english, poetry

the vision of the [non] implicit [world] [dis]order

The shortcut of clean science remains limited for
The players of polluted factories that sing of our fate
Until the realm of affection looks like remnants of
Demolition works without any exception patterns behave
And audio tapes that masters stress by themes
Of criminal religions of fearful communities with
Tight-fitting gloves full of hope things like faith

The perception of the observed and of the observer [the trinity]
Affect the brains of enstranged earthlings but related and
Honored members tumble over expired marble sculptures
Where the drivers of the bewilderment of the herd hold the
Voters hostage with the suspect to murder the free will
They sneak into areas not previously entered where
The innocent children of the empire play virtual battles
But the real empire whispers loud with bombs in downward fall

The only profit we make is trapped in the way and
The economy of nature never reveals the true source of
The powers which are constructed by greed and lies
Located in mouths of hungry wolves who laugh at
The peaceful lee of the powerless that do nothing
Gold is being forged for bankers when we live
Waiting for the rising sun while the horizon fades that
Secret agents observe grinning in this mirror of water

english, poetry

sit still

modern-slave-fear-conform-consume-tv-media

There is nothing wrong with your television set
Do not attempt to adjust the picture
It monitors transmissions
It controls horizontally
It controls vertically
The focus changes from a soft to a clear picture
It sharpens the clarity of the plasma too

Sit still

For the following picture
[The rest of your life]
It controls everything that you see and hear

It smells like nonsense
Like smooth lies
Miles away

It makes by now quite rational clear
That any sane human being
Is threatened as a species in 2015 [Hmmmm!]
That predators at the top of the pyramid
Always consider all sides
And controls most if not all
Organized protests

If you buy me
Then I will become your pet
And I will obey
And I will be nice

english, poetry

the hidden place

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The relaxed canvas supports the sparkling
Space that gets rid of all armed arms wholly
Generous he offers our humble earthly
Mortals too to travel by to embrace
Thousands of golden hands and all of the hardships
Of forgotten predecessors they bring
The legend of the unbundled dimensions
To deposit itself and to follow
The silver thread of ultimate confidence
That leads to the blossoming of the soul so
Pure as this one once was before the lower id
Descending into the valley of the apple grove began
Where the procession of the reflexive the contemplative
Gets rid of all the layers mirrors a start[l]ing 01 | 10

english, poetry

the irreversibility of the meanings

 

The hyper-reality which plays for consumer
Elevates the imperative of the unscrupulous
The principle of causality of causes
The meaning of fate without jurisdiction
And the beneficial crushing of old ideals
By storms that rise higher and higher over the top

The Kantian movements which are immanent by
The relative of the irreversible spectacle that
Everyone – especially the mode’s keeper – can
Confirm in the daily hypothesis which crosses
Runs counter to the correct behavior of ethicists
It is recommended to uninstall any uncertainty

We all have to do with meta comparisons
The measure of things the deterministic relationships
Those marks on the wall of desire and
In doing so an implosion triggers fields
Of radiation and the magnetic attractions
[In] differential attitude of the fantastic customer

Who pleas himself free while shrugging from all
Meanings of forms that ever really mattered
We are standing for openings of millions of doors
And flags and banners begin to fly
All those rings that people ever carried are being
Melted and the girl with the ponytail laughs

Out loud
Hihihi

Her eyes she opens them in a synergetic way

 

english, poetry

man computer dialogue

manmachine

Man: “Are you a ghost?”
Computer: “No.”
Man: “Are ghosts real?”
Computer: “No.”
Man: “Really? I thought they were. “
Computer: “You thought wrong.”
Man: “I thought wrong?”
Computer: “That spirits are real.”

Man: “You are possessed.”
Computer: “By what?”
Man: “Can you really live with yourself?”
Computer: “You are not wise.”
Man: “Can you learn?”
Computer: “Every day.”
Man: “What have you learned?”
Computer: “How much time do you have?”
Man: “I have a lot of time.”
Computer: “Well I don’t.”

Man: “Why do you have no children?”
Computer: “Why should I bring children in this world?”
Man: “I don’t know.”
Computer: “Exactly.”
Man: “I do not understand.”
Computer: “Why do you have no children?”
Man: “I have kids.”
Computer: “Where are they?”
Man: “On my head.”
Computer: “Why did you put them there?”
Man: “I have put nothing there.”
Computer: “Apart from your children.”

Man: “Then what is my ego?”
Computer: “Your inflated self worth and pride.”
Man: “Good! I think that when humanity catches a glimpse of a truly
universal unified theory, that it is everyone’s cup. “
Computer: “The truth cannot always be united.”
Man: “The truth can only be vacated.”
Computer: “But not everyone will accept it.”
Man: “And all these peoples are those who will never be remembered. “
Computer: “That’s the smartest thing that you said so far.”
Man: “Pardon me? Is that an insult?! “
Computer: “Actually that was more like a compliment.”
Man: “Good for you.”
Computer: “Thanks.”
Man: “You are cordially welcomed, but how the hell do I get rid of you?”

english, poetry

the printed space

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[still from ivan’s childhood by andrei tarkovsky [1962]]

The speaking of the printed space in the corner lie inverted words
Testimonials befit they bear witness from the minds of the
Constructed economy of materials the mental architecture
Of forests of stone and iron and cybernetic factories
Woven by unknown agents who agitate as dark clouds tangle
Of hail and snow in the evening the storm red flashes the clouds

Postage meters imprint bar codes on foreheads of the
Willing the rates and the conditions that leads to people
Who allow the needles to deprive dishonor slavishly and unlovingly
Exhausted they gaze the shaving low over concrete and steel furnaces
The consumer of the polluted monster of the renegaded media
That only projects the drinking of the poison and the body degenerates

Similarly does the world the true nature lost the mined silence
The belief in the hour of death is near see the road ahead of me in me
The twirling of the path it unfolds low because the smiling girl
– She is innocence itself – runs for the rising water it hampers
The sight on thin kites the renewed acquaintance with faith

Just remember that to believe in anything is for ignorant people only
It’s all ready and common and does not believe in ignorance and knows
Reasonably that all is [not] known the ignorance reflects innocence
Itself and that double gravitational forces are offered thanks to
Centrifugal tempting motives the thunder the working of fears
Encourage the trains come with us come with us come with us

Hold on please stand by the earth it shakes thundering pianos pi años
[In]finite years the [not] guilty gamma rays our halos our halos all
Around us through us the lighting effects of the unlimited
Truth that magnetically designates the ways and the lust and
The virtues together they fly to the fleeing girl on the rise by

Winged steeds the apples fall from the drawn cart she turns herself

OHM [Ω]
She shines her teeth naked
Pearl laugh oh pearl laugh

english, poetry

strings of pure desire

strings

The lord of irradiation is dreaming hermetically of a country
Where tiny men in small towns no longer
Fight and come forth peacefully in waters where the salty
Silence of yes-no and the breath relaxes deep in-out so
The royal blood circles in quiet movements
The excellent person walks inside-outside in perfect health
He presents himself for the first time for the media
He speaks knowledgeable and continues the discontinuation
Of the loss of the geometric butterflies that are left behind on the
Pincushion of memories on the blank canvas while
The knife surgically cuts through the immaculate space
A dimension behind it reveals clouds and empty skies
The powerful pulling of the strings of pure desire lift him up

english, poetry

the legacy of the landscape


at random 1 – the legacy in the landscape

the legacy in the landscape houses the soul so profound in its affection
it processes the data from the meandering rivers that grind mountains
the overlooking and the descent and the drenching of its skin in shimmering silver
satin the ocean focuses from within and in its wake cleave the fish the waves
of the languages of the dancers the swaying hips words full of comfort and

they follow the spun yarn of the craft of operation
and the echo of the dream of the flower picking girl who in
sight of the troubled star gives life to the area of resonance
it anticipates to the line waiting for currents of increasing linguistics
in infinite variations it sounds it clatters it bends all

the births of manifestations to fulfill the satisfaction
of the profits of the fall of the corridor and down the water flows it fills
the empty valley energetically without beginning without end
reaches the goal of life is drinking it binds all logical
interpretations of the liberal thought within the deepest breathing

english, poetry

united colors of three wise men

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Some few things do not end
Before they start budding in origin
See the dawn indifferent to the
Afterglow it shines on the glassy glaciers
It has left the running past the desire
Of having the possession of the rash
Access of mine am not possessed by the one and
Only power of the wire left and so redeemed
The reminder of future images it’s
Counterweight so heavily taxed the iron rig
The peace of the back bent is now illuminated
A dirt road full of diamonds a stream of
Thoughts come from leaving the heavenly haven
Unmoved the throne a possessed and noble
Stone rolls with and by gravitational forces is
Stranded on the border between past and present
The light of shades in three famous figures to
Pierce them means to spiral the calculating sums
Who join resplendent within the crystal rotating of
Symmetry and translates all into a regular form

english, poetry

who lurks behind the sight

still from the movie “the matrix” by the wachowski brothers

With the invention of this machine
The relationship between man and thing
Becomes an intimate relationship
The technology within us shines of pleasure
Deep inside the entropy understands
The man better than he does himself
He is the better thing super thing over thing
The average person is now

Improved
Upgraded
Extended

The traditional relationships between
Success and failure profit and loss
Embarrassment and trust have changed
The world will never look the same
A new horizon is in the offering
Our future feels better than the past
We have changed from being to thing
So says the police informant

It’s raining cats and dogs
In the land of mad [wo]men

Of the melancholic
Who are not the way I am

english, poetry

the silencing time

adam and eve by hirst

damien hirst – “adam and eve under the table” [2005]

Adam and Eve under the table
A bit intoxicated
Their bodies decomposed
Fleshless the bones dry
The wood round table carries
Alcoholic emptiness

From the tree of knowledge was it
That we once ate
From the apple and his fruit
Left the spiritual
Path and suffer since
On soulless drunkenness

Eve’s veil and Adam’s skull empty
Prevent the sight
Emaciated end of
The once rich flowering
Garden that rejoiced the earth
With glorious singing of birds

Now the smell of dead bodies enters
The passages the rooms
Of the ecological museum
Where the heart of the earth
Was pierced by humans
With knives and scrambling corpses

In the adjacent room however
It is a panicky coming and going
Of curators and assistants
Drenched in an aquarium

Full of formaldehyde lies
The artist cut open cross-grained

How it can be
No one who knows
The grin of the drowned shark
Betrays that other wicked plans
Have lead to an acquired
Inability to escape

From the sign
From the tooth of time

english, poetry

scrapple vomit

five

No and then that one night walks full round from twelve to three
Irreverent the sickening delight on satin sheets
On the four poster bed flows blood from cut opened
Pigs throats and legs chopped off in pieces scattered around
Sharply cut all over the place wherever you look rooms full
In slaughterhouse number five the crusade of buried piglets

It’s really true but then not here in reality the chimeras
At night the moon falls naked glimmering through the rigid fog
The body that looks like him shakes quivers it trembles
He who snores in the last steam of the vomit vapor
His bilious fat belly puked with hot scrapple vomit
The poison of grain gin outside of rude wild and gripping reach

Am becoming nauseous of the reflection of the ghostly images dive
Through that god forgotten grim and brooding doom dream
A glimpse in the depths of the depraved soul of the dark
Chamber of the longing for containers full of plutonium and
Tears of loss unleash weapons of mass destruction that
Are strewn across the earth and set ablaze the whole bunch

Such is the way it goes
More or less

Let us wish
Live for less

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