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Said the sailor in my pink dream sad is the man who follows peach green, weak at heart blink of an eye and in one night its all over, gliding on black skies gazing the day stars contemplating the next hour and its a surprise, hating on life living on ice burning inside and yet no cry, revealing only a little saying too much screaming aloud the calvary hasn't arrived, IT be the last call the last hope a single choice and a far cry and in a mere hundred letters few words i make no sense but i have endless meanings, its purple, inside and braking me apart, it has a choice and yet chose to burn me, i'm dead i'm buried and forgotten but aware, i love blue and its pink and they converge, its all i dream of and all what dreams are made of and its my pink-bluish nightmare because i'm awake! PUT ME DOWN...

I tried and i failed,they tried and success came, i did it but it wasnt worth it and when they did it, a legend was bon, now that its the final countdown Down we panic, how cruel has this world treated us, when we finally found freedom smile struck our faces, we never thought of the inevitable perils targeting us, i loathem, the world the inhabitants, the insides have died, cut me down like a flower of pain, bringing my soul from the inside out, and what do i have to say bout it?

L OVE what is it what isn't it
Is it how you like when she runs to you in the middle of the park when she sees you
Is it how you like when she laughs
Is it how you like when she smiles
Is it how you like when she says she loves you
Is it how you like when she is it
Is it when she's sick you run to take care of her
Is it when she have a great, good, bad or horrible day you there
Is it when you ask do you want to grow old with me , and she says yes
Is it love when she says Yes I will marry you
It's not just one thing it you her an an eternity being there for her up down and all in between

MY EXISTENTIAL CRISIS 2012


Golem Olam (or, The Necessary Myth of The Individual)

Each one of us alive is collectively composing
The Necessary Myth of The Individual:

Every version a subversion
Of everybody else's;

Each one of these a model
Of one's own pretended self;

Each modification
A distortion further still;

The whole comparative literature
A corpus of corpuscles;

A quantum magnum opus
Of the most epic proportions.

So preposterous and so poignant,
We love to tell our tales tall,

Proudly standing on the shoulders
Of the giant that we are!





The Scales of Justice, Fallen From The Eyes

At the dawn of history,
The Holy One, the only One,
Composed a statement
And proposed a question,
From a place of poise,
A voice, a choice:
I am One - thus sufficient;
Will you be many,
And exist deficient?

May I make you
The receptacle of my spectacle,
Of disguised and divided light,
The gift of the limit,
The gift of sight,
The ability to see what you will never be,
The awe-full-ness of intimacy,
The delicious companionship of the lonely,
A possibility
That can only be known
Alone?

I Am One -
Will You Be Many?
I Am Who Am
Will You Be
Man?






The Run-On Sentence of Sentience

"… tohu and bohu …"

- And the author of desire
Brooding over the waters,
Breeding first a thirst
Before breathing it into earth -

- And though the mind
Simply cannot comprehend unboundedness,
Comprehension itself the fixing of boundaries,
The only assurance of the future is
An intractable dissatisfaction with the present -

(For indeed, to love and nurture means
To watch our beloved
Die before our eyes
Unceasingly.)

- And though love and desire seem sometimes
An endless revolt against emptiness and lack,
There is never any real inadequacy:
Only latency,
Waiting,
Patiently -

- And though desire’s reception vessel
Appears more like a leaky boat,
We are never in danger of sinking,
But eternally remain
Safely
Afloat -

"… and though all the waters return to the sea,
the sea is never full …."






To Be Or Not To Be

The premise and promise
Of fractions and factions
Is that 'one-ness' is the goal;
The extinction of distinction
We mistakenly suppose
Will make us 'whole'.

To continue to create
Or to deteriorate:
"THAT is the question".
(For surely the more we multiply,
The more we are divided.)

Yet, devising any system
Of decomposition
Only diminishes
The magnificence
Of the images
Of God.

Need we than again join the rabble
At the Tower of Babel
"To make a name for ourselves,
Lest we be dispersed"?
Or shall holiness continue to
"Multiply, covering the earth",
Fullness of fruit in the fullness of time
Inscribing Torah upon the heart
Of every individual, un-divide-able
Part?

MY EXISTENTIAL CRISIS 2012 [part two]




Every Assent, A Descent

The power of persuasion
- the art of sorcery -
wields influence only
in the realm of Belief.
And because to believe
is to (en)force reality,
alas, endlessly
“force produces counterforce.”
The solution therefore is
“neither believe nor disbelieve /
neither accept or reject.”
How many psychedelic warriors past
lost their sanity
for only this mere truth!
Sanitize your own mind, then;
remember those who have gone before,
and resolve to surrender
yourselves no more.

There really is no need -
only unquenchable desire:
no need to forcefully gather,
no need to hoard and hide
knowledge or wisdom
or any thing of value.
See: even at the molecular level,
Atoms do not collide,
But rather do a kind of jig
- they jiggle -
they tremble apprehending
one another’s awesomeness,
shivering they produce
the warmth of intimacy,
and vibrating,
the heat of passion

So listen now, O Water!
Abandon your fantasy
of extinguishing this Fire -
release at last your pent-up steam -
the time has passed to catch your breath -
rise to the occasion and
ASCEND






The End

YOU!
I exist as your witness,
To love and ac-knowledge you -
And not necessarily ‘carnal knowledge’:
Impressions on our surfaces touched and touching,
That luscious illusion of a common boundary,
The temporary loss of alone-ness, all-one-ness -
But, rather, knowledge based on interface,
Our face-to-face intercourse:
Forgetting myself in your eyes,
Losing myself in your voice,
Not settling for mere ‘communication’ (no!):
Far better instead to MIS-understand,
To abandon understanding and so increase appreciation,
For indeed, DE-preciation, a ‘loss of value’
Surely occurs when I ‘grasp’ who you seem to be
- (So I will let go!) -
I want you to bewilder me,
To evade my comprehension,
May you forever elude me,
May you never satisfy
And thus always gratify me
With the endless true knowledge of
YOU!!






Sh'ma

Holy One of Israel,
You listen to my cries of grief
And remain silent.
“To what could you compare me?”
I have heard these are your words; just so,
To what could you compare my pain?
Never has there been
An anguish such as this,
And nevermore shall be
Such a one as mine again;
For the universe was created for my sake alone,
And I alone have lived to tell the tale;
So tell my tale of woe I will.
As I pour out my heart to you, My God,
You dare not trivialize it with mere comfort;
As silence to you is the highest praise,
Your own silence now is the greatest love,
Selah!

do not 'have' a body. I AM a body.
I do not inhabit my body. I AM my body.
I am not an individual. I am : divisible.
I am not one. I am many. In fact,
My integrity rests upon my multiplicity.
My body is a composition. I am a work
Of art. I am a work-in-progress.
And my delight is to feed YOU morsels of myself,
And to taste your delicacies as well.
This is the delicious quiver of desire,
the electrical charge that arcs,
the spark that jumps its track,
the train of thought that leads me back
to YOU.
No,
I am not a body with a mind and a soul,
I am a body that does not mind being solo
So long as I can feed you and need you
To feed me, too.
Who?
This self which insists it exists is a fiction,
There is nothing real inside of me
That need ever come between you and me.
Yes, I know;
The madness of belief is a path that sadly
Has led me astray and away from you
Time and time again. Forgive me again!
Forgive me, my lover, there is no One other than you -
"I am my beloved's and s/he is mine" -
Please, my precious, whenever I lose sight of this
Seduce me again with your mouth and your kiss
Lips pressed tight let us mix our breaths of life
And so entwined behold ourselves
DIVINE

How can u b sure that you love me? The creator shows how love should b practice when d heaven and earth was created,man and woman. The good qualities we have in us as image of the creator of heaven and earth strongly justify why love is the best thing about us. The ability to love reflects creator in us. It is our duty on earth to eliminate suffering and injustice. When u want someone to get to know you,do u not mention your name? The creator reveals his love to this world tru us. It is the love u show to the person next to u that will make u b love.

A crafted gift that eternal hath designed,
A half minded wind blew through the face
A drop of water kissed the cheeks...
An unshaped darkness descended,
A thunder struck from the heavens,
A mystic poem is in the offing by nature,
Earth smiled with her thunderous roar.

Ecstatic mind sang with the branches of trees.
Left & right they swung with the dancing wind,
Clouds awaited the god's order with patience- endless:
Delighted Sun withdrew his mighty force
And the communion of earth & rain began........

A little bit cold the morning is,the heavenly breeze strokes my face while I observe the horizon of concrete mols. From my view I can also observe how humans move from one place to another, as if they were ants in undefined paths, from up to down, from left to right.Nonetheless, their most relevant feature is their endless speech, they all go together as confident as if They were relatives. This is the place where dreams are filled with more illusions, some of them more realistic, many others out of reality.

Wilbur had some terrible allergies to cats
After going to the doc’ for some testing
He finally knew where he was at
“Oh” says Wilbur “what will I ever do with Barny and Lulu”
“Well” says his neighbor Pete, “Let’s chat”
“I know where you can get a lazy dog real cheap”
“Oh” Wilbur said…”But only if you trade for my cats”
“Hmmm Pete said, “Guess I’ll have to think on that”
And added, “Maybe a lazy dog is better off to keep”
Wilbur wagered, "Well he ain't been much good around your sheep"
"That's true" said Pete, "Didn't I say real cheap?"