They call this An astronomical star map I call it My clownš
āFriendship of fiveā, repeated K āBeing the lightā, smiled Duckling āEnded the blind rageā, winked Dog āOf a tornadoā, pointed Raven āIn Sā, whispered Midnight
āBuild a houseā¦ā The echo said And ābeliever brought to life few pyramids Few manors Leaving the other homeless
āPlant a treeā¦ā The echo said And ābeliever designed few private parks, few private gardens Cutting 120 million trees Every Christmas
āFather a sonā The echo said And ābeliever fathered few children Few he adopted Ignoring the rest
āWrite a book, paint a masterpiece, compose a sonata, sculpture a wonder, do anything, just leave something behind, create a memory of yourself in the otherā¦ā The echo said And āfool did none of that Understanding
-Sweet Sis, Iām not sure why you always see everything so black… -You are not sure because you do not react to that what you actually perceive yourself, you react to your thought about the otherš Your question nevertheless rings the bell of Shakespeareās grave, for āO Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeoā was an equally senseless discharge into the void, yet people still believe it to be āPoetry of a deeper meaningāš To answer your non existing question though, I could say āBecause Iām no racistā. That might satisfy you, your hunger for positivity. The truth is though, your black is simply your memory
-..and this life, this fracking life is nothing, but suffering. -I donāt think so. -That makes you a liar. Everybody gets hurt all the time. -I donāt. Thereās only one thing that pains me, and thatās the artificial light. -In that case real light must hurt you too! Eye bursted out laughing. -The only true light is the awareness of the darkness, honeybunā¦
Itching Lightly in dark chambers Like dying popcorn Overlooked
In so many others Filled with sighs of porn And sly lies instantly cooked Echoing Israel And its
God following mob Of Sheep Warshipping their shepherd Diligently By The KILL āThose human animals That vermin The evil monstersā Penetrating their bodies With bullets or metal stakes Burning their offspring Burying the living human race Once Twice Three times
Eye quitted
Counting
The dying
Of present Explaining the horrors of the past
Rivers and lakes Meadows, trees and grass Fields Dying of poisons Dropped by the dead birds
And honeybees
Made of metal
Hollow
Resembling
Mine very own heart
Blown apart Caressing gingerly A tiny shadow Coiled in the depths Of one cot
Asking āWhy⦠Why donāt I love you, loveā
He didnāt move Neither did his breath change Entangling the dead thought With the pure trust Of one Single Heartbeat
Sensing the world Of numb
Losing their freedoms Their memories Their minds Their patience Their dignity Their cool Turning their tales of evolving spirit Into a mirror image That of a goon Being content
With everything
For the elderly were flooding the streets As beggars And those Who sweep Sweep!
Weeping for others
Dying in accelerated rates Babies being used And abused Just like rats
By the snakes
Leaving the millions To be still bombarded Murdered Butchered Brainwashed Lied to
On daily bases
Yes, wildlife was silently disappearing
To make the time Therefore space
Of official Artificial Y O U TH AkA
DUMB
-ā¦have people really changed so much? Did the evolution take a south turn, morphing into devolution? -Noš Truth is we canāt change. Thatās the curse of this holly giftā¦