invocations

fine incantations
repeatedly triggered
stabbin the infant
once, twice, thrice...

the saints of an early time
still accustomed
to the stone age

can you not hear the howlin inside the demon's head ?

born out of caste
of those privileged
with their despised identities
maskin the masked
who's alreay dead!

did you not hear the angel scream...
...."slay me!"....

That woman in red
Is an immaculate whore from a bloody ritualistic lake of fire
Offering wine to them rats
Her new firm,
She's got enough capital to get started.

Creatures on the roll
Lay out beds for them
They need space,
They need some time alone.
Mind games and checkers
Have the kids guarded
Against any obscene vision of intimacy

Apprehensions are only natural.
Barriers need not control us nomore.

Everything has attained eternity
Nothing is valuable anymore.

...

What are you still standin here for?
its all over. cant you see?

Well, im just waitin for the final flame to go out...
so that there's enough darkness to mourn bout...
i wont stay long. i'll be done soon.
i promise...
i promise..

(crying)

" im not miserable. i never was."

curtain falls.

err

happy endings begin to bleed despairingly
over the bald heads of a new age,
who are blessed with more brains than i,
i am the one with fur.

do you hear the storm?

pessimist hopes

you light a candle
it goes off
you light another one,
hopin to figure out what had happened
in that minute of darkness,
while you were looking for light..

metamorphosis

when the seas start to bleed thy immortal lust
into an abyss that looks like a purgatory
i'll come for you in that hour fit for consummation
well i have certain principles you see
it's not all that simple either
but i promise..
promises being fragile
i'll sign you a bond
and if i try to overlook the repercussions even
i know what time can do
i do.i do.
the everchanging time.
as of now, it seems intact in my enclosed fist,
but disillusioned as i am
it nevertheless slips away with the most lethal ornament anybody could ever have.
no time doesn't stay.
you're just a mortal
subject to change.

back to wilderness

There's blood on the streets
Don't you remember how we used to drink water to quench our thirst?
pure and sanctified.

grease

He kept his gaze fixed at her thigh
as she moved in a sluttish grace
she looked at him with a curious something
and the crazy man ceased to do her.

fallen angel

That woman in red
is an immaculate whore from a bloody ritualistic lake of fire
offering wine to them rats
her new firm.
she's got enough capital to get started.

Frequency in action
habitual rituals
the fading lantern
deteriorating morrow
freezing stillness
a tongue collapse
collision

is there a word close to death?

Latent armies of my ancient prophet
i predicted mayhem
when the last cloud in the sky
reached the spotless mount of our holy gods
i heard the glass break,
into a thousand vagabonds
who exactly do what i do,
who exactly see as i do.
can you tell me if you're one of us?
so that i can unveil the secret schemes to you
in His oracular presence.

Love Note

"I carved your face
thru the moon for eternity
just when i caught a shooting star
and i wished you never woke up
to greet the morning sun."

-no one ever minds my broken leg
or my leather tongue.

happy birthday

Orchids of an ancient time
bloom like they're killed afresh
I see the sun go bright
as they come together.

shaman cries

Erotic shamanism bring to ruins
the masters of early symmetrical lives
who used to live in crystal monasteries
there was a sanctity in their voices then
which can now only be felt,
up in the hills
you ever been there?
where even today, the eagles painfully scream for redemption
in the upturned pagodas
as though under an oracular spell.

keep listening...

Keep listening to the soft languid flames
screaming aloud in a whisper
take off your clothes and put on your shoes
and proceed, to the judgement hall
they will tell you the rest.

Desperate knights are all ready
out with their swords and shields
the priests busy with their invocations
hexing the souls
calling for peace.

Bloodshed.

Look there's a baby coming out of her
somebody help her cut herself
she's sweating blood

"its okay...
-your unintended child shall live.."
borne and live.

Here...its sharp
go on..
it wont hurt, i promise
poke it in your sweet flesh
deep round cells await a miracle
fear ephemeral stillness
or freeze forever.

i'll get you to another world
come on, grab my hand
i'll take you there.
boredom. savage silences. white shadows.
assassination of the doomed.
its a newer improved heaven.

Arrival was a dream
grasslands. phoenix. cupids. stupids.
wait here...
i'll be back in 2 moments...
junkies trailing.
rags begging.
whore craving.
-can we spend a night together?
in that hut or by that lake.

Anxious villagers
sending insects as messengers
creeping out of the unstoppable rain
lets go...time to leave
-i don't like farewell...
"everything is ephemeral."

Jailed blood speaks
in a monotonic, breaking voice
rotten to the core
-do you need anything?
"i missed my bus."

Mourners had gathered
around the naked ground,
with a coffin laid right in the center
no activity allowed, in the radius
duke's offspring's cot death
first hour of the wake
found dead
in the moving cradle.