Time is the substance I am made of.

Time is a river which sweeps me along, but I am the river;

it is a tiger which destroys me, but I am the tiger;

it is a fire which consumes me, but I am the fire.

Jorge Luis Borges

Manacles

 Futuristic manacles

I wear them as a joke

to maintain my illusion of drama

Players of the Game

Thy will be done

Forge the mysteries of your joyride

What else can you do?

17th January 2022 

Laugh

 As I was climbing the Cliff of Hopelessness

My feet tingled with feathery, galactic mindfulness

I turned to myself and proclaimed then:

Oh my!

What a splendid facade!

I fell like bursting into lightning plasma droplets!

So then myself was alight with laughter:

You are such a vast vessel of cosmic giggle powder

my beloved one!

Please do not stop

Continue to shed your Awesomeness 

unto the Multidimensional Being!

Be the tickle of the bumblebee

on the rosepetals

Be the spring of skalding yet soothing water

an old man needs to avert the skeletal hand of death!

Electrocute the system of fake existential tennisball!

Slap the face of denial!

Smite the Imp of Terror!

Sever the talons from the Hag of Trickery!

Innovate the hard drive of Mankind!

Burn your contract with the Horns of Doom!

Let Darkness dissolve under your mirth

Let the Iceberg of Pain melt like icecream

And let its rotting remains be licked

by angelic tongues

and then be spat with Holy Might 

Into the Machine of Disruption

So that it may shortcircuit

And burn the Fuses of Dichotomy!

Laugh Aloud!

Laugh with your whole Being!

Laugh into Eternity!

October 2016

 

The Flowering of a New Consciousness

Lovely vibes of communion 

Colourful deprivation

Of sensual debauchery 

Like rainbows on waves

Of butterfly happiness 

The light breeze of selfless endeavour 

Rolls off the edge

Of my shimmering excitement 

The warmth of mirth

Blossoms across the valley of my existence 

The lavish aroma that stems

From the flowering of a new consciousness 

Fills my spirit 

My aura tingles with the remembrance 

Of a long forgotten state... 

18th July 2019

Laz19

Shall I Prevail?

Subtle, subsequent referrals, magnified illustrious trophies of sophisticated reversals, amplified polytheistic, magnanimous ignorance, concavities of yesterday, plinths of narcissistic idiosyncrasy

Lovers' letters, divine phantasmagoria, caretakers that care not, ludicrous tendencies to outrun the inevitable, for the sake of what?

Framed, obscene, fraternised duplicity that mimics the cavalry,  lovelorn indulgence that carries whispers of fallacy, crying antiquities, abnormally normal and docile, lacking reverberation 

Could it be that of all the misused, cracked emissaries of truth,  I must be the one to throttle the invisible, to evaporate the guilt ridden corpse of apathy, to dissect the puritanical hypocrisy and mop up the distasteful gruel from the floor?

Will I be enough as the crow laments the day of the dead, as the dawn approaches that the men of Erevos denounce their heritage and detouch from greed driven routes and programs?

Am I given the blessing, the sword of truth, the annointment of the stars, do I listen to the scream of the damned, shall I prevail?

Layers of cancerous growth,  filaments of failure, flamboyant disasters, treacherous and ruthless, the jackals of Seth are losing their marbles and spiral down into entropic shock.

Will the hand of Providence enchant my song? 

"Whenever the dialogue (the inner dialogue  stops, the world collapses and extraordinary facets of ourselves surface; as though they had been kept heavily guarded by our words.
You are like you are because you tell yourself that you are that way."

Don Juan in Carlos Castaneda's 'Tales of Power' 

Stride You Shall

Attentiveness, Spiritual Joy of Equilibrium.
The wicker bends, the fire licks, the cancer grows
so healing can be dealt.
Upon the wind thy wish may tread.

Pantomime plays a role but the film is dignified by the wrath of the lost sun.
And yet the Kingdom of Lions prevails as was foretold.
The legends are alive and the process galloping on the celestial wings.

Angelic prowess forshadowed by mechanical ingeniousness.

Backing up, for the froth shall be like spit.
Truth will shine out of the bowels of night.

Outbreaks of aggression.
Grey clouds will part.
Stride you shall upon your soul's path.