Management Of Life (MOL). Draft

I have this certainty now, representing my actual philosophy of life, of The Living, the management of life. in my vision, this concept extends beyond life on earth. It is a a priori preparation for life.
it all started with GOD: Guiding Omnipresent Deity. in our basic, souly state, we are shown the aspects of The Living, the mesmerising carnal shape, the magical senses, love especially, which btw is not possible without hate, but still a symmetrical light to the shade of hatred.
If you overlap them, there will remain only light in the end or dark. for this short episodes of our upcoming incarnation, we are shown how to face up the deeds for managing our life, what we did wrong in the past lives and what we should repair in this new upcoming ones. once the Utmost Wisdom shows us the way, once we enter this life new-circle through the miracle of birth, we forget our god-to-soul dialogue and leave ourselves to the waves of an uncertain, fee-will existence. and here i present you the management of life.

management of life
once we get to know the logic of things in their essence as a plan to living rules, we send our own touch to the environment of our deeds, accepting or rejecting, being rejecters, and/or acceptors ...

baletizde bacoviene

cred ca bacovia mergea des la balet. dar nicidecum pentru actul artistic, ci mai ales atunci cind il rodea instinctul satanic.

"si lumea sufla impatimita - "  imi imaginez o sala plina de tipi excitati, uitindu-se cu jind la formele puternice ale balerinelor: un contur fesier perfect, alb, ca obrazul de copil udat numai cu lapte matern, niste sini tari ca piatra, mari cit sa-i cuprinzi in causul palmei, si miscarile erotico-gratioase, cu multe unduiri ca un dans nuptial prevestind inclestari tandre de trupuri.

frectie la erectie.

Lunecau baletistele albe…
Degajari de puternice forme –
Albe, in fata lumii enorme,
Lunecau baletistele albe…

Lunecau baletistele albe
Si lumea sufla impatimita –
Albe, razand spre lumea prostita,
Lunecau baletistele albe.

Lunecau baletistele albe…
Tainic trezind complexul organic –
Albe, starnind instinctul satanic,
Lunecau baletistele albe.

O, Doamne,
Te-am rugat
Iar tu mi-ai dat.
O, Doamne!

E rindul meu
Sa-ti dau,
Sa-mi iau.
E rindul meu!

(Faca-se voia ta!
Pururi ateu,
Vesnic mireu.
Faca-se voia ta.)

Din foc ma-nalt
In straie noi;
Capite moi,
Din foc ma-nalt.

In ieslea de pe cer
Magii se aprind,
Ingeri ma cuprind
In ieslea de pe cer.

Soapte fierbinti
Ochii muti
Saruta-ti.
Soapte fierbinti

Of LURE and LUST

through foggy crimson lens, /
leaves of a premature life-dawn, /
she was laying with a spawn /
on a parched bed of cherry stems. /

greenish they had been all, /
but through a lifetime intercourse, /
Earth's EONS tainted Pandors; /
now rusty, they've turned dull! /

cherry cherry EONS lust, /
dusty, sweaty and luring, /
scarlet poppy tips blurring, /
of untouched Vestal crust. /

în toleranță

dumnezeu ma stie. ma are in vedere ca pe unul care "L-a vazut"! dar care nu si-a taiat radacinile,
care a uitat ca pluteste, ca din materie nu se face niciun Isus.

>>uneori sint foarte lucid. tentatia nu ma mai atinge, lumea mi-e placuta si o inteleg. sint calm,
nu coleric. revin printre oameni. nu-i mai cred niste prosti, n-am nimic cu nimeni si ii iubesc pe toti,
deoarece-mi sint asemanatori in infatisare si scop.
impreuna prin viata, de mina, pina la moarte.

>>ma tot gandesc cum sa fac sa ascund de cei dragi tot ce-am facut impotriva lor, dincolo, cind voi trece...
e imposibil, imi repet, la judecata trebuie sa-ti asumi toate faptele din rechizitoriu.
nu exista judecata fara probe. speranta mea ramane in circumstantele atenuante, gen - amnezie,
incapacitate temporara de a intelege legea lui dumnezeu,
delir,
idiotenie.