What’s pressure good for?
Oh.. so.. many things.
Pressure is good
for pumping blood
throughout the body..
which then helps
the living tissues
feed and breathe.
It takes a lot of pressure
to make diamonds
out of humble
coal.

Within a car’s
combustion engine
pressure also plays
a …

What are the rules
of etiquette
to be observed
by those
who choose
to show up
to The Devil’s
masquerade?

Rule number one.
We mean one thing..
another thing entirely
is what we say.
In other words,
we only speak
The Devil’s tongue..
of para-semantic
obfuscation
and poetic …

Who doesn’t love
a bit of drama
now and then?
Of course,
as long as
the spotlight
isn’t shining
on them.

When
the categorical
imperative
becomes to act..
so many people
lose their head
and turn their back.

Alas, the audience
I entertain
consists of only
The One …

May the first one
be without me.
May the second one
greet (metaphorical,
in-game, in-Minecraft)
Death.

May the third one,
by the sacred will
of The Almighty,
come around
at last.. and
May the fourth one be
with someone else..
in some strange galaxy
far, far away from me
instead …

Bohemian Rhapsody - Part III
“The Shoshana Moon”

I mean, come on..
You do not see
hell freezing over
every day..
but once upon
a blue moon
it just May.

Blue like The Lilly
as it was upon a time
red like The Rose.
Shoshana
is the thread
that ties together …

Bohemian Rhapsody - Part II
“Tom (with the weather)”

Host:
Don’t take
my word for it..
I know somebody
more authoritative
who knows better!
Now give it up
for my dear colleague..
Tom (with the weather).

Tom:
Gather now,
my tribespeople,
and hearken unto me..
so that I may at …

Bohemian Rhapsody - Part I
“Heavy Weather”

Oh me, oh my,
good people..
have you heard
The Weather Report?
Perhaps you didn’t..
maybe it was
yet another
secret forecast..
broadcasted
straight into
my Broca’s area
by sacred will
of The Divine..
The All.

Upon the eve
of Sabbath,
on …

If you’re so keen
on dancing
with The Devil..
Then you better learn
The Devil’s basic step.
Indeed, he was the only one
who saw me through
and kept me on my feet..
in those dark days
when God still slept.

It’s easy..
one step forward,
two …

It’s true, indeed,
that hope dies last.
And then it’s buried
in the soil of our
present past.

But then again..
tomorrow always brings
a future present of The Sun
that rises as a herald
of the coming day.

Though it is dark right now,
I still hold …

The Dragon..
is the silent beast.
Upon our fear
and our uncertainty
it feasts.
It smells whichever
doubts
we hold within
ourselves..
and then exploits them
for its own
draconic ends.

What does it take
to banish
this ol’ tyrant
of the dark
and moonless night?
The same capacity
that …