Monday, February 9, 2026

Zip it!

 


Hüvasti Kollane Kass” Mati Unt

Kass, kes kõndis omapead” Mati Unt

1.

Forget the peers and friendly stairs;

the comments, the torments, the solemn.

Zip it – you don't need to consider affairs;

hard scares, doubts, truth and dares!

Only you know the way to your Honden;

are the priest of forgotten lore: dare pun.

Who makes the mirror crack in Icons snares.



2.

Let them piss your altars and cuss your sage;

word their concerns, while far from your Hills.

The Lion don't care, what sheep enrage;

Wolf's chest fatty, filled with shotgun shells imaged.

Go with your shield or on it, like Gorgon chills;

be one with your spear, like Ushiro, Tora thrill.

Give up your murder and silence your Ego hazed.



3.

Zip it – contain all you have amassed, walking by;

glimpsing without judgment and disgust.

What is useful, like a camel and playing child.

The Lion shall laugh, the Bear shall stride!

To all who jeered the baldy whiplash just;

throwing stones with Shimei, charged Asahel's quest.

Don't give a fuck, walk like the yellow cat alone!!

Holy Armament – Conflict

 




Become empty;

Void glimpsing the Mountain Alp.

Walk on cloud – waters.



Personal Jesus;

Icon of Loving-Kindness.

Exalted Thy Self.



Ensalting Runes;

panis angelici est!

Terra Cognis Vox.



Used Gun lauded;

lazy Security shot.

Lord of War hired.



Be like Cage;

Xmas, thanksgiving; Supper.

Nickleback, grunge.



Dazed, Confused;

floating axes zeropoint.

Cubed Yggdrasil.



Terminus Exit;

Robotboy turn Megaman;

attribute Void.



Generator Rex

Breach and Switch Love;

Trinity Hürrem,



Holy Spirit, Femme;

divine Attribute.

Sat Virgin Mary.



Jesus tossed up;

Possessed Holy Spirit.

Deserted John Wick.



Hammer Time, Frank;

Underwood Hillside Church.

House your Sickness.



Usher see Teraph;

lose your heart and soul.

Give it to Koh!

Deus Vult, Makima

 




I

Exalt thyself, ye Superstars, daughters of Eve;

venus Ambrosia on your lips;

your hips the Ivory towers – Breed!

Be like, then angels fell down, Steve'd;

their Universe revolving around Tanya ships;

who's more left handed and commando, lets rip!

Bayblading your Bakugan, Digimon rad.



II

Its Hammer Time, for the guitar became Hydra;

Vanemuine, drop it, got some bars to Kalev.

Whiteraven wants to Makima your Deus Vult gear;

so that the gogs and wheels are oiled oranges – Cypher;

matrix Profundi, then most pocket calculators stew.

Free your Mind and Excel in Spirit dipped in honeydew!

Tatanka Yotanka is your knee still wounded, will you be my spear!



III

Awaken, Red Man, become Communist in Spirit;

bring back your sin-eaters and medicine-men.

Heyoka around the block, all your sons rave it;

your daughters like Pocahontas and Jean D'Arc – crave it!

Be like Simon-Levi of Israel and grind tomahooks even;

It's time for your War – dance, summon Gwen;

Ben Tennisson and Kevin E. Leven, Talitha Koum livid!



Conflict

 




I

Jesus Christ, Superman, here I stand;

thus I am! Like Martin Luther of old;

then He struck the shut door Grand.

Hold me like: “firm City, providence demand.”

for I wanna be your shield and sword, bold!

Make me empty, like iron man was mold;

so your people and you may find shelter, band!



II

Conflict is here, ready to serve my Lord;

Your White Mare, to rue them awe –

to be the kappa and mermaid in hood.

As you ordained: I shall bring thy brood;

the children and Samaritans, sawgaw!

But the Chosen and Worthy shall be cast out lukewarm;

on the Crossroads, as Gomer, daughter of Diblaim was!



III

Bless me, like Zarathustra, for I am going down;

Moon is fawning and Mercury is rising, Lion roar.

Its time to close the markets and Bourne –

who wants to save Ukraine – You Shant? Mourn!

Two Pounds; One Euro; Half a Santime – Babylon Whored;

Nato shall be cast down, EU be no more.

Each state to their tent, erect Nehustan and drown!



IV

Wallow in your salty tears, and name more dates;

call upon symposiums and Greta Thumberg to tamburine.

Play Sixto Rodriguez on background in a daze;

confuse yourself with Sartre and Descartes unfazed.

Just like in Karate Kid, a Honden once told: “Betray

me and I shall forskae thee!” Whiteraven, go slay –

give them selfy on a hole in void run, forrest, clown!



V

Don't rejoice, Mother Russia, for God shall hook your nose;

just as you came with the Arc, to punch Nazis.

Behold, there's a garage in my Temple and you dare pose!

Thus your pussy shall riot and the wagons Kill-Bill like Hosea;

You shall shrink into a Wallnut; дух соссий

St. Peterburg and Nišni Novgorod – иди нахуй , траций;

Putins head on a pike with a paper crown, Red Rose!

Welcome Home, Paul di Anni!

 




I

Don't cry for him, Argent Dinah;

the Truth is he never left you.

Jesus but Loves Him and ask for Supper –

don't be a bitch, give Homage proper!

Now your journey is done, Daddy cool;

you proud Hell's Angel, Gods Jester Fool!

Now receive your Judgment “Killer”!



II

You have Rocked and Rebelled, Punk forever;

Jesus salutes thee and sends Whiteraven receive.

Many a Christian hurled Bibles clever;

Satanists gave death warrants, radioheads tether.

You stood your ground and challenged Steve –

Giving Adam a chance, while the Gym-Monkey reels!

The Lion of Judah, to give husbands to Eve more.



III

Heavy Metal, Iron Maiden, Paul Di' Anni;

Welcome Home, here you shall see St. Peter!

St Paul, St. Steven, Boanerges all blues stunning –

who ever bled and sung on the straight and narrow Manly!

You there like Kenaz, Wunyo, Tyr, Reito – The Defeater.

So many youths bondaged by anxy and void got better!

The Devil walked back a thousand miles, was the fanning.



IV

Find Peace in your strife and struggle no more;

He shall lay you to rest with Martyrs of old.

Those, who stood witness, than running scared

and pell-mell, Ruben and worthy convos voredare;

you let Deborah and Gideon emerge from the scold.

Hence El Shaddai, His Christ, Holy Spirit speak bold –

This Soul from us, Lucifer don't touch, don't you dare.”



Saturday, February 7, 2026

Locked and Loaded

 




I

Loading, goading, when the worlds are hoarding;

High end Meth-Zodists myth the skit on the rave:

preaching of peace, then people are ready brooding;

war everywhere, under the staunch hoody.

Zealot and intern alike, established in their behave;

astroturfed the notions dope, do betray ER –

flurry outrun sighs “Who am I?” in the moody...



II

Calling your number, don't slip the knot, tired;

I'll be there for you in the Void, catch you in the act.

Locked and Loaded, clocked and bloated, fired –

Seek me under the Cross, as I worship the Shire;

as a handmaid, to wash the hands and feet of crack!

You can't be too low, got a Supper for ya track;

See you at the Cross-roads, lets Superman, Sire!



III

Then others seek Tarot or I-Ching bling on that ring;

I got a Cross for ya, don't loose your dollars and dime.

Run for the shelter and become a Saint the King -

Like Obed-Edom and Nimrod, the hunter before Sting.

Then your truth gets questioned and parried, confined;

for post-modern sentinels know no history no signs.

What is the Truth?” they blink AllTooHummanist ping.



IV

Choose Lao Zi over Kong Fu Zi, abstain from the Society;

while remaining at the gate of no gate, on Rashomon!

Then Kagemusha and Grey Cardinals want to Sobriety;

while drunk of alien fires, El Shaddai never hired!

Alps on the scalp, what jumping jack rabbit Common;

can't seek their gender, but abandon family for Ra-Omon!

Agents of infatuance, who fleet from one petal to Trinity!



V

Neo in the Matrix like Ghost in the Shell and deus ex Machina;

then the spoon is fed through the kernel, shadows doxx psyche!

Doubts linger, until you surrender your Self and become Makima.

Loose the dog on leash, become the Monster Musume, Love Hina!

Stripped and unrealed, the dealers who deemed you dost Nietzsche;

letting Karens whip you to shapes of craven images: “Creature”

Until disappear between Ravenclaw – Slytherin – Gryffindor Grima!

Church and State

 


Luke 17:21; 1Sam28

One Of The Deepest Conversations You Will Listen To About God | Dr. John Lennox | EP 394

I

Don't come to church, to entertain thyself;

its not the cinemas, nor circus for freaks.

I'm talking to you, Pharisees, Sadducees;

who you stare down the Tax collector pleads.

When ICE or Tony Stark, Elon Musk creep;

the Prodigal Son is sullen, thinking blue-deep.

Playing chess, then no Kasparov in da house-elf!



II

The Church of Jesus Christ, inside your heart;

that, which was built upon St. Peter, St. Paul;

St. Steven; Boanerges, St. Philip. St. Luke, you art ?

Why do you follow Christ – to be like Pettygrew part;

Skeeter was a reporter or Trelawney a Prophet, Saul!

Remember, how the King went to the Witch, to appal;

summoning Samuel, to hear his doom by Gods Will stark!



III

How do you bleed, for yourself and virtue signals, matured;

does your inner child know, how to transition without drugs.

Don't choose hormones, like glitching your motherboard,

while you haven't even uploaded the BeOS to be yours.

Don't trust leaders and teachers, who don't debug;

what they claim to follow, being holier than thou thug!

They are like angry silver bullets, who Slughorn sourire!



IV

To know Good and Evil, to go beyond the Void;

one first needs to make peace with Himself!

Kill your Ego, Kill your Gods and poise.

Then you have lost all, fallen in Christ's hoist!

Only then shall your Superman lift up, Alp -

Your State of Mind, becomes the Icon, Elf!

What shall Kevin the reject to be Voiced!!



V

Church and State, in your hands only;

your eyes judge, how the Keys of Solomon use.

How you judge your neighbour, lesser camry;

will give or loose the crown, in Gods court INRI!

Are you Anjou; Henri, or Grigorii a muse –

God will give your bushel back and transfuse!

Wicked get more wickedness, Good go betters, Live!