minus blindfold

hiatus

the hiatus
disappointing
in all extent and shape

bitter
dexterity
which makes me disobey

Prowess

Indulging, indulging
In the ego that drives,
Reducing, reducing
The self to arrogance,
prowess never felt so cosy.

Whining, whining
About bonds which make you human,
Lying, lying
To the self who vanishes,
Prowess never so witty.

Ravaging, ravaging
Ignorance and wisdom,
Devoting, devoting
Oneself to false beliefs,
Prowess obscuring common sense.

Analysing, analysing
With an absent mind,
Over praising, over praising
Without any recess,
Prowess at bare hand.

Sodomising, sodomising
Soul, self, death & desire,
Sodomising, sodomising
How one sees one,
Prowess never got so much consciousness.

I idolise myself.

Heir

The mask ain't who he ain't,
But the five-hundred-year repression heir,
He ain't the saviour,
But who was to show their discomfort and rage,
It ain't about Cuauhtémoc or Quetzalcoatl,
But 'bout how we've forgotten their children and them.

Images and voices to discredit,
God, poverty and pain,
Citizens spoon-fed nothing but unreality,
And the need of owning and greed,
While the phoney rule,
And who we are decays.

The toxic metropolis remains great and reining,
Seeing itself as the Universe,
All brother and sister blinded by a seven-head dragon,
Who murders, rapes, gags and disobeys,
Anarchy and rebellion are on sale now,
To keep snake or eagle at sleep.

No system able to resolve,
Chaos and blood brought by the system,
We outta wash off, oblige, sacrifice,
Neutralise, overcome, demesmerise,
The mask ain't who we ain't,
But the chosen to awake.

Land,
And liberty.

Obstreperous

I have myself renascent,
Flowing ditties everywhere,
Dreams upon this life.

I am not state-of-the-art,
Common ain't a blessing,
Speech which tries to outstand.

Circles into spheres,
Hypocritically innocuous.

Oaths, and thoughts, and theorems,
Poison for the mind as well,
Taken to despise.

Fallacies obliterated,
'Bout to get to a kind of peace,
Caught not in my eye.

I dwell upon prolixities,
Embracing simplicity,
Reveries of zilch.

Circles,
Circles into spheres.

Aardvark

A pipe embraces nothing,
Non-existing nothingness,
Sight's subjective,
Mind might as well,
Therefore, I be sightless,
Hence, I be dead,
Anopsia's too etch,
Existence has ebbed,
Euphemisms of god,
Freely sway and be outburst,
A lord as a thesis,
Ditto each gap,
Behold of abstractions,
Begotten by all.

The pipe cloyed with nothing,
Palpable non-existence,
Thoughts are ethereal,
Ergo, I be unreal,
Dreamt environment,
Diversions are real,
God and I wander,
In our unproven essence,
Drunk ship of void,
Unemancipated by reason,
How real reality is,
If none might truly be.

Existence shrouding non-existence with a cold membrane.