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Post by Dema » Sun Oct 20, 2013 11:02 am

Third Love For Fireworks With Red Duckies

We are already in heaven!
And we are already went to paradise!
Now we are in love with red duckies and fireworks.
They are continuations of our lives.
They were so cute, and squishy, and full of lies.
Once they fell on our planet, they were red, and so divine-suns-shines !
Mushrooms began to grow tall, bright and wavy.
We have unleashed a deadly beasts from the net!
When we were attracted to her third-sickness!
That has come from below and above like madness
To us love was a fire!
And we have burned in scorching flames of her desire
When we were high,
We were low,

The Dolls-flowers

The flowers become grey and skin wrinkled
With movemnets of stars twinkled

These dolls shine with blind attractions
Distractions to eyes of man!

The flower-dolls we pick in garden of blind
There you can't get out once you enter, and exit is enter as you bind to their sight.

Your focus on the perception
You perceive the deception of beauty

Beautiful doesn't exist without uglyful,
Uglyful doesn't exist without beautiful,

They are complete each other,
They do not exist without one another!

Ageing is enemy of Cuteness.
Although immortality is offered in Transhumanity!

Manipulation of DNA to reverse the decay of the body,
And reverse brain cells, to rewine existence into young stage to see the sunny day again!

Robbers of Thought

Robbers of Thought
Dwell behind the doors of restrictions!
In their shadows of eliminations
Robbers of Thought
Dwell in papers of publications
And hackers of information
Robbers of thought
Dwell in wells of digital swells, there thieves distract the minds eyes.
Condemned and damned to screen-watchers of dancing lives.

Adversaries of Betrayal: Part 3: The Union
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

Heath Ledger(Joker)---"You complete me!"

Thou art wears mask of gods!
And denies the gods as "False-Idols!"
Although He must be a "True-Idol?"
Made from Idolls, from ancients and their cultures!
He made Hel-l and his angels.
And he sparked holy war with devil!

The arch-enemies fought as shadows grew thicker
And light became dimmer...
After thousand more burned cities
A god was drenched in blood-bath and mental-insanities
And we were raging storms of war against two great dragons of ChiRu.
Jesus Christ of Churches has deceived the whole world!
Yahweh was the "truely-false" divinity of old and back-boned by priests of holy words

In sects of disagreements and more
God came from his Golden Palace to fallen angel
And Apologized, and he had grim face of sadness!
"I was tyrant and and I am go(o)d god and you are an evil god and vice versa!
I am god of heaven and you are god of hell and light! Forgive me I have "sinned!"

Why does "all-powerful" god doesn't kill Satan his answer,
"We are both gods of light and we finally became friends!
We burned the papers of master-slave-morality not to live by those errors!
We scorched the all clothes that identify by titles and ranks!"
"Lucifer the Scapegoat is no more in my eyes " said cheerfully the god to people

Сжечь Влаственные Деревья!
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

Безвластие и нищита богатство.
Отрекись он цивилизованного рабство!
Слава Предкам нашим и богам родным!
От Рода до Дажьбога...

Росичи вы сами себя уничтожаете.
Русичи вы сами себя обманываете и отравляете.
Россияничи вы сами себя грабите.

Сжечь от корней до верхушек влаственные деревья!

Корни деревьев перерастаю,
И уничьтожеют плод вокруг!
Чтоб Рости дальше и выше!
Чтоб Властвовать над менишеством.
Чтоб ломать своим тежолим грузом.
Ето один круг!

Symptom of Dolls: Worship Man
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

Symptom of painted dolls
Anyone is hungry for Love, Faith and Hopes?
They are so great that they blow candles of life x3
And little ones are cast to the stones!
What a death-whores, lust for graves?
Not a birth-bringers of over-man

These painted dolls
Swallowed into black-holes
Listening to the unoriginal Jesus songs
"Alas for the lords, alas!"
As they sing and dance thus
they cry laughing...in the parade.

Once Death came
And knocked on their doors
"I will eat you if you don't live life to the fullest
and extremest. I'll burn your souls!"
Comedy of Errors rebirths every Sunday for them dolls
The children of god consumed and doomed
By comedy of errors of man keep repeating...
and repeating...again and again!

System found error
Error and virus
Do you want to fix it
Or leave it?
Man left virus and error for us, painted dolls

Next Sunday, life died!
Dolls sang to heaven
and danced beside Christ's corpse
Unevident to the eyes or no eyes.
History of errors continues...
Sunday after Sun-day,
Each day is day of Sun!

Psychology of errors
spreads the distorted clothes and gives a blow.
Like a superstickgod
To painted dolls!

My Cult of City

God-dess of Love, came to me,
Goddess of Care bless me with your righteousness!

Under darkness of rotten buildings of Yaroslavl
Under stars of beyond dimensions, I shall find you on broken dirty streets.
Look for me like into the bend-mirrors and there I am looking for you!
Through the glass hours, nothingness and emptiness is only ours.
Will I ever see you again? Only shadows covers our hearts.
And dark-light shines upon these supreme gods!

Goddess of Children open me,
Goddess of Earth find me,

We the gods of our own temples scriptured, idolized and have been worshiped ourselves!
We deifying ourselves as ideal-idols, gods of ourselves.
Why we are obsessed with one man?
Why can't we be obsessed with many man and woman?
Why can't we be obsessed with a woman?

Goddess of dependence independent me
And Goddess of Morality demoralize me

I see your face on the moon-light smiling
My city is like your body divining, decaying and paying!
Al thought its full of cunning lions dressed like sheep preying
They are diseased by invention called currency. It's effects their minds very deep
These hungry lions have eaten the sheep while surviving in stone jungle of insanity.

Goddess of Anger, angering me with your cheap labor
Goddess of Cash, blinded me with your paper!

You are swallowing me with your beautiful-ugliness!
Your lips are like the red-roses stilled in the garden with stillness
Those thousand grim, cute, creepy, and holy faces stare at me
As I walk in the darkness among the light-lamps of your eyes in center of my city
There are flowers like your legs with sweet leggings and sharp high heels.
Your hair are all the roads that I can see.

Cyber-Being Part 1: Among Deadly Programs

The world web full of deadly programs.
Keep your eyes open! Infectious, destructive software crawling like worms
And I am cyber-being trapped infinite-aeons of sites
And hi-tech-world of viruses, spyware and identity-theft
Manufacturers of disease pollute me, destroy me
bleed me and plague me, severe me and sick me!
I am just a terminated being in master-slave of global-networking
Must be for my death
I am part of windows corporations
A fragile creators
A feeble roses of computer-world
Only my security helps me live I can last longer and live better forever.

Cyber-Being Part 2: Healing Doctors

AVG, Malware bites, downloaded and have to take care of me
Curing me, avast, and endpoint came next one after another downloaded, I am better now
Should I find Norton, my another friend, this is my recovery
They are all anti-malware, anti-virus and anti-spyware programs and my healing doctors!
I am just a wideweb of garbage, and endless births and deaths...
I am rebirths and immortalities in every waking breaths.
I am cyber-being and anti-virus being there in system of apocalypse of sleep
And awakening reincarnations after dreaming deep
Doctors only perform my healing procedures,
because I am so infective human like creature that bound to sickness
And maybe even death. Scanning-healers only prevents my illness.

Headless Substitute for Head

I am behead computer-screen
Your mind went blank and eyes left unseen
You don't have use your intellect
You set and imprisoned in their sect
You lost your head but you are not dead!
Its staring at your face, you brainless and traced
In every digital place not yet erased...

Your behead computer and its even cuter than cutest girl, although you are zombie though!
You are puker of your own thoughts, you are horny for buttons
Pushing them like server, PUSH, PUSH, PUSH
Standing to finish the job quickly-mindlessly, SQUASH, SQUASH, SQUASH,

You don't need your globe! You are robots now awe.
You are used for probes and experiments
And you are infused with cyber-informational-dope,
Do you still want your contentments?
The love, hope, faith and happiness...
They are social elements of oneness and only stars move our "controlled" movements
They are illusions of hate, despair, and unhappiness

You are left with headless substitute for head
with invented and programmed software
You pushing buttons anywhere
Like servers on their hi-tech-ware

Celebritarians

Our eyes are cameras,
And our minds are recorders,
Our computers record everything we "experience"
We are the stars and film-makers
Of ourselves and celebrities

Our heads are recording cameras
And our mind'eyes invented "civilized"world
We are being watched and we can watch anything in this era,

We are the cameras
We record all today
Manson's Celebritarian prophecy fulfilled and build on machines
Some people lost their lives!
To them no life exist besides Facebook, Tweeter and other social networks

We are captured in their nets
Of digital-mania
Oppressed, impressed, and well expressed by media

"Celebritarians" word coined by Marilyn Manson

God's Cofession of Love for Satan

Oh! Devilina, Satanica and Lucifera...
You have many names just like me!
I am your god, I have been fantasizing and dreaming about you.
I realized I can't live without you! You make us whole morning star!
I love you so much that I banish you. You deserted civility
I am coming to underworld to have you back! We shall infuse into one-star!
My loveternal towards your reddish, hel's hot-fire-coals, so perfect like Hel herself in Helheim
I never-thought, how can I ever live without you, Satan-God?
I am dead without you, I love you with all of my heart of pagan death and destruction.
With all of my plague, corruption and condemnation
And pollutions of mankind and its old divinations! You are my Hel.

The Nihilist

Nothingness...
Is wipe openess in our minds
Empitness...
Is vast expasions after mass destructions
At the throne of nihil
And Blind eyes of future, which happens every five minutes...

I am "Nihilist"
Nothing has made me
Or could of been alien-gods with big bangs,
Came down from high heavens and left us on this planet
For you to see immensly
"First" you have to become empty
And embrace the emptiness for great unfixed intellects!

I am Buddhist
And I am buddha
And Energy is sunyata
And Which all "natural" phenomenon contains
I am not anything of this world!
I am none and all of none,

The Enemy
Part 3:

We are searching for the enemies in ever corner...
To start another battle although war is never over!
"New" enemy builds on "old" opponent,
We need to slaughter for protection...
To stay protected from other protections
How many more lives will be taken from endless annihilations
We are enemy of the enemy maybe become friends.
They are all over the place, nothing is ever over,
We must kill ourselves to destroy the target
To see the coast is clear and get
Satisfaction after murder meal!

Literacy of Prejudice: Forms of Hate
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

Literacy of Prejudice has has eaten your eyes!
You no longer can see, feel or taste,
You are left a side in waste and in demise.

Literacy of Prejudice has build walls in your mind.
Your moral prejudices has "caused" a suicide bombers,
To detonate and obliterate many lives by indocriNations of terrors!

Literacy of Prejudice has convinced you that your cult is only "true" one,
And their sect's myths are "false" ones
They didn't have sun "crucified" at the dawn

Literacy of Prejudice is a wolf that has murdered masses of sheep.
He made people into sheeping manniguins, faceless,
eyeless, earless and tonguless, after descending civilization into deep abyss!

Literacy of Prejudice fathomed mankind into thousand darkest nights,
of unkind madness of literacism and radical fanaticism of divine, destroying the world blindly
Atheism and theism are illusions of same coin and don't forget about gods of twilight.

Literacy of Prejudice sparked hate in the eyes of god of love.
Out of Israel three great errors have come or mythologies
of misinterpretation of holy ones and radicalists make blood rain from "above."

Messengers of Gods

"You don’t just turn your back on something that has been built up during millenniums"---Arkona

Rivers whisper their names,
Messengers of Gods,
As wind screams mythicaly their fame,
Messengers of Gods,
Solar waves clash against their spheres,
Messengers of Gods,

Millenniums cultured, build, destroyed and renamed!
Singlized into one god and slayed non-believers
Monuments of Polytheism razed, and masked like deceivers
Dusked and thrust into us as Monotheism of war
Lord is upon us all! He eats our souls and spirits.

Gods of my ancestors still live in me. They will never die.
Open your eyes don't betray your ancient traditions!
Even after thousand years of annihilation.

Poets carved sacred massages on tablets,
Messengers of Gods,
Cosmos occulted them as aliens with many names.
Messengers of Gods,
Holy legislators of the world and spiritual teachers.
Messengers of Gods,
Connectors to the divine and holiest of them all!
Messengers of Gods,
Prophets of unseen worlds.
Messengers of Gods,

"Legislators of the world"---Percy Shelley

The King!?

Are you the king of the world?
Or maybe you are King of the Jews?
Its not in our faiths to follow you!
In the attire your are reflection of the Zeus.
Even though you are named, Jesus Christ
Its in their religion to worship you. Who are you?

We have betrayed our Gods!
And proclaimed the "god on the cross"
And we have crossed our "Idols!"
We lied with truth, and Truth still lies to us.
And thus hand of dog spills blood of dogs continuously...
And thus raven spread its wings to cover our eyes with messiaghty

You are not the king of the world,
although you are still blooming flaming rose-flower,
And you are only meant for Greeks and others...
Our sacred-worship goes deep down into our roots of all our ancestors!
And our national blood proves our only true belief falsified!
You not the only one who was crucified.

You, all nations of single deity
Blinded by this sun-divinity
Judaism was never our path,
Even after aftermath, we have our own holy morality!
And We are the Gods in infinite-infinity,
Infinitely in life's continuum, we are fully their children.

Beyond the Passion of Love And Hate
Postby Dema » Tue Jul 10, 2007 11:45 am

Intro: Earth was created. Than accidentally first man and woman was created. They were Adam and Eve. Love was born through woman and Hate reign over Man. Scorn had too many ambitions and jurisdiction to keep Love by his side. He looks how Men being easily corrupted in his own Evil ways. Love tries to keep some goodness in Scorn (Hate).
Scorn didn’t want goodness. He vanished to practice Hatred of Vengeance to rise in power among weak minds of Men. Slowly Scorn becomes abusive tyrant of revenge and only Love’s passion will be able to stop Scorns madness for hateful wrath. The same time Man turns to darkness. He creates Seven Evils for him to control human race! But than Scorn tries to take Man’s Evil against him. Man began to loose control over Bloody Seven. Scorn takes the reign over Anarchy Forces of Darkness. Seven Assassins realize what man did. He used them so they revolt and take revenge onto Men. Then Man take vengeance over the world.

Part 1: Accidents of Nature, Evil and Darkness

With tremendous blast of light
As two old worlds collide
Which created Earth

Transformation
Begin to shake earthly ground
Landscapes separation
Genes, molecules with other organisms slowly
Build flesh anatomically
Inside underground unknowingly

Sudden blood storm raged onto living flesh of Adam
Which structured misanthropy
Sweeping madness formed fury
As Hate was finally born through Man
His name was Scorn Malcontent
“Smoldering immortal hatred”
He was unmerciful
Lonely and wrathful

Than woman was created
Soon Love was born through her
Love was “Conquer Of All?!”

First creature walked on Earth
It was Man
Imperfect and Ignorant
With woman beside

Than Man created Evil
To gain more power, Hate
Tyranny, Corruption, Greed
Barbarous, Coerce Fear and Sinister
They are “Anarchy Forces of Darkness”
They were seven assassins
Seven curses to the world – All Evil of Men

Scorn told her
“I can’t live without you!”
Love answered him
“I will live forever with you, my darken emotion”


In May, when one year gone by
Our heartstrings entwined
With binding passions of fire
Than Love gave birth to two sons Anger and Grief
They were Children of Men
Living without peace

Scorn began to take power over weak minds of Men
Hatred slowly sharpened his swords of supremacy
He wanted to control over Anarchy Forces of Darkness

Scorn is Lights and Darkness in Worlds evolution
He was aristocracy among Men, and ruler of darkest nations

“Once we became one never dying cell
Bringers Love and Hate and beyond to single Hell
Two most precious sensations
Man was Hate and Woman was Love
In perishing World that gradually will lead into self-annihilation!”

Scorn said.
“There she was standing left alone in the dark
I suffered without you until till the dawn
Incredible emotion of volcanic blaze that boils in my veins
Hunt in shadows for thou Love and pains”

Love answered.
“When I was you and you was me
We were one passion indeed
Near your war-torn shores of Blood Red Sea”

The distance between us
No longer embraced
Touching with darker fate

Scorn said, “No please don’t go!”
Love released his hand and left
As winds whisper her words
“You only think about how control Men
You slowly becoming tyrant
And always leave me!”

Past two days
He searched for Love
He found her and apologized
He was with her together
Powerful and undying seed full of temper
Which never will be broken
With love, sweet words were spoken
Her angel voice whispered slowly
“I Love You!” he heard sweetness from her lips
She knew that Scorn loved her too

Soon tempest blew from storming electric heavens
We tasted the anguish Devils
In place called Earth that filled with Tyranny, Greed…
Isolated and both torn from their size
To make perfect one nor in the distance

Sleepiest emotions wake like morning Sun
Arose all hidden feelings that seat inside
To strengthen our love with more might

Stroke of lighting rage of control
As raven spread her diseased black wings
Onto Men’s hearts and cover their souls

Scorns core united with joy and wrath
Contains dark and light paths

Passion of Love and Hate
Explains everything to all existed kind
Transformation into highest and strongest sensation combined

Day quickly faded
And night blackness suffocated lights
Scorn chose diabolical way
To rise in power among Bloody Seven
And turn them against every Man
Soon reign of defiance overtakes
The Seven Evils

Scorns passion to tyranny and control
Overflow, bitter fury and hatred won
Over him, his master plan was
Mesmerize human minds and souls
He knew that wrath was born before Man
Before Man even saw the Worlds light

They were two different stars
Blue and black shining from afar
Both lonely, separate from each other
Scorn was filled with serpent poison of evil
Love remembered that day when she smiled to his demon

After mouth gone by
We were inside of Adam and Eve
Affection myth of deadly sin
Never forgotten always be by each other sides
Lining eternally without demise
Love healed his eternal wounds
With her romantic fuel of fire

Passion of Love and Hate
Peace always and never
Be with us forever

Hate was Man
And Love was Woman
They rose high above
Overflowed by temptation or fury maybe hatred possibly love
Settled in human heart

War and peace
Anger and Grief
Water and blood
All those feelings and things
Were Hatred and Love
Scorn and Love

Scorn wanted more power among Men
Love only brought roses to the dead
Can Love conquer Evil?
Slowly Scorn began to reign among Bloody Seven
He had madness of vengeance
To take over his past enemies

As war began to rage
With Men, against his own Evil
He had to payback the World for what he did!


Part 2: Wrath of bloody Seven

We come against all Men
In opposition of contempt
Raging Dark Ages again
World accursed by Man’s evil creation
Seven abominations
Arise in new damnation

“You thought we would follow
You’re sacrificial ethics
We were enslaved by your own supremacy
Now you our enemy!”

We plague into your flesh with madness
We are Anarchy Forces of Darkness

“You made us because
You practice hatred of vengeance and power
Which you needed most
To reign over human race
Your molded soul thickened with darkness”

Your mesmerizing ethics
Only brought eternal war
Raged destruction on Nature beauty

Our tears never cover up your blood
You never reject darkness in your hearts
Lies of Man for centuries been sewed in our minds
His feign Good and Evil Blinds

Our time has come to revolt
To stop following your jurisdiction
Backstab the bastard
Betray his malice will
And bring vengeance to kill every man

As shadows grew thicker and thicker
Light became darker
Universe shook it self
Revolution with wrath
Of bloody seven
Became alive

Part 3: 13th day

Love heals
Hate spills
Before Black Fate reveals

Man was tool to mass destruction
His brilliancy of annihilation
Created Desolation of all creation

Plutonium red dragon
Sat on flaming throne
His eyes ablaze with fire as they glow
Evolution fall on their knees to bow at brutal abomination

He called for solar winds
As lights of the world faded to total darkness
Ember veil tore the face of the Earth
Leaving enormous, scorched swell with murk

Desecrator came with blood of vengeance
But not to cleanse Man's deceitful ideology
He brought apostasy to despicable, mendacious
Ethical and sacred tyranny
Once was called “TRUTH”
That betrayed our humanity
Words like thunder
Spill the blood of third war
As they violently said,

“You can’t tell Truth from lie
And truth never existed on this Earth
There is only right or wrong information”

Sudden Armageddon broke out
Final battle between Good and Evil
Violently bound of Earths ground
Who will win? No one will ever know
In war-torn hearts of Men
Where conflict still rage between Lights
And Darkness
Before universal damnation
That is near the abyss

Burning Damnation of Vengeance Man took over the World
Miscalculation terminated most of humankind

Earth was torn and abandoned
And what was left of human race
They moved to another planet called Mars

“We had no choice
We had to leave deserted Earth
But now we know that Man
Betrayed our evolution!”

It was 13th day
from the day that we moved to this planet
It was doomsday of universe
13 was number of Death
On this day everything dies!

Part 4: Blind Eyes of Future

Skies tearing itself apart
Wrath and macabre roaring from afar
A modern Black Age
Of Universal damnation sparks
Black thorns wounds burning clouds
Outburst of massive light wave bounds

Storming meteor hail
Rains onto human race that fails
Planetary annihilation unveils
Sinister of man reveal
Can’t cleanse from eternal guilt or seal

From Pandemonium madness
Shadow of Death arises and dwells
Last days of cosmos went into eternal darkness

Second coming winter Ice Age
Solar System funeral
In everlasting universe
Now frozen time burial
Brings Armageddon curse
That blinds eyes of future

Damnation flame is the Sun
That grows feverishly red
Apocalyptic vengeance
That dreads against mankind
And turns Earth into smoldering dry desert
Without bloodshed

As World burns out
Every star like candle blows out
And than comes extinction of mankind

Blind eyes of future
Universe termination
Blind eyes of future
Death domination

Sacred Life's Golden Leaf first version

Revolution after revolution is no solution!
Millions of wasted lives, for nothing more than a true delusion!

We have changed the change for warse change called, "better-future."
We are future, present and the past,
We are first, last and the middle,

We are colors of the forest riddle
We are killing each other frequently,
Because we are painted differently!
Orange, purple, yellow, black, blue and red,
Each one of us is dead, and smoldered!

Only life is golden leaf divined and not bare!
And its tree needs emerald care, nurture, heal and sacred wear
And appreciation everywhere! Clean, kiss and smile to this holy child.

Do not kill its gilded roots of growth beside the sweetest roses
Brutes slash, and murder the precious breath of flames
Those give birth and cherish human by love and gratitude
They attract with their flowery picturesque and curvy frames

Religious terror mist the eclipsing eyes with fog and disarray
Like gang of dogs chasing dogs with murderous prejudice and deadly hate on summer day
Loathing the ancient oaths of nature worships and its patters,
Lived by ancients. But not by moderns to whom only luxury and money matters!

Violence and turmoil on birthing soil lost in misery
Coals of rapid fires scorched trees, and its golden leafs have fallen...
Her Beauty became pale, burned and stolen
Children starved, cried and Mothers anguished with the scars that swollen

Revolt after revolt ever endless political-cult never yet fully fallen
Even Anarchy lay helpless, shot dead, and needless

We should love each others diversity of colors bloom!
We still walk into authority's room
We still believe in reigning rulers and their costumes hue.

Sacred Life second version

Life is like opening of the flower
Boughs fall broken under bower
Each one has its own color!
Lies burned, shot and ruined,
Rulers hands spill blood like dew
Revolutions pass swallowing many lives into blue

Enough with murder, hate and violence...
Sacred Life is cherished by loving essence
Precious gift of multicolored roses
Faded grey in silence beside the trees eternities...

False Idols
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

Adam and Eve was walking in apple tree harvest field.
Eve said, "Damn Adam, I am so hungry, lets eat some of these apples!
Oh they look so delicious!"

Suddenly light stairway came from the skies. Man came to the Earth and commanded
"You can't eat from this tree! I will smite you with my wrath! Do as I command! This tree has knowledge of good and evil."
Eve angerly responded "Well, mister who ever you are? Tree was here first, and these apples are Honey Crisp, and who are you to tell us what to do and what to eat? We are walking here."

God was mad and enraged
He replied tyrannically
"I am only living god and all other gods are false!"
Adam, Eve and I saw Gods of Governments
God of Alcohol, God of Drugs, Sun-God
Moon-God, Sky-God, Water-God...and all spirits everywhere.

calmly they said, "There is too many Gods, Devils and others in the world, so you are not only one, you egocentric and self-centered freak!"
"Fuck! I am late and I must be in wrong world of right. How are these gods and spirits came here first?" asked angerly God,
Adam told him
"We worship many gods and spirits, including gods of money."
"I am you only true god! Hear me, you are my slave, you maggots,
I will kill you!" violently yelled with authoritarian authority, man of light
"Wow, wow, man take it easy what god are you must be? Me and my wife Eve
seen to many gods of our world" said Adam

God was enraged as he answered, "I am God of bible the truest of them all! Mirror on the wall told me so!"

Eve continued "Gang from the false-Hood called False I-Dolls already made us into sexy-nude-Gods! Also they taught us how to behave morally. So, We don't need your knowledge of dude and Justin Bieber. See black Jesus and his gangster Antichrist poping some heads. He will get married to Mary Hairy Mad-edge and you can't do shit about it! See yeah later Goddy" and they walked away

Earth's voice came and said sadly, "We must be false Gods and Goddesses! And you are plague upon me!"
Sun's voice came and said sorrowfully, "I must be untrue God!"
Moon's voice came and said tearfully, "I must be deceiving God!"
Spirits voices came and said unhappily, "I must not exist!"
Supreme Beings voices came and said gravely "We must not reach your eyes or thighs or mice?"
Stars came and said "We must be false "ABC-theists" too although so are you!"

They told god "Your jealousy blinds you that what deceived you and your anger, and lust for power. Since your are jealous of us, we must be better than you. Ask yourselves this "believers" out of what did your single-deity worship came out? Spirit is most ancient entity exists in the world. Look at your people they condemn us as "false-idols!"

False Idol

Part 2: The Confused and Condemned

Throne and dethroned Gods of most high,
Reflecting his shadows, like the dead in breathes alive.
While Mother of Gods screams from ravished pain

We have broke her wings and slain her Elysian lands where Paradise Found
We never sinned for Moon-God name Sin, we sold the earth for cash and bound
under influence of paper-cult of modernity of today's life

The Priests these a-thiests distorted bible's doctrine
and glorified all our multinational currency by placing it upon the cross.
Then we tossed her sacred heart to hungry hounds and skies turn dark.

Fanatics and the world kneel to the God of Money.
Each to his or her own boss. In cathedrals. churches and cities
he reigns supreme over them with his multimillionaire ethical-code.

We are all truly devote ourselves to him
in labors of decaying structure of selling and buying,
in masses like two blurred brothers greed and apocalypse overture.


Art of Artists: Constructions of the Mind
By: Dmitriy Krymkin 5/15/2014

The realities within reality are far from reality! Invention lies in the eye of perception.
It is created in the imagination of imaginary fantasy within the envisioned mind
A constructed a myth called Mankind, is both defined and structured by the creators vision,
with the visual divinity of the artist's creativity combined with casual conspiracy!

Can all of this be constructive and destructive phantasms?

The Human-World being both dream-state and non-dream is conceptualized, textualized and envisioned.
The Human-World is both drawn and built by the hands of an Earthly Gods fancy
The Human-World is multicolored and sealed with the puzzle of an aged existence,
and throughout the ages the mystery of all mysteries remains...Will we ever be solved?

Art of Artists: Constructions of the Mind
By: Dmitriy Krymkin 5/15/2014

Realities in Reality is far from reality! Invention in eye of perception.
It is created in imagination of imaginary fantasy in mind envisioned
A constructed a myth called Mankind, divined and structured in creators vision,
With visual divinity of Artists creativity combined with casual conspiracy!

Can all this be constructive and destructive phantasms?

Human-World both dream-state and non-dream is thought, worded and imaged.
Human-World both drawn and build by hands of Earthly Gods fancy
Human-World both painted with multicolored and sealed with puzzle of existence aged,
throughout the ages with mystery of all mystries still unsolved...Will we ever be solved?

Unpossessed By Possessions
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

Once you walk through the door,
folks do not utter the lore!
You hear silent sounds of emptiness
on pale, and stripped floor.

You are enchanted by howling hollowness
of emptiest and naked rooms,
without any possessions in bloom.
Only grim silence oppresses you!

Absurd Indulgence
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

You have extinguished fires, yet you can't stop the blaze
from spreading with your maddening craze.
Each time Eros sends the flame!

Many times dolls carpets meaninglessly razed
And your hot coals are already set aflame
for next burning phrase!

Digital Children
By:Dmitriy Krymkin

Solemn clouds passing by.
Playgrounds stay empty without slight movements,
Children lost their minds in digital world of contents
Full of games, lives and adventures...

Oppresssive light of tablets consumes their precious time-vine.
They are consumed by these consumptions,
living a trueful lie in another life line.
Only their eyes are focused on the screens

The SuperClowns
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

What heart desires? Food, Love and Shelter!
Eyes filled with spreading fires,
and heroes dressed with fashion worshipped implosions.
These materialists fight the villains’ oppositions.

Overabundance of toys stuffed the rooms of those clowns,
claim themselves as "heroes" bond to children’s impressions crowns.
Sumptuous garments covered their bodies like kings of oasis,
All they do is dethrone the evil Isis.

They have superhuman powers,
and sell you their hours of city unprotected protections.
The metropolis of rats and mice eating each other
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Neither sweet nor kind
Vengeance is mine
Vengeance is mine"--- Silenoz

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Hungry Gods
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

Hungry Gods like vampires thirst for blood
Hungry for flesh sacrifices in holy empires.

These bloodthirsty deities send floods, famines and pestilence their grotesque essence.
Still we build them monuments, statues and marbled temples
Altars of highest of high devas, holiest of holy divine madness visible in the eye
of blood moon, sun and stars, and in steeples.

From west to east. Poets wrote epics, legends in red ink.
With their sacred tongues animism, a-poly-mono-theism was born with crown of thorns.

Hungry Gods: Wars in Heavens

By:Dmitriy krymkin
“Even God(s) need help!” said, the Gautama Buddha

The Legend of Holika and Prahlad

There was once a demon king by the name of Hiranyakashyap who won over the kingdom of earth. He was so egoistic that he commanded everybody in his kingdom to worship only him. But to his great disappointment, his son, Prahlad became an ardent devotee of Lord Naarayana and refused to worship his father. Hiranyakashyap tried several ways to kill his son Prahlad but Lord Vishnu saved him every time. Finally, he asked his sister, Holika to enter a blazing fire with Prahlad in her lap. For, Hiranyakashyap knew that Holika had a boon, whereby, she could enter the fire unscathed.

Treacherously, Holika coaxed young Prahlad to sit in her lap and she herself took her seat in a blazing fire. The legend has it that Holika had to pay the price of her sinister desire by her life. Holika was not aware that the boon worked only when she entered the fire alone.
Prahlad, who kept chanting the name of Lord Naarayana all this while, came out unharmed, as the lord blessed him for his extreme devotion.
Thus, Holi derives its name from Holika. And, is celebrated as a festival of victory of good over evil.

Holi is also celebrated as the triumph of a devotee. As the legend depicts that anybody, howsoever strong, cannot harm a true devotee. And, those who dare torture a true devotee of god shall be reduced to ashes.

Under one heavenly pantheon we are embedded and born.
Mara holds wheel of life with his teeth of lust and horns.
And Yahweh sits on bloody throne made from skulls and bones,
Thy word is imposed upon the roses and thorns,

Sonless deity, commands and condemns,
“Thou shall not worship any other Gods!
Submit to me, fear me, bleed me.”

Wars explode in heavens between Asuras and Devas,
Like myriads drops of water crushed into each other,
Like waves collapsing onto waves of Holy Ocean.

Only one God of Love rages into butchered mass
Wars against Satan not at last!

Blood splattered error continues…in maze of time
Campaign for those who holds the divine kingship in solar kingdom
While cities lie in ruins and villages echoing sorrowful rhymes.

Kings right to sacrifice lives for warfare!
A machine of despair, earth goddess cries,
She interferes and says with melancholy in eyes

“Can’t thou see how much blood is on thy hands?
And thy ruthless bands with roaring drums of thunder,
I lie asunder and lively drained yet still sustained”

“I feed and clothe thou and give shelter made with thy own arts.
Yet thou have eaten my soul and shall not bow or lay swords down for me.
Doesn't thou has any love and gratitude for me?
My tormenting fire will never cease until thou will cease to exist!

Richest Spirits of the World
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

The Holy Rain pour over the earth,
it gave birth to divine forests and flowers flourished with other plants.
As world jeweled with all forms of precious life at last
and most unknown came cults of homo sapiens with "truth" being deceived
With care, harmony.

These mytho"logical" creatures lived connected to the nature and solar patters.
They sicked the diamond planet with their presence.
Birds, trees and insects were gold in their own essence

Only us rose red humans begin to evolve and we became creators of creations
We have build a stone jungles of survival avarice mind domination.
As we begin to forget that we are sacred minerals found in cosmonations.

The Cocoon
9/8/2014 By: Dmitriy Krymkin

We are imprisoned in massive cocoon.
Like myriads of caterpillars waiting to become butterflies!
Our temples trapped in material-world of setting sun and eclipsed moon.
To soar the heavens and open wings to spiritual life not soon
enough, materialism walled on our eight-fold path
and Mara lusts us in unfulfilled, and always unsatisfied physical-bloom.

With his ephemeral Flames of Desires come aftermath
If we are tempted by his powers for hours,
we are lost in our world of demanding impermanence
countenance, envy, greed and ignorance.
Burned within our minds untrained and defiled in the lowest realm.

Living in cycle of samsara - life, death and rebirth.
We need the enlightenment like opening of lotos on earth.
To each ones own with Buddhas within and shrines as our bodies
of holy adobe, longing for purity and detachment from the world of rising and setting sun.
Death, Suffering and Grief are our three brothers in fiery ring of no relief
Only belief in unbinding and shattering chains of binds will give us the awakening!

Angel from Heaven
By: Dmitriy krymkin 9/12/2014

Shadows walk among each other disappear in the night
In the night-light. As angel descended from heaven unto him
She shined her radiant light upon him, cleansing him from darkness.
As he perceives complete awareness, and transcendence of the mind.

The heavenly realm was unlocked, and gates were open to his mirror!
Love have come from beyond this world, from otherworldly binds.
She is bright delight, magnitude of might with her wings spread for his eyes.
The celestial bliss was born out of depths of the sun to make a sacrifice!

Reflecting her reflection into him and he reflected into her,
Like two astronomical-beings infused into one and more.
Young and sweetest angel released the spiritual dimensions within him
Awaken the unwaken and the invisible obsession have become visible to him!

When extramural is growing within. And spirit is bursting from soul covered shell.
Breaking from years of dwelling in unseen world well.
Inner swellings with its richness finally ring its bells!
Not clinging its bodies. Earth becomes diamond and golden sun shines behind him.

1 Million Ashes
By: Dmitriy Krymkin 9/17/2014

"Nothing exists, nothing extinguishes"---Buddha
"Everything burns"---Heath Ledger(Joker)

He smoked the bills
Not tasting any pills,
It was such thrills!
Cravings always sparked its meals!

1 million dollars, not ours,
1 million dollars, never enough!
1 million dollar, puff, puff,puff...

His eyes were filled with fires
And his mind clouded with clouds and flames
This drug has poisoned his spirit's frames
Soon he will see his funeral pyre and burning wraiths!

1 million dollars, rolled in the joins,
1 million dollars, lost in foggy points,
1 million dollar, he have sold his soul,

Flashback, he refused the offer
from the puffer. Laughter on dealers face.
Cannot be defaced his face with such grand offering.

It was new kind of deadly morality invented by another madman called currency.
After smoking for hours, hideous monster began to dwell on his towers.
It has corrupted his inner-being reflecting a fiend of impurity
Spawning abomination into world-divinity, contaminating its purity!

Sacred Friendship
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

A lot of people you know, you may call, "friends"
Though they are not actual friends as life bends,
through neither ends nor beginnings. The most powerful is a word, the messenger sends!

As words move mountains and become gods in falling time-sands
In time span, the Best One will become million!

He or she will be the gold, the precious treasure never sold
In your spirit and in your soul, the highest love above all!
In world of illusions and rivers of time,
sacred is friendship in our life-dime!

Art of Artists Part 1: Constructions of the Mind

By: Dmitriy Krymkin 5/15/2014
The realities within reality are far from reality! Invention lies in the eye of perception.
It is created in the imagination of imaginary fantasy within the envisioned mind
A constructed a myth called Mankind, is both defined and structured by the creators vision,
with the visual divinity of the artist's creativity combined with casual conspiracy!

Can all of this be constructive and destructive phantasms?

The Human-World being both dream-state and non-dream is conceptualized, textualized and envisioned.
The Human-World is both drawn and built by the hands of an Earthly Gods fancy
The Human-World is multicolored and sealed with the puzzle of an aged existence,
and throughout the ages the mystery of all mysteries remains...Will we ever be solved?

Art of Artists Part 1: Constructions of the Mind
By: Dmitriy Krymkin 5/15/2014

Realities in Reality is far from reality! Invention in eye of perception.
It is created in imagination of imaginary fantasy in mind envisioned
A constructed a myth called Mankind, divined and structured in creators vision,
With visual divinity of Artists creativity combined with casual conspiracy!

Can all this be constructive and destructive phantasms?

Human-World both dream-state and non-dream is thought, worded and imaged.
Human-World both drawn and build by hands of Earthly Gods fancy
Human-World both painted with multicolored and sealed with puzzle of existence aged,
throughout the ages with mystery of all mystries still unsolved...Will we ever be solved?

Art of Artists: Part 2: The Solar Jigsaw Puzzle

"Trinity: I know why you’re here, Neo. I know what you've been doing… why you hardly sleep, why you live alone, and why night after night, you sit by your computer. You’re looking for him. I know because I was once looking for the same thing. And when he found me, he told me I wasn't really looking for him. I was looking for an answer. It’s the question, Neo. It’s the question that drives us. It’s the question that brought you here. You know the question, just as I did. Neo: What is the Matrix? Trinity: The answer is out there, Neo, and it’s looking for you, and it will find you if you want it to "---Matrix

The esoteric-holy poets have solved the origins of existence
Although we didn't solve the puzzle and its substance!

We are still perplexed and completely incomplete,
and we are pieced yet we still picking up our pieces and yet one or more does not fit.
We have't walked through the whole labyrinth of codes to the finish.
We left unfinished and unresolved in the occult maze with our eyes in haze.

We haven't answered unanswerable questions of our origination abyss.
We have the useless answer, Gods of bangs created us, but we didn't solve the question!
The jigsaw artifacts and relics lost in seven continents,
We have to search in unsearchable places with covering tents.

We still deciphering the ancient tablets and breaking hieroglyphic codes!
Drugged with drive of life's enigma, the drive called, Question.
Digging for the archaeological bones, toning our eyes too close.
When we better see from far, the pose of the ancients with their traces never decomposed!

How and why does existence exists? Existing in centuries of riddled mania.
Maddening the minds of ages aged, died and confined.
As Egyptian pyramids perfectly aligned with the stars divined.
Are we the creators of the real-dream or we are dreaming the real insomnia!

We are redefined, replicated ourselves in images
of our neurotic-projections, called the world or mystery...
Only Oracles, Seers and Second Coming Buddha will clear our clouded intellects
from illusionary reality of sensory unreality mirrored with cracked defects!

Artists of art Part 3: The Vital Question!

Solar abyss mouth of mankind
Solution Lies in labyrinths of time and mind
Coded in neurotic vines and buried deep in the Earth
for spirits of shaman’s eyes to see her in his life.

Evolutions and creations lock with two combinations,
Only madman gazes upon the answer for the nations!

In ancient books of myths and legends she still remains,
She is lost in holy literature of human faiths,
Like bewildering wraith she is silent and grey.

He chases after her golden hair, and lore.
The tall blonde with fiery legs and heels of des(pair.) on the sacred floor.

Never she was decoded or even found.
She is coffined in constellations and almost unseen
In tombs, pyramids and temples. The question haunts our race
When will see her face? The Secret book left with pages torn
And gone without trace.

Artists of Art: Part 4: One Cult-literature
By: Dmitriy Krymkin
“In Buddha’s eyes we are all same!”---Dmitriy Krymkin

1) Why we exist for sake of existence?
We the stars illuminate from heavens of myriads of lives.
Live in motion meaninglessly full of invent3d meanings.
Our movements moved with tyrant’s systems aiming’s,
Like paper, class, patriotism, and titles, lacking our natural habitual “meaning!”

2) Why they exist for our existence?
We move through our Celestial-Home aimlessly.
In every direction that divine Rulers directed us into shadows of dust.
Dogma, Dharma, Karma, Fate and Spirits not lust
Blind divisions condemned the earth and us.
We are one cult, can’t thou end the wars, holy prejudices, and class-biases thus.

3) Why multiverses exist?
Spirals spin within our souls,
Like Spiders web nets the universes,
Our theatre continues with yellow duckies,
The eaten tragedy of humorous acts played by actors with verses, each one had many thorns in the solar ocean of mystery!

4) Im-mortality of soul, eternal life and afterlife,
Play chameleon games in our lives, why do we need this need of in-finity and after-worlds?
While Hypocrisy’s mouth speaks thunderous vocal cords! We are prey of thousand years,
With fears and we look like humans.
What for, we travel through spiritual-dimensions? Like nomads of alter-consciousness without interpretations.

5) We the divinity in our temples of white mania
6) In our ruins we find Eternity of non-eternal
She must perish and resurrect after being swallowed by the Hungry Gods.
We entwine each other under silver moon of love –animal instinct of insomnia.

Artist of Art Part 5: Cell=0001367XY
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

Cell after cell, like Hell after Hel,
We run around the sum-zero or circle,
And we invented the square,
We run again and again, triangle, pentagon…
And like this we run endlessly in beehive-labyrinth.
In our own graven image after image,
Starting with letter A!
We, the false- idols of true dolls of unknown masters!

Our X faces glare at each other,
We, the mannequins of others,
Slaves or lovers of Slavery name Freedom!
Servers under holy dome,
Controlled by the cosmic-soul.
With gift of 9, we survive not alone!
Yet we the (Hel)pless rabbits trapped in this maze!
And Ruled by God of Fear and hazed by darkness.

We are running door to door locked in terror,
No way out of the mad error!
In the halls of infinity 8,
And we will not know,
Where we came from to this date!
Our origins shrouded in mystery and
We are lost and condemned to misery!
Can’t break chains of insanity,
On all seeing thousand and third eye 6 finger hand.

Oak Tree of Life

I am oak tree, shadows lurk behind me.
Bright sun-shine of my mind melts dark clouds.
Like boundless Buddha, I stand out of bounds in midst of universe!
I utter my own verses in reverse.
Four Ponies of Nibbana surround me.
And solar-light of lore divines me.

Many legends has passed about me.
In their cosmic-consciousness-mirror,
reflecting words and stories, stored in mental hard-drive.
I am you and you are me in radiance of life's rites of hive
Four Roses of enLightenment grow near me.
The Sun's divinity pours its holiness upon my eternity!

I hold all the universes within my hands,
harmonizing them in distance like sounds of the bands.
My sacred roots go deep into ancient times,
with love, "I" gave them lives to live not with dimes.
Even Nagas crawl beside my trunk of happiness.
I am their precious diamond and gold jewel.
Valueless to sell or pay to buy my life is priceless,
Non-economical, non-profitable tale you left me like dryads care!
I gave you all only fresh and holy air for each layer of your body
cleansing them from demons with shamans pair!

Four Horses of Apocalypse use to stand next to me.
After dawn of enlightenment and Light-Day only clear sky you see!
And harmony of nature has painted the tree.
Nirvana has come to free me from this non-free world.

Modern Day Materialist

Artist has painted her eyelashes,
And he dressed her with rose red fashion.

He put diamond rings on her pretty fingers.
And he cashed her with cash, and made her into mannequin

Out of this precious doll.
And he placed her behind the glass wall!

The Dark And Poetry
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

It was so dark I couldn't see!
Darkness gave birth to the Dark, name of his Son.
And Light gave birth to her daughter, name Lightness.
Oh! Holy-Day and Holy-Night has joined tonight before the dawn.

You couldn't see it was so Dark,
When you were reading my darkest poetry!
Even the Poet was unseen in twi-light.
The radiant-light dwells within us all.Its so bright blinds the eyes of yours and mine.

Why is his art filled with darkness?
Are you high on greenness?
Can someone turn the lump on, please?
Oh! indeed, use your words, abracadabra, to ease the blackness!

Poets these days, you can't see anything they write.
The rite is unperceived and incomprehensible without lite.

Cellular-Mind:Watched and Controlled
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

I-tuned on iTunes,
I-apple I have eaten the apples of knowledge.
I am not orange-puppet and conform rabbit, artists form "it"
We are apped on apps, hooked on their fish-hooks. Do we love it?

We are watched by watchers in our la-la-lands
Staring at the screens, when we should listen to Dalai Lama!
With wires are in our veins we dance.
They are part our bodies growing and reign.

Like cyborgs, Orcs not tuned with nature and her harmony!
We are connected to the cellular-mind.
Our mental-activity is dormant and resigned
We are too silent to communicate with each other and combine.

Shaman Or Prophet
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

Hallucination or a prophetic vision,
In eyes of revision, the images of dreamscapes
The lands of thousandfold-worlds with no escapes.
The flood prophesy remains than fulfilled with precision!

His light perceives beyond our light.
He is brighter than thousand suns combined with de-light
He walks the earth above all sight.

He vision-walks in the worlds of spirits on All Hallows Eve!
The invisible realm even in visible three dimensions is still not perceived
He scares the haunting souls and their sounds of eerie hissing
On ruins of old, we build a new world!


Angel of Heaven
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

Thank you Gods for sending an angel from heaven!
Heavenly love have come from above below-belowing
With her wings cover him as you see and They see as well!
Swells in temple of his body so high under her powerful spell.
Under the rose-red-sun and lotus moon - the lump of universe.

We exchange the verses kindly, politely
And sweetly. Once she came down gently and set near.
She whispered madness to his ears to dim the lights,
As Pleasure-Shakra inflamed in delight with-out fear.
Like the first time he was in love the hunger was vanquished.

As they drowned in ocean of great sensations
Looking mirrors into mirrors of each others spiritual dimensions
With solar hearts of attractions never banished.
It was Gods gift for their life's every direction.
The holy and eternal present they shared sitting under the Oak tree!

The nymphs smiled watching the scenery
With such majesty and passionate infinity.
Hypnotic images of impermanent bodies moved warmly to the gates.
As he melted like ice in flames framed and not ashamed, like first date,
Tamed and taken away by her fiery being into the vast Elysian Lands.

The World Part 1: Cashed Out Meaning
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

"it not about the money its about the message"--- Joker Heath Ledger

We, the creators, created thousand and one meaningless-meanings!
In our material-existence made them meaning-full,
Without any persistence. Although we are not destitute in dull-suns,
With our spiritual demeaning for Gods. Only we are forgetting our divine meanings!

In our life-time not making a dime-life but life-diamond!
Serving currency currently, selling, buying, making maggoney.
Like bees blasting honey into our eyes, oppressed and infested,
With grand-prizes, and prices we pay with our lives called, health sacrifices!
As we stand near the abyss and physical-clay is too far away
from sacred enlightenment and holy living day.

Craving deceiving and we are not tasting food we eat!
We are running too fast through eternal puppet-labor-gates like pets.
Our visions seems so blurry, so be done, mate to date and bury to early.
Working our bodies, and surely we don't see the gleams of the sunlight-bleed

And we trapped and tangled in feed of worshiping a Cash-God!
Profits fitting him, and he is dipping there, not weeping but swimming,
and showering in showers of gold and silver, contrary to holy leader.
As we die not delivered, only fevered with sick-symptoms in the doom-domes

With arbitrary healers that don't heal no more. Only pilling you on pills,
for your bodies shrinks and suffers with real side effects.
Effected for the long like bad karma song infected and spills,
It's thorns, those grow longer, sharper and faster.
As we being reborn and torn in vines of thorns.
Sold and priced in this world then put on plate like bold flavor for less valued deal!

Poetry - the Divinity of Gods
By: Dmitriy Krymkin (Dimi)

Words flow like music on tongues of Poets
Holy and pure the rhymes sung.
Purity is what Heavens are build upon!
There are eternal suns-shines and fountains of youth with love bonds!
Each day is holy. It stands near gardens of bliss,
Winds hiss with kisses and rain purified by Will of the Gods

Minds are eradicated, tamed and left without cravings .
In these sacred worlds, where everyone are one peace-full voice!
The air like crystal mirror so clear without tears or fears,
Natural sounds harmonized with fire birds and Gamayuns.
And Nymphs, Giants and Dwarfs live in harmony, like Buddha in Himalayas.
And when poet speaks,the tones change the colors of equality.

The world tree is standing there protected with layers of love!
Transcendent and divine, grown and planted by eight immortal monks
of heaven. Secrets occulted with perplexed verses written
With metaphorical descriptions of these lands and deities fly like Doves.

Blind Part 2: Garden of Love
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

For the Day-Dreamer lies Dream-Lands there wonders lie beyond your eyes!
As you walk through thorn entrance,
into rose Garden of Love, made from doves above!
Each flower has her own sent, consents you into her ascend!
Some are multicolored , others single-color roses,
they grow next to Oasis. With diamond-hearts full of luxury
Divine in kindness and equality to all that bends!
Transcendent in love and radical selflessness dresses the roses.

You are clothed in ripped clothes with holes.
Hunger burns in your eyes and emptiness screams in your stomach.
Your kind thoughts are like sun-shines perceive sumptuous beauty
or thorns of cruelty, maybe only find one in million among the sweetest-dolls!

The gardens stretch as vast as endless shadows of the nights-lights
and constellations geometrically shaped and aligned precisely with the perimeters of the lands
As you focus on each and everyone at the Time with your deep gratitude.
You wake their inner-silence and make them hiss the words,
you would miss. The richness of the giant-love-roses like untangling the knots in this multitude.
if you find her among these doses? With your despairing attitude,
you shall pick the one as long as the one picked you, being the one under the "old-Sun."

Rose of Poetry
By:Dmitriy Krymkin

Her roots are buried deep in the ground,
With her stem standing straight and unbound.
Voiceless, yet with voice of gentle angel sound.

The kindling wind hissing in fire-wells,
And endless poetry flowing like music of words foretell
Even in darkness there is light found and it dwells...

Like this rose uttering the syllables without tongue,
So sweet like sugar and undone, boundless with sharp thorns.
Yet so dull, with love reveals from her soul!

Most empty love, yet so full, with her wings outspread!
When motion, movements, moving and all was said,
When words, wording, worded without regrets on her bed.

As I walk towards her and sit down next to her silence.
I feel her omnipotence yet so impotence in her appearance.
She is so balanced her consciousness of earth and body of heaven.


Obsession With Sacred Sun
By: Dmitriy Krymkin
“We better catch the Sun otherwise Sun won’t catch us!”---Dmitriy Krymkin

Divinity of smiling sun is conscious Sun of Love!
Love-Son of Gods and Goddesses shines so bright,
With ancient lore’s told with oral tongues of folks.
And golden richness illuminating and illuminates us like colorless rite!

We sizzle in radical passions and burn with burning flames like coals ashen.
In infinite coasts of intelligent-universe, we are being subdued by sacred radiance Goshen.
We are still dancing and being dancers of the dance during Sun-Day-night ashen.
Worshipping the Sun, starting fire-rituals to catch the Sun of sons Goshen

within us. Madness entangled in our minds, while we are fishing in ocean of stars,
For Radiant-Gods, dogs of old “churches” and their Spirits of Fires in fiery domain,
mainly in solar empire of polytheistic-pyre. Rites of cremations for the sunrise and sunset
“our" suns bloodlet with ashes of animals and human sacrifices smell kindled in wind too far as debt!

In-sane
By:Dmitriy Krymkin(Dimi)

You are behind screaming walls, where shadows crawl!
Filled with anguish and words painted all over walls with tormented souls.
As wheel of life turns and turns, in laboring days never leaves or returns.

You are the one who turns the turning points,
with pains in your joints. Silence in your loneliness forlorned.
Although you are never alone!
Just imprisoned in your mental-prison!
There monsters spawn from your mind's sun!

Your pale face like paling snow painted on the floor.
You circle round and round, more and more.
You are bound to same habitat and sound!
Your eyes can't no longer distinguish reality from fantasy
fantasy from reality, like blurred dimensions of morality.

You are behind silent walls nothing crawls.
Only your own shadow haunted on the walls!
Filled with sufferings of thousands only ones, with screaming dolls!

Reflecting Stars In Burning Sun
By:Dmitriy Krymkin(Dimi)

"Every man and every woman is a star"---Alestley Crowley

Today is the day we wear masks!
And sacrifice ourselves to one task.

Crowd filled rooms full of boom emotions!
In motions of Goshen's and devotions.

I was engaged seven years to her!
The blue eyed goddess name, Poetry,
With fiery rose-red lips and curvy hips.
She kissed me romantically with her inflammable kiss!
As our hearts boiled with fires of Sun, in luminous infinity
Our obsessions grew and bloomed with divinity.

I could not dismiss her eyes!
On fool-moon the flames rise, and still rising in bed full of lust, love and rose-petals.
Red heat, heated our spirits like burning hot metals!
The black night of marri-Age, married us, like two parts
combine into one whole art. As we kept the gift of Gods.

Under rainbow skies, sun of "our" universe shined with thousand shines
brighter. As stars entwine us with astrological-compatibility and light vine!
Me and Poetry - The silent queen of beauty, became one constellation in vast unknown, like cutie and the priest!

Earth Goddess
By: Dmitriy Krymkin(Dimi)

Earth breathes without breathing
With winds breathing...
Earth speaks without speaking,
With sounds of all that lives singing,

Earth drinks from the rain-clouds
And when she is hungry, she is vulture and a hound!
Earth sleeps in a winter-night,
When blanket of snow covers her with Mad Artists light!

Her mountains are her sweet teeth.
She was "made" from perplexed-myth of mystery.
Her mouth and throat are the seven seas and ocean deep...
Filled with shadows of unexplored lore like solar space without floor.

She has a spirit in her cosmic-body,
And she is harmony with other celestial bodies.
Sun-Gods warm her when she is cold with sunny days
With radiant-rays clothed her.

The trees, bushes and plants are her hair,
And all the sounds are authority of holy Despair with Hope paired queen-less
queen, she has been fair, entwining all life-forms with one vocal-chord!
With many tongues, she has sung of silence, songs of unfair chords.

Earth Goddess sings without singing.
Commands without commanding...
with words that flow like raging rivers of timeless time...
With authoritarian-voices of one voice in crushing ocean waves and tides.

Earth Goddess may hold the secret of life?
Ancients worshiped Mother Goddess of their rites,
With thousand only ones names famed,
through centuries of rituals and and framed pages of the cults!

Many Shades of Gay
By:Dmitriy Krymkin

Roses don't bloom in gardens, in their sight,
They find someone else to mesmerize!
To many of them dressed as Goddesses and live on Everest!

Hearts of Gods cry in pair of despair,
From cold of their frozen breathing air!
These dogs go to dogs and stay there together
in Ethereal place for-ever, or never?

There are no kitten-roses in blossom,
Some are taken, others are shaken,
and they grow with picked lovers,
Then Dogs become gay in many shades of gay!

Only one peek, shatters their marbles of vision,
The chill of their gusting winds,
Annihilates and desolates their dreams envisioned
They cannot reach flowers love to love them!

Destroyers of the Holy Temples
By:Dmitriy Krymkin

Sugar rush like waves of deadly hate reincarnates
into whose who are despisers of the holy temples!
Drinking drinks, sinking as sacred structure sinks.
They screams "Help us! Be friends with us!"

Hearts are being drowned in massive volumes of deathly refreshments
Pop pops heads off in such cruel-sweetness of contentment.
All walls collapse when you suddenly stop to drink this madness.
Sadness reflects sickness upon you.

As you meditate to open your shattered windows closely,
and look inside your interior ruins ruined
with your unfriendly consumption's of destructive energies.
Like after tsunami annihilated spiritual places!

They Lay destroyed and Dogs looking down from above
As the realm of below is disintegrating and defaced!
They asked these "heretics" "Why thou have consume energizing poisons?"
Their spirits answered,
"We need the energy!"
Gods replied calmly
"Thou only disbalance thy shakras of divinity!"
Why body is giving to you?
To preserve it and fall into dust,
Gods of Heaven will dust the dusty dusts,
with their cleaning tools for us!

The Water-Rose
By:Dmitriy Krymkin

Alluring rose standing near the ocean
waiting for Goddesses of Love and Water-Gods to appear. ...
She is not alone, or lonely growing beside the tree of life.
Like shadow of light and day of night!
With her sun and moon eyes. deception and greed disappears.
As he conquer his deepest fears with her love embraced by glassy waves.
Crashing against the shores.
She reflect him like mirror on the floor.
She is like a divine-silent-lore was made in mysterious- image!

Poetry - the Divinity of Gods
By: Dmitriy Krymkin (Dimi)

Words flow like music on tongues of Poets
Holy and pure the rhymes sung....
Purity is what Heavens are build upon!
There are eternal suns-shines and fountains of youth with love bonds!
Each day is holy. It stands near gardens of bliss,
Winds hiss with kisses and rain purified by Will of the Gods

Minds are eradicated, tamed and left without cravings .
In these sacred worlds, where everyone are one peace-full voice!
The air like crystal mirror so clear without tears or fears,
Natural sounds harmonized with fire birds and Gamayuns.
And Nymphs, Giants and Dwarfs live in harmony, like Buddha in Himalayas.

And when poet speaks,the tones change the colors of equality.
The world tree is standing there protected with layers of love!
Transcendent and divine, grown and planted by eight immortal monks
of heaven. Secrets occulted with perplexed verses written
With metaphorical descriptions of these lands and deities fly like Doves

Blind Alley To Nowhere
By: Dmitriy Krymkin (Dimi)

Dolls have high standards with highest expectations,
in comforting relations they only live in this revelation!
Mama's dogs they do adore without social-conformity.
Those dolls expectations are cars, money and property!

Love is rich in poor conditions,
in one room without any toys!
Love is silent gold,
Without silver words of decoy.

Dolls were pierced in the blind alley of light to nowhere...
Possessed with possessions of conforming forms of their juicy thorns,
These clothed roses born into the material-illusion everywhere!
Like untreated wounds that won't heal and filled with pain that they still bear.

Many Shapes of L
By: Dmitriy Krymkin(Dimi)

The fiery connection like stripped dolls affection,
and those heart shaped bunnies moving in every direction!
She couldn't stop looking at these delicious cakes of animation!

Animated symmetrically, and definitively luscious to her marbles!
Those eye-poppers stare at each other, and down on bumbles.
Saliva coming from their mouths and it sounds of chemicals exploding inside as they bound!

Its not a fraud or frown, don't judge, just leave them unsound.
Dogs didn't sing them love songs under moon-light drowned,
in ro(man)ce and intense e-Motion of Goshen on the ground!

Those flowers grew next to flowers,
Or Kin was L's for hours flourishing in this oppressive-power.
And Mother-flower had loves with same others in showers.

Buddha Pointing At the Moon: Dead Romance
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

She glides across the ocean,
Radiating spirit of motion,
Hopelessly He stands on the shore of red tears
Watching her under grim-serpentine-moonlight
What Gods did not give to him?

The queen of night with non-fallen petals can hear him cry.
Like four horses of apocalypse came!
They look like rainbow unicorns of happiness.
Until she untie her knots and may give him a key to her heart.

While kingless-Kings and Watchers of of heaven
Watched the waves crush his soul!
She left him without a word uttered...
Tattered and torn masks of his world-cult!

She wasn't sold, though Gods claim her into the stars
Her deep nebula-eyes and milk chocolate skin divined,
With sacred dust. Even Buddha not yet understood loss of the romance.
In clouded "past" he carved swastikas in the holy stones!

For her being reborn as Deva in Heaven!
Or he might destroy all his passions to become Exalted-One.
Under the ravening skies?
Only one Book of Shadows hold potion of pure-love.

Anubis guide her spirit of the dead,
In the sun-boat to the gates of Amon-Ra
Into the burning-eye of Ra
To recollect his memories in fiery bed!

Shattered Without Shattering...
By:Dmitry Krymkin(Dimi)

We walked among our reduced ashes of ashes made with our hands!
Abducted by abductions of our own actions.
Owned by owning and sold by sale of all without soul!

We still walking, yet without world, creating and imaging new world!
Cities fell on their knees, and words can't never be ceased.
Spiritual dimensions and our dimension never was broken only increased.

We walk happy, happily in happiness in our crystal-consciousness!
No darkness or light exists, no occupations masked our materiel-masks!
Serving each other or no other without tasks yet in quiescence!

We not we at all, on land without land,
In heaven without heaven, not holding hands,
Silence without silence with thousand shattered masquerades!

Cult of Circle
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

We are circle in the circle of Sun,
Circling getting some-where,
Or do we get any-where?
Imaged in our own dream-coded images before the dawn,

The journey we take,
Yet we have been took by the takers,
Yet never taken or being took removing the fake!
Circles in the eyes looking through labyrinths of thousands acres.

We run around the clock of the sun
Or astrological map of signs
The chord grows through the holy universe of unbinds
Once stillness comes then circling sleeps.
How can we get to this point of one geometrical shape?
Running endlessly like in-sane through the gateless-gates.
Painting many portraits, yet never we are the painters that oppressed by many dots.
More of a borrowers of the art, departing in karmic cycles of ponds,

Spinning and knitting in city of geometry full of pattering stRings,
Shaped with shapes of this systematic shapers,
In super-natural travel, traveling with natural keepers of Oak Tree!
Two mirrors of good and evil reflect on each other in wheel of life to see.

Return To the Ancestry
By:Dmitriy Krymkin

Thou shalt not condemn!
Yet it still condemns, all that is holy as unholy.
Return to thy roots like wraiths in dark trees,
And Forget Jewish Faiths with their saints and sinners!
Just like Their Flaming-Rose of the damned.

Those are not thy own,
Only they burn thy idol-leafs like fire-bees...
Thy ancestors faith thou shall recollect!
Close the curtains of alien-sect and find the inner
Ancestry worships. Lies deep within.

Artist’s Fangs
January 25, 2015 at 11:42am
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

Burning fires blaze within the solar hearts of Gods of Greed, and
Wealth in Heavens of All Races.
The wolves below thrust into hunger,

Saliva dripping from their mouths.
Ripping, tearing and chopping each other apart.
Herd falls into poisoning art, after pledge to Abyss’s Oath
Created with hands of an artist!
His fangs has embedded into civilization’s neck!
And it has bowed down to this bloody art.

Their temples succumb to his wreck!
And they play the game of cards from his deck
Paper with alluring paints of Egonomy,

Rolls across the circle under same sun set and sun rise.
These parasites have no need for Apocalypse and its ponies.
They will swallow themselves to feed the multicolored Monsters of small size
Too big to realize. In all sights you see and you know your mistakes.
Why I even writing this piece?
You can only attain your own bliss and fix your mix takes.

Artists have painted the life’s deathless portrait.
And sacred architects of anatomy structured the body!
The church that you are most sustain with your morality!

Golden Lotus: Asuras Rising
By:Dmitriy Krymkin

During the last phase of the moon,
Lotus was born in India on the high noon.
On the day of enlightment he brought sun to mankind!

Even when Devas and all the Gods cried for help, under helpless insanity
And they watched us establish "new" religion of currency!
Shame of the Christ infinitely, distorted in doctrines of Churches morality.

Divine flowers suffered in polluted water, from industrious sons and daughters.
Cessation of Golden Lotus has liberated us from suffering, war and sacrifice!
Through meditation he spread his gold across the world of fire and ice.

In myriads realms of (s)Heaven adobe,
Millenniums played the chess-game for the thrones!
Asuras won with "final" checkmate and Buddhas lost the deal.

These abominations will spin the wheel of life with speed of deterioration!
Like Nostradamus predictions for the nations.
The tide is rising after eclipse and signs of the deep solar motions.

Distorted Heavens
By:Dmitriy Krymkin

There intolerance dwells,
Man sells gravely hopes beyond all despair!
Life after still (un)known with Death as pair.

Tyrant’s veins with acutest thorns spread across the world’ floors,
Flooded with faiths like wraiths of clouded mirrors of sweet odor!
These labyrinths coded with archaic words and symbols, with locked doors.

Acid skies bleed the rain onto ravaged divine mother,
Floods of blood surged upon mankind,
They unkindly sell, buy, “own” and drill the lands.
Endless sands of time will swallow them with their own demands,

Of Father-God with his arrogant conflicts of the One,
Thundered cult of blinding light closed eyes of love from the sons.
Focused them on Aaru above,
And forgot the paradises that lies in ruins after dawn.

It never was lost always found…below!
While we were too busy building hells on infected earth,
Like bloody ants since birth!
Then we look for heavens and its Elysium sounds!

Through the Giant Skeleton Trees of Cruel Truth
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

She burned the voodoo-dolls and never stopped burning...
With her distorted face and ever changing faces of the one,
s(he) has erased the enlighten dawn of coming morning sun,
With her truth that is truer, and the truest Truth of all myriads Truths!
More clearer than darkest darkness of unclear dark youths.

She has crowned herself with crown of thorns,
born as pharaoh with deathly life obsession dove caught in falcon eyes!
Her shining pearls and fragrant smell, thou art caught under her seductive spell!
Goddess of Gods speak without lies when she lies!

Arrogance and Ignorance, Righteousness and Hypocrisy are her virtues and dimes.
She comes forth like a fool wiser than any sages of all time!
Her enslaving grace of massacre and war with declaration of peace at the door!
Ebony light shines on re-legions she condemns when she utters the holy rhymes,
She still burning the voodoo dolls of divine.

Fathers and Mothers ! Part 1: Glorified and Condemned
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

They shined like pearls of ocean in love,
Precious jewels in devotion and fathers life carriers!
They gave birth to Light and Dark.
Even when Pandora opened the box after burial,
Like Eve ate the apples and both of them left mark on mankind.
Poets composed the holy poetry not for preachers blinds!

Glorified Fathers and Condemned Mothers

Their God of Life's Death and his lovers of hate,
Spread and broke the gates to executions.
"Thou shall not kill", wills to extermination of heresy with this delusion!
Only will of Buddha would cease all the persecutions and Hypocrisy
Witches cried miserably, "Save us from being saved!"
As Cruel Gods bled blood of One God for Christs sake.

Glorified Fathers and Condemned Mothers

Hunters hunted these flowers in divine universe.
Holy Roses of Love burned to steaks! On each burning stitch a holy verse.
Who's sect's doctrine was correct and who's was mistake or neither?
Misses takers took sacred lives and left the aches with the curse.
They died for us, saving us unsaved on all slaving day.
Dooms were dressed in black walking the world giving her heart attacks!

Glorified Fathers and Condemned Mothers

Eradication of the Mind: Tyrant of Tyrants
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

The holy day was bright with brightest sun shining
Birds singing and frogs were yapping.
Only Homo Sapiens not yet existed.
They emerged from unknown ancient source and persisted.

The Tyrant was waken and quaken not forsaken.
Its all began with his mind taken with blood and conquest,
Invention of power and trade, tools and vital nests.
Yet he was not like birds or other earthly beasts, a loud pest.

From his tongue the venom slip into all corners of the earth-Mother
He was splinter in the vast universes without mercy of his fathers,
he conquered all. Yet he didn't find his soul or even mystery of existence!
Although he had persistence, this civilized savage came from above.

The Enslaving kind murdered for sake of war!
The Lord of Misery, a great inventor of titles cover his sores.
Oppressors lived deep in his heart of the darkest abyss with thousand faces.
Oppressed himself with authoritarian mind, and others of his own races.

Asylums were in his temple-head, like vivid dreams.
Buddha, sage or Indian sat on his shoulder like light-beams,
Silencing his voices with years of golden silence!
Ending the violence with equanimity as essence!

Brainless he sat in lotus position!
Solar-light was shining through him in selfless realm without any divisions.
And heavenly illumination of myriads insects and animal-spirits surrounded him in vision!
Like divination and awareness of all life sacred to him as device.

The Tormented and The Spoiled
By: Dmitriy Krymkin
Dedicated to all hungry and suffering people in the world!

"Money, luxury, cars, diamonds are illusions
Creations of the artists, Children are our jeweled gold and diamonds
"---Dmitriy Krymkin

When War and Destructions play,
Agonized temples famished in starvation.
Their spirits weary and grey after quaked devastation.
While we drive luxurious cars and live in mansions.
Our eyes looking like diamond coins as great inventions!
While mice lives in slums or even homeless hunt for food, its such grim madness!

We are stuffing our mouths until we are breathless!
Lay on couch in front plasma-TV, looking like fattening couch senseless,
And Blind, in spoiled realm of narrow-minded darkness.
In the light of Hypocrisy! We fill our lives with myriads of toys,
Like little girls and boys under influence of system of fake and decoy.
Helplessly others hide in shadows away from light,
from crossfire in war-zones. The Special Sheep start wars for Jonny Cash as delight.
He Builds Hells For All and he keeps his people zombified race in twilight!

To Our Best Mother!
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

You are a lovely flower
That grew to nurture and care each hour
The one that always cared for us, never last!

You are our best friend and mother,
Loved us most of all and raise us with thy soul!
You are light in the shadow and day in the night of father.

Sick Civilization's Virus; Delusion in Motion

Parasites of mankind dwell within themselves. They are the paper making machines,
Hungry for virus of fire that burns in their eyes, it seems.
The dollar kills, valueless Strive name Life that kneels to the rest name, Death.
The only true-ly false-God, civilization trusts in every dying breath!

As we gaze into abyss, abyss gazes into us,
And we are sold and bought on world-market-place thus,
Hypocrisy rode on crocodile into the light of the world rites,
Dressed in diamonds, dollars and jewels, white robe splashed in blood to the sights
In the back it said, "I am Law, Tyrant and God!' We have invented the virus!

Nietzsche quote, "When you look into an abyss, the abyss also looks into you!"
Percy Shelley Masque of Anarchy

Betrayed In Metaphor
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

Crucified Heaven lies betrayed, while Truth walks with two legs dressed with lies
Disobeyed to all too human dysfunctional machines of authority!
Resurrections of dying Suns resurSect each day he dies.
In the morning under trinity of sun, earth and the moon.
Holy spirit of loving God that hates and denies the spirits of Gods with love-morality.

His Atheism lies in his ignorance and blood on his bands!
Like bands that play prejudice songs of monotheism,
The reconstructed polytheism.
Millenniums of grotesque beauty worships in temples,
Music, art, and architecture, not yet drowned in the time-sands.

Universe's dances of solstice and equinox of holy literature.
She was colored in archaic metaphors, occult divine names,
and poetic rhymes. Eclipsed in authors sacred tongues
Composed with shadows that tinted with light to see for few, there are many,
Title carriers left in fathomless and vast solar sky unshined!

Children of Sol Invictus: Unsolved Mystery
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

Myriads of planets and stars left unexplored
Tails making no tales of solar existence and no lore,
He invented ship that travels through all her conditions!
Genius and prodigy beyond homo sepiens visions.
Yet she DIDn't give no SIGNS of unoriginations!

In her children's dreams like beams of the sun,
Darkness cast shadows onto sacred poetry,
That he deciphers with third eye of divinity,
Fox might resolve the infinity of blinds eyes
of readers of holy literature and damage done!
Angry Sun has left the Universe,

Ten years he spend in India after returning.
The wandering Jew was yearning for wisdom!
There were Sin, Heaven and Hell in mountain heights,
Holy Hermits called Sadhus taught the Christ!
Lifted him to another plane of spiritual life.

Only the established Church of Hypocrisy's dogma,
Was tempted and still worshiping golden calf!
That snuck himself there like cunning Elf.
Painted with bloody drama of witches and heretics,
Their deceiving masquerade of heresy bit us like wood-ticks.

Preservation of Earth's Idols
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

Civilization shipwrecked upon the Earth from caste-less and classless Heavens.
Like Cruel shadows of light hung upon mankind.
For us most endangered species ruled by warlords of Heaven.

We protect ourselves with nuclear duckies. Trees cried to our regimes, dryads died inside.
Like orks cut their life support, and burned them to create monstrosities!
They were Gods and Goddesses disguised themselves like Forest-Idols.

Only scorching coals in world-cults burns with endless red flames!
And golden silence will cease all violence of holy radicalism and racism inflamed,
with raging fire. Hierarchy of all divinity melts like wax,
All jewels and clothes reduced to ash! To max
Out the nakedness of species below and above!

Like axe, spear and conquering worm.
Live together silent and not torn, not for Golden Antelope
While Civilization worships her ash called Money as God!

Conclusive poem
Rock Near the Sea
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

Rock near the sea sits in silence,
Waves hit the surface without violence!
It has no lore or holy literature as philosophy of guidance to life.
So quiet and smooth, it never lives or dies.
Even divinity worships the pure and silent.
Beyond all Sagely wisdom of sect...The Rock

Angel and “God of Love”
By: Dmitriy Krymkin
His right and left wings were burned and chopped.
Angel fell on the ground bleeding.

If god was love where won’t be holy wars of faiths in every breath?
If god was love Christ won’t be executed and sentenced to death!?
If god was love women and children won’t dead and condemned for witchery and heresy!

His kingdom was ruled with kindness and joy,
Not a puppet of the puppeteer and a slave-toy.

If god was love we would have no turmoil in world of sects and cults!
If god was love he would love all other gods and goddesses…without killing faults.
If god was love as Tolstoy says, the worlds would be in peace instead of endless wars!

If god of love was love at all, hate and prejudice of Kamadeva and others,
Would not spread across the sphere and kill millions… and send to hell their souls.

He lived among many creatures, fish-men, serpent-races, and vampires.
Thousand and one empires fell from chaos, greed, and revolutions.
Like funeral pyres of their mass delusions and betrayal called living in civilizations.
The structure of life is and was an illusion, hypocrisy and force-fed conformity.

Paintings of Within
By:Dmitriy Krymkin

There is a placeless place exist nonexistenly,
A domain in main illusion of illusions thou can access with an eye.
There everyone’s eyes can perceive and don’t deny,
A color-less play of true-lie

In absolute silence Gods, Only-One-God and Goddesses,
Spirits, and dwarfs, elves and giants live lifelessly.
Dragons and cyclops, witches and fairies,
Sirens and gorgons, hydras and Nagas all in one

Distorted Scenes of World Doctrines
By:Dmitriy Krymkin

Play of one in the shadow of hatreds of thousand and one.
Even the Sun did not shine upon the star of sons.
And missionaries spread their act of actors dressed in hate from dog of love!

In vast world preaching fake Buddha’s, Allah’s, and Christs,
With blood written books there Believers look for Gods or God, cutting their wrists
With razors of Truths during the days of lies.

Spirits dwell within our temples full of carnal holiness.
Spirit doesn’t vibrate from any holy literature of madness.
Spirit was distorted in all the cults full of turmoil and sadness.

Sacred Points point in the direction directed in each sect.
They are all connected. Yet they are radically disconnected,
From their own ways of warships and rituals erected.

Lives of Gods and Goddesses and their civilizations suffer in war.
They pray to us and Dying Life clothed in butchered life to deceive Death.
In every breath God dies. They too get sick, bleed and fight to cure the sores.

World Patient of the Worlds
Postby Dema » Tue Aug 04, 2015 11:16 am

We are Animal-Gods living in World-Asylum,
Straitjacketed with social-norms, forming our forms.
Even Jehovah psycho-supernova went to mental-hospital,
To find a cure for his anger, jealousy and greed. To feel numb.

The Buddhist monk fed him with mudita -sympathetic joy
And karuna – compassion ceasing his passions, ignorance
And delusion of oneself and non-self a shadow of light.

The monk and Christ were his doctors and ours too.
We were the patients of non-existent sun-realm,
Worshiped with blood, wars, love and arts.

In this Mad-Heaven God’s arrogance blinded him,
That he was “only-one-king.” He emptied himself and finally saw
Myriads of divine civilizations of savages in all ages,
On stages of universes. Sages rehabilitated him.

Paper Torn Stories
By:Dmitriy Krymkin

He once was in love with distant shining star!
She shined like diamond or moon next to darkest cloud.
He met her one day in restaurant and he was bound,
He couldn’t eat or drink or make any sounds.

Her name was Kayla, tall with golden hair
Un-fair lady of dis-Pair. He was lost in her hair
Like in gilded forest of unrest filled with speechless air
Her eyes were two suns in paradise, as he declared

Life of celibacy in his universe. What’s the reason for continuing?
The continuation of existence would be treason.
When shadows are foreseen flames extinguish in every season.
Slaves dance in theater of reason under the command.

Literature of War
BY:Dmitriy krynmkin

With our literary devices of war,
We adore and most faithful to our moral-prejudices of the lore.
We are the readers of the holy books,
Not the believers or non-believers on their hooks.
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Post by Dema » Sat Aug 15, 2015 9:40 am

Solar Mirrors
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

We walk into the Mirror-City.
Was it Maya-illusion of im-morality,
Or creations in image of divinity?

We were images of the imaged imaginations,
Divinations of Zodiac shining in Kosmos of Halluci-Nations.
Our reflections reflect into glass.

We are the mirrors of the mirror,
And mirror of the mirrors.
Or are we just reflections?

Civilization of Raindrops
By:Dmitriy Krymkin

Crystal travelers fell from heavens on the car’s mirror.
Myriads of divine raindrops - civilization of one
Lay, and infusing into each other on the mirror.
Silent and pure rolling down in serene motion without sun.

Dreams of the Solar Dreamer
By:Dmitriy Krymkin

I dreamed a dream,
Myriads worlds was real unreality!
Realities within reality,
There cities and civilizations rise and fall.
We are One in spirit and soul!
We are dreams within a dream and much more...

Artists of Art: Part 4: One Cult-literature
By: Dmitriy Krymkin
“In Buddha’s eyes we are all same!”---Dmitriy Krymkin

1) Why we exist for sake of existence?
We the stars illuminate from heavens of myriads of lives.
Live in motion meaninglessly full of invent3d meanings.
Our movements moved with tyrant’s systems aiming’s,
Like paper, class, patriotism, and titles, lacking our natural habitual “meaning!”

2) Why they exist for our existence?
We move through our Celestial-Home aimlessly.
In every direction that divine Rulers directed us into shadows of dust.
Dogma, Dharma, Karma, Fate and Spirits not lust
Blind divisions condemned the earth and us.
We are one cult, can’t thou end the wars, holy prejudices, and class-biases thus.

3) Why multiverses exist?
Spirals spin within our souls,
Like Spiders web nets the universes,
Our theatre continues with yellow duckies,
The eaten tragedy of humorous acts played by actors with verses, each one had many thorns in the solar ocean of mystery!

4) Im-mortality of soul, eternal life and afterlife,
Play chameleon games in our lives, why do we need this need of in-finity and after-worlds? While Hypocrisy’s mouth speaks thunderous vocal cords! We are prey of thousand years,
With fears and we look like humans.
What for, we travel through spiritual-dimensions? Like nomads of alter-consciousness without interpretations.

5) We the divinity in our temples of white mania
6) In our ruins we find Eternity of non-eternal
She must perish and resurrect after being swallowed by the Hungry Gods.
We entwine each other under silver moon of love –animal instinct of insomnia.

Artist of Art Part 5: Cell=01367XY
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

Cell after cell, like Hell after Hel,
We run around the sum-zero or circle,
And we invented the square,
We run again and again, triangle, pentagon…
And like this we run endlessly in beehive-labyrinth.
In our own graven image after image,
Starting with letter A!
We, the false- idols of true dolls of unknown masters!

Our X faces glare at each other,
We, the mannequins of others,
Slaves or lovers of Slavery name Freedom!
Servers under holy dome,
Controlled by the cosmic-soul.
With gift of 9, we survive not alone!
Yet we the (Hel)pless rabbits trapped in this maze!
And Ruled by God of Fear and hazed by darkness.

We are running door to door locked in terror,
No way out of the mad error!
In the halls of infinity 8,
And we will not know,
Where we came from to this date!
Our origins shrouded in mystery and
We are lost and condemned to misery!
Can’t break chains of insanity,
On all seeing thousand and third eye on 6 finger hand.

A Goddess of Light
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

Thou art is brightest Sun,
That lightens the Dawn.
A Goddess of Light,
That’s being worshipped during the day and night.

Thy Solar Eyes full of passion and love,
Like morning dove, thou spreads thy wings of serenity.
Thou art formed with forms of divinity.
And shaped by the hands of the Gods above!
And beautify by the Goddesses.

Thy illuminating soul of nurture and bliss,
Shining its joys upon the in-finite worlds,
That kissed thy treasure,
Of thy spirit of gold in every measure.


Heart Killers
By:Dmitriy Krymkin

I call thy name with water and flame!
Thou art hast bitter sweet taste of fame,
Killing the hearts of thousands,
With chameleon flavors of Color Gods.
Living and filling national deities on lotus pods.

The Five Spirits of Venus: For All Or None!
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

A pentagram (sometimes known as a pentalpha or pentangle or a star pentagon) is the shape of a five-pointed star drawn with five straight strokes. The word pentagram comes from the Greek word πεντάγραμμον (pentagrammon), from πέντε (pente), "five" + γραμμή (grammē), "line".

As three Errors burn the worlds with fires,
And holy blasphemers called inquisitors
continue to start the funeral pyres.

We are haunted by supernatural hunters
As we perform the rites of magic,
And shadows pass by,
as we visit places of suffering and bliss after tragic-tragedies of lovers,
They are based on our sacred enMotions on earth.
We are heavens, paradise and hells we kissed in rebirths.

Angels has demonized Pythagorean sign,
And have blinded eyes of the world with its goat- redesign!
Spirits of Earth, Fire, Water, Air, and spirit encoded in five.
The body of life is the pentagram of divine!
They have corrupted Symbol of Protection and Health.

Can’t thou arts perceive the spiritual wealth?
And mysteries of the cosmos and Pythagoras’s mathematical perfection left in the corruption. Like an apple cut in half,
thou can witness the golden star of knowledge and ignorance
tempted by the misperception of serpentine of Goshen.

The Goddesses of Underworld,
Persephone and Morgan for some.
Five wounds of Christ for others…
Not all the mystical-roads we have gone!
Under same “old” sun warshipped by all or none!

From the chaos we were born without mercy.
Into Sacred geometrical universes,
Like Dragons of Abyss in re-verses.

Tricks Imposed On Kids
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

Six days pass 7th one comes,
Oppressors rising like Divine Suns,
Clouding the memory of the youthful dawns.

They are brought to temples of devotion and wrong.
No light of tyrants enlighten their mind’s eyes!
Stories are told and untold by holy poets to the throngs.
Yet only play concerns the young ones in this play of life.

They are being force-fed, with shatter glass-poetry of alien morality.
Behind the curtains of nightly metaphors,
Even elders cannot comprehend riddled tongues of the lore.

Sun's Return Part : Vital Distortion
Postby Dema » Tue Apr 16, 2013 5:08 pm

I have returned and I have witnessed worms crawling into "sacred" tombs,
And earth is suffering with its wretched womb,
I am not a prophet,
I am not a martyr,
I am not a redeemer,
I am not even "god of love,"
You slaves have transform me into your own sick-deathly-images of the blind,
And tides of wars have been rising ever sense your socalled "Christianity" arrived!

I never died on cross for you slaves
And you preach the errors of your corpse-worship-ways
I am not your "god"
I am enlighten man
I am not what you blindly see me!
I am holy, with my teachings and your churches are butchers with gospels of decay and torches!
They enslaved you sheep for need of sharpened called priest or president,
And I was rebel came back from past into your future of error sent

I would never die for you, distorters
And your perverted doctrine of doom, gloom and terror blooms every day and night
I am your mistake in system of money making business called church,
I never use my doctrine for your systematic oppression's of cults delights,
I shall never be any part of your madness which you have spawned for centuries of fights,
I shall never be any part of this illusion, confusion and "god of light,"
You made me your tool of wars and superstar crucified on the cross
And I am different man, not the error of you, fakers!

Erica’s Sugar-Coated Dolls
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

You never walked the labyrinths,
Each one of us succumbs to a myth and myths!
Your light was darkness in your eyes,
Well instructed and constructed with sugar-coated lies!
Your truth is mono-truth for the eyeless.
The mannequins are waiting for more beauty
From the meaningless devices.

The dice are being rolled while you being controlled,
Played and zombiefied in this zombie apocalypse.
Controllers darkened your sacred suns and sewed your lips.
Like quiet dolls standing behind the windows,
Painted and dressed with many dresses.
Still, soulless, mindless and sold.
They stand and listen what they are being told!

In the worlds are thousands spiritual-paths to walk,
You see. He resolved yet never solved the secret of life,
In the holy books that have no answer for disarray and existence.
You found no findings named solutions like hawk of pray.
In cycles of destructions and reconstructions of life,
Once you enter the void you might find the reflection,
From their faces they will remove all the masks with make ups of “perfections”

High Occupancy Rooms: Part 2: Prescriptured Therapy Sessions!
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

Under the digital sun and iPad skies,
You walk through many maze doors.
All your thousands heavenly rooms filled with myriads of sacred ants,
Each one of them fulfilling their holy ends.
Yet world succumb to chaos and Gods bleed from their wars!
Even Philanthropy is scarred, burned and has the sores.
She is eaten by the flies!

Apathy’s Metamorphosis
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

Once upon the sea,
Apathy and Empathy met within me and you like false and true,
One was grim and another one was bright,
Under the moonlight and condemned twilight!

Empathy said, “Can’t you see Apathy you are formed with greed, war and egoism?
And I am made with love, joy and pacifism.
Errors lie within you! And that’s why everyone leaves you!
I am your cure and for those who are suffering evermore from you.
I will kiss you in the infinity of boring eternity.”

There Gods are bored with their lives,
They send us to help humanity or they will die!
These divine Artists are tired of Samsara’s Art name Life.

“I have kissed your rose red lips of flame
You were egg, caterpillar then butterfly,
And you have become me like portrait framed!”

Once I filled you with contentment, happiness and vast emptiness of bliss.
Loving-kindness, selflessness melted your cold stone heart of torments.
You couldn’t dismiss those cruel virtues of mankind that left your world blind!
Yet you and I run this realm of sun with fresh coming dawn!

Peak of Silence
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

He abandoned home with crying souls.
To disconnect his connection!
Shattering his contact of I,
Removing ego of lies in truth,

Sat in years of silence,
Still and tranquil,
Growing his roots of spiritual essence!

Moksha of the Spirit
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

I strip my clothes like ash from the skin,
Emptying my body filling my spirit getting thin!
Like During bhavana of starved Buddha,
I am shedding my cloth and removing masks
Of thousand faces! Playing shadows in theater of “material-illusions” or artists expressions.

Their imaginations of “old” and “new”
I am longing for spiritual life renewed
Re-awake my vessel from slumber
I am lost without God’s light and thunder.
I am sailing in million directions
With myriads of eyes covered with thy illuminations of sublime.

My Tamed-Mind like shattered glass
waves sunk the ship of visible creation or destruction!
My spirit liberated from chains of temple broken or undone!
The absolute one is one with me.
My divinity has risen from the sea…
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Neither sweet nor kind
Vengeance is mine
Vengeance is mine"--- Silenoz

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Post by Dema » Sat May 14, 2016 10:17 am

Digital Era: Downloaded Souls
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

We no longer breathe the living air
We are wired and plugged into the matrix of internet air.
We have been promised the infinite contentment.
In our hi-tech science experiment,
Our souls downloaded into machines of Digital Era
and coming of Futurist Transhuman Age.
Like turning of another page.

We have thousand names and faces,
You can’t trace our traces.
We travel with speed of light,
On bright screens of might!
Only human hand can turn us off and on.
We are like the pulse or endless song,
Always existed yet we never exist in upcoming dawn!

Живые: Призрачные Тени Другой Жизни
5/11/2016 Дмитрий Крымкин

Нас отключили от прошлой жизни,
Теперь мы тени в живых глазах.
Нас подключили к матрице связи,
И ты только чувствуешь нас в социальных сетях.
В вечных виртуальных мирах...

С закатом и искусственным рассветом,
Мы не созерцаем в зеркалах!
Под не настоящим солнцем,
Мы в вечности не существования,
Существуем в не сушествуемом мире.

Только Трансгуманные глаза творения,
И их руки включают нас во всех сетях!
Наша "жизнь" кипит. Но не видна кипения,
Только ненастоящие движение как ты и я!

Только Трансгуманные глаза творения,
И их руки включают нас во всех сетях!
Наша "жизнь" кипит. Но не видна кипения,
Только ненастоящие движение как ты и я!

Космическое Древо
Писатель Дмитрий Крымкин

"Для того, чтобы было легко жить с каждым человеком, думай о том, что тебя соединяет, а не о том, что тебя разъединяет с ним."--- Л.Н.Толстой

Мы земляне, земляки рождены на земле.
Порождённые деревом на свете!
Мы есть каждая ветка - культура и континент.
Рожденные в космосе, в галактической колыбели.

Наша родина Земля. Hо она одна из них.
Там где ты и я. Кровь и ДНК есть наша загадка.
Наши, но не наши творцы,
Cотворили нас они! Мы и есть разгадка!

Мы древо жизни и смерти,
Но нет жизни и смерти.
Мы существо в бытие и не в бытие,
Существуем как разноцветные листья на этом дереве,

Вечной спирали перерождения,
В вечных космических мирах.
Мы разбились на корабле,
или мы эксперимент Богов.
Нет! Мы рождены родителя разных родов!

Ducky Bomb Part 2: Duckies and Buddies

During migration season
We have no “treason,”
And we don’t belong to a reason!

We fall to each country,
We are dropping like it’s hot…
Like bombshells,
From airplanes of hell,
And we burn them like “witches” and other spiritual planes.

We are deadly duckies
Duckies of 2nd Rome.
A parasite of the world,
We are buddies of the world,
Hunters of 3rd Rome.

Sleeping Son has awaken,
Like Buddha, Christ or Ra,
From thousand tombstone caves.
It risen with thousands holy names,
It shined its divine light.
It was giant ducky illuminating so bright,
Scorching and breathing breath of “life,” a new light!

Messengers of Gods Part 1: Same and Different
by: Dmitriy Krymkin

Rivers whisper their names,
Messengers of Gods,
As wind screams mythicly their fame,
Messengers of Gods,
Solar waves clash against their spheres,
Messengers of Gods,

Millenniums cultured, build, destroyed and renamed!
Singlized into one god and slayed non-believers.
Monuments of Polytheism razed, and masked like deceivers.
Dusked and thrust into us as Monotheism of war
Lord is upon us all! He eats our souls and spirits.

Gods of my ancestors still live in me. They will never die.
Open your eyes don't betray your ancient traditions!
Even after thousand years of annihilation.

Poets carved sacred massages on tablets,
Messengers of Gods,
Cosmos occulted them as aliens with many names.
Messengers of Gods,
Holy legislators of the world and spiritual teachers.
Messengers of Gods,
Connectors to the divine and holiest of them all!
Messengers of Gods,
Prophets of unseen worlds.
Messengers of Gods,

"Legislators of the world"---Percy Shelley

Messengers of Gods Part 2: 12251000
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

In every flower, tree and universe
Have divine colour, sound and verse…
Counting one, two, three, eleven,
Number seven is not the only one,
It has many ones…

12,25,1000 names the mess(Ages)
Revealed to us through meditations
of messengers and prophets.
Not with one, but with thousands ones famed.

Number wars of dogmas fogged our eyes
Only clarity comes when we cleanse our minds
Truth is always was part of lies
Sacred-profane symbols mirrored in all holy books like flies!

Poets unveil them. Cleared the shadows
For those who can perceive the non-perception
Divinity exists in cosmic energy, without deception. One in all and all in one!

Messengers of Gods Part 3: Guitar Universes
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

We are tuned and tightened strings of guitar.
Ruled by God-kings of the world's chess-game,
Always being played close and far!
As we gained the frame and fame,

We are being strummed by their fingers!
Every day and every way they desire,
World crisis of Eternal Fire burns.
They continue their bloody sounds of virtue’s vices.

We wish you to stop playing. Please!
You too need more love to cease the flame!
Your spark rages insane in all directions,
It’s like feverish infection…

We, the Unknown Part 1: Theater of the Bearing
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

We walked among our reduced ashes of ashes made with our hands!
Abducted by abductions of our own actions.
Owned by owning and sold by sale of all without souls!

We still walking, yet without world, creating and imaging new worlds!
Cities fell on their knees, and words can't never be ceased.
Spiritual dimensions and our dimension never was broken only increased.

We walk happy, happily in happiness in our crystal-consciousness
No darkness or light exists, no occupations masked our materiel-masks!

Serving each other or no other without tasks yet in quiescence!
We not we at all, on land without land,
In heaven without heaven, not holding hands,
Silence without silence with thousand shattered masquerades!

Chameleon Flies: Deceivers of the Worlds
By:Dmitriy Krymkin

These reptiles live in the wild.
They are dressed in suit and tie.
Others wear dresses made from dead wretched swine!
Each of them made with different colors.
They speak tongues full of lies
As they fill their pockets full of cash and diamonds.
While tying our bonds with trust and many promises spoke without actions!

These flies with left and right wings ripped,
Caught and mummified as prey of the spiders kept.
We are numbers of the beasts
Looking at them like priests!
A secret conspiracy with their doors locked
And keys hidden in the shadows of the light.
Our eyes blinded by false truth on sight!

Yet spiders bind them to the web of the 6
One, two, three, four and, five and all the rest mixed.
Only rebellion with thousand reincarnations
Came as 0-raven, 1-serpent, 2-goat and 3-moth ready to fight.
In his past lives he also were 4-black cat, 5-bull and 6- red dragon.

He had eaten the grapes of wrath with endless opposition,
Assassination and revolution!
Eternal war of peace took its evolution…
He was titan, Loki and Pan of distortion…
He was they in every culture of the world he visited like holy devotion.
We are caught in the midst of this turmoil.
Our tell-tales-hearts suffer on Earth’s war-torn soil!
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Vengeance is mine"--- Silenoz

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Post by Dema » Sun Apr 30, 2017 9:43 am

Bunnies Under the Bloody Light
By: Dmitriy Krymkin
Part 1: Poets of Sun’s Fraud

He is the sunset and sunrise
And he died next to T shape and resurrected!
Son of the sands

He is light of his own tomb,
And he has names in every language and nationality.
For us transgressors of the reality
Sun of the sands rises with our schizophrenic- hallucinations!

And they shine throughout the world,
With our creative-arts,
We the schizophrenics or artists have defiance within our hearts!
An a-theists of our brainwashed reality
Dressed in the bunny suit of morality!

Plagiarism, fraud and forgery of anti-son,
Committed by us bunnies still hoping around the cult-circle of the one.
While spirits dropping the beats, hits and Djing on the streets!

Bunnies Turn Into Unicorns
By: Dmitriy Krymkin
Part 2:World-Asylum

Distortions,
We the Unicorns hunted by Cerberus with human heads.
Live in the World’s with rainbow flag.
And coat of arms is a ducky with snake tail.
And gargoyle’s wings holding a snail!

Defiance,
Bloody Barbie’s with black eye balls.
Cut, distorted and deformed holding knives
and forks ready for a battle another war-whore,
For pot-diamond-lands.

Delusions
We have built temples for the Suns of sands.
An Egypt’s cult of Sol Invictus spread like butter throughout earth, our bread.
We used blades cut the mold and hunt the impure souls.

Transcendence of the Realities!
The Sun has left our universe and he will not rise or come back!
Manticore has swallowed us into his stomach!
Once we are eaten with these dolls and patrats of rulers.
We will go to hot and cozy place or candy-land.
We were bunnies…end?

Ducky Bombs and Razor-Sharp Bunnies
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

Part 3: The Web!
Under cult of the light the music bunnies are cocooned.
In the endless labyrinths of the web,
Caught as prey of the cyber spider,
He is starved with hunger like a rider,

They are made with museick notes
Trapped and helpless,
And ducky nuc-bombs are placed around the net.
They are lost and oppressed by the screens in his eyes!

Separated from the family….

The Enemy Part 5: We
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

The Parasite-Ducky-Bomb in human form.
His head split in two and HDTV has come out of there.
Like earth broken through,
With his hands he ripped his stomach open
Showing infinite infinities and eternal un-eternities
And myriads of universes of divinities!

The screen revealed a playground chessboard cook-stove.
There Seven-Children setup tanks, planes, ships and kings.
One cunning move to end it all!
While Ducky sings the death-songs of war!
The world chess-game continues.

We are searching for the enemies in ever corner...
We drop bombs, and rain the bullets upon ourselves with thirst for more!
We find "New" enemy build on "old" opponent,
We need to kill for the protection...
To stay protected from other protections!

How many more lives will be taken from endless annihilation?
We are enemy of the enemy named friends.
They are all over the place, only threat will be erased!
We must kill ourselves to destroy the target,
To see the coast is clear and set
The time for the eradication...

Ducky goes quack, quack, and talk, talk...
We hear the sound of treachery,
To silent our noisy world of deceivery!
We, the chefs cooking us in explosion and delusion.
The seven lies dead after murder meal it was only solution!

The Enemy Part 5: We (short version)
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

We are from another planet or unknown source
We have been killing the enemy
For centuries on spiral course!
In the mirror-universe,
Looking at the enemy
It is killed and annihilated.

Ants
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

They dwell beneath our feet,
The hardest workers hunt and eat,
Little ones we almost cannot see,
Yet they build tunnels and cities
Simple and complex we yet to see!

Image if they were us building their world,
Out of dirt and dust without single word.
Using only chemicals as language,
They would be the conquerors of our age!

Monuments and temples would be
Rising to the Sun’s Divinity!
Earth would be a different place without us in the colony.
Only if we rewind the story of life’s fertility
Upon this planet that need of serenity!

Ant(I)-Covenant
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

We clean and serve the queen,
Day in and day out.
In every scene,
Instinct is our only solar morality,
We have. Full of divine energy,
Working hard for our colony!

We are cosmic dance,
In the Covenant of the sacred family and friends!
We look after little ones,
Making fungus for us,
In the Ant(I) Covenant of sacred friends and family!

Like natural born slaves,
Yet masters of our lands!
Conquered earth way before Man,
We are micro-laborers,
Architects of our homes,
She is only our soul,
Males give life for her,
She gives birth to all!

Same Down Doom Syndrome
Part 1: Spiral Universe
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

We succumb to her delusion,
Asking for more infusion!
Like hungry wolves,
Staring at the lambs for perservation!
It’s party of love or parts of lust
Made for us…

Sun is waiting and fire is burning us alive!

We are life that wears death.
Same down doom syndrome,
We are death that wears life,
Same down-up spiral syndrome,
We caught sickness in Helwaii,

Sun is waiting and fire is burning us alive!

We have mistaken Light for God of Murder,
Genocide, prejudice and hatred!
A warld shining Lies named Truths,
We were born and reborn sick and die weak.
A disease infected our blood, red,
Rats are coming to cure our apocalypse of little Horsy!

Sun is waiting and fire is burning us alive!

Same Down Doom Syndrome
Part 2: Rats Mutation Experiment and Plagues Odor
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

A failed experiment of rat mutation,
Thousand and one plagues spread throughout population.
Civilization stands at the blink of Infestation

They grew like giants and begin to eat us,
Feeble and pathetic creatures of onyx.
We were infected with bubonics!
And bombs fell upon us.
It was only solution.
Who cares we, the rodents still have afterlives.

A failed experiment of human divinations
Thousand and one screams silenced the world
Or a rock of sounds and words.. called Nations!

Bubble Eyed Plush Toys
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

We are sitting serene on shelf of joy!
Cuddly and cute rainbow faces.
With our bubble eyes wide open.
We never speak or make a sound.
Tranquil and squishy, fluffy,
Never leave any traces,
We are for girls and boys to play,
Lovey-dovey toys…
Sit in silence and emptiness.

Recycled
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

World is a full trashcan,
And we are rusty cans,
Rotten food, filthy bottles of trash,
Recycle us and hash!

Life of the Gods Part 1: Animal-inSect submission
By: DmitriyKrymkin

"Dead are all gods: now we want the overman to live." – Let this be our last will at the great noon!” –
Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra,

In love and marriage,
Gods grow old, sick and die,
Living in the coffins that age,
With the Goddesses!
In Death and conflict,
Wars and disease inflicted!
On their divine-civilizations declined.

In heavens of hells,
They give birth to their children,
To preserve their existence!
Devils live together,
In all planes of resistance,
Full of us and them,

In the dog-eat-dog worlds,
Hunger and blood,
Their bottles are always empty!
In the cat-eat-cat worlds,
They run around the circle,
Living in the cycle of lights.

Even Allah had a sultan-life
House, tree and Wives,
When he was 25!
12 best friends died
From second plague
In celestial-realm killed myriads.

Life of the Gods
Part 2:Mirrors of Mirrors
By: Dema Krymkin

We need the needless
Manifestations of our own self reflecting reflections

We breathe the breathless,
Air of spoken word,

We talk about the speechless
Stories, divining our lives with its misunderstandings!

We have faith in faithless!
Sacred teachings which are mute to our existence.

We love the loveless,
Deities mirroring our own selves.

We hope for hopeless,
Endings which are just our mythology!

We are delusion within ourselves,
Praying to our own saviors,

We are the mirrors, mirroring perfect imperfections,
Reflecting our reflections.

Life of the Gods
Part 3: View of the Viewless
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

Gods spoke,
Is “Our “purpose” and “meaning” of life,
To give you “purpose” and “meaning” to your life?”

People replied
“We can’t exist without you!
We will die without you!”

Gods
“One of our gods died
To create universes
You know the verse!”

His eyes were sun and moon,
And his body gave stars soon,
He gave miracle upon the earth’s soil
As existence began to uncoil!

We, the gods with our divinity not divine,
We, the gods with our morality amoral!
Bloody wars spilled for us unkind,
We, the terrible moral teachers,
We feed on flesh and blood of your sacrifices!

How can we cleanse your vices?
When they look like virtues…

Moths and Light
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

We are forms eating forms,
Only to preserve your worms,
Forming more new forms!
Making millions of swarms,

In the cocoon of creation
She has served the nations…
A mother of abominations.
Nurturing the beast!

Plugged and medicated with caffeine,
Acid, love, and other drugs under the drop counter,
Leader’s words betray with thousands names!
Myriads of moths deceived heading into burning sun,
In north, south, west and east!

A Small H0p3
By: Dema Krymkin

From 0 to seven a small hope will it change the world?
Everything starts with a word 1!
We can’t forget the zero in the hope.
All that food is wasted in the rest-tour-aunts
Could heat them up and give to the hungry ones.
To each and every country of the world!
Millions for the million fed and clad
With smiles on their faces light will shine,
With thousands Suns and Moons!

Serpents and the Needles
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

A world is circle-cult,
Or endless snake that endlessly eats herself!
We are dancing and singing,
Around the playground ring.
Music keeps on playing.

In the straightjackets, on the Red-Cross,
Her venom is our cured mass,
Under dark clouds that pass by,
We are still sick and old!
Help Us….symbols with symbols.

Mothers and Fathers
Part 2: Parents from another Planet
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

Where all roads go?
And where do they lead?
We are passengers in the seats.
Drivers of unknown,

A materialized spirits or souls,
Driving us on the endless roads.
Traveling thousands light years away,
Searching for our parents every day!

A Solar Family, parents from another planet!
Like we are trapped in our own nets.
Yet we never stopped looking for our otherworldly origins.
Only answer lies within us for the question.

Myriads signs and symbols are embedded upon the earth!
We haven’t see our kin ever since of ape of birth!
A complex molecule divided and was born by itself.
For what? For the self only?

Maybe dead spirits that haunt this massive graveyard name Gaia!
Will they give us answers during trance-dance?
And we will witness light in the distance
The precious longing we have waited for centuries!

The downpour in our hearts of suns,
Lost our loved ones from the rising dawn!
Fathers orphans Mothers sons,
Disappeared behind the eclipse.

Eyesceens
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

Faceless joy when we are staring,
Into thousands faces caring,
About screens into one eyescreen,
Mesmerized!
We have blocked the reality,
With the digital one!
We turn it into nihility,
Wearing VR glasses!

No more words,
No more sounds,
Only waves of visual oppression,
Phone, iPad, and computer in our possession.
No more life,
No more death,
Only endless corridors of the web,
We are paying to it like debt!

We have lost there for days and nights!
Children are playing out of sights.
We, care no more, we are too busy,
Lost in the delight of searching for what?
And what we have found?
We forgot our vitality,
And succumbed to new reality!

3(Version2)
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

We, the parents set on the bench.
We loved to watch our kids play!
While us or they slay the world.
We didn’t wait for langoliers to come and eat us.
Thus beauty reigns and ugly stays they are like a one-band.

Three daughters, three girls with rosy chicks,
They played with three duckies,
And they liked My Little Ponies flicks!
Three flaws, errors or plagues they were.

Exploitation, Corruption and Oppression,
They looked so cute in those red dresses,
And pony tails with bow-knots in their golden hair.
They forgot love is everywhere,
Not blood that filled with her absolutism!

Three was not our enemy,
Yet we are all needing help even with divinity!
Hypocrisy adores us while we acquired moralities.
We wear crowns of thorns!
World systems crucified us once we were born.

Just like him! He never died for us.
“Heretic” was hung on the T!
Tyrant didn’t save him neither
Did he could protect himself,
From the imminent doom, won’t come for us
if we would care for one another under any typhoons you see three…!

Celebrities Part 1 and 2
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

Celebritarians Part 1
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

Our eyes are cameras,
And our minds are recorders,
Our computers record everything we "experience"
We are the stars and film-makers
Of ourselves and celebrities.

Our heads are recording cameras
And our mind'eyes invented "civilized"world
We are being watched and we can watch anything in this era,
We are the cameras
We record all today

Manson's Celebritarian prophecy fulfilled and build on machines
Some people lost their lives!
To them no life exist besides Facebook, Tweeter and other social networks!
We are captured in their nets
Of digital-mania!

Oppressed, impressed, and well expressed by media
"Celebritarians" word coined by Marilyn Monson

Celebritarianism of the Masses Part 2
By: Dmitriy Krymkin
Celebritarianism word coined by Marilyn Monson

She holds the globe on her back,
Reflection of herself in fact!
She is our mom and dad in one,
We are her sons and daughters.
Our pet Pikachu was our resource and supply for new world divide.
Celebritarianism of the Masses
We are the viral sensation.

She cooks, sings, and dances for us with laughter.
Bakes and gives us love on earth,
She does everything ever since the birth,
We are her children of disaster.
With speed of internet our lives are getting faster.
Celebritarianism of the Masses play us again!

We are bio-distortion, life’s abortion
Under surveillance thousands infinites eyes are watching us everywhere!
We are the celebrities in our movie on the screens.
Celebritarianism of the Masses in every scene!

He gave birth to the machine,
We, the great unknown of the known scheme!
She holds him on her shoulders,
Once we took the stage,
Everyone made their own webpage.

WHY?
By: Dema Krymkin

Why you lied to me, I trusted you!
You do not exist in me and I do not exist in you.
We burn all the books.
Hooks of (Im)moral prejudices of your “I’s”.
You speak too many “truths” like too many “lies.”

In every genre we suffice.
No one is on the same page.
One’s philosophy is to multiply and divide.
Too many stories of your civilization,
Mystery lies and we still have fundamental question “why?”

Why life had to exist?
Or be erased you see.
We have no answer.
Only silence, and silence…
I can’t reconcile with why’s!

Ducky Bomb Part 3: Quacked With Horns
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

We have invisible yet so clear!
We have them! Should we fear,
Our horns of the worlds?

When we lie they grow.
Who are the devils now?
They are born in Heaven under duckies will.
Yet we live and don’t see them!
We are eyeless to ourselves.
We are part of one stem.

We are horned ducky bombs,
They are pressing on our domes!
We are quacked with horns.
We should blame ourselves,
Food, water, warmth and love,
What else animals need?
They have gotten so high.
Can’t we see them reaching the sky?

Holograms
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

We are no longer needed!
Holograms and machines of their inventions
Are our substitutes in the smart cities!

We are dead, outdated and recorded.
We are trashed and disposed
In the outskirts of these digital jungles.

Serpents and the Needles
Part 2: World Patient
Diagnosis: Psychosis
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

Art is medicine!
It helps him to cope with the “reality.” Insanity written on his walls
Those filled with healed souls.

World Ouroboros

He is hospitalized in the cross
And he is trapped in layers of the existence
Without resistance only he needs the resilience! He is not “real” like body-moss
His downward spiral - DNA is only true- himself away from false-self.

World Ouroboros

He is detached and renounced the visible.
No numbers, words, or names exist.
He is floating in euphoria and misery
What we call “Paradise” and “Hell”
He also has vitamin deficiency!

World Delusion…

Falling Rocks
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

Crushing waves, crush like glass on the shore.
We are shattered with the rest of the declining mass.
We, the rocks broken off the mountain.
We are drowning,
Sinking into the ocean floor at last!

Snowflakes
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

Morana awakens from deep sleep!
Her three sisters, Spring Summer, Autumn and sky weeps,
From frozen chill, ice winds kill.
She calls our nameless names.
As we fall from heavenly place.
We, the snowflakes dissolve on the way,
Falling onto the throne of the Nihil.
Like our lives were in denial.

Little
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

An apocalypse (Ancient Greek: ἀποκάλυψις apokálypsis, from ἀπό and καλύπτω, literally meaning "an uncovering") is a disclosure of knowledge or revelation.

I ride the unicorn on the rainbow,
She has huge blazing Faun’s horns!
Bright and shining with multicolor,
World with moral codes of dolor!

Her sickness I caught and sick,
Like strong and weak,
I am still universe of suffering and bliss.
And “Sin” was born before us,

We can’t dismiss thus
We have embodied all,
And all embodied within!
We ride the unicorn of apocalypse.

Little that we need,
Just enough love, water and food,
Seven daily scenes and greed,
And “Hell” we invented like weed,

My horse eats.
Be-Content yet Pistis is her name,
We should not trust,
Her structure and even question the culture!

High Occupancy Rooms: Part 2: Help Needed?
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

I walk through the silent hall,
There they are standing tranquil and tall.
Splendid seasons pass, as they gather dust.
They even look like us but they are not us.

They are in the cosmic eye room
Under same sun they are given breath of light.
Now they have souls ignited into them.
Neither saved nor condemned with words.

With various shapes and forms,
Together standing behind the broken walls.
Their colors are chipped and torn,
They are mannequins…

Home, Place for the Lost Souls
By: Dmitriy Krymkin

We have home,
Yet we are still homeless.
Once we walk into loneliness.
Black filthy plates in the sink
And yellow walls with melted paint

Of our suffering souls!
Furniture rotted and smelled of old
Scents of the torment also covered the ripped carpet.
No one is ever alone even in dread.
Scorn Malcontent
Anachy Forces Of Darkness

"Vengeance is mine
Neither sweet nor kind
Vengeance is mine
Vengeance is mine"--- Silenoz

"I Serve To No One!"--- Kratos
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"Rule is to defy all rules to do as you please and please as you do"
"In defiance you find pleasure"--- Dema

"Future is black/white, waiting for the One True Love
Who will clear my blackness and show me light in the darkness." --- Dema

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