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.

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? 

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.

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.