Thursday, May 8, 2014

Marriage to own infinite Death
Solitude isolated be assumption of accompanying
Patterns in pain… memory of myopia

Vampires never speak till you’re one
Rusty relic of re-lingering, only linger more themselves
Murder safety along with boundary
Time to meet them maker s   bottom deep of debauched grotesque   

Growling to beyond
Howling of infiniteness
Scars be badges of pain  
Wear them to receive more to endless rain o pain
Humming to hymns

As crystal clear shot of knowingness appeared
We've forgotten our deaths
To bring more life(lie) to bring more death

Oh bro what can I say more?

Kill life(lie) before it kills you  

Friday, May 2, 2014

happiness is hallucinated by pains

Extra dimensional guilt injected to so called human race(s) by creating them
The guilt will once again destroy to the limit of abominations
Once for the dawn of true consciousness
Destruction became creations
Deaths are alive  
Guilt gave us the only chance
To redeem by self-cremations only because we have to

Shadow n dust
Lighting n thunder
Indulged insults n lust
You passed through me as I went beyond you

I shot myself only to remember the evanescent of your contourless faces    
Real pain is to forget one

Indulgence meant indulgence 

Saturday, March 29, 2014

wickedness da genuineness

Mistaken rabbles 4 radicals
Taken by emotions, egos and vanities then call it thinking
Last minutes you are struggling with an I-Phone or Samsung  
Between Abercrombie & Fitch and your favorite designers
Suddenly you talking human rights, equality, democracy and freedom
For that freedoms were granted, can you handle it?
Provoking polices and each other n desperately just to stand for anything
Desperation become your dedications

Didn't you know all the real powers found their own anti-campaigns?
You’re doing exactly what you pretend to hate want you to do
Your falsified passions disgust me
Your egos n vanities match with your immaturity, imbecilities and ignorance
All ever is unparallelizing unrefined vanities compete with its own retardation

While ayahuasca n shamanism become trendy
Individuation remains sacred
Though DMT is ubiquitous (indeed they are)
We’re still fascinating with our own shallowness, sufferings, and swaggers

So go back to the streets and be the personifications of justice n whatever u yelling 4
Gave the powers back to the slaves owners so they’ll modify laws and policies which are in their advents of fallacies n hallucinations   

Prostitution, arm dealings, with sides of drugs trades remain the only truthful businesses to themselves, these account for more genuineness than fakers on the street

Governments merely mafias with diplomats n bigger guns
Their disguises for cooperates interests n short termed maximized profits are almost as degrading as the zombies on streets

But as least the apostasies are genuine with their hypocrisies n wickedness    

one deserts charades with manipulations one surrenders with
   

Friday, March 21, 2014

tak thm no prisoners

myopia of mind
digression by long reminiscences
touch the essences
kill what you have loved
construct the deconstructions


pain the pleasure
suicide the salvation
symphony the scintillating  
melody of the mesmerizing
anthems for the apostasy
ecstatic of that ecclesiastical

pleasures brought guilt
guilt brought pleasures

corpses drew dead fishes


Death is the only truthful companion human spirits ever have

Saturday, January 18, 2014

lucid opaqueness



Westbound desperation
moist in the air,, 
Growling opaqueness of muted Pacific
Light blinds darkness
Bleak shines when nothing near
Crownless the king

Caricatures’ memory of replica  
Reminiscent n’ reconstruct of the nostalgia

Sunday, January 12, 2014

death n' livings
white keys side with black keys
so close and far away

livings find no meaning until find death
death don't live without the livings
tuned down shades, colors,sounds
one saw retrieved visions  of good old time

perhaps, laughter and love are foolish
but they the only thing gave you strength to stay in total silent darkness


Saturday, January 11, 2014

smell flowers from your soul for the first time
touch ocean of infinite embraces
drank the first drop of last elixir 
watch full moon with emptiness of mind

riding out to spaces and times' recurring amnesia
where stored every time track nothingness but full of them
point where you recreate the wannabe forgotten future past events all over again
lingerings, love, reincarnations ?

games with games, patterns within labyrinths, realities within realities,
searching makes sure of lost
finding makes sure for dependency