Friday, August 25, 2017

It broke!

Washing the sins from my mortal pains, I walked backward towards the garage of carnal desire. I smiled at the thoughts of the night, as the dawn overtook the darkness of slumber. Unclad in the garage and the Main Street, the ecstasy of music overtook the morality of human soul. Cop was nice, so were the herbs. His beard overshadowed the clumsiness of her beauty. And there goes backwards to the middle of Arch Street, funk night and human diaspora. Colors of music and love, we were liberated from the ruthless fight for life. She worked with her mother, and the awe of that genetic bonding brought tears in my eyes - I controlled for the sake of manly pride. As I gulped the popcorn from the street, I did not know what awaits me in the dawn. And it broke!

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Letter of Perfection

In the summer, I saw a beautiful message encrypting through the nerves of a shallow mindset. It was bright and warm, people were unclad seeking the liberation form shyness. Fear was fading away from the agony of childbirth. Hope was around even in the rope of a suicidal belt. I saw the message, creeping through the eyes of a being - I have never seen such a being before. It's nerves were thick, protruding as if the veins were about to burst. It looked like an archipelago, a tattoo withdrawn from the touch of human race. The encryption was subtle, the mind was shallow. Shallow in the marshy labyrinth of grey cells, the cells which claimed to be an archetypal nauseating hydroma. I was withdrawn, I stayed away from the cupidity of  curiosity. Encryption, be it in the pretext of fear or anger, it wasn't in sync with my desire for freedom. I quit, I fret to the fright of a superior intellect, that would quintisimally withdraw from the intuition of liquidity.

I saw the children, four or five, and their mother smiling at my insane pride of fulfillment. She fed them as they saw me dancing to the tune of languish-nous, soups upon soup, I could see her swirling the bottom of a hot pot - somewhere on earth, seduced by my smile.

What do I decipher from this picturistic perfection. Is that the salivary ejection to the tune of the yellow soup or my nerdiness to the approval of the conjunction of stillness. I do not know, I do not know answer for all - lest I wouldn't have fret to the fright of the superior intellect. Yet I know, she was content with her flesh, content with her kids, content with the yellow soup boiling in the hot pot of shining steel, content with the blue apron she wears, and content with my seductive smile. It wasn't money, it wasn't even a kiss, it was that _____ for the sake of one's own genes.

Sunday, January 29, 2017

A Life Less Miserable

I opened the doors and the deafening music sparked the light in me. Darkness, hopes and drinks lingered around the corner of my heart. I swore to my oath, I was a mortal of numbness watching the emotions under the blanket of my thoughts.

Dancing to the ecstasy of country music, I saw hope from afar. Shyness versus desire, the hope blurred my vision. I moved towards the hope, holding  the fear to her waist. We danced and laughed, my pursuit for consciousness was shattered under the ecstasy of desire. That ecstasy sucked every drop of her blood (literally), she was mine, we were one, the worlds were we, we were the world! I fell to the ground, looked up at the sky, my pride overshadowed my flimsy heart. And in the dawn I dreamt the dreadful fate of evolutionary humanism. Those men in horses shot the feeble sapiens, I saw children dying on the corners of road. That dreadful fate in the name of evolution, if nature selects the best why not humans? If nature selected humans, why not humans are nature? I opened my eyes to the fading hope. She was lost in the woods of my craving sanity. Waking from the slumber of that fateful night, I sensed the fleeting hope caress my cheeks. All that was left were those shades of her lips.

Becca.

Monday, January 9, 2017

Storming My Sanity

I don't care which language you speak, I don't care how you look, I don't care if you are human or a tree, I don't care if you are happy or sad. All the hormones those rages in your spinal chord has little to do with my love for you. I am the one who thinks you are not a human, not a beacon of mercy, not an instrument of peace, not an imaginary illusion. I am looking for peace for my internal quest of truth and love. I love you, I live for all the soul that you created in this indestructible place called nothingness. You are not in the mind of sanity. You are the world of ecstasy.

Love!

Happy to be here

I'm happy to be here. Happy to be in this world. Or is it that the world is inside me. Who knows? No one knows. Are you just an imagination in my brain. Are you me? I hope so!

The memes, life, cultures, songs, rhythms, talent, equations, arts, are they just inside me? The brain, ego, hormones, genes, nucleotide, is it all just inside me? Who am I then? A made up thing called conscious? A made up thing made from nothing? Am I nothingness? Are you a part of nothingness? I am happy! Is this a delusion, an illusion? You are in me. What if I am in you? Do you exist? Really? Do you exist?

I don't want to end this. This ecstasy! This ecstasy that has no meaning, that is ignorant. Striving to be something it is not aware of. Growing virulently like a happy disease. This is the art of my brain. Welcome 2017! A made up year in a made up story. Food , drinks all that goes to the hungrless stomach. For the good of my story. For good of my fallacy.

LOVE! 

AZ


Saturday, August 20, 2016

As Man Thinks

Born out of water, he learnt like a fluid. Millions of experiments through innumerable streams of possibilities, he grew up strong and bold. As the intelligence evolved, it shaped him to be a man, a man inventiing machines. Born out of earth, machines learnt like a dead parch of land. Millions of experiments through predetermined arrays of logic, machines grew up strong and bold. He thought, 'machines are stronger and quiker than me, so why I shouldn't be like earth?' He emulated machines, woke up predetermined, worked predetermined, slept predetermined. He was no more water, his experiments were through logic. He wanted to be his creation, he wanted to be better than his creation. He wanted to be a man void of his roots. He wanted to be a man void of his soul. He was a man, a man racing to compete with his creation. After years of struggle, he saw a stream of water at distance, flowing freely where it willed. Nothing was predetermined, the water followed the course of possibilities. It sang songs while flowing through all kinds of terrains, mountains and rocks. It flowed through his eyes, to his cheeks and wetted his lips. He tasted it, he felt it, he felt the saltiness of life. He felt his root. He remembered his source. He felt his tears, tears of happiness and sadness. He is life, he is man. A feeble creature who struggled for its existance. 13.8 Billions years of evolution, and he is here remembering his roots.



Saturday, May 21, 2016

Do Not Fear

I looked at death, it is not new, it is not old. It is time. As time is born, so it dies. So are we, each moment we are born, each moment we die. Each moment we are new, each moment we are old. We don't grow old, we don't have time to grow old. We die before we grow, we are born before we die. This loop of life and death consumes our thoughts, invisible, it seems to be in a flow. It is not in a flow, it is quantum in nature. Don't fear death, you have already died infinite times. Don't fear hunger, poverty and loneliness. You have been hungry, poor and lonely all your life. I say, do not fear! Do not fear, O' mankind! Life is not worthy to be preserved, it is not worthy to be treated forever. You have died a million times since you started reading these words, and you are new now, a new being without fear.

It broke!

Washing the sins from my mortal pains, I walked backward towards the garage of carnal desire. I smiled at the thoughts of the night, as the ...