God

God of my fathers, God of my seeds,

Grant me Light.

Giver of All. Life. Guide. On High.

Give me Insight

Beacon to the depths of the Abyss

In Me.

God Greater than the Galls

and Gulfs,

God filling in the Gaps between

Heaven and Earth.

God Good

Governor God

of Virtue and Evil,

When shall I see?

One wishes togetherness with You All

You All Venerable Elohim on High.

All in one.

One in all.

Allinone!

My Fate is proclaimed in Freedom

From Beginning to End.

You win

Fight me for a word,

and lose me completely.

Throw your darts at the

Bull's eye of your argument

To miss me fully.

Incensed I feel, vapoured

and steamed, finite,

and still bound, still captive

in my room,

not willing to step out, yet

Again, cold winds for a hand;

Clouds and myst for a kiss;

The hand offered a hissing fist,

Ready for a finishing rant.

Thus I retreat and fall back

To a silent corner where

I might harden myself

And brandish my armour

and Coat of Arms

Clad in the purest Ice.

Muscovite Dogs

Strangely large and human looking

Are the mongrels and mutts wandering

Aimlessly down Gogolevski Boulevard.

For in their stride lies a pride

and defiance, as if suddenly a

Feline turned fiercely dog-like.

They smell ahead, ready for a kill.

For in their abandonment there is

the solace of lordship,

over their exquisite manes

over the mud and the frost

over the tracks fresh and long gone.

Revolutionary and bohemian

barks & licks & night watches;

Once friends, now patient observers

of Those Who Work Like Men.

Diabetic Rose

One white rose

(lies in a glass,)

Given as a mute

Token of meaning,

Words crystalised actions

Actions concrete feeling

(not glass lies).

From supreme

Insignificance

She sprang before my eyes.

From sweet blissful

Ignorance

She unfolded the narcotic

Scent of Life.

Standing alone passively

Day in, night out

I bloom and she withers;

She talks and I fall silent

As someone beholding a mirror.

Like myself, cut off from its roots;

Like myself, sucking desperately

Sugared water;

Like myself, maimed and crippled,

Blossoming bursting petals

In a slow drift into Existence.

Man of the future

The way ahead is spelled backwards
And in order to get to the end
I have at last reached my beginnings.

Name at least one way to tame
the upsurges of tiresome suns,
All of them in my control, though
the uncontrollable in me is the same.

Endless flow of answers fleeting fiercely
stuck in this still pond of the mind,
Cathedrals and skyscrapers in sight, towering high
Up where I am supposed to belong,
still so low, still a crow

croaking the never-ending cycle of life
which i observant go past and beyond
shedding my blood for marble and gold
till the process is complete and I am loaded

to the database of essence.