More than Words !

Up he went toward the ladder's to nowhere, they had said that's the way inside him, so he climbed, until his legs were too tired to walk, still he walked ! Days went by, like flowers turning to dust to flowers, his mind was no more, even he was no more, every up was down was up in cycles, so he walked ! He met men's, women's, children's, god's, and emptiness, he gained a lot, he lost a lot, his legs were no more, his being twisted as paper planes, the more he walked ! Rubber stretch's, comes together, friction, all friction ! The ladder, where does it lead to, or lead into, what choices the human as human leans to, of the water falls, or all way long desert, he walks to ! Its a long way, a long war, a long music, a long dance, it expands and contracts, it destroys and creates, a dot, the lone way longs, the lone man, who walks to walks ! Sky is there as sky, which was sky even before, sky was there...

We are the best recipe that life offers, well cooked, and well served, with all those seasoning and crust, my atoms are as yours, so well adjust, and also whales and ants and universe, traces to crucibles of gene's so diverse, memories of the first cell in this earth, yours and my gene's have those all, evolutionary pressures lives and recalls, sometimes unstable, getting better, sometimes collapsed, extracting witter, You and I, are carbons making diamonds, gas clouds, out there somewhere submerged, would one day recall all these reactions, a solar system being formed is just abstraction, of planets orbiting those big giant stars, making you and I possible, recalls attractions, life is everywhere out there in atoms as fractions, You and I am as big as the universe in interaction, everyone is connected even the distant most stars !

1. Wo/men,  she is the tao, polarity itself,  a nebula drizzle, the lifes life,  the ying and yang that arise,  of womb apprise of all lives ! 2.  Wo/men,  for her society need to acclimatize,  literature's form, seasons disguise,  a cellular connection whole designs,  even denies satisfy of life centralized ! 3. Wo/men,  precedes of that distinct chromosome,  language are born of her being alone,  meanings of patterns brings her clone, men tries to root in aloop, unbeknown ! 4.  Wo/men,  wisdom was born of her, the eve apple,  primordial explosion, her impulses fragile,  of human is not in-human, its not straddle,  life that projects, came out of her candle ! 5.  Wo/men,  she is the tree of life, kalpabrikchya disguised,  every she, bulge of he, of immeasurable resides, cultures preserves Mary, where Jesus, inscribes, ...

turning wheels, one two three, life just upbeats, say's in whispers, you are that ! the 'I' resonates, stop not doing, start non doing, farm your land, flower the being ! for a while let go, of this mind-ness, chocolate flavors me, the apple is content, and life plays along ! this is it ! Satchitananda!

My name starts with capital letter 'A', it continues to grow everyday so I say, where will I end in the last day, is it 'Z', then suddenly I wonder, languages are expressions, so whats my name? or how my name tastes when she calls 'A'? how does her breath smells of my name ? If I were to be called by silence, how would it sound? Silent ! If there were no space around, how would it be found? Silent ! If I was inside the big blackhole, how does it echoes ? Silent ! My name starts with capital letter 'A'; does that makes any sense to you ? "A", sounds like small letter 'a', wheeww ! I cant imagine my face inside my own head, it does not come in any way, its abstract instead, I wonder how my brains remembers all the 'shit', its smart-ass, I guess, its the way it has to relate ! So my name starts with capital letter "A", and I still don't know how my name smells !

"My dream echoes of life's sound in sanity,  in regular tunes that smells of raw insanity,  like the neurological echoes of this humanity !" "the right word rambles in the court coarsely,  constant awareness of my resonance in dongs,  free, and loose spontaneous crude echo songs !" "oak smells of carpet wet in rainfall,  contraction of infinity of my identity,  the game rules banging all creativity,  telephone rings tiring self downfall !" "tell me again, what you don't recall of the hatch,  the game played again and again, in vain match, escape caught in lucidity of matrix in tiny scratch !" "a thorough investigation leads to nowhere ground,  of love that interests the unity of all you as hound,  think closely to see you interpret is you in astound !" "bitter, Yes;  sweet, Yes;  so what for,  something else!" "You becomes you when I talks of you in background,  inseparable game rules ...

I see life with different eyes every single day,  someday I am a beggar, someday a prostitute,  I become crows, insects in the room of aleut,  a murderer, a thief, a king, a man in prosecute,  someday I just become the ceiling fan in mute,  I rotate around Earth as the moon who is impute,  a cigarette that smokes its way to lungs in routes,  someday a girl in her first menstrual cycle uproot,  I even become beams of light playing life's flute,  a gun that fires bullets to the enemy like cell shoots,  someday I am just emptiness filling space yet, kaput !

I have always loved Mr Tesla over Mr Einstein, Yet Mr E provokes my brains to jump high plains, I am both of them, train of thoughts in enchained plane, like Wardenclyffe Tower cells Unified field as its shields, elementary particles firing engines,eggs of Columbus reels, exposure of springs brings relativity yet in troublous wheels, if Mr T was Mr E, then Jesus is Buddha, in wryness heels , I am stillness in kinetic distinctness wave of voidness reveals!

a complete book in every detail, so many integration in stream sails,  like crowns made from moment plots,  kept alive yet brilliantly caught in slots ! a glimpse, the missed "what the fuck" call,   next glimpse, a kiss that builds up for sculpts,  third one, lead to a hole, a jump, sudden jolt, the last one, a big bang, your being revolts ! a line in-between which is not and a knot,  untangled wild flowers in  windless desert ! life in eternity of face called space lures infinity,  the catapult pulls toward source beams invisible !

A wood craft in design, a mind, a body, a human,  puppet, yet illumine,  wire's running wire's, photo plate like flakes, a play, making holy clay, a coffee sip, a lost land, winter spree, spring day, a lover's kiss persists, a puppet runs, so wild, EUREKA, EUREKA !

Bliss glides along,  still, deep silent mind,  deep void, no thoughts,  nothing in, nothing out,  the silent song, silent song ! Awake, wide eyes closed, melting all loads,  ice to waters,  clouds unfolds,  subtle elephant songs,  no lovers lone of love,  the thunder strophe,  Namaste oh ! self, ill take you home,  head bursts,  the bird fly's ! Just AUM !  Just    OM !  

a question mark,  that which is purposeless,  can it be so absurd,  ridiculously meaningless,  desultory history, referring to span pointless,  you did it and you didn't,  climbing skies aimless,  time ripples catching fast,  again a question mark, a radio desert of mind,  the cell phone directionless,  it rings, it just did,  flying mind crafts lands,  in those thought waves,  an alien, for an alien I am,  those dimensions lost,  swan fish reflection,  connection, here and now,  enlightenment !  

Tell me O! Man,  what stops you to fly,  why you cage in yourself,  look that breathing ongoing,  the thread of existence,  of wealth innumerable,  sit by the tree and just be,  see of the dancing rainfall,  see it in, tranquil friend,  love, isn't the blind clouds,  come see, along me,  this silent explosion,  walk up the Himalaya's,  EXPLODE ! Tell me O! Man,  are you real ? , are you real ? don't give me your nonsense, do you know ? keep quite ego, you lost,  your thread is already burnt,  Impermanence knocks the door,  the thunder, clash the thunder in,  spaceless explores,  drunk of the limitless, don't fool now,   make love some more ! Tell me O! Fool,  monumental superstition,  you still carry like glue,  groaning prayers ! Tell me O! Fool,  don't you see ? Tell me O! Fool,  don't yo...

1. Meeting Dante, was not enough,  I had to talk to him of few unclaimed nonsense,  his Inferno, where he meets Virgil passes through hell,  all those irresponsible irresistible  words in the lost land,  I needed to talk, about this divine commedia, as he says,  Inferno itself being the hell, the purgatario being purgatory,  and yes, the final card that lands, the paradiso being paradise,  the realms of death dancing along the conscious awakening, the far watching gods, these cruel creatures, reckoning ! 2. he flowers the petals,  "And I began: “Poet, who guidest me,  Regard my manhood, if it be sufficient,  Ere to the arduous pass thou dost confide me! " to those afraid souls that walks down the slow lanes, buckle up, move forth, just close your eyes, of the cliffs,  the soul that descends heaven, of thy father, who lives in,  freedom calls , let go, don't cage the burden of bei...

whilst, the earths revolving around sun, in the wide stretch of this solar system, thau, know'st of open strings un-song, tree's embrace the sky of bio-rhythms ! a brief grief when the wind blows her, covering all the upbeats of her wisdom, the autumn leaf returns in spring driven, eye's that sparkles life in trillion frames ! harvesting the evolution flower's grace, don't touch the heaven's forbidden apple, she takes it in,  unravels life's life woven, immeasurable her soul, expanding forever !

I breathe her in, deep, so deep in me, that she becomes who I am, a journey, she inhales me, into her, like her genie, she clouds me with her rain like butter, mixed in  cookies that tastes the best, so, as I fly into her, as she fly's into me, like embrace of bamboo to wind impasse, reaching patterns of sunflower to the sun, crossing all the submerged  drunk eyes, of the lovers, who become loves love, closed eyes, the universe begins thereof !

1. Inside, the shell of life, enclosed birth, is just layers, layers, deposed into flares,  opposed by prayers ! 2.  Touch,  the thoughts swiftly,  life doesn't wear clothes,  its naked, always briskly,  through away pride jiffy,  let go of ego, as history ! 3. Wonder,  around the valley walls,  wearing shawl of hauls,  carry on, like intercourse,  life making life, just pause,  let go of this self as moth ! 4. Golden,  white rays in panorama,  making colors, even aroma,  magnify views, in your corona,  that's me, that's me, to Noah,  jump into the abyss of belladonna ! 5.  Vanish, you were always that dong,  eternity~ playing brackets lifelong,  songs were your self, overdrawn,  your pulsation, were forlorn, unborn,  the self crucified, gone, gone, gone, gone ! 4.     3.   ...

What will they know of them, he said, culture's defining the vile's of thought, oh ! Oh ! don't say that he said, again, this thoughtles-ness is  "thoughtfulness" men, asked again, don't make gibberish, talk of meaning and sense, not blabbers, he smiled, his eyes sparkling, just smiled, are you insane the group said to him, he just kept quite, turned around, walked, looking up, he said, I was also that,  that, how can I say anything I know of loops, I know I had fallen there, so they will too, let them fall again, as I did, again, Yes, again, barbarity is no choice, its a prominent state, can's say anything, keep quite man, quite, let flow the swimmer, let them vanish away, someday they will come to this land, land-less, open-ness, emptiness, wait, its whole-ness, this man tried, tried a lot, this poet failed, this man got lost, he comes again, of poems, dies there, in the no-land, of the moments !

a seed to reap that grows to be, that which makes you makes me, of buying the disgrace of charity, in deep grapevine drinking thirst, selling all of the windows for verity ! deep inside the destiny of freedom, silent storm raising in  lovers axiom, her breast is heaven disguised legions, slowly fading from the old to aspron, amassing all universe in time siphons ! invading the thought colored sanity, as moon mignons the sun in opacity, consoling words chasing away modality, echoed over cosmos in blasphemy, it mocks to your face of lax gravity  !!

no special performance, just jump into the well, Buddha, went to market, to buy nothing, a secret, garb the fundamentalists, teach them some emptiness, long way home, clueless, smoke no-more life-less, inhale the vision, blur-ness, baby drinks milk envious, father thinks of in-variance, who guards the guards, so truly said fragmented, alcohol is for uninhabited, who don't have faceted, trust  nature be one to it, just sit, lit, wit, emit, in fit, you are universal script, free pages, yet in sprint, a vulture game in inflict, purposeless, you just drift, all nonsense in succinct, no tube fix like betwixt, a wild goose fly's in flinch !

let me fill a balloon with myself, with some nitrous oxide and helium, so this balloon bursts into laughter, as it goes high looks like a jasper, it makes sounds like a rattle cracker, when it reaches the land Madagascar, i'll jump off straight into the tigers, and tigers will eat me like candy cider!

Her hair is like the hornet's nest, in a good way I call her a bird, who's voice ignites the roaring skies, like spaces turning to snow intensified, spectrum of magic defined and defied, like a mathematician loving number disguised, of heights down to up to down electrified, it becomes of her who is of me synthesized, the pitch makes vibration that cuts the souls, like  tip of finger trying to cut itself as scrolls, where a Gene comes and makes wishes abodes, and down the dragon dwells in swiftness grooves, when she sings heaven evokes and angels revolts, lachrymose for not sadness but glimpses to divine, here she goes, and the vibration starts to interwove, and all becomes one single emptiness in cloaks of life !

There is the constant chatter going on in the skull, we all are one with it, its there even now, while you are reading these words, and it goes on chattering. But we also know that deep down somewhere, we have a silent self, an absolutely calm state of being. And sometimes, suddenly, we jump into that state of being. We want more of it, that orgasmic feeling, of reading a poem, a movie scene, making love, even a sudden accident. We all have felt the glimpses of what is defined to be divine. The emptiness, as to speak. So, thoughts are making us, who we are. We are because we think, on the other hand, thoughts are also keeping us away from the self, beyond the interpretation of thoughts and memories. Ahh ! The beautiful contradiction.  Let us, experiment with these absurd statements, not as a static state of self, but kinetic being. So when one thinks, there is the thinker, and the thought, then the interpreter of thought,  the logician against the thought, and im...

God to the universe, is universe to the god, pretending that this self is not it, ego appalud's, get aboard to the journey of journey's outlawed, discoverer looking at a paper cup burnt in absurd, so where is this momentum of the moments flawed, where-upon I am a frog quaking like duck hurrahed, efforts like anti-truth functions as what it is guffawed, alive, like flame without smoke of the conscious being, don't even whisper a word just be the universe acting, dancing like the candle flames making light clouding, naked, in deep being of that which is the self clothing ! social widget

is it the game of lost and found, called hide and seek both aground, wave processes breathing to beats, synchronized in the down-up repeats, pulses eternally playing along the life, bliss is a logical idea of being god wild, simultaneous sequences hereafter-in void, of limits where ego dies in eternity octroyed, an actor on the stage playing a play buoyed, universe playing , enchanted mind, destroyed!

strings, passed along the brains, moments making love to life's grains, ink dropped in the dripping snowflakes, prickly people defining life in daybreak, profanation as a mind in giggle porch, like a bubladubu baby resting in his couch, fisherman counts the net hole catching fish, like a bladder doing its work in its squish, moving from relatively flat surface to wisdom, through misdirection into efficient computers, competition along non-competing musicians, of torch light to fireflies in symbolism like lysins, this which is you, cant bite your teeth as buldgeons !

Time, is a concept, which is defined as a dimension that moves from past through present to future. I cannot see any meaning in these words, whilst it looks to be something that makes sense, it is nonsense, there is no past and present for us, we even have an absolute present, which moves in a speed that's unbelievably fast, the present is a sudden experience. So, Time, lets take it as an institution that makes it easy for us to define our experiences in the very best way, so time physically doesn't exist. Science says, that time is relative to space, so its finite, in an infinite dimension. Now this is physically well classified, but still idiotic, if that's the case then we are residing everywhere all at once, and our fate is enclosed, in an inverted comma. Whatever it is, time is a very important part of our life. We are time diluted animals. We as, humans distinctly have a clock inside, that captures the momentum of life, and this clock is disturbed at birth itsel...

ill bury myself in the space,  daylight roaring restless places,  ill take you with me inside,  and we hoover as we reside,  kissing your cheek bones,  loving you to the core moans,  of pain that slowly fades in inks,  raining poetry making me a sphinx,  the spaces cuts us bright as sky,  you'll fit into me just like rhymes,  this is a song, a love affair hymn !

words printed in papers then reprinted,  in blank surfaces born in space imprinted,  reincarnated in the lost land of this self,  who knows nothing that was once left,  puzzles of painted screen in wheels of reel, the same sleep for the same dream surreal,  it goes again with a big bang in the womb,  once of the existence as universe abloom,  of electron riding along proton and neutron,  bursting into home of the designs in alabastron, music dancing along notes playing of cosmotron  !

Don't let yourself be misinterpreted, you are not the candidate for humanity, you are human, a person, an individual, go along your way, don't vanish in ibble, your stand contains universe  you make, extraordinary attitude of teaching surfaces, of rules making way around to resurface, outside human skin wearing dress reagent, think of this mere blankness in all relapse, its an aversion to life in categorized traps !

Outline the memories with colors, the black and the white only lovers, life is the life coloring itself as the life, a photograph frozen in time with lies, breaking glasses of flowers to bribe, and  rain which showers of empty sky, dreams of life that you are alive to fly, rainbows in shadows are just shadows, yet rainbows are rainbows in shadows, light makes it seen of which is in the eyes, so life's life playing as life, black and white !

a gun pointed to the head. the bullet passed through, in-between you and you, somebody died got through, the bullet touched whom ? who died, who is in home, situations the gun in move, words, are bullets in groom, one shot, few dead, and you, go on child in fume of ruins, everyone have enough bullets, they buy a gun near caskets !

dont read my book he said, turned around as she stood, naked, wearing only underwear, some pages were to be burnt, he moved misguided and sunburnt, each step and a page was to be torn, he slowly fades leaving her lovelorn, she is still reading the book, tearing, fearing the book is slowly disappearing , she needs to know the story confronted, its the last page, last fire burning thread, now she is gone along him bridgehead !

wugi-jugi-bugi that's how it is, my mind, these are not voices, or emotions of a kind,  like clouds of which is water from the skies,  emptiness running wild into everything guise,  my mind is in my feet and it walks around,  my thoughts are my hands touching sounds,  like flowing lights in space making its grounds,  my eyes are trees floating just to be found,  they see everything that is round and around,  it is what it is, so who is that acting like a clown,  don't frown, come around, its all your crown,  my minds still wugi-jugi-bugi, dancing up-down !

Shall I ask,  not to turn on the light, let the night be  for a while, little more, to embrace this silent wave's of death, solid spaces, lucid dreaming, little more, let it float my soul towards the whole my being trembling with truth-less-truths, of cubes turning to squares  turning to life, let nothingness pierce a hole in a whole, let me be nowhere, now here for a while, this miraculous being of that which is me, fading magically into omnipresent of thee !

She is inside a tank full of sunflowers, and each flower can live 1 day more, all the flower's die in death's shower, she looks at the flowers in fading hours, dying, even drying into-out in pure drizzle, there's no sun that's here for life to swivel , its a plain straight slow steady death's face, but when a flower dies a small bud spaces, grows to be a sunflower sisal embrace, she is the last one in the tank encased, and the first one flying her arianespace !

how will I put this, butterfly, butterfly, which color do you like, this feels existentially high, no alcohol, no drugs, not even a pinch of blood, just high, just high, oh, so high, so high, just come look a-sight, universe's flirting kisses, cuddling space dances, rainbow ride, rainbow ride, this feels existentially high !

its of possibilities,  either my cell is making love to the cells side by,  or, the cells are just cellocides, like homicides,  assuming that my cell doesn't get even level of food,  then after certain period of time it gets zombified,  so it might be that the god so called god is devil,  and devil acting devil being a god in utter disguise,  makes sense if the matters are energies dignified,  and energies the matter floating by the other-side,  drama so magically platformed, beautifully harmonized !

Primordial explosion expanding universe, contracting nature flung into the space, inks painting life of that which is existence, patterns of love in curiosity forms life, so doers are all that is done in doing rush, of what  definition might be of the process, movements defined experience of which is, difference is mere creation of laughter place, thousands of stars forming billion light grains, without eyes there wont be any light in sight, why define of universe constantly flying kites !

Make no plans, un-calculated, not lost, with lest, peaceful rest, ego-less, complex, out-scaled, improvement makes its in-cases, thought is wild, unscheduled rest, trans not phony imitation guided, free, in heart, of soul, god's holds, so calculated still is un-calculated, trend merely grace felt divinity frost, myth made in effort to find of lost, genuine masked love thirst of lust!

Sky is as much up, as much down, falling is flying, and flying is falling love, of those who dive inside mind-thought, they don't fly nor fall, just hover forth, of tales told to man of god inside god's, inside Lucifer's tales to Crucifixion rod, of doctrines of puzzles inside false call, in place where mind governs false god, of Blavatsky's mountains tales and pond, of cranes moving on the untold awned, responds of touch that calls other frond, of mind mafia and metaphysical  drone, rare tigers who can fly up of this throne !

Mind is the centipede twisting in turns, of that which is here in sudden burns,  that makes it walking all at once, in once,  freedom is a image build in words crude,  its a centipede moving just like a thread,  one, then two and then infinity of eternity,  as the expanding universe inside the thought,  making all of that which counts as  thirsts, centipede searching for identity of a man,  of sex, sorrow and the pride holding the floors,  it moves of that which is a mind eating whole,  searching sung of this to that is the ultimate home !

When mountains decides to fly,  to the alien world of face thy face,  irrationality labelled truth schools,  turns down the difference ruled,  all of that which is being fooled,  of mind, sensation and being you,  its extremely simple like baby walks,  gravitation flirting the root of souls,  countable touch of space and kisses, and mountain walks up the mountains, searching for the home that is its home !

Joker, is my mind playing the fullness, its so non serious that it becomes serious, this institution as the mind speaks of, games of the wrong turn at right point, vague intensity of foil like laughter's, turn around the picture merged square box, he thinks its their but he is lost like nitrogen., far out wide the stand points are the stage, every you plays me, actors of the art-self, take off this mask of false identity merged , this devil fly's away becoming a zen Buddha, a joker in satori, annihilation of this to this-less !

We all have bubbles around us, Some small, some big, with colors, inside our bubble is our  own world, we do everything to make it work, sometimes our bubbles get smaller, so we bring in other bubbles close, so from two it becomes one bubble, making friends, singing songs, bubble love, every-time we mix it expands a little, worlds gets connected and wonderful, sometimes bigger bubble are lonely, its too big to touch our own roof, we see loved bubbles bursting poof, wonder where the homes flow off to, then our bubble is too big to come close, worlds get separated as countries do, then somewhere dreams lose its roots, our own bubbles suffocates its truth, beautiful bubbles now fight wars and crimes, of whose life its worth knows no-hopes, we forget bubbles are circles to groove, ride from a corner to the corner aloof, someone realizes there's no bubble roof, explains we all are happiness not gloom, yet, no-one listens to the madness fumes, the bubble gets...