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Salvation-Augmented Traffic Jam

"It's very hard for a corpse to seek pardon"
So the hungry man with the book said,
His words worsening the absurd aura
already suffocating everyone trapped inside
one of those transit prisons, stuck back-on-back
like the rings of mating centipedes along the Entebbe highway.

He was not confined inside of a metal shell like us
Sure, he was having his merry moments of the day!
I was hating fate, he was deep in love!

"My sole prayer is,
Before any of you lie inside of a coffin,
You ought have a vehicle, and so there might be more jam
And more stampede on these roads,
And so there might be a chance for more like you,
To fall prey to the gospel, which would otherwise never have made it
Into your lives, given who you are!"

That delighted me,
As for the first time that day
I had a reason to beef and laugh at the same time!

Call it "salvation-augmented traffic jam"
And that day, I didn't have a case against them!

Pssh! Shemales!

First, there were lesbians
And the fetish was unsatisfied desires;
The men didn't hate it and could relate
The women, well, many did try it
But I can't really say they paid for it.

Then came gays-
Deviant in many ways,
A little celebrated, a little celibate
But mostly, stray means of marrying into power,
And a consolation for those misplaced souls
Sent off to distant monasteries
To corrupt the gullible.

Ah! Open the door to the ultimate mutants!
Having allowed Kurzweil to usher in the future,
We are in need of new grammars for this kind of drama-
Because shemales!
The fetish is no more pettyish-
Finally, we find the ultimate woman's envy
Manifested in her man.

Bugs & The Purpose of Life

Happy are those, ever with work in progress
For they shall have a reason to live
More happy are those programmers with bugs to fix
For they shall persist till the end of time.

Oh, Nsibirwa Hall!

It was the recess term,
I'd just defected from arch at year's end
And could just take the time to catch
Uncelebrated moments like these,
As others wasted away with class and girls
Me blaring Ntrance's Set U Free
At awkward hours that are wee.
Creepingly, and very memorably
The uppermost hallways would get fogy
Everyone of those late night hours;
I'd stand one side of the long corridor,
And not being able to see the other side,
Would give hostage to the idea that
Nsibirwa would soon be home to
One o those creepy things from The Mist!
Oh how I miss those lonely nights in Nsibirwa Hall!

Happiness Lost?

Were two men to suffer the same pain,
He would suffer more, 
Who'd experienced happiness before;
Hosting the thought of happiness lost,
As well as pain gained.

On a Hot Sunday Morning

On a Sunday morning graced with heat

I rode to that special place, painted dry

Where earth meets water and skies fade in too

Where meadows still abound and egrets fly around

Where every shore has a boat

And every shade has a cow.

I beheld the euphonious music of birds above me

As it merged into the rhythm of my feet

Pounding on the pedals of that majestic

Yellow bike of mine.

I found me a spot under the only tree exhibiting life

And alone with my imagination and thoughts

Sat in silence, to enjoy the gift of existence;

At peace with myself and all creation

Absorbing nature's song and its echoes

As the wind modulated every pitch

And birds making melodies, harmonized it all.

I felt like this should be my eternity

But a voice deep inside of me, said

Happiness will always fade away

But like the Sun walking the skies every day

It only matters that you trek along its way.

Test your Gods!

Science, Magick and Faith
Call you to try their Gods
Oneself being a possible candidate.

But, there's only one metric which suffices -
Ask and You should receive!
Try each one of them against its claims
And a God who can't deliver is no God!

Ask, Seek, Knock Sincerely
And if no answer comes through from the other side,
Move on to the next door.
When you finally find the True God,
You shall want no more.

Bitch, Which Witch?

"When we’re feeling lonely, we check Facebook.
When we’re uncertain, we Google.
When we’re bored, we watch YouTube videos, check Reddit or scroll Pinterest."

That's the slave of modern witchcraft.

When I'm lonely, I take a walk.
When I'm uncertain, I meditate or think.
When I'm bored, I write, create something or go cycling.

I'm the enemy of your favorite master.
Bitch, who's your slave master again?


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Quote taken verbatim from a leading consumer tech blog & trendsetter (sic) here.

dreams 'bout school

i never stop dreaming of school

the same buildings, holding different lives

teachers that never age

and students that break every pledge.

i cherish learning

competing for things of every shade

pursuing food for thought

amidst hungry girls that lust for us boys of prey.

i detest and hate bullies

especially those fighting after the lights go out

or those who litter the compound,

breaking rules as the rest of us toil about like mules.

i wake forever to study

teachers pretending to guide me from every side

in classrooms filled with zealous folks

whose dancing minds hop on and off problems

at every opportunity to showcase the limitations of mind.

i often try to count my lessons,

some given in the depths of the night

others merely by passive presence in the library,

surrounded by arcane and imposing books

that implicitly torment the mind as cooks with sharpened spices do with scents.

i never stay at ease when lining up

as toes in my shoes gnaw at their mandatory leather cell

and a militant uniform causes me to sweat-

every aspect of me anticipating the night preps

during which i'd lazily gaze at the full moon

as illegal music repeats again and again in my brain

and my person wastes away in the deviant art of nonconformity.

i ever come late for the roll call

ensuring to posit the excuse of being the time-keeper

who must ring the bell first, so others might not come late.

i come to punishment as another means of winning favors,

never avoiding fun if it transcends momentary pain

but i'm yet to find the meaning in most popular sports,

instead cherishing meaningless puzzles and those unchartered walks at night.

i kind of always hang around labs

the idea of self-discovery not being the real motivation

but each thought of inventing noble lies

or the mere act of pondering cosmic jokes

being everything i need to win me alternative friends

and the respect of parents who never loved nor trusted symbolic thought in class.

i make friends

and try to share their secrets too!

not with foes, but with invisible voices in buildings,

who promise me numbing sex during every dream,

and the love of everything from stones to wandering scents.

i don't yet fully grasp the power of jealousy

just like i don't yet know the difference between money and girls.

i often visit the school canteen

occasionally pretending that crisps and soda aren't drugs

or that prayers are the true reason i still have change in my wallet!

yes, i still have dreams about school

and it's all the hope i need to believe

that all will be fine when i finally wake up today.

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Yeah, having once joyfully sat in a classroom worse than that depicted in Dmitri Markine's photo, all I can say is that his eye for awesomeness is totally amazing! 

Thanks Dmitri for the amazing perspective, and for bringing us closer to home.

Orgy of the Senses

bliss, is an overwhelming inpour of pleasant stimuli

especially, 

with senses wide open

the filters lowered

and the id allowed to taste of external universal information
emanating from the cosmic aura of the divine...

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the blissful art, thanks to Mattzy

Spirit of Stone

They stand still

In space and time, living on...

From the foundations

Of the original essence of creation

Some weathered but

Never perishing, 

Each bond therein, as strong as eternity.

Imagine the nature of energy

Trapped in a rock.

Think of the essence of 

The greatest masters that ever lived

Those whose legacy stands unpolluted

Throughout time.

Now, behold the Stone

And you shall know why

The essence, the principles, the spirit

Cast in stone, is cast to survive all death

And persist eternally, pure and undefiled.

Behold the Spirit in Stone.

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the spectacular photograph of Stonehenge is courtesy of wanderingsoul

The Social Lone & The Lone Elite

Don't you realize how slowly, steadily 

They are turning you all into antisocial, lonely beings?

In the name of making you "social" online!

In crowded streets and sold out movie shows

You'd think everyone cherished the company of others

But lo! You are groomed to be friends with the puppetmasters only!

They are stealthily robbing you all of the ability to crave human company.

A time is coming when you shall surely be alone no more,

Surrounded by unceasing notifications and friend requests

Some directly delivered into your brain's lounge!

Amidst eternally prying cameras and sensors 

Every miniscule detail of your life broadcasted live

But with the most unnerving, heaviest loneliness 

Eating away at your heart and soul

With none but algorithms and pathetic peer slaves in your circles.

But, there shall be a few 

Probably near-extinct minds

Seated somewhere or walking for walking's own sake

Observing, studying, meditating, practicing and

Living the perfect social life - 

Alone physically, but connected to all creation

In total control of their space and time

The monks, the sages, the elite of your near future.

To the wise,

Choose your lone with care

Seek true solitude, 

And you shall discover a mysteriously perfect social life.



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magnificent art concept courtesy of ka-92

The Magick of Books

Master,

Why is it that the greatest ones

Also owned the greatest books?

Because, 

A book is both

A physical and spiritual entity. 

A Book is a System.

A Book is a Key.

A Book can be a god 

Or the likeness of God

IT - can compress and encode billions of billions of information originating in and out of the minds 

of men, angels,  demons and gods.

All at the fingertips of the reader.

The Universe

Is Information

Acting on Itself.

A Book can Contain such a Truth.

A Book

Has Potential to endow its inherent power onto whomever dares to 

open its pages and become aware if its content.

A Book

Has the power to destroy!

For once a mind gives custody to the information contained in a book, the act

Can't be undone!

With or without knowing it,

Books have shaped mankind.

A Book,

Can be a Window

Letting in light from outside the mind to come in.

Can be a Router,

And sometimes a Mirror!

Channeling the information coming towards it onto another direction.

A Book

Is a Probability Field

At once altering the minds of whomever encountered it,

As long as they got even just its name entangled with them.

All Books have bias!

And that's how they manage to sway the minds of men.

Some powerful enough to cause the envy of gods.

Some books even transcend time and space,

Sometimes even being capable of warping it.

However,

There are such books as

The Magician's Book.

Initially Void and Pure,

All information contained therein with equipotential-

Consider the Power of a Blank Page!

The magician,

Working with or against principles and entities,

Elements, memories, symbols and facts

Eventually, if they are worth their salt

Get to construct, in whatever system of their liking,

An Information Black Hole.

And Once, u have one or more such IBH

By the Book,

Step into the Circle

And assume your Divinity.

That's how powerful Books are.

Don't you ever forget what divine power dwells within any man;

One of the powers men posses of God-

To create, read, understand and apply the information in a symbol.

Now You

Understand this Book.

Go forth

And Seek the Great Work.

Satan, The Flame

It can offer protection
But also devour lives
It can cook food
But also torture saints
It can give light
But also produce the darkest smoke
It can offer warmth in the harshest winter
But also drain the life out of flesh
Arguably man's greatest discovery,
Also his best metaphor of what Satan Is

Children, learn to master the flame

Because all fire comes from God
And God offers both
That which nourishes,
And that which impoverishes.
God begot Satan, so we might use It.
With Care.

Don't Worship
Don't be a Slave
But learn to use the Flame.

The flame, is already Inside of You

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the dark, sinister concept art courtesy of concept-drawing-girl

Lamentations, of A Soul in Search of God

God, what can I possibly know about God?
Nothing! Absolutely nothing!
God, what can I possibly believe about God?
Anything! Absolutely anything!

In this current state...
What should inform my sense of direction?
Wisdom from reason?
Wisdom from faith?
Can I even trust intuition if I can't trust its source?
I, Who am I?

It's all Relative!
By Faith as By Reason
It's all Relative!
Futility at its Best!
What really motivated Christ, Buddha, Nietzsche and the others?

And so,
I currently fight everything and everyone!
The Church, The Government, The Faculty
Hell! Am even at war with The Devil!
Where is anything to hold onto but Chaos?
Necessary Rebellion leaves me labelled an obstinate hipster!

Oh, and after all that,
There's still our classic mystery - God!
Imagine if there wasn't anything for us to relate to...
Imagine if we were just absolute - at once united with all existence,
Devoid of any variation and uncertainty.
It would be a boring existence, right?
My mind can't even begin to contemplate absolute simplicity and homogeneity as
The absolute reality underlying all existence, can it?
Oh God! You should've been merciful in your design
That you gave curiosity and a yearning for more to this thing called man.
Maybe, assuming lesser roles is our blessing,
A gift for us to deal with only that which we can accommodate...
Maybe, being God isn't actually any fun,
Maybe that's the Absolute Hell so sought after by those on the Left?
What could be more Individualistic, more Egotistic, more Satanic than
Controlling all the affairs of the Cosmos, keeping all where they should be
Judging, Creating and Destroying, Blessing and Cursing as One Desires...
Maybe that's why attempting to be God is Suicidal and Dark!
Maybe we should all just be like Children, said Christ
Content with being lead and accepting fate as it falls into place-
Embracing uncertainty and chaos!
Sobbing and laughing at existence every once in a while.

Oh, but you planted in us a desire...
You modelled me after yourself...
And so, in mine current state, the yearning to experience it all
To once again be united with my real Self
To once again assume the role I was modelled upon
To once again be God!
That seed's still in me, because you modelled me after yourself!

God, you are not a sadist, are you?
Why evade me so much?
Why cause us so much hatred and conflict concerning you?
Oh, please God, take this burden off my mind
And make known to me your true essence.
If mine mind must be momentarily removed from this limiting vessel of matter,
So mote it be.

Ultimately,
I wish, I desire
To experience you
United with you-
For me to not just know and believe in you,
But to Be
The True, Absolute and Mysterious God!
To Be One with You.

In my current, limited and mortal state,
Am only this unaware, but hopeful part of God
And I see much reason to lament this life!

The Waepons

Soldier, know the war

Polish thy waepons,

Sharpen thy blades-

Fear & Love

Darkness & Light

Ignore all else.

The battlefield is new

But the war is now old

Reason shall only startle the enemy

Emotion will topple them flat!

Soldier, lose not your mind

For even though you might stand

A thousand wounds to thy chest

You might not stand a single lethal blow to thy mind!

Brace yourself thus

For this is a war in spirit...

Music, Art, Speech, Woman and Wine

Not Science,

Symbols, Symbols and Symbols

Not Philosophy,

Television, News, Literature, Politics and Culture

Not Genetics,

Doctrine, Ritual, Church and Faith

Emotion and Faith

Not Reason and Proof.


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deep art thanks to ODELAYed

Fringe Spirituality

Grow ever stronger,

Leveraging the power of His strength!

God be your armour

In this age of Darkness

As reason alone is bound to fail.

For, human foes we fight not

But arcane principalities

In power, rulers of this dark world.

The air we breathe, the water we drink all stained with war

For, in every direction, we faceth 

Spirits that reign in the heavens as on earth

Let not ignorance ensnare you

That you take for granted the truths of the book.

Let not flesh limit you

That you ignore what's occult to your senses

Let not your awareness clog with materialism.

Nurture your higher-self

Pray in Spirit, 

With your subconscious mind

In all space and time,

So you might stay ever feeding on the essence of God

And thus be ever clad in armour

On these fringes of spiritual existence.


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the divine art courtsey of masiani's classical genius

Seek the Mirror!

Beware of the Exorcist

And mostly, beware of the mirror!

The demon you see

Is the demon you are.

If you seek to be the world outside

If you seek to learn what's outside

Learn to look outside

Learn to look inside.

Them who seek to be

Must first master to see

And So, I look into the mirror,

And look into the world nearer-

Oh, now I know!

And that's what's really inside!

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