A metric analysis of impossible rhymes…

Life’s like a lobotomised impression inside a golden skull; too cheap to bury, too expensive to keep. A Stradivari of motionless complexities, all sailing south, monstrosities, as forbidden banners of condemned rebellions… Tied to the mast of someone else’s travels, on sleepless waves of no more dreams to catch, blinded lighthouses towering over shipwrecked carcasses … Continue reading A metric analysis of impossible rhymes…

To my autistic diary…

When its motion stopped, I realised that my circle of life became an insignificant spot, desperate, frightened, alone, like a tired fire juggler abandoned by an audience too dull to notice the beauty of the single detail constructing their illusion… “How odd” he said, “In vitro, every now and then becomes a schism embedded deep … Continue reading To my autistic diary…

Agnosis…

It’s not important to remember days, and wonder why has our time become so slow; it doesn’t matter anymore if there’s no thunder, after the rain, before the bow… It matters not why in our backyard’s desert, there are no camels and the Bedouins have left; what truly matters is a sense of water, illusion … Continue reading Agnosis…

Defiant hopelessness…

Nobody’s making attempts anymore to stir a peace of roses. Individual daffodils and bunches of sage challenge shields of rage hidden under profaned altars of compromised innocence; piled mountains of drowned chariots awaiting another exodus to chase… I nearly fell for you Delilah, but I am blind you see, incapable of discerning between a hairdresser … Continue reading Defiant hopelessness…

Ribbons, blue…

So many times, the roads to downtown nowhere collide at each and every corner, with blue, ribbon-like rivers of solitude; statements of facts about state of the art, lost or found pieces of a hard won peace of mindless thought lives.   Ta-ra-ra-bum-tara, ta-ra-ra bum-tara…   Marching bands of nonsense, we are. Each and every … Continue reading Ribbons, blue…

​Space invaders? Metal ball containing bio matter could be alien ‘seed,’ say British scientists

Should we be concerned? http://rt.com/uk/233507-metal-ball-alien-seed/ Mysterious metal ball. Credit: University of Buckingham «A newly discovered microscopic ball could have been sent to earth by an alien civilization in an attempt to start new life, a British scientist has claimed. The mysterious metal sphere has been photographed spewing out a biological substance, which scientists believe could … Continue reading ​Space invaders? Metal ball containing bio matter could be alien ‘seed,’ say British scientists

Flower, alone…

No one came to my funeral. They came to say goodbye, to mourn, to cry... Dressed in black like crows awaiting patiently until the first worms shall make their way from underneath my skin. Yes, they came, but not to my funeral. There was I, alone, dressed in black like a monstrous raven, nested uncomfortably … Continue reading Flower, alone…

1st of April the 4th, 1984… -on defiant hopelessness-

"To hang on from day to day and from week to week, spinning out a present that had no future..." G. Orwell No one knows where, or when it starts, as no instance can be recollected neither of space nor time, of that flash moment of realising truth, the truth... At first it's like a … Continue reading 1st of April the 4th, 1984… -on defiant hopelessness-