Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Joys of Motherhood

Through the scanner
I watch.
Bewildered,
Dazed,
Exhausted.
Deprivation looming large at the horizon.
Walls of humiliation
Circles around the vantage point:
Belly,
Round, and carrying life.
I see it.
Doctor smiles and say it moves.
No.
It does not move, it weeps.
I listen.
I hear.
My eyes are glued to the vision I see.
I don’t need modern technology to define.
It is neither a boy nor a girl,
But a Bastard.
Don’t wrinkle yourself from the word
you yourself created.
Like all the other words:
B-a-b-y, l-o-v-e or h-u-m-a-n
Which come from the very alphabet!
The blind folded eyes,
Rip apart and
Put the womb in one side of the scale,
With all the other nothings in the other side.
You measure.
I laugh.
It is my belly,
My Bastard.

Monday, December 19, 2011

Demons and Angels

The formation
of thy identity.
Baptising with 
one name or the other.
Angelic Tsars
and Demonic communists,
Heavenly French elites
Guillotined by the socialist devils.
Illuminati:cursed for what they believe.
'Death of a Feminist'
Harlem- Witches, they were.
If thee, Lucifer,
speakth of Revolution,
I'd be damned with thee to hell.
I wonder,
If thy evil is innate
How is it created?
What is the origin? 

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Goddess of L.O.V.E

Aphrodite! (ma'am)
I seriously don’t know what to say…..
You and your L-O-V-E.
Crazy and beautiful as you are
Make ups and romantic stalking
With young or old, married or single.
What was your political statement when you sent
Mark Antony at cross roads with Cleopatra?
Was it only about Paris and Helen that you cared of?
Like a Trojan war is a kid’s mere foolery,
In front of your great love?
Was showing off way important in your list
With a worthless infatuation
Of a Romeo and a Juliet
And even a sinful suicide?
Aphrodite, thee Goddess of Love…..
I defy!
The only thing I like about you is
Your own truthfulness
Of making out with Ares
Behind your cripple’s back.

An email to a Titan

Subject: An email to a Titan.
Sender: XOXO
Email: Prometheus@hotmail.com

Hey dude !
Prom ! How di?
Hope you are having fun
Stuck on that rock
With vultures feeding
From your stupid good heart !
At least you seem to carry
An eternal taste,
In compared to
Fast food these days, you know.
Oh ! By the way,
I almost forgot to tell you,
From that little flame of fire
That you took such cheap pleasure in giving
To a bunch of monkeys
Who think they are some smart asses,
They have gained empires
Dining their own flesh and blood
Killing their own and pulverizing Pan.
When you, my fellow, gave out
That double-edged fire
You accidentally blew the light off
Of those crooked monkeys’ hearts for good.
No wonder you are suffering for an eternity !
Nothing personal, man !


Best Regards,
XOXO.

Monday, October 17, 2011

Difference.........

I do not believe in God
Well… at least not the anarchic one that we know
Not the capital ‘G’ of narcissism
Who damned Lucifer to hell.
But I do believe in God
Someone not judgmental for who we are
Larger force beyond infinity
The clash of Anti matter-science-theological Being (I like Dan Brown)
Is too horrible to imagine but Yes!
Something quite closer to it or far better,
With a sense, a feeling, a touch, a beauty, everything,
 Yes, I do.
I do believe in God,
Who is within you, within me
And everywhere.
He is the circle that we run around,
The Unexplained Creation.
The Son,
Father,
Mother,
Every possible and impossible thing.
Beyond the imagination of a weakling brain.
A better soul than what we human call God.

Fate!


Wriggle thee, my child
From the womb
With unconscious eyes.
Pure scent of ‘Tabula Rasa’
Fading away
In front of the wolfish eyes
Of Priests, mentors, messiahs and ideologies.
Total purity
Guillotined in the Garden of Bonsai…
Oozing the immortality
Of utter innocence.
 And throwing the left over
Into the process of Socialization:
Re-incarnating a member
That answers not for nature
But for all the mafia-institutions.
Fate !
Is yours my child !

Dare

I am what I am
True  !
People call me selfish.
May be they talk sense after all!
But I can’t help
Being what I am,
Standing for my needs, wants and selections
And for myself all together.
The Altruistic Hells burn
Inviting me to utter misery
For being disobedient,
Promising me eternal suffering
For not dumping the responsibility on Eve
(Or wasn’t it the serpent who messed everything up?)
And for not trying to crawl back
To the Garden from where my ancestors were chased out.
Despite promised damnation
I dare seek Freedom;
Not the one they promised
But the one I could trust and feel within my nature.