Racism comes with a Grammar Police!
Hello Children of Light and The ones in Shadow,
Last night it took some time to finish up "ARACHNE-PHOBIA" .
I woke up on the couch with the sun licking my face....
It was really early.... Unfortunately, I was not able to get my sleep.
3-4 h of sleep. That is the norm for me most of the nights...
When you cannot stop unending thoughts...
what if's....how's.....why's
it kills your sleep.....
Even if you pass beyond questioning....
then your mind finds new things to dig in!!!
Very unnecessary things....
Hopefully, I am at the unnecessary things... stage....
I will tell you what comes next... if i can pass this stage....
Anyways, in the morning I have read the text once again to do check what I have wrote...
Many writing errors, terrible sentence forms blah... blah blah. blah...
I made corrections and updated the texts...
When you see the texts around 10;00 - 12;00 they are fresh out of the oven with all their imperfections.
Next day, I usually do the corrections...
To be honest I don't care about certain errors...
Some of them I do intentionally...
these are the "middle finger" I gave to the perception of Language!
Language is an alive entity!
It's not uniform...
Language is like the fresh cum of the morning erection.
It does not stay like it came to life....
First its white and hot
sometimes it gets transparent afterwards
sticks to first place it comes in contact
than it slowly dries
withers, cracks and speads around as dust.
Than it becomes invisible to the eye
you will need purple(color of wisdom) light to determine its presence..
You cannot bind it with shackles of your mediocrity,
with obligations named as "grammar"
Language lives it evolves...
You cannot protect it....
You cannot push it to put in a form.....
I did not claimed to be "old school" writer....
I am a "punk poet" not a classical novelist...
Check the lyrics of "Gimme
Danger" from Stooges to understand what I mean better:
"Gimme danger, little
stranger
Gimme danger, little stranger
And I'll feel your disease
There's nothing in my dreams
Just some ugly memories
Kiss me like the ocean breeze
Now, if you will be my lover
I will shiver and sing
But if you can't be my master
I will do anything
There's nothing left alive
But a pair of glassy eyes
Raise my feelings one more
time"
(Songwriters: Iggy Pop / James
Williamson)
(Gimme Danger lyrics © BMG Rights
Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC)
Some of the poems I wrote as the words come to me at that point of time...
its the flow of words...
I don't want to stop and change
them afterwards,
Its pure creation without the bias of the audience
"pure thought forms" -> check the post "hypothesis" about this!
Here is an example from
"EPOH"
In the end
Power lies
Within you
And now you
Will generate
Hope.
You will
Rewrite your
Future
Over the
Rubbles of the false futures.
People believed the
Creators
Of these false futures.
Once they, have called
Themselves as gods of time!
Now you have the
Greatest
Weapon of all times over them,
LOVE!!!
Love is the light
Over
False
Beliefs’
That
One had
Over
Their own
Deception.
Like it was
Being
Told
To
Write
This
False
Belief
Of’
Being
Real!
By
Forced
Verbing
Of
Emotional
Brutality!
Thanks
To
Stupid
Dionysus
The
Lord
Of
Wine.
Fucking
This
Many’
Words
Into
Your
Tight
Pussy.
If
I
Wanted
I
Would
Call
Your
Tight
Pussy
Michelle.
It
Means
Gift
!
A
Gift
For
Kings.
Kings
That
Are
Blue
Hearted
from
The
Son’s
Of
Irons.
You
Cannot
Have
Power
Over
Me.
I
Taught, you
To
Be
Humble
With
The
Lack
Of
Knowledge
We
Have
Over
This
Situation
Called
Love.
LOVE!!!
What
The
Fuck
Is
Love?
Have
You
Ever
Felt
Such
Fucked
Up
Thing?
If
You
Do
Please
Call
Me!
I
Guess
I had
But
I have
No
Clue.
Really
Shaky
With
Huge
Boners
Everyday,
All
Ending
With
........
I
Hope
That
I
Get
Brunette’s
Right,
Fuck
I
Really
Cannot
See
Without
Glasses.
Oh
We
Are
Fucked
!
We
Are
Free
Flying
!
I
Know
We
Are
Being
Shipped
To
Clams
Of
Seas
Or
High
Winds
That
Carry
The
Sands
From
My
Finger
Tips.
That
I
Made
Myself
To
Think
Of
Me
That
I
Am
1
One
100
hundred
and
77
Seventy
Seven
Feet
Away
From
You
In
My
Dreams
Something
Right
Something
True
It
Was
Real
Like
In
One
Dream
Ship
Comes
To
Your
Port
Like
It
Was
Something
Good
Something
Good
Like
Carnival
Came to
Town.
Can
You
Believe
That
Sexism.
If
You
Are
Man
Your
Chances
Are
Lower
!
You
Have
The
Lower
Hand.
You
Need
To
Work
Twice
As
Much.
!
A
Terrible
Starting point.
You need
To
Grow
Balls
Regardless.
I
Think
I
Grown
Too
Much
For
You!
It was
All
Along
You!
Yourself!
Such
A
Misery
For
One
To
know
That
In
The
End
You
Are
All
Alone
In
The
End
It
Was
Only
you.
It
Was
The
Simple
Rule
And
Power
Of
The
Life.
It
Is
A
Decision.
One
Day
I
Tried
To
End
That
Decision
Because
I
Thought
I
Was
Not
Getting
Enough.
Such
A
Tragedy
Of
Misconception
Of
False
Hope.
King H. Ironson
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