As I look in union of singularity in a world of complexe opposition and harmony.
A splinter in the heart of dream and tearing in the blood cells.
I slaughtered the necks of hopes, bleeding the burning from pains.
A mirror of dry salt-tears reflects the fracture.
And the self has nothing left but the desire to vanish the whole structure.
After long waiting and the stalling of suicide attempts
From exhaustion I feel no enough essence for two lives.
The first, in exile.
The second in the middle between a kiss of the eye
The eye that does not weep, it only stares.
Gazing to reveal contemplations about the soul’s hidden monuments,
Peering over thresholds to inspect the secrets of the universe.
I pluck out the snail of my ear; I try to listen to the echo of the hoarse voice,
Fixing my gaze on the bridge’s edge,
where the wave casts obscene images:
Of tortured bodies and heads cut off before inspiration could visit them.
Because God refused to touch them,
Yet the devil from the pit touched them.
A train without a ticket to take me where there is no memory,
No memory except that I come from afar,
And that the heart is the single meaning of iron.
Life Is Not Life
Never. Life is only a perception, a detection. Experience
Life is so sensitive. Sometimes. Live the situations. Hard
But not always, if you can change your mind. A lot of kind
Yes, life is a way—our life. To find a better kind of our kind
Hmm. Then that is not only life. That’s what's wanted in life
Watching and feeling the life, we are just the sensors of life
But, this is good. We can exist, lives. Live life. Live the lives
Ours. From up. From Up. But why? This secret way. To up
This is our job. To do and live this human life. Then will up
Life is not life
I mean, not just life
Not just this
Not just human life
But I don’t know what over the life
I mean, what exactly is over the standard human life
I know what covers life, and who is the ruler of life
But what control over our lives?
I know. There are two sections.
One of them is mine. Demon
So, I mean
Your life
Never be
Your life
Your life
Not yours
Life is not life
Never been to jail,
But my thoughts come,
Tattered and confined,
Like the two cellular bars—
That confine me.
Where there once was room for two
Now stands a solitary mast,
On an empty prairie
Whose sole conversation is—
Whispers to the wind
Where we used to laugh,
Now only silence's tyranny rules—
And dead signals from you.
The nights now fold like collars
And I button the silence over my throat
Tightly, chocking...
Enervating.
Storms are normal, they say.
But this came like the devil’s wind—
Stripped the roof, left me clutching splinters.
When I needed your anchor,
I found only static.
Like the noise before the storm
Now these distances are cold—
To the touch,
And without coverage.
Now I teeter,
Rust consuming my base,
Like a diseased splinter.
Should I rush the edge?
And take flight
Or harness my emptiness
On the masts high?
Or medicate to cure—
This disease?
Confined, drink won’t satiate
And hope is a sardonic—
Voice
Should I shout?
So you hear my cry
Or should I stay this way?
Let the signal die
Or stay,
And fight—
The demon in my ceiling?
Or pull the cord…?
An ominous water tower
Stands tall in Starin Park
Barricaded by a spiked fence
Iron clads the stained-glass windows
A steel door bolted shut
What secrets lie within its walls?
On the night of a blood moon
Witches shrouded in crimson robes
Conducted a satanic ritual
To call forth a demon from hell.
The ceremony was a success, but at a cost.
Hellborn claws slew the High Witch.
The remaining members stood firm.
Combined their strength to subdue the creature.
Calling forth the spirits of nature,
The witches configured a tower
To confine the bloodthirsty beast
So none shall meet an unfortunate end.
They say on a full moon night,
You can hear otherworldly growls
Echoing throughout the tower
Rattling the bravest of souls
Who'd dare to venture forth
To the Witches Tower.
Agression
Where come from? From the mind? From the soul?
Is it genetic? No. It’s not that. Then? From second
Second? Yes. The second person. That’s not an ego
The second you. Sure. Lives with you. Drive. Demon
But not all aggressive
I have one. Friendly
He wrote this poem
Please, take difference
He
Asks
A Demon Needed Your Life
Hmm. Suffered life. From your memory. It’s a memoir
Yes, the past times passed worlds, but living in a style
Hmm. Living. Unknown home. Alone. No love, Big Issue
Never, hmm. This is a new sphere, soul space, no news
There is an empty life. Full of death. Died so many times
Times. Hmm. Only one time. Hmm. Pain. I buried your love
My hope and dream is just an image. Can you imagine?
Smoke. Fire. Dead bodies. Hmm. Our children have died
I love you. Still. Always. Diamond your life.
Wished. Hoped.
To me. For me
Hmm
A demon needed your life
I surpassed father
though the path was treacherous
and filled with mirrors
You just get rid of one demon, when another pops up to take their place
All you want to do is move on, but the little blighters are still on your case
Perseverance and patience needed here to get through this with grace
To make this particular nasty rotten demon disappear without any trace
I could have done without all that hassle; when I have other things to do
It’s a good job I’ve plenty of spare time when dealing with the likes of you
I’m following the general protocol of how to throw this demon in the trash
Because don’t you just love giving all those darn irritating demons a bash
Then hopefully it is onwards and upwards with all the lessons now learnt
As I collect a well-deserved diploma on how in the future not to get burnt
O' yeah . . .
Then hopefully it is onwards and upwards with all the lessons now learnt
As I collect a well-deserved diploma on how in the future not to get burnt
A warning to possession.
To the demons chancing claim of skin: I dare you to take this body, and dare you to take this mind.
Better yet, I beg of you, to claim each for a ride.
Would you like to suffer reason?
Suffer sound of self each second?
Or rather suffer thoughtless sense,
Even you could not have reckoned?
I bare your sense to be.
Aware to some degree.
While others often fail to see,
There's more to their own glee.
Which host would you endure?
A former or a latter?
If not of thought you would prefer,
Ignore me and my matter.
Perpetual moments
the key
to existence
Memory
your biggest
foe
Blocking
the path
to future promise
Lapsing
forgetfulness
grows
Time an illusion
a crutch
for the weak
To hobble
and stumble
in constant retreat
This instant
recurring
when chosen at will
Where Poets
and Prophets
— forever instill
(Villanova University: July, 2025)
This is a demon
A demon. Only. Still. But the hell. Simple
This life is Satan. And disappointed. Disturbed
Needed love. Destruction. Killed. Still loves her
Age, years. All. Weight. Pressure. Outcast.
A demon. Loved. From heart. Loved from the heart
Only. Sorry. A demon. Needed love. From heart
Don’t love. Nobody. The shadow. This is a hell
Keep out. My hell. The love. Feel you. Just loved
Green Saman. Saman. Hmm. A demon? Satan?
Got the Power. Life go. Gone. Goes. Feeling. Heart
Simple life. Bloody. This life. Hungry. For life. Love
Oh, suffering. Sad. Seeing the world. Beating dead
Hells. All these desires. Lives. Evils. These wills. Rock
Players. Stone the stones—Rock’s life. Rocks lives
This is a follower. Oh, just fantasy! Deleted this life
I love. The hellish life. Respected tradition. The
Because, comes from. Life. Nature. This comes from
From. Always lives. Want to go back. To my from
Destroyed. Sky. Silver purity. My life. See. Monochrome
You must get. Or drop. Drop. A life. Waiting. Meeting. Star
Let me
Please
Please
This this
A dream
A living
Just
Living
Dream
I’m still searching the clouds trying to find my head
The one that’s damaged, the one that’s dead
I lost it all on one special day
“Can’t you see that I’m hurting?” I tried to say
But you never did listen
As you watched my eyes glisten
With tears that will be shed In my special place
So I’ll play your role, wipe them from my face
By myself I will fight these growing urges
Until the demon inside of me re-emerges
I hear him through the speakers.
He wanders in my mind.
What have I done?
I have one broken chance left.
God, help me
Because I can’t see myself anymore.
A subtle whisper,
But not a zephyr.
Crackle, crackle.
“She is watching you.”
“You know she is using you.”
“Strike back.”
He decodes my reality.
The channels crack with vibrant energy.
“Nobody can hear us.”
What do you want from me?
“Just listen.”
God, help me.
He’s figured me out.
Be quiet. He’ll hear you. Don’t shout.
“He’s tuned you out, you see.”
God’ll hear me.
“But I’m here, so don’t worry.”
“Besides, I’m just burning with glee.”
But I signed a contract or two.
You did too, didn’t you?
That’s not the only thing you’re burning.
“What can I say?”
“Just get your hands a little dirty.”
“It’ll be oh so fun!”
Eternal Demon Era
Humanity has failed. Man became a wolf to man
Where are the saints? Where? The hope is silent
His words live. Denied teachings. People like gold
People like ephemeral and perishable life and values
And this is the end. Humanity pleases itself. Discord
Complete split in existence. Look around. Grey lives
Human spiritual science has trampled on God’s laws
Evil science. For possessing mental power over humanity
This is organized crime
Psychological terrorism
End of it.
Angels said.
Here is the new age
Driven by demons
Powered by Satan
New age
High-tech life
Flourishing…
…World
…And soul worlds
Eternal
Demon
Era
the town of Jingbut
had a ding
that chimed and chimed
did ring and ring
and a mystery
was this loudly thing
for over air
and garden came
straight through house
each room the same
for where you were
it did not wane
an all around
an everywhere
incessant ringing
to the ear
an omnipresent
far and near
it was a witch
as told by some
whose voice aloud
when she was hung
a curse to all
she deathfully sung
others tell
of murdering
or ghost or phantom
or of goblin
a demon’s
episodic rambling
then just as quick
as it had started
it wasn’t there
as strange it ended
gone, gone
but for how long
no-one knew
why it had been
but oft it rang
this haunting ring
that held the town
the Jingbut ding
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