Tuesday, 31 May 2011
Hermetic visions in digital waste
Animalistic management in science,
biochemical robots lost in desire
the cold experiments of determination
with an eternal cellular structure,
beyond the mind the blue circles
scream to the dreaming squares
in a true conscious matter of facts.
(don’t be led by gravity)
The heart knows the highway.
biochemical robots lost in desire
the cold experiments of determination
with an eternal cellular structure,
beyond the mind the blue circles
scream to the dreaming squares
in a true conscious matter of facts.
(don’t be led by gravity)
The heart knows the highway.
Thursday, 5 May 2011
Post-modern Flight
Black bird underneath the chairs
the table hangs beside the waterside
erecting the line on top of the page
the pigs are jammed between
the plastic teeth of the big wheel
the existential deed is rubbing against the red wall
nowhere to go
a conclusion of the rusty spectacle
the exploded image is drifting cheerful
on the higher mountains
her hands are moving towards the key
she’s tuning in on the drunken songs
and is transforming into the infinite witness
of the silent whispers
deep inside the malicious dreams
of the seducing world conqueror
experimental disorientation
on the seventh step of the pain
the actual connection became a sentence
it’s running wild
in the devastating waves of the ocean
the closed doors collapsing into darkness
the eternal growth is vaporizing in his hungry fists
the soft rhythm of the solid ground
is drawing back in terror
the bloodbath is swallowing the edges
of the still waters of the Garden.
the table hangs beside the waterside
erecting the line on top of the page
the pigs are jammed between
the plastic teeth of the big wheel
the existential deed is rubbing against the red wall
nowhere to go
a conclusion of the rusty spectacle
the exploded image is drifting cheerful
on the higher mountains
her hands are moving towards the key
she’s tuning in on the drunken songs
and is transforming into the infinite witness
of the silent whispers
deep inside the malicious dreams
of the seducing world conqueror
experimental disorientation
on the seventh step of the pain
the actual connection became a sentence
it’s running wild
in the devastating waves of the ocean
the closed doors collapsing into darkness
the eternal growth is vaporizing in his hungry fists
the soft rhythm of the solid ground
is drawing back in terror
the bloodbath is swallowing the edges
of the still waters of the Garden.
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lifting the veil
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