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POEM “Green eyes”
Huxley, AldousThe sports guy!Aren’t you playingTennis throughoutYour novels…Being named a grasshopper By a group of people…Isn’t that promptingTo us, very promptingTo stare in your left eyeAnd glare at the grasshoppers- what else – Than the parasite! Continue reading
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POEM “Thanatos”
Thanaticaly beautifulWe striveTo achive what Death has already achieved.So slightly we are,Always preparedFor what has comeEmphasising it was always thereAnd always will be!So Death, I beg of theeLove me. Continue reading
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POEM “Crown”
To be sureOf your visionI emhasise, dearlyAnd clearlyWith empathy- to all of thee -There were three crossesThere, three crucifixionsThree fixationsAnd the crown of thornsAs illusion…So came it to beI out to theeThe Truth!Crucifed wereAll of the threeThe father, the son,The holy spirit too…So may we begin anew! Continue reading
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POEM “Membrane”
To be clearAbout wearing the signOf the Eastern sinYour whole life The sign of virginity Is the question- are you ever mature enough -For Reality?So here I intruduce you to Your devirginationA process that willEmploy you For a lifetime…If you actually want to live? Continue reading
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POEM “Fiction”
“I read a book!”And found outThat every fiction Allows us to sayIn the end”It was all I.”And identify fullyWith the whole Work of art.So, “Hail be fiction!”And I, myself. Continue reading
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POEM “Funeral”
If I dieJust don’t cryMake a partyAnd I’ll fly Continue reading
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POEM “Judge”
I found outIt was taken to court…I needed to say it Outloud in one go.So I put a dot.And suddenly remeberedI was the judge of it all.And nailed the hammer downJust to put another line- “END OF STORY” Continue reading
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POEM “Womb”
My womb is my ownIt is the Devils pathThe Devils mark…To be employedBy a nightly ContractTo give birthAnd be the SurrogateOf ones own World. Continue reading
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POEM “ladder”
There was an applicationFor a job downtown…So I took the first stepAnd as soon I appliedIt fell – the institution…It needed reformSo I did what I couldAnd built it from the ground up- anew.And one morning I awokeFinding myself as the owner. Continue reading
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POEM “Cannibal”
I found outThat grotesque is what I like.And I found out, a Truth.Muhammad, as the apostlesAte human flesh….And then wrote what heWrote.Cannibal, cannibalAre you there?Was that your job?Playing Hannibal lectorTo me the inspector? Continue reading
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