Pure Soul

On the left of the altar sit four nude mothers, breastfeeding their babies, three males and one female. On the right, the Pope sits alone He is clothed in black and wears a mask, one side representing the half-face of Karol Wojtyla and the other side, the half-face of Leonardo da Vinci. Before the standing figures, a congregant moves slowly and continuously across the altar from the right to the left carrying idols, crucifixes, umbrellas to shield from the  blood-rain lightning conductors, bull horns, dildos and dummies. Throughout the scenes they are heard from outside. The steady beats of drums, the bellowing of bulls, the howling of wolves, the hooting of owls, the hissing of snakes, the barking of dogs, the soft sweet moans of women being laid and perhaps, the snoring of men. Just as Luci enters in a solo procession, dark lights begin to shine dark with sounds of mystical, esoteric songs. Amid thick smoke-clouds of Indian hemp.

Tossing and Turning, a glaring eye stared from afar, keeping watch until i fell deep in the void of darkness with my consciousness, leaving my soul to wander. Tossing and turning, a glaring eye moved closer and closer to my door, looking deep and lingering its eyes on my body with passion and desire, causing my body to shiver and putting me in a trance. Tossing and Turning, a glaring eye hovered in the room like thick cloud, moving to and fro, causing turmoil in my body and filling the room with sweet savor of incense made with myrrh and burnt lilly flowers. Tossing and Turning, a glaring eye whispered in my ears, "deep deep it shows, deep deep it holds, deep deep it follows, deep deep it swallows". Blood rushing through my veins, heart beating with rhythm and blues, body floating in a river of sweat, bones cracking and popping, electric current flowing through my spine, unpleasant and unfamiliar voice echoing in my ears, for it sounded like storms and many wate

It was about time of the month where the son of God dined with the church. Wine and unleavened bread were abundant for the poor, disciples and prostitutes. He stretched his hands and sprinkled proverbs and parables on the feast to confuse the multitude. I saw it from afar and burst out with laughter. The crowd was amazed by his presence and enlightenment. So easily his words went overboard, so easily his words went beyond the knowledge of Peter and John. I saw it from afar and burst out with humor, for I was not among the multitudes dining with him, for I was not among the servants serving fish and unleavened bread. I was on the other side of the table, watching from afar. I was the thirteen member of a twelve seated table. I walked to and fro, serving the outlaws and outcasts. I knew eleven disciples on the table but for the twelfth member, I knew him not. He is the leader of the "Moab", dressed in a black gown with six pink and one black girdle around his waist. Each si

I looked deep in the mirror and saw an image. A dark figure, not my skin color nor my shadow. I saw chaos, an empty figure, darker than the void in the universe. I looked deeper and saw it clearly, a figure so chaotic, it sent a chill down my spine. Incomparable with any skin color on earth, and the void in the universe is no match to this figure. Darker than the heart of the "outcast", for there is no competition between the devil and this figure. This figure, blending his chaos and void in fire and clothing himself with despair. Dining with martyrs and suffering a cause and a cost he and only he brought to himself. Carrying a burden so big, the earth pities him and the heavens mourn him. Imprisoned in his own thoughts and bones, for there is no key hidden in the heavens, on earth or below the bosom of his mother that can save him. His feet are deep rooted in the ground, huge burden on his shoulders, chained with selfishness and misery yet his feet never leave marks o

I feel powerless, unable to control my feelings and mind. Some say it's OCD, others say it's more powerful than sleeping paralysis. My mind has reach a point of no return. Hard to control my pulses on unnecessary feelings. I look in the mirror and I see a blurry image. Dripping wet with anger and rage. I find no shade to rest upon, i find no shrink to squeeze my mind in a pinhole. My mind is out of control with no remote to control. I think i'm over smart or maybe i think i'm over dumb. Too blind to live in the reality. Living in a fantasy, the glass is so thick and shiny to the extent that i feel there is no amount of reality can break through this fantasy. I walk around the four corners of this fantasy world with a heart full of hymns and symphony but i see no reflection of me, only ladies and porn are my four sided reflection. I can't see myself. I take too much time off my life and dedicate to these reflections and all i get is a mere smile and a never