"PENTHESILEA (EXTERMINATION CAMPAIGN)"

       I.

patroness custodian of the Trojans,
most formidable woman of axe and spear -
daughter of Ares and Otrera !

sister of Hippolyta, Antiope and Melanippe,
strike fear into these sorrowing troops of man !

cleanse not their lands from their staphylococcic bacterium :
let it be ! let it be ! yes - let them have their reckoning !

     Penthesilea laments ! :
the sorrowing troops of man tried to stoop to the level of flies
in order to further the dulling of their lives !  
however, the soul of man is nowhere made
to process of contents of faeces  !  

Penthesilea ! save them not but exterminate them,
for there are no cures to the philter of Venus
at such severe a stage of incubation,
how it breaks their skin to sores, the completest agony :
a Monet-esque dermic landscape of rupture and scar and crater
ancient-most wounds of self-destruction
bleeding through the canvas, smearing into a beholder's eye !!!

a tragedy of modern backwardness
and a return to barbaric standards and behaviors
tarnish the emblem of modernity
once hanging proud, its crest on the walls of history

dirt and filth and garbage ! drunkery and addiction !
salacity and immoral greed ! the Devil do no work anymore :
we drive ourselves willingly to ruin !

orphic sensibilities awoken and interpreted
through the lens of a philosophically futile society,
a society unwell to even argue
its own existence and position in the world !  

a society cursed by Cornucopia, the malison of wealth !

      II.

this development can not be tolerated on the Aryan steppe

the steeds of Amazonian cavalry
kick the earth into frenzy and dust storms

a great stampede upon the homeland
burns under the sizzling rays of sun

saffron-cloaked chthonic nymphae
sing in choral tandem ever-resounding
as the black gorgons winged with those of bats
are struck by the brazen arrowheads
of the proud Iranic soldiery

as rotting apples infest with death-worms –
ripening cadavers leak the crud of viscera, and
nowhere there are funerals !
they are swiftly discarded in the river...

seduced and executed by the Amazon guerilla,
the corpses in the gully now float ominously
towards the rapid to disappear in the whirls forever

rotten to distasteful contortions
and beset by evil ragworms
are they all

guilty of a heinous behavior of sloth
and imprudent gluttony
are they all

an algal bloom of wretchedness,
self-abuse and moral disease
ionized the souls of the dense masses

these diatom-clouds of dead atoms
and fleshly shells of human beings
now floating macabre, eerily
under a Porphyric sky appalling
down the Phlegethon of their fate

these wretched miscreants rot in perfidy ! –
nothing anymore to prove to themselves
but their very egoism – they can do so forever, in Tartarus

senseless excess, uncurbed Sybaritic obsessions !
sensual pleasure, caloric pleasure, egotistic pleasure –
    everything at once !
 
     more, more, more and more...

the ugliest of all human traits
are also the lowest-level common denominators
to our slow, boorish throngs sweating and swooning
in the perihelion of the human comet
the boorish throngs ! suffocate ! in chains and leashes,
however, never asking for anything more
nor even conceiving thereof, than the bare minimum
to be able to keep on playing their dull games and pursuits
for the ultimate pleasures of this world…

     majesty fell
     as power bowed to flattery
     and discipline, to sloth....

     ! Penthesilea returned with the sword !

"IN THE YEAR OF OUR LORD 536"

massive volcanic eruptions - grand ejection of sulfate aerosols

an atmosphere molested - a sun draped in bluish nausea

the moon, even when full, is emptied of vibrance and splendour

no shadows are cast from our bodies !
nor from the monuments and buildings our hands have erected :
the sun stands in zenith, right above the dome of our heads !

winter without storm,
spring without mildness,
summer without heat

seasons jumbled together - the frost prolongs into spring

hardened apples, soured grapes - crops fail amidst dense dry fogs

the advent of pestilent droughts
to previously verdant biomes exuberant

infernal chambers of magmaic currents
collapse into enormous calderas

granite crematoria belches volumes
of carbonized smog across the vast space

fissure vents break from the pressure -
chthonic emesis expulses from the lava dome  

the sky blends with alien elements
stretched like a great hide across it

the disaster is imminent :
Divine grace and reckoning !

portent omens and heavenly orbs :
the sky is phlebotomized !

the visceral remains of human corpses
are crystallized into the volcanic tuff
as human life continues beneath the tephra of history
and as the sun shines on feebly
through an eternity of plight
upon this cursed ground below, our Home !

mounted on gimbals forever-turning awry
are the celestial bodies which float
between two great nauseous apses
in the year of the lord 536

"WING-CLIPPED GRIFFINS FALL FROM THE FIRE IN THE SKY"

a pregnant sun, oedemic rainbow, the sky has dropsy...

the constipated ouroborous died -
a star got stuck in its belly !

obscured by storms of crickets
is the carcass suspended in the sky

the confusing aesthetic of cadaveric rot
sinks into the human psyche
like a rock in the sea

wing-clipped griffins fall from the fire in the sky

mustardgas molests the warm wind of love

the stench of foreboding and insomnia
envelopes the rotting monolith

charlatans and opportunists
make haste to explore and exploit
but are struck instead
with its fatal radiant properties

"EMPIRE OF THE MEGALOBLATTA"

about the Battle of Warsaw (1920) and the wider Polish-Soviet war (1919-1921), from which Poland emerged victorious against all odds, opposing an invading Soviet army trying to ignite further revolutions of Bolshevism in Central Europe.

grotesque Megaloblatta
yawn wide their beast mouths
beneath Albatross wings
deploying ootheca ordnance   
to burst and pest the lands

red roaches laugh in sardonic chortles,
sweating in misplaced jubilant stupor,
the foul-faced arrogancy of the elite –
a false victory, too early a cashed check :
the downfall of the Soviets reeks the disgrace of Bravado !

human dwellings are torn asunder !
penetrated by the horrifying ovipositors
of the intruding Megaloblatta :
an army of disillusioned peasants
commanded by idealists in diamond palaces

once the footstool of the Mongols ! –
the ghosts of Batu Khan haunt the Muscovite empire :
the abused became the abuser !

a cacophony of immense stridulation
spreads vile Dictyopteraic noise
in echoes across the Polesian fields  
like colossal waves of pressure
trying to ignite, by way of Warszawa,
the false revolution of but a yet new elite
vindicating their crimes not with supremacy and imperialism
but in self-denial, in the name of Justice – even worse !

the Soviets erected their castle of lies on the morass…

Muscovite arrogance is a national disease,
an endless historical protraction of the same old folly :
 
"dullard cousin of the Kreml ! unfortunate Ruthenian mutation ! "

"weak Catholic breed ! slut of the Italians and slave to the Teutons !"

are they not taught by history
to accredit the Poles with, if not the greatness of the Russian Empire,
then at least some manner of military impression ?

alas – ignore, Sarmatian eagles ! again, shall the hooves thunder !

form in your foaming mouths a glob of spit
for the Mongol-Russian Socialist Khanate !
hold high your lance, mount the steed again !
strap your wooden feathers to your back, Proud Hussar !

shredded flesh-parts clog the Socialist machine
as pinions of fowl are devoured
by a starving peasant soldiery

the Horde is apparently not so Golden anymore...

thousands of bodies are scattered across the field

but here are no Megaloblatta ! –
anywhere, there are no cockroaches :
here are just boys and young men
rotting putridly in swampy lowland autumn,
futile in their attempts, coerced or otherwise,
to boast further the riches and exploits
of the ever-fattening Marxist master

these boys are no Megaloblatta !

the true insect hides amongst the bedbugs and silverfish
in the golden palaces of Muscovy

here is just death, death and death –
the red-white-draped boys are united
with the Bolshevik enemy in trenches
in a tragic death of heroes both willing and not,
now resting their endless peace
beneath the war syzygy

slaughtered amongst each-other in fanatical pursuits of idealism

amber-colored blood of martyrs
spill as honey on the warred fields

the bayonets are still in their dead flesh

the hooves of stallions crush the bones in retreat
but they soon collapse and break their legs in the uneven,
battle-punished landscape

the dismembered bodies of the Soviet soldiery
drift in the foam of the Vistula :
the glory of the modern-day Hussars at Komarów
will forever be observed
by the Polish spirit and Nation !

"TO SUP AT THE TABLE OF CHRIST"

   Lord, i shall be humble

   but there are some things i must shed light on

   through my life,

   i shall try to apologize my positions
   with, if not Faith, then empirical data and the voice of reason

   i shall try appeal to my own common sense,
   and with moral suasion put a definite end to the folly within
   once and for all

   i shall defy any attempt of trying to flatter
   my own sinful nature with any excuse,
   or to meet it with any level of tolerance or apathy  

      i repudiate all attempts
      at trying to equal the good and the bad,
      the efforted and the effortless,
      the dull-of-heart and the enthused,
      the hot and the cold
      and everything else
      that is not truly equal
      in this non-binary
      post-modern clown world :

some things are sacred and some things are evil
and we must enjoy the privilege
to orient ourselves around just that,
otherwise, all the wickedest Devils
will surely come with their tricks and persuasions
to greet us at the door to ruin

because the more i understand humanity
the more i see the fullness !

the more i understand humanity,
the more i understand the guillotine –
but the more I also understand the grace of God !

                       * * *

i swing from the liana of adventure
and fall into the burning darkness below !

and i expect God to pick up the pieces…

i drown in information as my throat is parched
with thirst for a wisdom i do not deserve

i drown in indignation as my throat is bruised
by these hands of Brutus, i truly deserve

    egotism, dullness, naivety, self-pity,
    sloth, nihilism and all the addictions

    these are my sins !

astray in bacchic frenzy
i eloped from grace with Satan !

   i am shit and mud combined into flesh, an arrogant idiot if anything

   yes, and i insist – i am way stupider than i want to show or admit !

i hate pseudo-intellectuals when i so see or hear them – and autists –
because i am so painfully one myself, amongst these filthy throngs !

i admit : the Black Madonna, Our Lady of Uppsala, –
has been my palladium in battles both enormous and mediocre,
and the humility before God is the ever-golden mean
of my human existence : i shall live and i shall die
through spiritual manumission
in total fraternal conviviality
with sinners of all faiths and creeds

and this is how i sup at the table of Christ !

"THE NIGHT RUNNER"

under a funeral moon
i run nocturnal
with but wormwood as witness
in vigil from the heavenly sky

   demons molest me
   chase me
   run after me
   taunt me and belittle me

     fast    fast     fast
     then faster ! faster ! and faster !

i admit – i struggle so hard
to evict the darkness around me
from myself

   i run from it

   it seeps in
   it rapes
   it festers

and then i am the darkness !

   i run. i struggle with my breathing

   i think : why is it so, that the innocent suffer ?

    i can not handle it peacefully, seemingly healthily  
    
    i am paradox !
 
i need to save the world in order to feel alive

i need to kill something in order to feel alive

i want to commit acts of violence, i confess

but what is my anger and my wish for destruction,
both inward and outward,
compared to these stars i run below tonight ?

nothing. and i should learn to know my place

and i know my place now ! 

on these trails of mud and forest paths

cross country

up the hills

i run

i pray
everytime
with my feet
for a better place
a better world
a better life
and total fucking revenge
for those who truly deserve it

i urge to kill something
deservedly so

i seek to participate
in Holy justice
far from jurors and court-rooms

i want to see men genitally mutilated for their transgressions !
i want to see women punished by their peers for their ugly crimes !
i want to see filthy criminals choke on the vomit
of their own drug-induced seizures
and i want see entrails ! – smell the iron of molesters and perverters
of everything that is pure and innocent in this world !

as the watchmen are aiding the impostors
and the guardians the smugglers of contraband –
corruption, judicial and moral, spreads aplenty
while nothing is being done at all

the elite conspires with Satan
to bring the whole motherfucker down

   and all the while
   i carry on running

   what else can i do
   to mitigate this darkness
   both within and without ?

 

"THE HOSTILE WHORLS"

     I

king of the hostile quasar !
stelliferous beast without origin

throne without end, anechoic void
upon a tundra in the cosmic septentrion :
fantastically obscure to the naked human eye
and lost forever in asterism rat-nests !

gatekeepers of the GN-z11 realm,
amethyst-fanged beasts of the farthest space
pursuing from beyond the ultimate meridian
to battle the flame-born basilisks of Alpha Scorpii

the star-beasts battle in constellatory theatre,
a timeless outing of the yet another
anniversary cosmic implosion

   II

hostile whorls in the night-sky
spin into mass hypnotic effect

cruor of celestial bodies splatter
alizarin spasms across the death-black vista
which emanates across the heliosphere

hallucination becomes reality

hallucination ceases to cease

lines between cosmophobia  and cosmonoia are blurred

mystical systems of glyphic code
etched into bedrocks as starmaps
guide the madman into liminal states
between this and the other...

"THE INDIGO FIRE"

   apocalyptic abrasions tear
   across earth and sea and sky

   crepuscular beast of no moon
   reveals and unreveals

   ambiguous forms of vapor
   from crack and crevice emergent

   close-mouthed apparition appears
   forever and ever nose-breathing
        billowing purple fire !

   from the great abyss the deadly vortex forms
   clouds of rancid breaths breathed
   from open mouths breathing hellstorms

   exhale insidious tar-storm, mordant flame

    red fangs in the brume funereal protrude
    beneath shimmering eyes judgmental
    
   consciousness rapidly oxidates
   in the immediate surroundings
   of this revelatory conflagration

        billowing purple fire !

        Tyrian purple fire…

        velvet and brimstone !

        ever igniparous Holy spirit !

      a crown and a wreath
      to the lava-throne
      where upon
      a God of fire sits…

          the true God ! 

           ________

"the firestorm is incredible, there are
calls for help and screams from somewhere
but all around is one single inferno.

to my left i suddenly see a woman.
i can see her to this day and shall never forget it.  
she carries a bundle in her arms, it is her baby.

she runs, she falls, and the child flies in an arc into the fire….

insane fear grips me and from then on i repeat
one simple sentence to myself :
i don’t want to burn to death!"

                 ―   Margaret Freyer
                        February 1945
                        Dresden, Germany

"BREAKING THROUGH THE OORT CLOUD"

  was earth ever more than some insignificant speck of space-dust,  
  suspended in a sun-beam amongst a trillion others ?

                          * * *

   intergalactic war-chariot breaking through the Oort cloud

   exploding forth with supraphysical acceleration

Anunna queen, the one crowned in cosmic wreath,  
traverse in gold chariots across eternal fields of nebulae :
a magnificent gamma scepter and the mighty blade of Inanna –
bane of Humwawa – rest on her hips !  

     two bottles of black Parisian absinthe
     in her two crooked witches’ hands
     spills into the wounds of the world
     and iterates the ultimate ominous
     Lovecraftian fatalism of mankind

   prophetess of fundamental nuclei destruction :
   hers is the work, this unpredictable,
   unforeseeable, incalculable mass collapse
   of moon and man and muon alike

     Anunnaki mysticism
     deciphered and revealed

queen of the lost ice planetesimals ! her hand commands …
solar systems error and fault in planned, orchestrated failure –
despot bitch with eyes as Titan and Ganymede
chortling impishly across time and space her supernova sounds  !

 cosmic prime mover, pulsator of inflationary epochs
 tumbling about from the deepest origin of all mysticisms

   a fatalistic exploration of human knowledge is encouraged
   because Queen knows, it ends inevitably
   in a lamented reality unspeakable, unexplainable :
   the madness, folly and lunacy which greets us
   at the borders to the unknown !

        a random absurd cosmic darkness
        ambushing the forces of order  

         the cosmic queen retracts her psalmata...

          she spits panspermia into the evervoids !

          no human-like life shall ever flourish again
          and no green-blue planet shall breathe ever again either

         now ! unknown life-forms emerge
         from beyond the isotropic curve
         amassing from a tenth planet obscure

          cloud-pylons ! anti-matter, aether
          and absinthe-storms above

               see the stars twinkle in the sky ?
          … they are collapsing infernally up there !

      faster than the speed of light,

   she measures her journey in astronomical units
   as she penetrates the outer realms of    L  a  n  i  a  k e  a  !

"WARS OF THE DIADOCHI"

the last vestiges of the empire
were partitioned and handed out
to various expertly bellicose warlords
which were especially cunning and Machiavellian

and my hands have carried the weapons
of a myriad unnumbered crime
in these infamous wars of succession !

"DISTRESS SIGNAL – SOURCE UNKNOWN"

Munch-like spirals of ominous colors
devour the edge of the world  

sutures across the sky
rupture to explode
black muck across the world

    lofty barriers of ice disintegrate

    penguins squawk murmurously from a distance

    the blubber of seals rot in disgrace
    ravaged by bulimic polar bears
    vomiting their disgusting pellets
    into the sea

    a world of ice melts

  the horizon is vaguely azureous, with
  auburn-shifting crimson shades
  and a feverish tone to it

the blonde eye in the sky
stares like a rapist
downward
intensely

the children weep in the heat
and verily refuse to reciprocate  
the smile of a mirthless sun
infected with the glum of knowing
exactly what is in store for them

migrainiac visons
and sightings of doom forbearance
are spotted in an extreme afar
getting closer at the speed of light

scarlet belts hang from the sky
and bleed into the troposphere,
it rains across the endless ocean-water :

   like flesh-wounds across the heavens
   suspended from inertia and momentum !

  rancid purple blood effluvium
  stink up the morning gusts

jaded nature gives up

the conference of the birds stifle

cedars and thujas burn to crisps

the strangled sparrows tweet
in a total kind of silence evermore

sailors vomit above the railing

  sudden outbursts of proprioceptive disruptions and ill rage –
  this distress signal broadcasted from sources unknown !
 

"FROM DANK & NITROUS VAULTS"

an intense columnar vortex manifest
from dank and nitrous vaults hidden amongst
noctilucent labyrinths of cloudery

katabatic winds roll downward the stair-paths
from the temple in the billow of palls
to squall across the calm ground down there
and to stir mayhem

   a sulphur agent dissolves
   the bronze cage around the aether-demons,
   now unfettered !

   columns of black emissions
   splinter the auroral play of colors eternally above
 
   the skies rot to atmospheric jaundice
   by the dazzling mist-lights of a lycanthropic moon

   ominous volumes of smoke hurl into the air

   unborn, ever-enduring,
   constant and primordial
   bruised arms reach around
   a colossal titan sun blue and cold
   as to wrestle it down, rip it
   from its suspension in the sky

   multicellular storms gather a menace...

the coldest williwaws known to geo-history storm about...

a theological gamma-burst collapses
all atheistic solar systems :

the gospel from dank and nitrous vaults
is not for the faint of heart !

"THE FINAL SOLUTION TO THE MANKIND QUESTION"

    man raped nature ! the bravado !

    man raped his own dignity  in the process

    … fuck off ! you, human !

you ! – singular creature chosen for your intelligence,
for your ethic capability, skill and sense of reason !
for your strength in character and common nous !

   but your weak attempts
   couldn’t appear to be more failing
   in the apparent mission at hand

   and nature shall respond
   with the total and absolute effacement
   of human history and her memory

   lurid flames !

   a  rainstorm of cruor skies descending
   roaring, belching

   the Devil licks with forked tongues !

   the elegance of his funebrial garment
   radiant amongst the corpses

   planet earth shall stow the plenty for herself

   coming human generations
   get nothing !

   those truly adaptive persist

   the cockroaches, mollusks and invertebrates !

     but the future is not bright
     for those who truly need it to be

   the future is not bright
   for that one creature
   which traded its ingenuity and stalwartness
   for sloth, pure and simple …

    man raped nature ! and depraved herself… the tragedy…