27 poems

The Wind of Change

The "wind of change" begins to blow:
One foul reign replaced by woe.
Every horror yields another—
Still the soul grows sadder, darker.

Vice is branded "good" once more,
Or "progress" masks corruption's core.
Chains keep changing shape and fashion,
Lies grow sharper through deception.

Century on century rolls.
Fools are forged to fill their roles.
Walls alone cannot enslave us—
Nonsense built instead to cage us.

Fence the minds with hollow cries,
Turn them one against the next.
Change the methods of oppression—
Thus survives the fascist cesspit.

The "wind of change" begins to blow:
One foul reign replaced by woe.
Every horror yields another—
Still the soul grows sadder, darker.

Grief has crossed its highest mark:
Watch the fool perform his part.
Empty laws and useless barriers,
Scars inflicted by their carriers.

Hopeless is the faithful drone,
Citizen of lands unknown—
States existing just in name,
Sheep by any common claim.

"Sheep-virus" stripped the grand disguise:
Total lies and fear-filled skies
Showed the depth of mind's decay,
Souls long since all sold away.

Blindness spreads from shore to shore;
Few perceive the madhouse more.
Like rare birds almost departed,
Truth grows faint and broken-hearted.

Fresh "reforms" prepare instead
Half-made beasts to take their stead.
Not an idiot—merely tame,
Fit to feed the Camp of Shame.

Now the Digital Camp draws near:
Jaws will think, while minds disappear.
Brains reduced to shriveled clutter—
Such the price when evil's suffered.

The "wind of change" begins to blow:
One foul reign replaced by woe.
Every horror yields another—
Still the soul grows sadder, darker.

Yet disaster waits for Wrong:
Neo-fascist dreams aren't long.
They will never fully bind
Every spirit, every mind.

Turn within and seek salvation;
Rot consumes the outer nation.
If your mind lives only there,
Filth dissolves it into air.

In this dull enslaved domain,
Fall—but rise and fight again.
Simple is the path's command:
Leave behind the fool's wasteland.

Seek the Source with steady sight,
Leave the pit and seek the Light.
Every "change" that Evil praises
Only hides the prison's traces.

The "wind of change" begins to blow:
One foul reign replaced by woe.
Every horror yields another—
Still the soul grows sadder, darker.



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Forgiveness through each passing age
Has kept the world a grovelling stage.
Long it crawls through endless night,
Sniffing filth with dull delight.



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Endless mercy, age by age,
Keeps the world in servile cage.
Long it crawls through shades untold,
Sniffing filth where darkness rolled.




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False I'll stay, come what may,
Living in deceit each day;
From a scoundrel, dark and crude,
Slowly turning into Judas, joy subdued.



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I'll embrace the path of lies,
Where my fallen spirit dies;
From a rogue in darkness bred
To a Judas, hope long fled.




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Homunculi of Hell's Domains

Is Homunculus mere ancient lore,
Or something real at mankind's core?
What if our world to Evil bowed,
A living laboratory now?

Ensnared by monsters' grand deceit,
You never know whom you may meet.
Perhaps you're bred to serve the Night—
A louse beneath its crushing might.

They'll crush you down and breed anew
Another slave to toil straight through,
To slaughterhouses, endless pain—
The breeding cycle starts again.

No God resides—the Maker's gone.
A false Demiurge lingers on.
All else is madness, false and blind;
The world knows nothing of the Mind.

One fading Light still lives inside;
No spark remains the world to guide.
Go deep within and seek that flame,
Whose silent Source no Hell can claim.

Beyond these infernal spheres It lies,
Where neither East nor West tells lies.
For both deceive within the Night,
And hide the everlasting Light.

At Hell's abyss, in filth alone,
You wander through a world of stone.
Seek nothing here, deceive no soul,
For Fear has always claimed its toll.

Waste not your breath accusing Wrong;
Expose each fraud where it belongs.
Look to the root, discern the whole—
No dawn will bless this fallen hole.

Through mire and horror runs one Way;
The Spirit's path alone will stay.
Who does not yield while trapped in Hell
May yet ascend where true Lights dwell.

Light seeks the Light beyond the veil.
Soon Hell itself at last shall fail.
Whatever else the darkness weaves
Collapses where deception breathes.



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Will the woodworm leave its stain
On the Earth? Its hopes are vain.
Once the Sun burns lies away,
Rot will perish in its blaze.



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Will the bark beetle leave its mark?
No—it ends within the dark.
When the Sun burns lies away,
Rot and ruin fade to gray.



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Puppets

Joint by joint through foolish lands,
To the puppet show one crawls.
Karabas sits on his throne—
Plotting like a louse alone,

How to shame the painted crew.
Filth suggests what next to do:
"Drag the rag dolls even lower!"
Boom!—another darkest hour.

Hinges fastened in our youth,
Greased with Fear instead of Truth.
Lives weigh down like heavy stone,
Every shoulder bears its own.

Hope dissolves and fades away;
"Knowledge" reeks of yesterday.
Ignorance can scarcely breathe—
Every dawn brings fresh defeat.

Now the playwright drops his pen:
Chaos is the title then.
Devils rule where God once shone,
Promising a heaven gone.

Karabas, producer sly,
Drives directors hard to try:
"More corruption! More decay!
Turn the stage into a pen!"

Harlequin becomes a beast;
Sorrow grants him no release.
"Bend your backs!" the masters cry—
Lower still the standard lies.

Lower standards, deeper pit,
Rotten slogans, endless grit—
Such the puppet theatre's art:
Misery in every heart.

Yet the Sun burns ever bright;
Soon the stage ignites with Light.
Those without the joints or strings
Breathe as free awakened beings.

Wait not for the final day—
Seek the Spirit's purer Way.
Fire will judge the knaves at last,
And the servants of shadows past.



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Shivers strike at vacant eyes
Stamped with bondage, dull disguise.
Monsters breed them year by year—
Schools make fascism persevere.



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Chills run deep at slavish faces,
Branded minds in hollow traces.
Monsters forge them, one by one—
Schools keep fascism marching on.



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Off to meet my longed-for date,
Leaving tyranny and hate;
Mind-twisting madness left behind,
Filth no longer clouds the mind.

Yet the greatest mental strife
Comes disguised as married life:
Blockhead husband, shrewish wife—
Half-alive through all their life.



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To a rendezvous I fled,
Leaving lawless days for dead.
Dreaming mind games all would cease,
Far from that world's foul disease.

Then comes marriage—what a joke!
Duller than a wine-cork bloke,
Nagging wife and witless groom—
Living corpses sharing doom.



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Transpersonal Being

Half-made humans, living dead,
Fearful minds by Evil led—
Such the crowd surrounding you,
Rotting through and through.

Why remain among the blind,
Withered bodies, crippled mind?
Turn within—a hermit's way;
Seek the Light or lose the Day.

Else the fools will shape your soul,
Twisting till they take control.
Bullets made of lies are fired,
Fed by media, never tired.

Falsehood, echoed day by day,
Wounds far deeper than a spray
Shot from guns. Their battle plan:
Turn all people to one clan—

One delusion, one refrain:
"Keep repeating lies again!"
From the cradle they are taught;
Truth is buried, freedom bought.

Slavery is freedom named,
Vice by "normal" is acclaimed.
Thus the endless fraud proceeds,
Poison flowering into weeds.

Naming every trick and stain,
Every insult, every chain,
Only wearies heart and tongue—
Once again the curse is sung.

Yet the harlot's trade is plain,
Holier than the masks they feign.
Power, titles, hollow fame
Hide corruption just the same.

Marks of ruin stay concealed;
Schools ensure they're never healed.
Half-made humans, living dead,
By deception onward led.

Genocide and fear and lies,
Darkness masking blinded eyes—
Even nobler souls are drowned
Where deceit and noise abound.

Most are broken in the end,
For the self cannot transcend.
Only what transcends the "I"
Leads the spirit to the Sky.

Leave the herd without delay;
Braver hearts will find the Way.
Seek the primal Source above—
Pure in truth, untouched by hate,
Standing free from all the world's
Cruelty and spite.



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"Change" means one more lie takes flight,
Chasing down the last outright.
Madness joined with fear will prove:
Monsters' chains no end shall move.



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"Change" replaces lie with lie;
One deceit's replaced nearby.
Mixed with madness, fed by fear—
Monsters' prison knows no end here.



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The Permanent Fascist Regime

A bastard regime,
By Evil kept alive,
Where people are oppressed,
While "homeland" fades like smoke.

The smoke will disappear,
And only stench remain.
The system changes clothes,
Yet poison stays the same.

A tyrant becomes now
An ordinary "man"—
A citizen in name,
A fool who plays his part.

The mask is changed anew,
And fools believe with joy:
"At last the future comes!"
Yet dreams collapse to dust.

Instead of giant chains,
They forge much thinner threads.
You break one thread today—
Another waits ahead.

Then higher, layer by layer,
The monster builds its net.
The creature never rests;
It seeks to rule again.

A bastard regime survives
Through little daily lies:
The people still are crushed,
Though methods now disguise.

The regime "cares" for all—
CowID revealed the game.
It changes through the storm
Of lies that flood the world.

A pause precedes the wave,
A terrifying tide.
And once again the fool
Will trust the promised dawn.

The price of empty words
That monsters sell to crowds:
A deeper, darker rot
Awaits the trusting souls.

The fool who worships Evil,
And most become such fools,
For centuries awaits
The happiness of slaves.

He cannot see the feast
Of monsters and their pride:
Fear blinds him through the lies
That keep him chained inside.

Through lies the regime survives,
Through lies it stands so strong;
Submission to the beasts
Becomes the people's law.

A bastard regime survives
For centuries through Evil:
The people still are crushed,
And "homeland" fades like smoke.

CowID revealed to all
That smoke had filled the world;
That total lies had spread,
Though "health" became the god.

The diagnosis is clear:
A sickness of the mind.
The global prognosis:
Slavery remains behind.

For centuries it may last,
Yet Evil missed one thing:
A catastrophe may come
That breaks the slave's old ring.

All slaves may perish then—
Thus slavery is slain.
The chosen ones will rise
Into the Spiritual Realm.

The chosen one is he
Who keeps within the dark
A living spark of Light,
Preserving mind and soul.

Who does not lose his reason
In filth and endless lies,
Who does not drown his thought
In madness spread worldwide.

With clear and awakened mind,
Seek pathways to the Source.
Forget the rotten world
That circles in its doom.

The Source of primal Truth—
The only food for Spirit.
East lies, and West lies too:
Beyond Hell it is hidden.



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With the media we cry,
"Build!"—we march beneath the sky,
Or we hide within our holes,
Lost and broken, empty souls.

This and that became the sentence,
Judging fools with false repentance.
Life itself has slipped away,
Buried under nonsense' sway.



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With the media we wail,
March in rows or hide and fail.
Into dens or into lines—
Both become the fool's designs.

Every verdict, every scheme,
Kills the remnants of the dream.
Life is drowned in endless chatter,
Full of nonsense, empty matter.



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Blind faith is like a cave of night:
A fraudster sparks a false-born light.
He blinds the souls that gather near—
Till monstrous chimeras appear.



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Blind faith becomes a shadowed cave,
Where tricksters light the flames they crave.
They drown all truths, and from the gloom
Grow chimeras beyond doom.



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I'll harden, but I won't bend,
In Hell's trial I won't descend.
Outside a wolf, inside a goose—
Every mushroom bears its bruise.



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I'll growl, but never bow,
In Hell don't fear the battle now.
A wolf outside, within a goose—
Rot hides beneath each mushroom's use.



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It's over! To stir the mud below,
To spread mad lies and fearsome show—
Will hardly work, for hardened stone
Now stands where crowds once groaned alone.



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No chance! The bottom's mud to raise,
To fool with lies and fearful plays.
The crowd has turned to concrete wall—
No cries, no verses move at all.



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GMO and A.A.

GMO and air defense—
Feeds, it aims, with no finesse.
The world becomes a single snare,
A beast's own weapon—fools beware.



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GMO and anti-air,
Feeds the fool and leads him there.
The world—a trap from end to end,
A monster's tool, a fool's best friend.