the epitome of gods and men alike

you shall be cast down. before even dreams were dreamt of there existed misery. epitome of gods and men alike. tormented as they struggled amidst chaos, twisted beings did mesh as one not yet beyond the veil to be as waxen idols...
crafted with the blackest hand of matter birthed was the unseeing eye divinity renamed...
silence the unhearer. burden thy path not more. shade the beacon light. keep hidden from ones whom seek not paths of worth. drink the soma. vision the white lotus seated upon the thousandth petal crucified to the days of three. emerge, open thy eye. view the innate and dream the dream. behold the nirvanic temple...

o sibilar da serpente de fogo

menosprezo a política fora do contexto nobre do significado original do termo, pois é destituída de sentido antropológico. qualquer questão ou conflito político desde a aurora da civilização foi sempre motivado por factores económicos, mas actualmente essas questões violam o ethos humano a um nível execrável. creio que cito Rahner "o que há de mais fundamental na existência humana tem que ser um acto de liberdade".

e depois do mundo grego a polaridade conceptual foi sempre invertida, em vez de partir-se da oikos para a polis, submete-se a oikos à polis - o homem é cativo dos pares, de tirania disfarçada de interesse global.

haunted by Titania

my faerie tales remain unburied where you murdered them

the glimpse of the faerie radiance, seducing me to follow her
into the dreamland,
it’s a bliss from the great king oberon
who laughs from the chimeras
of my reality

i gladly follow the jolly faerie
to the absinthic green fields of dreams where, marvelled,
i see her dancing
in a ring of magic

her smiling shrug is breathtaking
divine invitation
to luxurious voyages
through her mesmerizing body

titania has left
her laughter echoes in my dreams

…as the enchantment breaks
i sadly, like orpheus,
see her fading away…
remains the eternal memory of her first kiss

…of her last kiss