Bojan71
Jedi
1
MYSTICISM OF CATHARSIS
THE SCENT OF REALITY
There is a skeleton
chained in hard soil
as a monument of the grave
bitter humidity of decay
nipping as pliers.
Reality smells
wrapped in mahagony
of the grave...
On the moans of rejected torments
by death itself
which cruelly reaps,
there falls the slavery of freed
who have left themselves for tommorow.
They say that reality smells on dry blood, sky feels on the cold of the gods, land on the ancestral dust and water on nothingness...
Unreality is the mistique and disembodiment is freedom from the pungent odors of decay...
... that has no eyes
to see themselves
in the mucus of decomposition.
2
FIRST SNOW
The proximity,
just arived light,
plays on the ground
slanting gilt falls,
on the empty muddy step
and clanks to the chains of cold...
On the cracked fatal rocks
began the first snow,
it falls like forgotten odor,
like weight of whiteness
The frozen sham tittups
on naked branches,
the night boat swings
in the vapor of smoke
that turns into a misty trap.
Droughty frost in mirk
shivers in the brush of the painter
the toll of face is heavy
from the noon of excessive ember.
Thoughts that perceive an event, verify reality for a moment. If there is no observer, suspended creation would be suspended as a stopped hologram of surreal dream...
... as well as in a snowflake
which is wowen to be seen
as it falls,
in its own beauty
to the uknown...
3
CREAK
Waves black from misery
body as a black ship
on high seas.
Sun dressed in goat skin
with plume made of jade.
The whisper bited out
from Luna's wedding dress.
In performance snarls
lunatic wave, traceless.
It swings on the ropes bent,
in rattle ship prickles.
Streched creak repels
mucus of the moonlight,
by pallor of darkness binds the sound
in nonspiritual slavery.
Luna represents tormentress that ruffles our blood under pressure, and someone thinks it is some kind of craving. What actually is the pursuit for the movement...
Bodies that are the beginning and the end for the world, are also sarcophagi for freedom of the souls.The ones can fall in love in the valley of tears, the ones that don't know and come from animal world, and those that still need to give a toll in suffering and pain. Hoist is the gathering of experiences in connection with the Creator...
... the sobering,
inebriation with powder
crumbles the hope to escape from prison,
in dungeon,
grids from blood
are curdling like stone...
4
SELENA'S GONFALON
Space constellation of Orion,
shows the place where we came from
where we'll return...
The solar vessel draws the pigments
arrivals and deraptures through the portals
and open crossroads...
Harmony carries creativity
of chaos that awaits
on the hands of creation,
in the centre of everything
vortexes are sending messages of the movement
because they carry aliens towards the origin...
Jellyfishes of the light are pulling plows
by the aureole of the sea,
Selena,
haggardly turns around
behind abandoned dreams,
of ethereal food
which she collects from Earth
for hungry aliens...
hungry for all
Earth calls us to free ourselves so that we can transform Her from the world of predators into the world of true selective love that comes from knowledge.
The planets and The Universe are like they have architecture of our beings which we are created. By thoughts we travel everywhere, even though we didn't go far from anything, still by consciousness, peace is calling even further and darkness begins with a curtain of obscura. When the curtain removes, the pulsating colors act of the universe through the spherical shapes of rotating life spiral of light...
...that sometimes draws signs in crop,
like messages of ourselves to invoke and review,
on messages that we get through the symbols that tells us that we are not alone...
because it's us in different dimensions.
5
PARANOIA
Sinister spies haunt
themselves in the ash world
which can not been departed.
Spiteful semblance is arrogant
in physical,
fatal unreality from timeless slips
in dungeon flatness of insanity,
from this world
that intoxicates with death,
draws scents from bids
like snacks that needs to live
pressed to the prison world.
Tightening freaks
in the power of conspiracy
from everyone shrink
that want to send to the light...
Spies are taking off masks
of various forms
and reveal hologram bodies.
Unfolded fear of pictures
runs away from memories,
in them someone breaths
caped with fire of illusions...
Paranoia never comes without a foundation, those who don't see her in the other, don't see further in the other world where the attack comes. Perception that wants to play with ghosts is trapped in the lower astral plane. On the margins of the physical world, funerals are held and inhalation of scents from food prepared on blood. At the transition between the spirit and a man, forgivenesses are delayed due to the settling of debts. Some of them just come back to our life just to say goodbye...
... disgusted from all in the valley of blood,
sweat and tears…
6
THE BLOOD IS THE SAME IN ALL
The blood is the same in all,
To the dolphins
Sky is the sea.
Frothy waves
melts
on the sky
of the starfish.
The moon is taking off
on corpses.
blood in everyone resides.
Racial barriers are different colors,shapes of nature bring notes of creation,the pools of awarenes keep species insticts and they are managed.The waves are electromagnetic footprints of individual consciousness, that can touch even the stars. The moon is like a vampire because it elevates blood in all and flirts to be circulated,creating heat around the body who caught thirsty aliens on the fear radars.
7
(UN)SHAPE
What doesn't exist
Later gets a shape.
From one language
Words for another language.
What does exist
With birth starts to die,
In this world of shape
seeking for sunshades
to get out of the light,
Or darkness
or whatever...
The essence doesn't have a shape or have all shapes, or is mixed like we are with everything like transits or growth toward one or second, or third ...The shape is separation from its entirety and that is why infinity is all for Existence. Rough thought is a language, and words that are spreading, travel to the observer , otherwise nothing happens because the fluidity of creation recycles the beginning and the end as vice versa in the eternal game of existence ...
... Where we must get into the system
in order to take part in it,
so that we can change it
from inside and not outside,
invasion violates free will
as you come uninvited and without calling ...
MYSTICISM OF CATHARSIS
THE SCENT OF REALITY
There is a skeleton
chained in hard soil
as a monument of the grave
bitter humidity of decay
nipping as pliers.
Reality smells
wrapped in mahagony
of the grave...
On the moans of rejected torments
by death itself
which cruelly reaps,
there falls the slavery of freed
who have left themselves for tommorow.
They say that reality smells on dry blood, sky feels on the cold of the gods, land on the ancestral dust and water on nothingness...
Unreality is the mistique and disembodiment is freedom from the pungent odors of decay...
... that has no eyes
to see themselves
in the mucus of decomposition.
2
FIRST SNOW
The proximity,
just arived light,
plays on the ground
slanting gilt falls,
on the empty muddy step
and clanks to the chains of cold...
On the cracked fatal rocks
began the first snow,
it falls like forgotten odor,
like weight of whiteness
The frozen sham tittups
on naked branches,
the night boat swings
in the vapor of smoke
that turns into a misty trap.
Droughty frost in mirk
shivers in the brush of the painter
the toll of face is heavy
from the noon of excessive ember.
Thoughts that perceive an event, verify reality for a moment. If there is no observer, suspended creation would be suspended as a stopped hologram of surreal dream...
... as well as in a snowflake
which is wowen to be seen
as it falls,
in its own beauty
to the uknown...
3
CREAK
Waves black from misery
body as a black ship
on high seas.
Sun dressed in goat skin
with plume made of jade.
The whisper bited out
from Luna's wedding dress.
In performance snarls
lunatic wave, traceless.
It swings on the ropes bent,
in rattle ship prickles.
Streched creak repels
mucus of the moonlight,
by pallor of darkness binds the sound
in nonspiritual slavery.
Luna represents tormentress that ruffles our blood under pressure, and someone thinks it is some kind of craving. What actually is the pursuit for the movement...
Bodies that are the beginning and the end for the world, are also sarcophagi for freedom of the souls.The ones can fall in love in the valley of tears, the ones that don't know and come from animal world, and those that still need to give a toll in suffering and pain. Hoist is the gathering of experiences in connection with the Creator...
... the sobering,
inebriation with powder
crumbles the hope to escape from prison,
in dungeon,
grids from blood
are curdling like stone...
4
SELENA'S GONFALON
Space constellation of Orion,
shows the place where we came from
where we'll return...
The solar vessel draws the pigments
arrivals and deraptures through the portals
and open crossroads...
Harmony carries creativity
of chaos that awaits
on the hands of creation,
in the centre of everything
vortexes are sending messages of the movement
because they carry aliens towards the origin...
Jellyfishes of the light are pulling plows
by the aureole of the sea,
Selena,
haggardly turns around
behind abandoned dreams,
of ethereal food
which she collects from Earth
for hungry aliens...
hungry for all
Earth calls us to free ourselves so that we can transform Her from the world of predators into the world of true selective love that comes from knowledge.
The planets and The Universe are like they have architecture of our beings which we are created. By thoughts we travel everywhere, even though we didn't go far from anything, still by consciousness, peace is calling even further and darkness begins with a curtain of obscura. When the curtain removes, the pulsating colors act of the universe through the spherical shapes of rotating life spiral of light...
...that sometimes draws signs in crop,
like messages of ourselves to invoke and review,
on messages that we get through the symbols that tells us that we are not alone...
because it's us in different dimensions.
5
PARANOIA
Sinister spies haunt
themselves in the ash world
which can not been departed.
Spiteful semblance is arrogant
in physical,
fatal unreality from timeless slips
in dungeon flatness of insanity,
from this world
that intoxicates with death,
draws scents from bids
like snacks that needs to live
pressed to the prison world.
Tightening freaks
in the power of conspiracy
from everyone shrink
that want to send to the light...
Spies are taking off masks
of various forms
and reveal hologram bodies.
Unfolded fear of pictures
runs away from memories,
in them someone breaths
caped with fire of illusions...
Paranoia never comes without a foundation, those who don't see her in the other, don't see further in the other world where the attack comes. Perception that wants to play with ghosts is trapped in the lower astral plane. On the margins of the physical world, funerals are held and inhalation of scents from food prepared on blood. At the transition between the spirit and a man, forgivenesses are delayed due to the settling of debts. Some of them just come back to our life just to say goodbye...
... disgusted from all in the valley of blood,
sweat and tears…
6
THE BLOOD IS THE SAME IN ALL
The blood is the same in all,
To the dolphins
Sky is the sea.
Frothy waves
melts
on the sky
of the starfish.
The moon is taking off
on corpses.
blood in everyone resides.
Racial barriers are different colors,shapes of nature bring notes of creation,the pools of awarenes keep species insticts and they are managed.The waves are electromagnetic footprints of individual consciousness, that can touch even the stars. The moon is like a vampire because it elevates blood in all and flirts to be circulated,creating heat around the body who caught thirsty aliens on the fear radars.
7
(UN)SHAPE
What doesn't exist
Later gets a shape.
From one language
Words for another language.
What does exist
With birth starts to die,
In this world of shape
seeking for sunshades
to get out of the light,
Or darkness
or whatever...
The essence doesn't have a shape or have all shapes, or is mixed like we are with everything like transits or growth toward one or second, or third ...The shape is separation from its entirety and that is why infinity is all for Existence. Rough thought is a language, and words that are spreading, travel to the observer , otherwise nothing happens because the fluidity of creation recycles the beginning and the end as vice versa in the eternal game of existence ...
... Where we must get into the system
in order to take part in it,
so that we can change it
from inside and not outside,
invasion violates free will
as you come uninvited and without calling ...