In The Desert

I dream of that place

No distraction in sight, no face!

I dream of getting lost

To myself and to you, the world.

I dream of walking and thinking, talking and crying

I dream of roaming under stars,

Calling on GOD, being called by gods.

I dream of 9 days and 9 nights

Of looking where there's nothing to see

Of listening where it's silent than death

Of holding what merely slips away

Of never ending horizons!

I dream of walking barefoot

Of transcending matter and these pathetic ways

Of beholding vanity in its majesty

Of finally understanding who I AM

Of reuniting with who I AM

I dream of seeking TRUTH in some desert,

Some day!

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the magnificent scene courtesy of andymumford

Language & The Age

The maids inside of my head won't cease to chatter

They talk about the way I panicked this morning

They talk about the rain not arriving yet

They talk about the shows on cable

They talk about the web

They talk not about me

They talk not about my people

They talk not about the historical debt

They talk not about the fading culture

They talk about an upgrade and the battery warning

Da maids nsyd o mine head wn't taste tru FREEdm

Until they start to take in the world via different words

Until a free tongue they foster and master.

Little, Wet Truths

It paces, does melt the heart

That the clock's been winding ever since

But those ripples of bliss

Still sweep through my spine

Every time I ponder the natural perfection of her art

On the night I dared to depart

From bondages of a love still at heart

And explore just how feelings can fall apart.

High BPM!

Life just feels divine,

When I'm jumping high

To a 145 BPM

At highly pulsating decibels!

With those uplifting lasers piercing my aura

And every neuron inside of me raving HARD!

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Seriously speaking, am not sure who the original author of the art was, but what that was,

it just is for me one true depiction of a neuron in a raver's brain.

The Lilith Curse

And so, I summoned the gods for a Lilith moment

Twas that cold night - with flesh on mine arm

Erect like frozen nails in a lonely and a strange land.

 Indeed and in deed

The deities honored my need

A placid hand morphing into bare bone

As I contemplated the truth of what my eyes could read

Oh, and I dared not bargain

With one who could make a heart bleed.

 I led my soul down the hall,

Occasionally scourged by the spectre of deliberate impotence!

My orbs guarded the gates,

As all my elixir stealthily vaporized behinds those walls.

 I can swear - an honest thief

Never looks back at you

In the middle of such a heist - 

I was empty and tired. 

 A fortune paid, a verdict read

What really boils in the heart of a villain?

Remorse? Honor?

Well, looking into her eyes, I definitely saw both...

 The sun possibly turns black

Love possibly goes dark

But corrupting an angel's love brings bad luck

And a Lilith kissed, brings the curse 

Of lust that can't last. 

Mythical Cake

Right! You can definitely see it steam,
Hell no! You can even smell it if you like
Oh my! I used to taste one every Sunday
But if it's born a mythical cake? It definitely stays one.

We bake them in the head, we serve them
To those we'd love to behead.
"No, child don't believe that!"
Whatever happened to Saint Machiavelli?
"No, only money rules child"
It's a myth!

It's a pragmatic thing child
Myth has potency and utility
It's a myth!

Cakes with nine inch nails in them,
Cakes with bleeding rocks on them,
Cakes delivered by white bearded men on sleighs,
Cakes baked in cyclotrons with the unforgiving heat of
A Million PHDs
It's all a myth.

But it works!
Miracles happen child-
And it's all a myth!

Here's the ultimate myth child,
It doesn't matter which hill the stone rolls down;
If you can bake a cake so real it has taste to the ashy
Buds of reason, you'll have it as heavy as ballast in your hands, 

And only the calcified vaults of law would ever know how 

Many you'll bleed at your altar.

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Thanks to En-GeL for the perfect art concept and message!