Friday, 4 December 2009


Dedicated to Yuki, My Beloved Cousin - whom I cherish - who loves the anime "Jigoku Shoujo" or "Hell Girl" -
Love watching it with you
Let's watch something together again...next week

Dream a little, dream a little
You open your eyes
See a teary cathedral of frost and flowers
Citadel of Enigmatic woes
Lust for me
Love for me
Instead you breathe

I hate you
I Love you
Maybe it is a dream
Dream a little

Your glass has wept
Soaking in a reverie-tomb
All quiet in reverie-chances
Existence is pulled string
Life line least guaranteed

Dream a little, Dream a little
Pray...a little
A shrine of loneliness
An edifice of all uncertainty
I contradict I...

Thursday, 3 December 2009

Refusal Of The Antagonist


That there is an Antagonist; You know it to be true/

See how his shining eyes reminds one of the devil's pupils. The very heart of Conrad's darkness. Yes, Yes, there ia no need to ask him (or is it a woman?) what it is.

It is certain: The individual is an antagonist.

Now - it so happens that I am a protagonist. Yes - now, we all know that protagonists are the heroes (and mostly men - I am a man too...heheYAY I am so happy ^_^) Now, I must approach this Antagonist. Yes, he (Oh, yes, he is a man too - now, if I pounce on him he can's slander me for rape!) ...is moving???

Hold your horses Antagonist! For I am coming! Yes! Beware! Antagonist! Your days are flogged and numbered!

Now, The Antagonist has left the street and has gone into the park. No wonder I have to follow him! What nefarious plans had the Antagonist!?
Oh dear me he has entered the park! What will he do - rape, murder, bomb implantation - all those things the mass media alerts us about!

I am sure that he would - for he is an Antagonist! Yes, and I am a Protagonist! Yes (now, I have a steady "P" then the common "p" because I am to be the "P" and not the "p") I will do whatever I can to stop the Antagonist!

Believe me when I say I will discard the tip-tongue of evil of the Antagonist! Yes, now Antagonists are needed in life (nor else the mass media wouldn't get jobs and writers.poets, academics, doctors, engineers - all these specializations and classifications would be not - there and there not-there, kinda like many artists nowadays who have a vision no one wants; unfortunately, their visions are not always dull!)

Now, I must insist on looking at my Antagonist and looking...and looking...and looking...and looking...and looking...and look...look-Oh-Dear God Look - a boy - yes that Antagonist will now molest the boy - I knew it - I knew it - it is unlikely he would not!

Oh look how he pampers the boy - Yes, a pedophile true and true! Now I must wait near the bush and rescue the child (HAHA...Hehe...that's what a Protagonist does - hehe)

And - YES I AM HERE

" Little boy - do not worry I am a Protagonist! A Hero! I shall save you from your ravage!"
" What the - who the hell - let me go!"
" No - boy - listen. That there is an Antagonist! He will rape you!"
" What - NO - NO - Let me go! Let me go!"

The boy cries - ah, yes, - the innocence - I need not forget a child's innocence...and -

" WHAT THE FUCK! LET GO OF MY SON!"

What - The Antagonist?
Tricking me aren't you sly fox
No, No, No - I will not fall for this tawdry shit of you being the child's father - So,

" Get out of the way Antagonist! Nor Else feel the sword of the wrath of Good!"
" Daddy! Help! This man is hurting me!"
" Hey Let my Son Go! You Freak!"
" Antagonist! I insist that you leave you evils!"
" DADDY!"
" What the Fuck are you talking about you loon!"
" Daddy! Help! He's pulling my arm too hard!"
" It's for your good child! I know! For I am the Protagonist!"
" FUCK OFF ASSHOLE!"

Then I felt raw on my cheek. Twice. Thrice- God. are you listening? I am a Protagonist...protagonist...

|!|

So, here I am now - clutching my cheek while an officer looks at me listlessly. Ok, maybe not that much indifference but - he looks angrily at me and calls me a "homeless retard" - But...But... I tell him how I am a protagonist and how I have done nothing and he looks at me...But...But I tell him how I live in a good apartment right across the street.

Now, they say my apartment is filled with candles and a dead body. They laugh. The dead body is a dead doll. It isn't real they say. I tell them that my sorceress is now in the candles. They tell me if I fuck the doll - why would I? - Oh...Oh...Yes...I...Did...I got it from a sex-shop - no, it's not "it" it's a she and she was bottled up in a sex shop but I freed her. No...No...WAIT...WHAT ARE YOU DOING....!!!!!.....Eh, EH, YAW...OH...DON'T TAKE HER I MEAN! WAIT...NO...NO....NO...NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! NOT THE CANDLES!!!!HER SOUL IS IN....HEY....AWWW...EH....EH....YAW....AWWW....NO....NO....I AM THE PROTAGONIST!

It all amounts to this
Cell-prick tell me I'm cute
Gives me a lick
Then I tell him if he is one too
And he tells me what
And I'm like "Protagonist"
Laughs, gives me Lick
Laughs, Licks, then walks off
So, they say doc he crazy
Who is doc
Is he Protagonist too?
Or is he - reversed?
No, No,
I don't get it
But I see
Those limbs and things swirling, calling
It is the teasing of the Antagonist.

Tuesday, 1 December 2009

I am | Shiori | The Blasphemer Damozel


Temperature in situated extremity-molten armageddon
life in mitosis-disease mutation
bleed by ablution so insincere laden sphere
the dagger's sex to penetrate all incentive

Mortal man my plaything thou art
skillfully sinewed in bound-aphrodisiac
littered by the many formed egotism
My apple-tongue deadly, more cost-induced than exiled fruit.

A prince to hold, smother in the bodacious warmth of all and self-ishness
egos thick, pride-parading in the love-next of body-only-bloody-body
Tapered by tailors swift to incinerate the timid vest of "true love"
Love is dominance; hence my claws I polish for war!

Touga | Song


Art of Class - Art of Glass = Insincerity
Art of Love-tied - Art of Lust = Only me
Art of call - Art of Subtlety Breeds =
Me and Only Me

Art of Structure - Art of Amenesia = Love-lorn paradise
Art of Solitary - Art of Mandatory = Rotting Heaven
Art of Breathing - Art of The Corpse =
Wish in Unfulfilled Regeneration
Art of Collossal - Art of Sewn-tongue =
Slavery

Art of Loving You, Utena, Chosen Prince = Nirvana Completion

Utena | Nakedness Of Long


Thy heart is naked
Burning spirals on skin
Heart wages in sin-form
Heart wages in virtue-storm

Why am I unkempt?
Pluralized by lust-lost and tragedy-astronomy?
Why do boughs not break in pressure-violation, pressure-rape -
PRESSURE

Does pleasure equals ignominy?
Bound by tethered doctrine-raping me
Fallen soldiers are men to cast
Fallen women cast away
Pure as sin and snow in need


Burn with me
Undress with me
Cajole me
Capture me
I'm not bound
I'm no longer dead

The Dead in me
Has flown its cage

....
...
...

My heart cannot write a stone of pretense
Played by a harp-string of indecision - I am a prepared soul...

Utena | Call

"Laid on a rose, stone of paradise lost
Eden caught in swords and shields;
fruit not tasted-tested in the forbidden
Summarized life in rules cased.

Thy barrier is thyself thy virtue-self
Gain betterment in armour-own
Lay not in the temper of lost
Soul in heaviness = blessed thy blood

For all eons weep, flood and renew
Thy advent is prophesied as revolution."

Utena| Woman


You can be a woman
You can be a slave
You can be a nobody
For, You are a woman
That's what they say
I know different
Apocalypse is now
Revolution is difference
I am WOMAN
I am PRINCE
Let them DARE stop My
REVOLUTION
...
...
...
...
The Flower, The Hero, The Prince - is CHOSEN
She is a
WOMAN