The Crimson King
may be the ruler
of all jokers..
But the biggest joker
of them all..
is Death.
Because it does,
quite literally,
nothing to you.
And once its work
is finished..
Nothing is precisely
all of you.. that is left.

Crank my lever,
tense me up
real good..
before you pull
the string.
Don’t release me
quite so easily..
Oh baby.. Hold me,
As you push me
to my very brink.

For,
spring is both
a season
and a source..
and a coiling,
metal helix also..
meant for
accumulating …

You want to win
so badly, huh?
That’s good..
Pretend you have
already won.
Because, in truth,
God’s dice..
Have already been thrown.
God’s eye already sees
the move
that gets you out
of The Devil’s checkmate.
All that He asks of you
is to fulfill …

No song
is meant to last
forever..
There always comes
the day when music dies.
The wiser ones among us
don’t attempt
to bring it back to life..
Only a hopeless fool
has the naïveté
to try.

I count myself
amongst the fools
not any longer..
Through many
painful …

Never allow yourself
to lay down, belly up,
exposed and vulnerable
right in front of others..
except in cases
when you know for certain
that they are
the people of your tribe.

Be on your guard,
for, what they hold
behind their back
may not be
quite the loving belly …

it takes
great courage
to love..
great courage
and timing.
two hearts
must intersect
while they are
at their peaks..
for seamless
intertwining.

there is no knowing
with our head
whether
another’s heart
is at its peak
or at its trough..
except through
leaps of faith
and mystical divining …

They say that
in about
five billion years
The Sun
will finally run out of
all its hydrogen..
and then expand
immensely
to become
a crimson giant..
scorchingly blood red.
And as it does,
it will envelop
all The Earth..
and afterwards..
there will be nothing
of it left.

Except …

Россия..
Вроде бы
и есть, как будто,
Родина моя..
Язык её,
и философию,
культуру и науку,
прямо вам скажу,
люблю всем
сердцем я!
Но к сожалению,
я вынужден
признаться..
что не любимая она
моя страна…

Большей массой
Русский люд
запуган и разбит
тиранией
многих веков.
Давно уже
забыл на сквозь …

“Just love yourself!”
has got to be
the truest..
and yet,
simultaneously,
the most vacuous
advice to ever offer.
It hits The One
receiving it
as nothing short
of holy revelation..
makes them go like:
“Oh my God…
How haven’t I
thought of this??”

I jest, of course.
To …

United States
were built..
upon the immigrant’s
mighty back.
It is a truth
that oh.. so.. often
immigrants
too many generations
far removed
from their ambitious
predecessors
may forget..
but it’s a fact.

It is by no coincidence
that our country
is a melting pot.
From all the …