The walk in the Desert

Am alone
Finally the time has come
To be alone

I am alone
And being alone
I am filled
As never before.

The fear of being alone
Has taken flight…away…far and away

And forgotten
Are what the joys of trappings gave.
Lost in a sea of wheat
Leaving but a scant trace of memories
Of sounds harsh and brutal
That had constantly assailed my head
Striking with slogan and obsolescent desires, past their due date…
Their constance more agressive and oppressive
As if I were
But another bit of produce to be consumed
And discarded.

The void is plentiful
And plentiful is the Void
None can feed me
For I am beyond food
I savor the essence
Of who I am ;
Now that’s a good meal
The secluded silence,
And in the cavernous refuge of my heart
I observe the flaming magma
And see humanity rise
And gorge itself in a decadant feast
Where each one dies of his own faulty illusions
A fleeting moment of agony that shirks responsibility
Rendered ironic
In a spent universe

I am no-one
And That
Is fine!


The experiences that crossed my path
Are not the fruits of chance,
They are of me,
Created by me
This table of contents is who I am.
I am curious
Of the those that are yet to be.
The knowledge that in reality
My consciousness, my perception of God
Or, whatever you want to call it
Is simply myself,
In all things
The belief, the mocking illusions
Inside of which
We are
Held by You


Ascention is the descent
Into one’self
As absurd as it may seem
The rude shore
Seems to nail the note
Even if an ocean of expression
Is at our doors,
The passage is mined and padlocked
This descent into hellish realms
In the oblivousness of lost memories
Dug up and crushed underfoot
Veiled by Gods and Demons
Incesssantly hammering to
Keep the beast awake
When, really he has nothing to do with it
Beneath the weight of stigmatae
It seems disproportionate
But each forteress
Has its flaw
And between the walls
There is always the void
That murmurs
This space into wich you can escape handily
Breathe deeply for today, the time that
You had made
Is gone
The present is at your feet
You are eternity
Your past
Has become obsolete
And despite seemly
You can and must rise up

The Rope

What Joy
I’ve finally cut off my mother’s head
And she smiles a toothy smile
I choppped up my father
With the blade I honed
With sarcasm he laughs
His smell of old Tobacco
Floats in the air
Like an eternal flame.
Finally from within my bowels can I be born
From so many years of putrification
Idiotic suffering
Neurotic sex
Fear upon fear
In a whirlwind of incomprehension
And all of this for some supposed moral code
Pounded into my head
With pick and spade
And sacrosantly illusions
Abuse, incest, rape,
Stowed away beneath
The violence of the depraved
The secret : the hidden truth
The joy that bursts
Like fireworks
And a dance like
Stroke of lightning
That splits a tree
Before my eyes
A tree so deeply roote D
Branches reaching out
To the azure sky
The time that is to be is nothingness
And even less time behind
The présence of what is
Pushes aside all of this shit
Splashing around in my mouth
Oceans of tears
Have not managed to put out this flame
That dances since time immortal
This laughter that pushes aside
The sarcasm the gossip
The claws that tear to the bone
Leaving inpenetrable fussows
Filled with gravel and bituminous silvered inibriation
Reality has never held such beauty
Eyes wide open
In this squallid labyrinth
That manifests is grandeur


That day
In and on your mouth
The words
That day
On your tongue
Cannot conjure
The dance of your soul
You can turn them
Every which way, and
Beg them to lay you down
They only grind your teeth
And choke furiously.

Like a cluster of embers
Stuck in your throat
The words coagulate
Like dried blood
Instead of bearing
The fear, the mangled tears
Buried deep,
Only to be
Once again

How long until
You dance the freedom that is yours
How long still,
Until until you decide to dance what is your pride
Can you see this but one choice?
Can you see your smile appear?

The choice is yours…
So choose
The words on your mouth
The words on your tongue
The words, the day
The day that fulfills…
So many choices
Before you, so
Let yourself dance,
Silken is your mouth
Enlivening, your tongue
Your words are the full day.
Your sex is joy
When love fills your words

So choose

In essence

In essence
We are together
I am a virtual shadow
That exists because you exist
Without you, the shadow that I am vanishes
Your luminescence allows me to be
To be a perfect shadow
And the shadow that I am
Stretches into the
Fathomless place where
You are in this moment
The web-screen is but a condition of tangible consciousness
I am no longer alone in my salon
On a Saturday night
You have always been there in equilibrium
With little need for reasoning
I know now that I can look forward and back
Casting our beings accross time
In essence
We are together
A people born
Of a nation
Of a Planet
Of this humanity of women
Of men
That has finally found itself.

Behind you

I am with you
Every where you go
I am always behind you
Tracing your summons
To other informal realms

I am the death
That gives you life

I am the joy
That makes you cry

I am the hate
That makes you love

I am the she
You do not think you are

I am the passage
Through your gates

I am the she
who casts a spell and fulfills you

For I alone
Truly believe
In you

Your gaze

The heavens are the endless depth of your gaze as
It strips and bares my soul

I want to immerse myself in you,
For there, I meet my endless self

You quiver at the merest brushing of my hands on your skin

You shudder and flutter like a leaf torn from a mighty tree

Your blood is so hot and your skin so moist
That I am a king quenched at your spring

Liquid, you bear me down rivers to hidden oceans of refined subtlety

You are of the untamed .
As am I
We are divine

The other elsewhere

I root myself in the sky
I sit on my feet
In my stomach
Buttherflies spin
The world exclaims a mouthful of air
A chant of mystery
Touching an unbridled love
Of the unfathonable

I am the drunkenness
Of the perfect stranger
The love of the unseemly
A relentless wind in the sails
Rowing like a mad fool
I can sense destiny
Weaving its path
Perhaps even vivacious
Conjuring the present
And the wondrous capacity
Of letting me love
Who I am

A state of presence

When what the veil once held
Turns to mist
And suddenly the expanse
Reveals all of its charms and candor
My imagination is guided
By my stomach
My feet
That dig into
The sprawling spectrum of
Color that breathes.
Nothing moves
Or bounces,
A weightless presence
A boulder that naught could budge
A tree
Emanation of a
Thousand years of beauty
And surging out of the genetic
Nucleus of memory;
A twin
That reconfigures
The structure of my spine
A quick writhing serpent
Of waves and particles
Slaps my recognition
Into a laugh,
And in this absurd
Laughter, I leap
Out of myself,
Out of the box
So tiny…
I had forgotten
That I was the one
Had made it.

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