Hanging out

I was hanging out my boyscout boy-coyd shouts
to astound about the mount of cotton fiber in a trout.
The rites there reserved to a referred intern unheard
binging at the hinges of St. Shacklebolt Kingsley,
who believed in Cum-Ra and flimsy root directions.
I toried to the next flap-jack inside the gory folklore
of a hangmans worry. The wart was cut off and hugged.


I mugged myself some coffee, to tree-spirit Nirvana;
of coming Baja to commune with the mule in Biblical time.
The clock was punched with corporal punishment;
while being glutton for verbal obtuse, as my gums there flapping,
like an albatross dipped in oil... I had to strap myself to work out.
It was disengaged and fault-lined into some other crappy toy-string!
Fuck the system of a downplayed Jack-O-Lantern thinking...


Hes/hers Dick in the Dox to Iggory Diggory around the block --
new fleets efreeting around the mock battle of broken luck.
I have to sound so sane as I silently relent to be wearing a lions mane;
what was instead my look du pillow, as my ass woke up at 3
and nobody even did the count to call me into the ring to belt me...
I sculldugger a shy plyable comply to shagger all your safe spaces
into the fine neet Stacies feeling like He-man to say "Yes she's Stan"


The glory hole was blackballed to be renamed to a fawn;
all hairpins jumped over the devils tower and wall being lovers
with harpies and behemoths. I was pulled from my hair
and guided by my nostrils as bullshit janked my bricks...
I had so much to say, but ado was on denial and replay.
For this to enter even the stage of a coupe de grace etats units slay
I prayd to the piper and crossed the path of a black cat with a crowbars spithay!

How to become Christian?

Many times I've been asked that question, mostly silently between the flowers and lines of the conversation. It's a tough one indeed…

Now behold, one came and said to Him, “Good Teacher, what good thing shall I do that I may have eternal life? So He said to him, “Why do you call Me good?No one is good but One, that is, God. But if you want to enter into life, keep the commandments.” He said to Him, “Which ones?” Jesus said, “‘You shall not murder,’ ‘You shall not commit adultery,’ ‘You shall not steal,’ ‘You shall not bear false witness,’ ‘Honor your father and your mother,’ and, ‘You shall love your neighbor as yourself.’ ” The young man said to Him, “All these things I have kept from my youth. What do I still lack?” Jesus said to him, “If you want to be perfect, go, sell what you have and give to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven; and come, follow Me.” But when the young man heard that saying, he went away sorrowful, for he had great possessions. Then Jesus said to His disciples, “Assuredly, I say to you that it is hard for a rich man to enter the kingdom of heaven. “And again I say to you, it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God.” When His disciples heard it, they were greatly astonished, saying, “Who then can be saved?” But Jesus looked at them and said to them, “With men this is impossible, but with God all things are possible.” Then Peter answered and said to Him, “See, we have left all and followed You. Therefore what shall we have?” So Jesus said to them, “Assuredly I say to you, that in the regeneration, when the Son of Man sits on the throne of His glory, you who have followed Me will also sit on twelve thrones, judging the twelve tribes of Israel. “And everyone who has left houses or brothers or sisters or father or mother or wife or children or lands, for My name’s sake, shall receive a hundredfold, and inherit eternal life. “But many who are first will be last, and the last first.” Mat 19:16-30

Yeah, poor guy, and poor Peter! On the account of the rich guy – its not that easy to sell everything, if you're the landlord. You have fields and servants who depend on you. You can't just Elisha on them!! The reason why money is the source of Evil 1Ti 6:10 is that if you start loving it, you also start amending your beliefs and thoughts, just like a drug addict raises his daily dosage. Bit by bit you crave more, 'til you're ready to wager your own granny to get a new fix! It's like the little boy in the candy shop, who has no money to buy the stuff he likes, and resorts to stealing it. You can always find good excuses why its happening, but it always starts in your heart – you have to agree with those statements first, then they become reality…

The same is true about becoming Christian. The reason, it is so hard to become one, is not, that it is impossible to live according to Mat 5-7 the Sermon of the Mount, which is the Hallmark of Christianity. It's because, people don't agree with it, in their hearts. They don't agree, because, its expensive. Its expensive to be 'poor in spirit'; mourn openly; to be meek; to thirst for righteousness; to be merciful and pure of heart; to be peacemakers, yet not compromising your values. What is this? The bio of a Paladin Avatar in some kind of RPG!! Who in its right mind is able to follow all that,.. so coming back to the rich guy, selling everything seems like a walk in the park, although they are one and the same. If you value something, you value it with everything you got, not with just a faint smile and tweet you can rub off the other day or even forget. How do you value your first kiss? You do remember it, don't you! The same is about becoming Christian. It is as intimate and unfathomable as your first kiss. You crave so much more, and then its gone, maybe even with the one who you gave it to, but the memory still stays on.

The first thing about becoming Christian, is to develop the ability to remain silent or to 'wash your face' as Jesus puts it when talking about, how to be fasting. The problem with faith or anything, are selfies. In serious matters, people become so serious about it, that it starts feeling so well refined and rehearsed, that its more of a play not to be taken seriously!! You must find your equilibrium between seriousness and laid back. If you start doing things, so people notice you doing them to get the head-pat or like or something else, you're no longer a Christian, but a Pharisee… Only you can value what you do and what you are, but in the end it can lift you up or destroy everything. Being able to remain silent, to contemplate before taking action or even saying something, can be the difference between success and failure. If you can't learn it any other way, play MTG or chess and you understand how thinking in short time notice is kind of a stretch… It needs to be trained, before you're able to think fast and accurate. First you must master thinking slowly, or at all!! Later you can disregard all what's said and stop thinking to let your gut do it for you. But that only works if you have trained your gut first. Bruce Lee has said:

“I'm not worried about a man who has done 1000 techniques but once; I'm worried about the man, who has done one technique a thousand times.”

It doesn't speak of much value, when you opt 1000 things, although if you could master them at the same time, it would be a worthy feat marveling of Godliness, the failure to do so is of epic proportions as well. How much effort you put into something, spells out, how much it will give out. Lets take prayer for instance, because people don't get answers to the point there they compared it to talking to a gallon jar of milk and then complimenting it, then something positive happens in your life. How much did you pray for something? How long did you wait? How did you act, while you're awaiting? “How did you thing about God and the Prayer you had? What there you envisioning about the prayer, and what words there you using? Now replace God with the image of your no.1 waifu you would smah and do it again!

Do you treat God with the same reverence as your Nr.1 waifu, who was created by a mortal man – but you still expect a worthy answer. Would a real ship answer you, if he/she knows you're not seriously invested.

Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I have become sounding brass or a clanging cymbal. And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, but have not love, it profits me nothing. Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up; does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never fails. But whether there are prophecies, they will fail; whether there are tongues, they will cease; whether there is knowledge, it will vanish away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part. But when that which is perfect has come, then that which is in part will be done away. When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things. 1Cor 13:1-11

Know yourself why you follow God, and want your prayer answered, as you would know, why you love your waifu and want to ship her. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. When I became interested in Jesus, I started to go to the Sunday School always arriving 2 hours prior if possible so I could simply breathe the atmosphere in. I read the Bible thrice; hanged on any words, what dropped out of the mouths of the preachers as though it there pure silver; gold; platinum… Simply put, I was like a groupie. Like said at Yuri on Ice “That look makes even men pregnant” Because that dissonance between Agape and Eros, is the reason why Christians keep failing. While you need more Agape, to understand Christianity, you can't complete and have a point without Eros. Its like Victor choosing to tutor Yuri sacrificing everything for that cause. I don't mind about the gayness of the show, it still has a worthy point to me. I stopped watching the label of things after reading Nietzsche's “Thus spoke Zarathustra” which saved my faith in Christ, otherwise I would have given up. If you invest yourself into Christendom, you can become so meta, that other people wont even know what your talking about, because its no longer English. Forgetting about your past, just because you wanna look more smart; and mature, and because it is forbidden to look back when you have put your hand on the plow:

“Do not think that I came to bring peace on earth. I did not come to bring peace but a sword. “For I have come to ‘set a man against his father, a daughter against her mother, and a daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law’; “and ‘a man’s enemies will be those of his own household.’ “He who loves father or mother more than Me is not worthy of Me. And he who loves son or daughter more than Me is not worthy of Me. “And he who does not take his cross and follow after Me is not worthy of Me. “He who finds his life will lose it, and he who loses his life for My sake will find it.” Mat 10:27-39

Its again about investment, also about honesty. If you are true about something, it shouldn't be too hard to admit it to yourself and to your loved ones – even to the point they disavow you. If you feel ashamed about your beliefs, because those you respect don't respect it back, then do you even like those beliefs truly or your friends. That's why should think first in silence, before you say anything. People might be remembering your quotes. Or like Johnny storm told to the Thing: “You're huge and orange, people might notice!” then they had to explain him, why he can't tag along, while they are fixing their past. Also let's remember how Johnny forgot that same advice with himself, by giving fire to the ape-men!! That was epic priceless… There is something unsettling and obnoxious, then somebody is himself, and truly follows Christ. You can immediately see the difference, like with the taste of salt.

Some of my best prayers have been taken time over a year or longer… I don't pray them on public nor do I shout out, what I got this date or that occasion. Why should you reveal your sex positions with your ship – wouldn't it upset him/her? Prayer and faith is as intimate as that. Also remember, repetition is important. What you repeat shall define you, like water oozing through rock. A good Christian must be like Water, if to quote Bruce Lee again, although he was talking about Jeet kune do. Formless and tasteless, able to become every form and nature. It's our memes and stray puppets we invent, what become our idols, and pervert our true faith. Those who seek, always find an answer, even though, it might not be the same answer, they there expecting. Mary sure as Hell wasn't expecting to get pregnant in the Holy Spirit to have Jesus Christ; to see Him grow up and then loose Him to the Cross! Yet she accepted it. Think of it the next time you say God is unreasonable and don't answer you prayers or that you don't get anything for it. Do you even want it, if such things could be on the menu? Who wants to opt between eating food on human shit or on bull shit? Eze 4:1-11 to show off that the peoples ways are wicked and it will be their undoing? Any takers? Because that's the essence of Christianity for you. You make your food on bullshit, while everybody is watching, and can't have a say but rather turn the other cheek, then people are scolding you about it!!

Now, who wants to become Christian – sees a boatload of people reciting:

“From that time many of His disciples went back and walked with Him no more.” John 6:66

Smug Christians Ahoy

I normally don't like to write sermons anymore. But because a smug Christian had to ask on twitter about “How many animals Noah took to his Ark?” to verify who is going to Heaven and Hell. Yeah, let's talk about it… When you become a Christian, you don't need to fear atheists, because most of the time, they are nice guys, who don't bother you much, with some exceptions, who can also be evaded and reasoned with. Even Satanists can be talked to in an orderly and normal fashion. The one thing a fledgling Christian has to beware, the reason, why Jesus even had to say:

“It is impossible that no offenses should come, but woe to him through whom they do come! It would be better for him if a millstone were hung around his neck, and he were thrown into the sea, than that he should offend one of these little ones.” Luke 17:1,2

are other Christians. And not any kind of Christians, but the smug ones, who think about, that they will go to Heaven, because they have aced the faith; because their good deeds and prayer they did in the public, will do it for them. Not Jesus Christ on the cross and His mercy – No! Their awesomeness!! And that's why petty feuds between Christians happen, and why people can't understand our commandment for Love, then we always fight… It's a good thing, the Gospel of Luke is especially well written against smug Christians – since it was addressed to someone called Teophilos, who wasn't Jewish but probably a roman citizen, it couldn't be written like the Gospel of Mathew, which began with inane annals most people skip, for you understand their significance only, when you had previously read all of the Old Testament, If you also can read the Jewish commentaries, what different rabbi's have thought about the Torah, and about contemporary commentaries, you would also understand why Jesus hated them… but I haven't read them, so lets not ponder too long on that… The main concept, what I could gleam through reading the Bible, is that the Pharisees and Sodokite built a fence around the law, so that people couldn't even get close to it, in order to violate it. But if you don't get close to something, you don't reap its rewards as well. The most notorious of that, is the celebration of Sabbath: A leaf drops on your shoulder – what should you do? You can't walk along, because, then you would carry the leaf, and that is work, which violates Sabbath. You can't remove the leaf – that is also work. This bizarre and crazy example sums up, why Jesus hated the scholars. Not understanding what the heart of the Torah was saying. And how to make it benefit real life, and not just your own coffers, because you work as such. In a way the Pharisees and Sodokite, did the same, as the sons of Eli, who lost the Arc of the Covenant. They made people mock God and speak against following the law and tradition. Just as Jesus has said about eating food:

“There is nothing that enters a man from outside which can defile him; but the things which come out of him, those are the things that defile a man. Mark 7:15

If you follow the law or faith in such a way, that makes other people feel spite and contempt, you're not helping your cause very well. Because the outside is outside, and doesn't get you as those in the inside. There are the people, who can really hurt your feelings and faith.

Back to Luke's Gospel we come. Before Jesus started His mission on earth, there was John, the Baptist. He was called that, because, he baptized people in the water to cleanse their confessed sins. People there also hoping, that he is the promised Messiah – even some of the scholars, who should have been spotless, came to his, which angered John greatly (Luke 3) When a new preacher comes to town, all men want to be on his good side, so they could benefit from it. For the same reason joined Judas Iskariot the ranks of Jesus. Just because you're able to perceive, that something is good for you, or beneficial to be joined by you, in order to gain access to something you want, doesn't necessarily make you a good person. You could as well join the Nazi's or some other regime like that, and in the court excuse yourself that you where just a cog in the machinery and couldn't know better or do anything – for you being a coward and a fool. John even baptized Jesus, who after that went into the desert (tossed or chased by spirit would be a better translation) also do skip the annals again, what are in the 3^rd chapter of Luke, they don't matter, unless you know the back-ground. In the desert Jesus fasted 40 days to attune himself for His ministry. It is so significant to Christians, because of the 3 temptations He went through. According to Luke, they there 1. “Make the stone to bread!” Because, obviously after 40 days of fasting, Jesus was hungry. And Jesus answered thus: “Man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word of God.’ ” Luke 4:4 While it sounds corny, it packs a fundamental law of faith. Why do you believe? For yourself and your needs, or for a greater purpose, what sometimes compels you to even forget nourishment and stuff you like. You believe the Word of God, not Yourself and your success story. If you believe yourself, what significance should it pose, compared to something else, what you could do? Others have success stories as well!! The second temptation was 2. “I offer you the world if you acknowledge my dominion!” and the answer was: “Get behind me, for you shall worship God and Him alone!” Luke 4:5-8 The reason, why this is important, you must understand the surroundings. Israel was an occupied territory by Rome. The building of the Temple of Herod, so Jews could worship Yahweh had catapulted the region into hyper inflation and poverty. Only the scholars and tax collectors, who collaborated with the Romans, and wealthy land owners of course had any kind of money. Everybody else labored for the day-wage. In such predicaments a deal with the devil is pretty enticing. It wasn't an empty offer, and packed its punch. Still Jesus was able to say no to it, although many advisers and business men would tear their hair out on this one. You normally don't turn down an offer you can't refuse!! At least that's what humans say. That denial itself showed how out of this world Jesus really is. In the first temptation He talked big, now He lived according to His words. It is easy to say big, that you don't take advantage of your transformative abilities for yourself, but another if you turn down real power. I'll come back to it at the 3^rd temptation. So Jesus wasn't willing to directly abandon His mission of being the Messiah, although people didn't even know clearly, what to expect from that figure anyway… The third temptation was: “Throw yourself down from the pinnacle of the temple and God will surely command His angels and save you!” and the answer to that was “Don't tempt God!!” Luke 4:9-12 Have you ever heard such of Christians. That someone teases them, and they answer moderately, not lashing out at their opponents? In a way this temptation, was a repetition of the 1^st but indirectly. There He had to help Himself to still the craving of His belly, now He was offered to help “the people” to give them that Messiah, they wanted to see - “He who fell down from Heaven, carried by Angles, as the trumpets sang and the Earth shook!” People, who normally can say no to a direct offer, fall for it, if you repeat that indirectly and add pride or half-truths to it. Many a Christians have failed by helping the people, and not realizing, they are doing it, to further their own agenda and cause. And Jesus had only “Don't tempt God!” to say about it. Wow! What resolve – such honor even when talking with the devil. It shows great lengths, how you treat people, who you perceive to be inferior to you, or in Christian tongue - “those, who go to Hell” I learned it, when I was reading Harry Potter – you know, that book banned in the Schools of Tennessee, because of Witch-Craft; although none of the banning Christians ever read it!! Everybody can treat your boss well, who could fire your ass or give you promotions; treat a star well, because you like his/her show/movies/songs etc. But how you treat those who are down-trodden really defines your character. I'm not a good person, because I work as a security officer – when I started, I had to work at supermarkets, and one of my tasks, what I really hated, was kicking hobos out of my premise. Sometimes it had to be on February, when it was snowing and cold outside, being totally aware, that trey might suffer from the cold. Some others there protecting legal beggings, while kicking out illegal ones. The legal ones there asking for donations to this cancer patient or that blind not able to afford the dog. The problem wasn't about the legitimacy of their claims, it was there it was askewed and why didn't the Health Insurance system called “Haigekassa” didn't help out with it!! Also, I will never believe, that the shop didn't take a cut from that money. They only had it, to make themselves look better, so people would spend more money. When real beggars came to our doors, they there immediately turned out. If the shop had a bleeding heart, why mind a penny to them? There there some scammers too, but mostly people knew about them. And then there are the sales agents, you never get rid off to sell you stuff you don't want or need. But since they pay the shop, that's ok. Sometimes their so obnoxious I have considered to turn back and go somewhere else… I really hate sales agents. I spit fire, whenever one calls my work-phone…

Youtube is full of Christian videos against this and that, there Christians want to help the people. And I can't help but have to wonder, did they just throw themselves from the top of the temple, like Jesus did not! How to detect a good Christian video from a bad one. The good one wont lament how your way of life sucks catapulting you to Hell, but rather tries to find an answer to questions you asked and what are actually helpful… casting stones has made nobody Christians, but has killed many souls…

So there was I? Ah right Luke 5:12-26 Remember then I was talking about the down-trodden. In this passage are two of such. One leper and one paralytic. Jesus heals them both, and what do the pharisees have a problem with? How He does that. Just because he also said, while healing the paralytic: “Your sins are forgiven!” You have to understand what being a paralytic or leper did to you, in a community there it was widely believed, that if you got sick it was your sin or your families sin, what caused it. So instant karma. Living in that thought, is not a nice thing, so it can't be overstated how valuable it really is, when someone, who can actually help you, tells you such words of mercy, when you had thought otherwise since then. Nobody noticed them, because they there listening to Big Jesus, having a say or two, until He healed them and talked weird about sin. Before that, the leper and the paralytic was no-mans business. The latter had to be even hauled in through the roof, because nobody gave way, so the Healer could help. That's how much people wanted to hear Jesus, that an obvious distressed persons need, became irrelevant! Luke 5: 27-32 Jesus visits a tax collector, which brings Him bad blood with the scholars, who like to remain spiritually pure, by not talking to “those who go to Hell” transforming that person. Luke 5:33-39 The pharisees question why Jesus' disciples don't fast. Obviously they couldn't ask Jesus directly, for His piety was well known. Jesus countered it with the parable of the bridegroom to highlight that He must die on the cross, and then His disciples shall mourn and fast – although nobody understood that back then. He also talked about new wine and old skins. And this goes on all His ministry: Pharisees being mad that Jesus does things the new way disregarding the old forcing them to have a thought with status quo. People don't want change, unless they control that change. That's why so much conflict happens between the Democrats and Republicans of America. Both sides want to control the whole table.

The 6^th chapter speaks about the Sabbath, how His disciples eating on that day breaks it. The pharisees there not even mad, because of the eating, but because of the plucking and rubbing, which was considered work. Then they got mad that Jesus dared to work Himself by healing a sick on Sabbath!! That all shows you who really cares about the people, and who only cares about reputation. The Beautitudes you can read by yourself along with the Sermon of the Mount at Mathew 5-7 because its too painful. Too many Christians fail against t and I don't think people want to hear my Jeremiyah's lament about it… 7^th Chapter of Luke talks about how a Centurions servant gets healed. I find that significant how the problem is presented to Jesus. Jesus must help him, because the Centurion is a nice guy and donated to the Jewish synagogue. The fact of distress is regarded at 2^nd or 3^rd rate… And then that Centurion, with his limited knowledge about Him offers such insight about Jesus, that it makes you wonder, why we even erect churches… If a person so far, can recognize someone as Son of God, or a man under authority, but pharisees could not, over how Jesus followed the Sabbath, then what does it say about becoming a Jew or Christian?

At Luke 7:36-50 we encounter a sinful woman, who dost not let the Pharisee, who invited Jesus in, to enjoy his loving kindness. That passage reveals something about sin. When you're too righteous, it robs you from understanding people, who are less fortunate. Because if they would walk a mile in your shoes, they would get better! But nobody offers them your shoes, they got their own, what you would be but reluctant to wear… Also Jesus disses the Pharisee for not fulfilling the law about receiving good guests. So Jesus was invited but not as a VIP. There was no red carpet entrance for Him, although it would not have cost the host more. It was a gentle nudge to remind Jesus, there the Host belonged and there the prophetic healer in his opinion. Not seeing the woman's sinfulness as a reason to rebuke her, hurt the pride and purity of the Pharisee. Surely he would not have committed those sins she did!! And that made him a better person.

Lets skip to Luke 19 now. Jesus and Zacchaeus. Again we are talking about a tax collector, but not any kind, he was a dwarf and the chief tax collector. Obviously people hated his guts and he couldn't see Jesus, and had to climb a tree. When he finally found Jesus, who saw him up a tree and volunteered to lodge in his house, that was a big deal. Other Jews didn't wanna know him, for collaborating with the Romans, so people didn't like the idea, of Jesus resting at there. People thought, that tax collector take more than is ought. But that man vowed to give away half his money to the poor and restore wrongfully taken fourscore. That meant only up to 50/4=12.5 percent could have been fraudulent, or he would not been able to fulfill that vow. How many rich people, would do such vow today? At Luke 19:11-27 Jesus talks about authority and what it costs to not recognize it correctly. At Luke 19:45-48 Jesus cleanses the temple so the proselytes and pagans could pray in peace and not amongst cattle crying and the sound of money being weighed and bought and sold. You see, in the temple, only the Sheckel was a valid currency, but in Rome that was not so, and Jerusalem, like all Israel, was occupied under Rome. While it was important to have a place there to do that business, exploiting the part of temple, what was accessible for pagans and proselytes, who couldn't enter the real temple entrance and be with the faithful, was Evil. Why should people become faithful to the Lord, if they could only pray under the stock exchange? You are like a faithful, but not really… Why should anybody allow such humiliation. And the pharisees hated Jesus for being that way. Towards the meek and down-trodden and not towards establishment. There could be more to say about this Gospel, but I don't wanna spoil your fun in reading. The point was, don't trust authority and smug tone/fashion. Normally it contributes to nothing. Trust peoples actions, and whom they do it. That speaks more volumes, than their sermons. Godspeed and good health.

Sforza niente

A boy went about, like King Saul
to seek answers in Endor from Tarot
Sforza saw nothing to question it;
asking for questions to wager --
one little christian, but a white raven;
askewed the serpent in fervor:
"Who am I; Wizard or Witch; Good-Ill;
Wiseman or Fool? Can I count,
that the Sermon of the Mount, could be
my way, like Jesus once said.
Like I have written poetry and lived?
Yet another Pharisee on the edge
of the street corners, who got his share?

One little christian, but a white raven
shout out and got an answer profound:
Wand of 5 upright on first place;
Wand of 2 upright followed suit.
The Pope was third thus upside down;
The Hermit broke the 4th wall on the ground,
lamenting the Popes uncut losses like diamonds.
Wand of 8 was dead last, but still kicking;
cheering, leading happy upright, although none followed!

The Present: "Competition and turmoil;
need to stand out. Growth and success --
both at hand, if you conquer the sloth;
Godspeed will devour Gossamer indeed!"

The Past: "Maturity is dominated
a character of high esteem and virtue.
Determined to ace it; wont have problems
but face it! Success but an attitude; inner calling!!
Commit into the fray and thus you prevail..."

The Future: "Vulnerable is the gullible charity;
yokes to ensnare the meek are on the road, beware!"

The Reason: "Impulsive, wild goose chase;
wild hunt at hand! Stand up with temperance
or this is your last red linen; marked sand..."

The Potential: "Speed and luck at unexpected places;
love at first sight will yandere your way!"

The Answer: "Competition on the market of Faith;
tough and resounding indeed, yet the time is ripe
for a happy ending. Avoid the dogma and cultist glee;
as rules and precepts are on a frenzied killing spree.
If you work out and dost not follow the hoe
nor gamble all in one -- you may see Heavens beauty
or bedeviled you may fall and be stung!"

The boy, little christian, but a white raven indeed;
couldn't understand nor display what it reads.
Wagered two Shekels  for 2 (bat)mites in need;
What should it give and where yonder lead!

Diss/Associate/Mumble

Diss was an Associate of Mumble;
Aster was growing numb.
Lots to talk about and grumble;
shove it up my spine with breadcrumbs --
if ravens had any, they would have raised thumbs;
as they plucked my eyes and ate my marrow gamble.
Jack in the box was knocking on Heavens door humbled...

Bewitched as a hitchhiker for the lucky streek;
the street was a dead-end, runes there afloat in the air...
Stryker or not -- that was the question imbeciled for the meek;
Odenwald did not bode well to the silver linings I wreaked.
Godspeed paving the road to Hellions incursion and ensnare --
who rode the last Indian for an Avatar's dare!
I must have ate a cold turkey and Hungary was mana-leaked.

I mean to say nothing, while anything goes Casino Royale;
Texas Hold em and Baccara there competing with wild Geese.
The Mother of old things was in terror as her daugher un-yaled;
expelled for reading Harry Potter and Lavransdatter with grayscale
printouts of the scripture, that was not in red nor edited by W. Reese.
To make it worse, she was not naturally blond and wore a Scarlet fleece;
a wolf in sharp tongued manner and inner peace to mar a Nightingale...

I hit the road with my greatest bullshit to farewell to Kerouac;
as my arms raced to my forehead to find some loose hair untied.
Collared to do the Job thing and Jonas away to the Free stack...
Nineveh had nine vows to row the boat, as the Bikermice backed:
"We'll be doing the hard core and no frogmouth shall early birdy lies;
as Splinter and Carmichael will be waiting to sing some war-cries!"
As men had white Armani and blue jeans women wore black!!

A Change in scenery would break - I swear - solemnly to bear
witness on the grand scale of things. The camels neck was thick;
no rope could ever tie it. So I hanged it onto September 22th gear
as a little bit of Monica was in the air;
I changed the channel with the remote promoting my matchstick
to be the Mayor as Yuri and Natsuki where debating over Netflix
whether to watch Irishman or Icarus... Sayori would have known, I swear!!

As the jury was hung up anyway, we settled the wreckage of events
with a compromise to write some poetry instead. Monica also arrived
and brought Carrie with her. Yuri made an eerie friendship so fervent;
I believed she could cut herself with just her sweat and tears without relent.
I remorse, that letting them out again, was not the best of choice to carry;
onward we go as I cherry-picked my marbles, scanned the cat, e-mailed to Surrey,
to find out that the Matrix was out of order and having a deja vu for 2 cents.

That really hurt my feelings and I blew my stack. On top of that I tore up
my last copy of Spiraling Embers and misplaced Kodama of the Center Tree.
Damn, how can I be so good in breaking up with things what I like - wazzup?!
Carry and the Bikermice volunteered to help me ease the pain with a Wallop.
Afterwards I remember nothing, and that is a good thing... I guess... how to redeem...
some lootboxes there craving my attention, but I pretended to not give a fuck-gleam!
Glee was out anyway and so was Aster with Diss and Mumble - the road was shut...

Eclair Voyeur

Clearing my minds behind the open blinds;
the closed quarters define the sign-language.
I sigh for a relief on some treat of esprit;
et spiritus sangre Eclair Voyeur redeems,


Fanning on the morbid outrage of staged
coup d'état hostaged minds and virtues.
Nurturing the ongoing onslaught of emasculation.
Only a woman can be truly Man to know its kind!


How many endangered species can we curfew;
to live inside civilized borders amongst Mankind?
The right to remain sighted and sigh a gust of grind;
postboning the morning woods to mock my sense out.


Behind the open blinds lies a gonglomerate of meaning.
No responcibility, to give it value and take up charge;
Self included in the existential longing of not standing up.
As Monty Python would have agreed not to betray...


Estee Lauder in the morning; eons of sorrow for breakfast.
not all are filled with passion nor conned to compassion;
to make themselves open for the ridicule and spit of other Self.
Calvin Klein and Hugo Boss in the afternoon to season it.


Its lonely to be beautiful; vitty; savy and all the other graces;
easy to give up the pace. Chaos doesn't mind nor scrutinize --
behind the open blinds, Eclair Voyeur stands tall to surmise:
Nothing matters and anything goes -- all are for Nothing!!


My insides are not waking up but waning in disguise;
just to have another cupcake and treat myself a Sweet Jesus!
How many swears before the temple mount crumbles;
how many oaths to wrath Allmighty Lord without faith?


The righteous wanting to stone the Harlot,
as all bottles shall be filled with fine wine
and precept be put on precept -- the Verdict
benedicts itself!! Dice are thrown up; cards down.

Relapsed of Judgment

Words go Hail-Marry, harrowing ordinary;
tinkering the geared Hulks of shipped ferry.
The bulk of the road to perdition sanction vary;
lo Moral - low your self-esteem to pick cherries.


I don't want no @ tensions nor # tags as I $"&* myself;
up my own hoisted pretard and down the rabbit hole.
Rewarding the regal retards or their revenued shiest-health:
she ain't got no shelth, to rest her head on an arm nor pole...


Then shots are virgins and water is vodka; russians are black,
hey some cool gimmick gauged the eyes to a sight to behold.
I scold the shoelace of some olden days Bold young-blond hack;
who had a left cheek crack, to "but" in the middle of my sententse cold!


I still have to stance my ground standing up for the nearest corner;
edgy slurs are important and self-evident. Some kinds of proverbs -- comerce
must go yonder, to sniff the roses, and I wonder. Do the hummingbirds commence
with the audition, for the next fox in the henhouse or the sheep-clothed wolf trance?


I chipped a dale in a block of flat tires to dairy the diary of some lost archon;
who wanted to die along a Yew tree as the arrow seeped through his sap.
My talk was cheep and my good looks where free -- flabbergasted parchments
lawsuited themselves to kingdoms yet to cum on their Mont Blanc faces some crap!


Don't want to be free to, as free from contradiction is so much more demanding.
#Metoo wanted to showcase Mewto in Motown and have some new improved toons.
Some pokemons there siding with bakugan and digimon, to have a new underhanding
of misgendered faeces. As my diction had contractions to hump the transmission goons.


Vehement prayers obfuscated a shroud of doubt about all the things what a boyscout
should say and do, when Jesus is hitch-hiking on the road, and he drives by a boycot
in his Maserati to lament how wrong and sullen the youth of these days have been rot.
The lot was gathered by Nimrod crossing the thingers behind the back to say: "Why not!"


My palette has no other colors, than camo and obliette, as I rile my victims into my lair;
the dungeon of Chimeras and despair; the den of Vipers and sucking upper class maidens.
The iron spark in their eyes melt my spine into a thrall-gloom, to sway from any dare,
what a ice-cream inside a bread crust could hope inside the oven to bun Sniders.


How many judges can atone the rent of rending a spirit for a pretence or a trend;
terminating the timber for the termite and seasoning the deal with some broken ass
ornaments about some crazy shit, somebody mulled out of his ardent armaments;
a dentist could not pretend to put a dent in an hour or two nor arm himself with brass!!


The spitfire of Carnegie Halled carnage, marking the graves of hallmarked marksmen;
who had a Mark or less to loose in the bible. What ever was  not on the side of St. Paul then;
which lever could have been projected inside the gospel to choir the: "New-Zen"!
Yorkers had to embark on some doghunt to rabbid bite some digestive traits and loose chin!!


My LAN cast a huge five-dimensional shadow what broke the fourth wall;
The IP-man had to call the extortionist to racket some gremlins out of the joy-stick.
My mouse is still scared and took some ducttape to eraze the pained close call;
The motherboard was feeling lonely and the PCU was playing hat-tricks...


The pentagram had 9 mg of Nickel and a dime to sell shorties and hot shots for ironing
Works. My microscopic scope of effort dwarfed at the rainbow-skating sanctions dichotomy.
I had a lobotomy to lobby the vultures with the werewolfs as my head was spiraling
down the drain, for I didn't put the collar on. I pulled my legs up and akimboed "Eo ipso Phoney"


Relapsed in this fiendish nightmare, I stared down the ravine to steal a kiss back -- even by death.
It met my sight with awaited hisses and snarls. As the wails grew louder in the gourge -- wealth
was not an option, but a superseded stupendous opinions, opining stagnant fragrances, scathed
by the prejudices, judiciary hearings had to turn a blind eye to. And what a sight indeed out-wrathed!!