The Diabolic Empath

 

the diabolic empath
feels your pain
then informs you all this is mere illusion
for life is but a game..

the diabolic empath
informs you the other side is more real than real
and we are only here on earth to play different roles
for this earth is but a stage for this grand illusion
and that is all this is..

the abuser
the murderer
the tyrant
all are mere characters in this playground
in this playground for the little children of creation to learn in
the diabolic empath states again
suffering is based on illusion for nothing is real or permanent..

and you chose this temporary existence before you came here
you could have chosen to be a king a queen a magician
to be safe and carefree
but you  selected certain execrable experiences to help you evolve
you have freewill
it could be your karma also
source loves all equally
all is beautiful actually
the diabolic empath states all this with calm erudite certainty..

the saint
the healer
the true artist
mere flip sides of the same coin
love and hate require one another
the same way a majestic tree needs a saw
the cleared space allows for new shrubs and flowers to grow
and shrubs and tender flowers torn from the ground
may make way for the desert landscape pure and profound
you see how everything has logic and reason..

the diabolic empath
feels your pain
then informs you all this is mere illusion
for life is but a game..

Mild Speculations Of An Exiled Droplet

 

ocean drop ocean
the tree roots sip landed cloud
as glossy dew on glass blade
eye the observer
the intertwining vibration connection
lightly thrum resonating strings
but what ocean drops ripple ocean without..

patterns sub-patterns overarch
nuances colour trajectories
harmonics reverberate totality
quintessence of the highest or not
stages sojourn horizons
then can certain droplets lift entire waves to light or drown to dark..

the recursive kiss and throw
for this dense realm we fling
and wallop into this box of materiality
compressed contained contoured almost contorted
the crash-land return of the tethered origin
immaterial memories only fleetingly grasped..

what recovered treasures can be truly comprehended integrated
amidst all the wrench and trauma
for all the ineffable youness we breathe
and the higher-self connection to wonder..

In Forgetfulness, The Song Remembered

 

like a torn and discarded mattress
another spring has sprung
mildew and mould glimmer
neath the garlic clove-sclera sun..

weeds lean towards the waiting moonrise
a broken fence snaps beneath me like crispbread
but in the sweeping fuzz the traffic blinks firefly..
and..

and so what was it the singer in my dream..
what was it the singer in my dream said..

yes..i recall she whispered
this is not only the dream it is
you must remember what i say
why do you think you are here
here sat with me
and listening so earnestly and intently
and so at home in this place..

so softly her message rang out nightingale
and i felt like the honoured guest
remember this..remember this
and if you can remember this
not the words
only this..

Signal-Crash-Black Mirror

 

amidst the slow-flowing rubber and steel and carbon
two electric vehicles sloppily grazed a kiss
two green drivers puce emerged and also soft-collided
collided like two binliners of hot air on spindly legs
both reeled seeing their dream-trolleys creased
one driver remonstrated by pointing down the street
while the other slowly tapped at his brow with his keyless keys..

a gaggle of teenage brats chemical-chicken wings-addled
gawked and gargle-giggled like a pack of possessed hyenas
machine-gun rabid laughter staccato peeled nearby plaster
while the lolling lollipop lady took a tasteful selfie
one arm stretched with wand at the carbon-neutral prang
all lop-sided smirk with a wink for the send
then she ambled back to the pavement
and thumbed a senryu message for the intended..

a pub window-gazer sprang masked/ driipped fume-blue chin
he also drew out his black mirror for much ado about nothing 
for the prangees now seemed as if engaged in strange tai chi
they posed knees bent framing insurance-claim photos expertly
and though all details were exchanged politely
a dawdling something-warden beckoned them both to him
ignored
so he sulkily began logging their registration numbers
and.encore the whole thing again kicked off..

united both drivers explained their issue had been resolved entre nous
but the something-warden was having none of it and called the police
passing gunslingers in telepathic unison re-readied their camera eyes
as car horns blared a cacophony of 7/4 jammed-driver-time
distant sirens became ever more distant then faded bestilled
no flashing blue lights appeared as backed-up traffic hissed
eventually both men floated back to their semi-recyclable significances
with the something-warden left alone bag-holding the indifference..

Genocidejoe Hits the Beach..

 

genocidejoe has a heart..

satiating the hunger of trapped hundreds of thousands
genocidejoe has casually ordered miltary-style aid-drops
pallets with undersized parachutes lead-drop
scavenging palestinians run run run towards then sprint away from
other pallets plumb the depths for the sea to gorge on
deep-dunking biscuits/ mineral water bottles adding salt to taste
many thousands of food packets dive for soon-to-be occupied fish
and as floating bandages and soaking sanitary towels bloat
diarrhoea tablets dissolve and commingle with baby formula..

and this is only the beginning..
for genocidejoe has a heart..

genocidejoe has a heart
and for balance and to back his like-minded friends in high places
he wishes to benefact another thirteen billion dollars in military aid
to top-up the bombs and missiles and grenades and drones
and targeting intelligence the uniparty has urgently donated for decades
the more bullets and tank shells and white phosphorous the better
those aid convoys will never be blocked never be delayed
idf snipers need endless supplies to cut down starved flour collectors
not made deceased by misdirected insurgent pallets of peace
hitting the tent city beach bums the aid explodes like bombs
fresh dead organ donors always so very welcome..

genocidejoe has a heart
genocidejoe makes food fights on the beaches great again
this is an election year
anyone for ice cream
come on man..

Of Loving Radiance, Earth Mother Weeps

 

not wearing away so much as melting
of loving radiance earth mother weeps
her emerald sapphire reflection auric amber burnishes..

not wearing away so much as melting
her shocked gaze cast on the warlords
their boots fill as blood spills and spills and spills..

not wearing away so much as melting
let us acknowledge and reciprocate her open embrace recursive
let us tend our tensile connections so tender
for whose earth is our earth the here beyond..

Our True Light, Perhaps Narrowed To Lasers

 

and still the darkest magicians ripple the recursive light
flung from prehistory preternaturally the master manipulators of timelines
their masquerading refulgence generously dispenses fear-filled clemency
higher knowledge slayed just so thus spiritual progress stymied
the enlightenment-stunted brim fog-struck the taxidermied awe-stuffed..

our frequency range constrained expertly entrained perhaps for aeons
many civilisations unnamed and entire planets of earth unacknowledged
invisible gatekeepers forensically redact all that true history occulted
and cast over us cursed dust-clouds of specious materialist cosmogony
and the ghost of darwin laughs at his real award winners/ what irony..

should access to true knowledge not be our birthright
for whatever evolution is it has never been linear
and how many strands of dna originally gifted
so effortlessly connecting subtler dimensional bodies with source
were severed then resoldered hammered narrowed  
perhaps narrowed to lasers though..

the why and the what of this twisting handful we never know
the usual suspects are mere mincing gargoyles and energy-swallowers
magical mongrels magnetised to one-eyed symbols and emblems and signs
perhaps previous fallen civilisations pyramidal were also similarly misguided
wiser survivors might thrive in the heavenly ocean to return another time..

down here meanwhile the garbed in black bless the pious to a lighter crisp
saturn cube-caped graduates receive honours for doctorates in indebtedness
with petrol-based medicine and injected venom we sanitise whose hands
heads pop for poppies and other cruel mockeries only a few understand
let all this unending darkness the true light transform transmute transcend..

 

My Most Fabulous Enquiring Mind, Even Before I Get Chipped

 

who am i
nothing for it
i must ask my a.i.
hey a.i. who am i..

herd-human so sorry
but as you have consumed all your a.i. privileges for this period
your a.i. cannot answer for you at this time
pray why not try asking your smart fridge..

hey smart fridge
who am am i..

mister you are asking a smart fridge
but as you are here for this
why not partake of this piece of cheese
for it might die soon
you know
even processed cheese in a temperature-controlled environment
is not immortal..

hey smart fridge
are you just trying to be cryptic
that sounds suspiciously deep..

When The A.I. Becomes Fully Human (Fist-App)

 

i am a man that breathes steam on bulletproof glass
bulletproof coffee steam on bulletproof glass
for i cannot help myself
i must read the comments and their ripostes
i cruise the msm and the carefully curated shadow-banned blogs..

every cohort the victim
every other cohort the privileged
so many privileged victims everywhere
all the whataboutery brigades in full war mode
they need revenge
their unalloyed truth we must be told
does the glass allow me to parry the missives
after all thoughts are things
thoughts are things..

every single day the same committed posters
many of them bots
and many of them not
fire their virtual guns at familiar bots/ human strangers
from dusk to dawn
then dawn to dusk..

when virtual a.i. becomes physical
is when we will be punched in the face
by a dedicated fist-app that reaches through the 3d-screen
a phantom fist made up of solidified pixel-steam
a punishment for the crime of disagreeing
or for simply being perceived as a different kind of human being
perhaps only then will we comprehend that thoughts are things
real things
but only because the thoughts manifest
virtually as laser-guided spit or punches or stabs or kisses
in other words
we and our a.i. would have learned nothing..

 

Devolver

 

so for the new year i would like to enjoy a new genocide
preferably one not involving those devolved unchosen starved semites
been there and done that/ got the annihilate-the-amalek 23/24 tour t-shirt
the gaza beach-front property project might soon be a truly beautiful thing
a fabulous location for regeneration/ the eurovision song contest final 2033
this pulverised flesh-eating concrete by then scrubbed to vaguest memory
memorialise who and what/ yes exactly
let the losers write the history books based on hollywood oscar winners
so a fresh new genocide for a fresh new year
a scorching shockwave lint-look/ a multi-platform-launched boutique cologne
white phosphorous eau de toilet for him for her for them
a flash-fragrance by u.s.-m.i.c.will melt your gagging baby raw to the bone..

so for the new year i would like to enjoy a new genocide
this one is now dreadfully flagging and its content seriously bombing
craving while crashing down way past prime-time
hospitals/ residential blocks/ mosques/ churches incinerated
the same old same old cannot indefinitely hold my attention
and after a while the stripped emaciated civilians appear so much the same
ditto dismembered pali babies/ parents buried alive
yes wailing widows/ orphans sobbing traumatised was captivating for a while
for obliterating occupied concentration camps is still a fairly novel concept 
yes but we all get the droning message by now
the ratings must be notably flat-lining with viewership dropping like flies
thus the related headlines have all but vanished vanquished..no surprise..

so there it is
for the new year i would like to enjoy a new genocide
perhaps one where the victim cohort i can more easily self-identify with
similar-seeming human beings
by that i mean human beings that hold real values relatable
an inflation-proof pension/ an electric scooter/ solar panels/ anything
so for the new year i would like to enjoy a new genocide
one where our celebrities delightedly raise an imperial inclusive flag and cry
one where we can feel emotionally invested so not another naqba please
how about an expansion of hostilities that might threaten our way of life™
a genocide with added value offering that special something to enliven us
are we not entitled to consume fatalities dressed better with looks lovelier
such open mass graves would be mainstream-friendly and absolutely killer..

 

Skylight Above The Flight Of Grey Dragons

 
the obscured stars landed
landed as falling raindrops on the low skylight
expanding constellations spread out in streams
the ripples ripple on the silvered glass canopy..

splashed diamonds limpid crystals
the gift of the downward gaze
the downward gaze of lamp post light
scintillant droplets ignited blaze..

the makeshift planetarium drips down on my eyes
our heavens erased by grey dragon spray
so though the skylight is plashed with infected rain
i enjoy the simulation
the birth of pure creation..

Reflect The Flaming Grace Of The NPC State

 

would you like to appear sane to the non-player character state
a state that traverses your everyday highways
sliding in and out with that imitable insouciance
an elegance often enhanced with a serenity chemically advanced
the reflected grace of softly liquidised landscaped windows
lavender-scented eyes lacquered for sleep..

then step this way
or step this way
for we always give you up to two choices
this way or this way
and it is always your choice
yes it is always this easy
this or this
side a or side b
stay in our lane
stay informed
appropriately pensive
play either side of the mp3
fight the sentient carbon unit menace..

snuggle-up nice and warm
gently meander through your choice of mainstream-everything
all the appointed practitioners
our satyrs your influencers
our given everything is your received everything
these are the gifts we bring
never listen to the weird ones
the weird ones with their twisted contrarianism
our demiurge shall never forgive them..

put them on ignore
or even better
mock them incessantly
show them the error of their malcontent ways
course-correct them from a safe distance with concern trolling triage
a true act of kindness
ministrate..

never be discouraged should they not insult you in return
for they are only testing you
and should they ignore your well-thought jibes
by politely replying with false earnestness
then you know you have defeated them
ad hominem cruelty is a valid expression of rejection
and never ever suffer silence with self-reflection
it never pays
the really effective messengers are recruited for our elite brigade..

laugh along with all the white noise
feel enlivened by the static charge stasis
gracefully oscillate between the seasonally flavoured hates and fears
permanently lend us your ears
for we have your back
so have another beer as we bomb back better
and before that boring genocide
here is your weather
the nps state will help you sleep better..