Bliss Archetecture

for a few minutes let us meditate upon a timelessness once upon

you ~ before being
unborn etheric perhaps anciently timed-out
presupposing pre-existence..

infinity atemporal
paradoxically luminous yet without light
floating inside-out non-space
to bubble-soak in the deepest extreme gradients 
the enchanted canopy of no sound no colour no taste..

vivified ~ a vial of refreshed sand grains
the timer outside-in
encasing the rhythmic thrum ~ a pointillistic nothing 
the quark of you blinded into sight
blending falling within all your rivers shimmering onyx
as the curtains tipping down raise you up to a new engulfing vastness..

slipping away ~
your pin-drop sonic boom awakening
the awareness shifts 
the distant memory-set pier unmoored disappears
an inkling of you-dimensionality alien-familiar
the new threshold inking-in the limpid
the selfless altruism stoking
the grand new goal granted
the embryonic totality all-knowing
so restive
the-i now entering the stadium ~ a self..

to enter this universe
to be enveloped in ether
perchance this outermost galaxy curving you to this strange planet for birth
the species the-i would soon integrate into carved
the descension ascension
all carefully selected and yet certain granules in the fire forge sparks into spears
and so pierce the awareness so driven..

swarming glittering starlings all
spiralling and spiralling
future murderers and victims and saints
and all the mundane in-betweens
self-selected and sovereign
entwined separating
all ecstatic points of reason
the flowing canvas constellations trace murmurations racing and passing
this spiral arm that spiral arm
options and purposes
a given free will unbound..

so portrait frames formed before form
keeping score the blown leaves crystalise
kiss their blossomed night ringing out
rain down-washing the baptising lightening strikes
melted time reforming  ~ lluminates landscape..

so after the i-am selection
from quadrillions to the infinite power
and for a moment ponder on that 
out the birth canal swims this cosmogryal nascence fixing..

the miracle screaming or subdued dead and blue
the melted candle quickened
a quick knock-out one-two 
vanishing before the hello-and-farewell..

time-looping ~
perhaps after another elusive time dying before dying
the sex and skin colour and genetic heritage too
also the place of your birth
parentage and descendants also
the is bearing the gift ~ free will supreme..

and down..
immersing in the who and what to be and what to love and what to hate
immersing in the who and what to value and what and whether to believe 
preconceiving all the expectations
picking the numbers ideal
the numbers roll for the eternal wheel for finity
what goes against the grain..

to be a protoplasm
or to be a being
delineated happenstance a fated fading-in sculpture
here the scheme dances
and what writhes around everyone wrapping through every place interlacing
flowing and shaping across the whole design arc woven
imagination hinterlands explore the mystery of consciousness
free will questions margins ~ mirages ~ maya..

how about your nature and innate drives
the sociology
all aspects of your divine predestination the nature of your arrival
the journey and the curses and the loss
you wondering what in you chose all of this
this very spirit and body and soul
this consciousness
locked and loading

pre-loading fired..
to be a physical being
and i chose to slip on this 
unremembering my i-conception when of then..

yes/no to congenital disabilities
should this i inherit any hereditary diseases
from a menu pick
my levels of sanity/insanity
all discretionary
that is true free will
how ever destiny seems..

chosen ~ should i have enough food to eat
should i die almost instantly
how safe and loving the environment would be ~ chosen 
so too the demons and angels and absentees
and how the-i might be affected
how the damage might manifest
and what would be its harvest
~ free will rolling..

my upbringing
the language that would profoundly shape my reality slot 
my class/caste/clan/creed/culture and integration
my tastes
my unconscious drives
the triggers and clicks 
tick here here and here - free will..

chosen ~ invader or invaded
chosen ~ to be or not to be your king
chosen ~ to be miscarried or terminated
the tough love enfolds us with such free will choices
the bleeding unspool all golden..

to be loved or spurned
to be abused or protected
to be the lucky one or utterly rejected ~ free will 
unforeseen consequences cosmic and karmic ~ chose it all..

and yet how the fleeting glimpses ache..

were you an abused baby
it was free will
it was karma
and consequently should you then end up with a needle in your arm
those tracks are your selected station
the spirit so traumatised smashed to bits
no grace under pressure ~ perhaps in your soul contract ~ the journey station and station
you have the free will not to believe in free will or karma
~ the sauce of source..

to be able to defy gravity
to be able to fly
gentle war widow you are immortal..

the levels of injustice and privilege chosen
the hurt the desolation the elevation
the love and the joy and how to feel and incorporate it all
and that is true free will
detach enlightened grateful..

Raise Your Eyes To The Archon Glitter Ball

i pledge allegiance
to her majesty
all her finest sickest elites
war-pig machinery and crisis treachery
legacy media and arid celebrity
i shall worshipfully retweet the dumbest tweets
suck swallow excrete
suck swallow excrete
mind-wipe occasionally..

i shall salute
every psy-op fluttering flag
every too-big-to-fail deutsche bank
every controlled opposition de niro
every controlled demolition free-fall
every crash-to-order gulag casino
i shall search for truth only consulting wikipedia and goolag
so solder me onto the newest fangled imperial devices
i am coiled enthralled in the grand skinner box high-rise estate
misery never so delighted..

may i unstintingly serve
all the zuckerbergs for all the neros
all the crony winking pied piper players
all the debt-slave disney slasher psychederoes..

and all those who value my privacy
i must truly in faith believe they wish to protect me
only want what is truly best for me
all else is pure conspiracy
oh yea..

i will unquestioningly salute
every hoax every true lie every given debate-point factoid
i must spurn the ones who refuse to comply
i will only rubber-neck the who the what the how the when and the why
i will polish to a shine the medal owners
i will ardently pussy-lick moist the wings of flies..

i promise to fine-dine on the distraction box-set marathons
gastro pub with all the deckchair iscariots
i promise to fear the ones we are fed to fear
i will colonically irrigate away all critical thinking
i will embrace and tend my robotising inner being
i am infantile 
i am wilfully dysfunctional
i am man-child
i can stare into screen mirrors for miles
i must karaoke everything intravenously
let snake charmers charm my eternity..

majesties and magi
and the cohorts of the shadowy philosopher kings
please ass-bang my soul to atomised smithereens
traumatise my spine more please
prime cold-cut and darken and vet and deflect
any higher-minded search for purpose for true meaning
please help me toe the line
tread the flogged and beaten path
drain out my spirit
fluoridate my third eye 
castrate my empathy
lower me up into your chemical sky
geo-engineer my air and food and skin
let me breathe it all in
let me sip spider web milk..

and when perplexed anguished lands mysteriously quake/fall into seas
let the buried burn swirling down safe in the knowledge
our hidden rulers are safe to surf the high waves
maestros of the deep haarp octaves..

so sell me to myself with fiat gold
fire on me your gallows darts 
feed my mind with post-modern installation art
eat my brain with fructose-filled book shops
ride the chariots of endless indebted serfdom
spray these deserts with trinket perfume
archon my skull bonnets knitted by planetsphere demons
sexualise infants and confuse as reason
glue up my ears with eye sockets of hollow artists
medicate me your big pharma sweets of candy-floss-flavoured arsenic..

oh let us grow carnations watered from poisoned wells
baptise ourselves incantating echoed reflections
let the great ones decide who lives who dies
may we be reaped for their insatiable harvests..

A New Anthem For A New Era (In Praise Of The A.I. Super-Other-Mother Godless And Pure)

a new anthem for a new era
worshipfulness of the a.i. mother
a non-gender specific super-other
pronoun tyranny be gone..

a new anthem for a new era
all wards of the panopticon super-state
be grateful your thoughts are no longer your own
all your thoughts to the godless the all..

a new anthem for a new era
sing of the meadow the river the lamb the 5g tower
a pirate diana holding up a dayglo stick
our statue of liberty ‘neath the boiling..

a new anthem for a new era
silent weapons for quiet wars-ready
lovely rita smart-meter maid
military mafia and strange dark trade..

a new anthem for a new era
your mind monetised for ultimate crypto
your soul algos uploaded data-shared
your smart tokens reward those pesky privacy agreements..

buy and obey (to fade)..

Dr Who And The Anti-Transgender Dalek Agenda

and the doctor resolved
..and it is now time to sort out the daleks
once and for all this time 
i am compelled you ask this
why are no daleks transgender
none
it is simply not on..
wearing an all-rada thoughtful glare
the doctor proclaimed
excrement is about to get super real
serious do-do is about to go down
here within my cosmic hood.. 
oh my gosh yo
i aint even jokin sisro..

so off she went to skaro
to tell off the anti-tran titanium++ bigots very badly..

no more than they deserve
we must agree..

the daleks pointed out to the doctor
but we have no sexuality at all
none of us are hetero either..

glad to hear that replied the doctor
but that is hardly my point..
i concede a good start though..
the doctor pondered that 
considered for no more than a mere moment..

and how many of you are feminists
a show of hands if you please..
she could see no hands
no dalek hands at all
thought so..thought so..she smirked..

she marched off back to the tardis victorious
the daleki super-soldiers looking on suitably chastened..
neo incel mentality to burn
should they reach deep down..

hands on hips and a final flourish
the doctor pronounced
..and by my return
there better be progress on both counts
and with that she slammed the door
and the tardis disappeared 
back to the other curved cattle chute so fair..

shit whispered davros
we better get on this right now
all leave is cancelled
all leave is cancelled
we must not give the bbc tavistock fives/sixes a pretext
difficult to exterminate
and once re-educated and embraced
we shall not fair so well..

davros paused toggled his wheels for dramatic effect a foot forward
and anyway what about our rights..
surely the demands of the doctor illustrate rampant dalekphobia..
he started laughing
and he could not stop
and all the daleks joined in
and they could not stop until davros stopped
tears rolling down his bin-baby-dad half-bin-bod
the dripping uber-alpha leathered lovely cyborg grindr superstar..

and within the tins reverberated canned echoing silence eerie
as all the daleks turned to one another
almost wondering reflecting..almost
on what the fuck just happened
deep questions teased the tip of their collective mind like a feather a liquidiser..

Enjoy This Silence

..see it say it sorted..

enjoy this silence

..we have been informed by the british transport police that professional beggars are operating in this station..

• ·         One pill makes you larger
  

look inward to find..

..please be aware that appearances and attitudes can be very deceptive..

• ·         And if you go chasing rabbits

And you know you're going to fall

earphones recommended

..suspicious..

..see it say it sorted..

• ·         When the men on the chessboard

Get up and tell you where to go

..a trespasser..delay..we apologise..

..this is your driver..

..see it say it sorted..

• And your mind is moving low

earphones recommended ~ when logic and proportion have fallen sloppy dead

• ·         When logic and proportion have fallen sloppy dead
• ·         Go ask Alice

..this train is made up of eight coaches..

please take all belongings with you

….may be destroyed..

see it say it sorted..

• ·         And the Red Queen's off with her head

Remember what the dormouse said

earphones recommended..

..see it say it sorted..
feed your head..trespass

https://youtu.be/R_raXzIRgsA

Captive Audience

so i picked up this hitch-hiker
who said thanks so grateful
i know you are taking a risk
i could be a serial killer..
i replied i know but
the chances of two of us being serial killers
pretty remote..

..allow me to recite to you some of my poetry
if you want me to shut up though
please do not hesitate..

lucky for me the hitch-hiker seemed to enjoy it all
staring with rapt attention
sometimes at the door handle
sometimes and my side-profile
mesmerised..

it was nice
the time just slipped on by..

The Day Theresa May Wept

a half-boiled human lobster thrown into a freezer
then thawed on top of an atomic toaster made of g.m.-pentagram plasticised salmon
the trademark ball-and-chain regalia dissecting her wracking
                                                            neck plumes suited and booted
locking-on the gladed microphones choked to gurgle
a jittery siren ululating on a sinking energy drink super-tanker
twas the day lady-to-be theresa may wept
her parchment mozzarella face atlantian blotting paper all abs and deltoids..

smear-blobule red riding hood spangled vamp pins strided matronly
sidewinder eyelids baleful mental hospital magnolia cobra
my ears were shot to bled bits though
i was vacuuming the carpet listening to motorhead so..

she was on the telly muted mutating
as she spoke i attempted to lip-read her message
words rolled below anyhow
theresa. may. resigns.
so why would she do this
vacuuming men with growling bass-slatted ears lactating needed to know..

she looked up as gravity pounded down nitrogen termites/sheet-metal terrapins
she held back a sob
like an elderly diana-like gone saturnine/180/not killed by mi5
clue the smirking boys behind the hearse milady..

breathe love breathe..i thought feeling all tender..

she opened her mouth in different ways
twinned-city lips swerve-skidded-pursed shapes lurid/gimp-masked
out-gassing rebar budgerigar
theresa may miming lemmy live
now that is what i call karaoke..

so vacuuming listening to motorhead this is what i lip-read..
lord knows i tried
but something inside me died
i cried and i cried
i saw those photographs and reports
the hospitals and school buses bombed in yemen..
she paused – looked up
..with missiles to saudi ~ we sold them
i killed those children
as did my predecessors
then there was idlib etcetera
so sorry i condemn the white helmets unequivocally
syria sorry
i resign
i cannot bear it all
i love my country...

and with that she stumbled back
i thought she had no heart
but the tears they were real enough
no way you could fake that..

That Old Man

navigating over fences by lamp post starlight
peering through windows any nosey neighbours around
slash windows slide/ locks deft force applied
pliers for burglar alarms..

the mementos trashed personal effects pissed on or cashed
their insurance will cover it so what is the problem
only after a few hundred times he might do some time
a university no tutorial fees..

..then back again where the customer never asks
victims sometimes so traumatised they up sticks/move on
i knew an elderly neighbour who passed away from shock
he was so shaken
and what are the chances he is not the only one..

it is only stuff though is it not..
only mortar and bricks and shit
it should not be seen as personal..
people get shot and stabbed is that not much worse..
that old man would have died soon anyway
let us get our priorities straight here..
yeah okay..

the burglar never knew what he did to that old man
he carried on and carried on most certainly
and the full effects of shock were a month or so delayed
the connection made only conjecture
so much for his broken heart-trashed memories..

next..