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.