No Substitute
a crisp electronica tune for people from both worlds today
P.S. don’t forget to UP the volume.
Particular Moments
More Stars than There are
February 14, 2018
January 28, 2018
A New Friend
a mutual understanding
January 26, 2018
Metropolitan Desert Rose
not of flesh and blood they are made
January 18, 2018
Pilgrimage Song of Abolishing
Deeds of the fathers, grand fathers,
and countless fallen aspects
of the passed on elders—
Trickle down into your Being;
you the Reincarnate,
guided vicariously by Karmic arms,
inevitably let your feet doused,
bathing in Ancient Sins.
.
Chewing on the recycled fruits,
Are you on many-a-days,
helplessly gazing down the Abyss
of recurrent, unsurmountable defeat?
.
OH! PRECIOUS SAPLING:
how little do you know—
Reborn and Embodied in You
lives a New Divinity?
Your seed carefully Sown
by Hands Eternal, and Blessed evermore in Passion?
.
How could you then
dare to contort effortlessly
into Another Effigy
along the Ancestral line of
Old Misdeeds!
Fight! Fight—
Fight with all of Your Might!
Abolish the curse of age and history;
Your Spirit mint and radiant,
Defiant against festered creeds.
.
Sins of the fathers,
rusty chains of shame
surely shall to repeat:
Sons and Daughters in the Living,
fulfill not once more
a destructive prophecy—
Conquer the Self, endlessly;
let the cyclic fouls be
Vanquished at your feet.
January 10, 2018
Necessary Vacancies
who are you, when it is all seemingly a void? do you confront or give in to the self that only emerges in emptiness? or do you become consumed by it, losing the sight of self entirely, for there has never been a definitive you in moments like this?
December 12, 2017
Rain Down
Upon every exterior, fissure, and tiny crater—dampened is Clarity on a trip Home.
November 19, 2017
Household Dystopia
The Sun, without notice, rises
Upon our individual dystopia;
Garden grown amok, overtaken by
Weeds rampant—intertwined with
Floral carcasses.
A fatal reality of decay, brought forth by
Negligence, perhaps coupled with bright
Streaks of depression, and its consequent sloth—
All the while,
Nothing was there to be done;
No unwinding of this tangled,
Graying yarn—
As we spent days chasing bread,
and slip past nights, nibbling on
Cheese, then poisonously chasing it down,
Not sleeping, but passing into
Unconsciousness, ruing our Daylight gone.
A bundle of rotting Roses,
Burgundy and Brown,
Sitting slanted and splayed
Unfittingly in a vase oversized—
We are.
Yet here, maybe there; somewhere—
Under the caressing of Morning rays
In pastel, there is a vague, indescribable
Beauty to it all.
November 14, 2017
A Butterfly Effect
in capturing these blossoms gracefully—she does not know it yet, but a step towards abolishing imprisoning motifs—ones that dictated nothing pretty would ever come out of her fingers and palms, had already taken place, carved deep and sturdy into the clockworks of Fate
November 6, 2017
Suburban Bliss
in the wake of recent and unnecessary bloodshed on American soil—one needs to realize, more now than ever, just what a peaceful and tranquil place this sacred land can be. so let us make the best of our intentions to keep it that way
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