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.

Upon a Rock

I walked behind them, 
     Wanting to
            Tap into
                A bit of what wisdom they carried with them.

Strangers in my motherland,
Looking at
     Every Rock,
     Every exposed Earth!
Well, through their strange metallic EyEs, razor
Sharp precision exuding from behind them.

Then I was either illumined or totally dumbed when
One of the younger ones, trained the attention of his peers upon
One particular
     Facet
Of an elaborately weathered rock up 
On a hill, directly before us.

In a voice CloakeD in LEAD-heavy certainty, he spoke thus:
     The Africans,
     Wanted information
     To remain free!
I never slept again.

Visiting the Village

And so, I closed my eyes, no more wanting to be in the matrix. There it was, waiting for me on the other side of the room. I was unsure how to begin, but something deep inside of me knew exactly how to cast that first step. And so, without looking back, I paced across the floor as if some invisible hand might alter my volition. It felt thick and dark, but otherwise I felt not a thing as I melted into that obsidian mirror.

This is our world, this is that forgotten village sank deep inside an ancient, thick and moist jungle. This is the place where the barks breathe and trees share our emotions. It's green and black, it's brown and blue. This place has joys that melt hearts and trees that weave dreams you can touch, smell and taste. Fruit falls to earth, nourishing the village atop and below. The does race on tree tops and fish fly too. You can see through the ground at roots conversing for miles below the feet, and you can swim in streams of clear sweet water. Birds still sing, drums beat that rhythm of the One and we all dance in one huge natural orchestra! It's like no place of your waking my dear.

I have most of my real friends living here - actually, we mostly meet here. I didn't know of this place too, but the great shaman gave me a map one day - on the day of my great dance. I came home for the first time, and I've  returned for as many times as the mind had the will.

Let me take you to my village dear friend. But first, let go of that thing and the other - you'll not want to hold onto anything while I take you about. No, be silent and just listen. Turn that off too, and close that door my dear. Now lay down and close those orbs. Oh, don't worry about me, I'll be floating here beside you. Yes I understand, it's hard the first time, but just let them pass - you'll be like a bird, and like clouds floating by, you can chose to fly below or above them. Good, now let's go...

That is the great shadow my dear, we all have faced it before, but therein lies the true path - focus and float deeper into it. Now, you might see some clouds of purple - those are the phantoms of this dark route, just ignore them like you did the other clouds. Should you feel lost, you'll want to call my name again and again and again... until when you start to see or feel me about you. Don't worry, call me any name you desire - just keep it short and allow yourself to vibrate with every call. You need to relax and float, so keep breathing in that fresh air, hold onto it a while so you can float higher, then exhale and repeat. You might feel some vibrations pour over you, but let those pass too. Continue floating ever towards our destiny - you'll soon start to see a light, float towards it.

There might be others floating about you too, don't fear - fear will only drop you back to the ground. We are all part of the One, and they too come to the village or just pass by. 

There's someone calling your name from beyond the light? Oh, you recognize the voice! Fine, someone who knows you is already there and they've seen you approach the village. I can hear my other friends calling out to me too - we are almost there. 

Smell that aroma in the air? That's the feast of youth - they cook to your hearts desire everything the jungle can provide. Ah, many rainbows! Yes, we have rainbows in the north, south, west and east - they suck the undesirable energies out of everyone's aura as they enter village. Those people you see floating in and out of them are refilling and others recycling their energy - the rainbows transform undesirable energy into that which is desirable, and they feed us with the necessary manifestations of the One's light. Relax, we are now entering into one just about now...

Red is for love and deep passion - you'll feel your sexuality come to life again. Orange is for vigor and wit. Ah, there's the energy rush creeping over me again! Yellow is for joy and laughter. Oh don't fight the smile, yellow works miracles on us all! Green is for freshness and vitality. Feel that tingling energy flow through your veins, racing towards your heart - that's you becoming aware of the many branches of the tree of life. Wow Blue! Did you realize there's a sweet and cool rain we are floating through? Ah, that's blue for you - it's the essence of life itself. Taste it, smell it, touch it and swim through it with joy - it's life. Yep, that's Indigo! It starts to feel strange but awesome! Indigo is for richness of experience and it feeds your spirit the most. You now should start to taste color and touch sound, Indigo feels soft and plays with our fears too - nice feeling for my curious heart. There! Look out for Violet! Aah we've finally entered the mystery my dear. Your eyes should now see things glowing in the dark, yes! That's the power of violet - she reveals mysteries hidden from our normal experience, and that my dear is where you should start to experience and walk our cherished village! I won't be able to see exactly what you see - Violet gives each of us a unique vision, so enjoy and cherish yours my dear.

Welcome home! There's everything you've wanted to experience in the world known or not, so push beyond any prior limits. I'll now fly on to my spirit's desire. Feel free to come again whenever you will, and remember; there's no better place to go to in the cosmos than to your roots, so never let go of the map to thy village.


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AquaSixio gives us the lovely artistic vision. His work is true genius!

moss dynasty

Then, for a moment, while the film was stripped from my orbs,
I looked into the lake of mirror and silver,
Wherein mundane reflections that'd previously disinterested me'd gotten morphed into an impressive
chaotic formation of endless monstrous trees, gravitated to the basin like a prehistoric moss dynasty.
I saw no fish therein, and it occurred to me, someone might have convened a symposium in the green.

Alien Invasion

It was a dark and scary night-morning

There were still bright blue stars shining in the sky

I was standing there alone, not knowing where or how to run.

It was all sand and savanah around me,

Two trees in the distance ahead of me

A short and tall umbrella tree

But I couldn't convince myself to run to either.

There were not many clouds in the ceiling of this expanse

Streaky clouds in the night on my right and another cloud somewhere ahead of me-

Then there was that long streak of burning light crossing past that cloud!

A ball of fire, maybe a meteorite or something, falling towards the valley on my right

I was shaking, not from cold though-

there was probably a fire burning in that valley

It was so bright and yellow

It was glowing like the sunrise about to be born, and the light,

the light bathed much of the horizon in that direction in a frightful yellow.

Something had fallen there, and it was probably not safe.

The tallest hill, right across where I stood,

Was cracky with deep gullies tracing its body.

There was this golden lava, flowing like coarse cream on its crust

There was the smoke, golden too, 

rising in a cloud of a metamorphosing monster near the peak of the hill

I was ready to start crying

Then, as if from another dream,

There! Before me was this huge pink elephant

A huge pink elephant with a pink glowing aura!

She was screaming out to me, a little caucasian girl, trying to alight from her elephant

The elephant was still standing on all its fours, but was moving towards me

She was here to help me!

Out of nowhere, a little girl in white,

Riding on the back of her huge, pink elephant that was holding a string in its trunk-

A string that culminated in a knot,

A knot that gripped the moon by its base, which glowed upon the path ahead of them!

I was delighted, I was crying, but happy and filled with gratitude for this savior-

A fairy that'd come to save me from an alien invasion!

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This dream was inspired by the elite art of 1MAGINATE

am grateful to him and Maria Lucia

Hallucinogenic Trip Train

Eyes are heavy, thoughts are getting sketchy

It's that time again, onto the hallucinogenic train

Yesterday was the zombie punk trip

The kind that treks void, black, passive Kalahari dunes,

And dissolves into the sweet dead obsidian graveness

With Occasional specters and delightful Picassos

I saw lakes of lemon with suns burnt in blue

There were gals I fancy, riding big pink fat camels

And I'd often sing that long cryptic song lyric

Aroused from my seat when the dispatch whistle blew

I sought all my luggage from that hollow soft gray carriage

And behold!

Twas me again, 

Fighting to hold onto a nocturnal melodrama!

My Eyes are now heavy,

And am now off to sleep...

Giving Birth to the Übermensch

First I shall strip myself of the fear
Outgrow memories of a dark and empty christian past
And take me and the mother to a serene Savannah,

Occasionally facing our pride on this delightful voyage chosen thus.

It shall be a 9 months of perspiration and revelation
As I shake my own apriori foundations
Ensuring we both survive the stormy dialectic
A requirement for all with the übermensch potentiality


Am not sure it will cry or just die
But I shall smile on the minute it is born
For a novel and rewarding problem shall have been born
Not for a God uncaring below nor above
But for a man and woman with vision and immaculate love for their new born


Survive it must if indeed it is
For even the frail can not be saved from their own will to death
I shall probably become that parent I've dreamt-
Even though dreams are not to be trusted, the symbols therein I give respect thus

The übermensch must not be slave to our dead fantasies
And it shall at once have the freedom to play, dream and create

Hunting down gnomes and salamanders in the ruins of Atlantis

Constructing legos in the hope of warping space-time

Or merry-making with princes in the gardens of Oz.
I shall nevertheless sneak in Zermelo-Fraenkel and the other 39 axioms beside the cot

As the übermensch must awaken to a certain path 

As long as they haven't become yet

In that regard, I shall be limiting.


Oh hell no! There shall be no nose in its will to become
And if I should see that social beast lurk in the shadows-
Plotting the means to cast its spell of the herd,
I shall personally arise from my casket unlike my Transylvanian brethren
And whether be it noon or the hour of the crying banshee
Drive the stake through them so as to severe the passion between their soul and demon!


I shall impart my teaching be I dead or living:
That truth is relative for the finite, and only absolute for the infinite
Utility lies in the approximate, masters own their formula
Consistency drinks it's curse,
As being consistent and complete is inherently void

Behind, with, ahead and eventually over!

To fly is to grok reason and emotion my child.
Avoid rhetoric, and don't stupidly abstain against nature's laws

God is Dead, but the useful symbol remains
Create your own Gods or men will choke you with theirs

The immortal you seek are those who've embraced death
If your father and mother were humans
Be proud at last.