Tears Of Fire

Drenched in regret, my burdens too heavy to bear! My own cross I wish not to carry, sorrow scourging my heart. ‘If only things had happened otherwise’, I can say in regret for the rest of my life! But not a moment would arrive when my conscience would be clean, for guilt is only the strictest of disciplinarians. What am I to do other than shed tears of fire? Can I turn back the clocks and change things? Can I say a prayer of hope for the treasure of comfort? Can I leave things the way they are and move on? Yes I could! But what would I do those fearful nights when guilt constantly knocks on the door of my heart? None of this world give me their forgiveness! The fragrance of hope has long abandoned my senses! Faith seems only like a foolish endeavor! Am I to face the wrath of sorrow and regret for all the years to come? Or wait for the mercy of the unseen? Or remain in the prisons of confusion lost in thought for the few years of eternity that are left of me? Tears of fire! Tears of fire! They burn my cheeks and steal my vision! Tears of fire, the gift of guilt, eventually my soul’s destined bane!
A song of sorrow I whistle in the dark corridors of my heart, a song of hopelessness in the depths of my mind! My eyes take me places I’ve feared all my life! My ears hear things I’ve feared all my life! The winds tell me stories I never wished to hear!
A new darkened meaning to life I have found, and I am mercilessly consumed by it!
A new path I have chosen, one with no end, filled with fire that can be quenched only by evil thirsts! Thirsts to satisfy wrongful desires! And although quenched, done so falsely!
I am surrounded by trickery! The end is near! I am wasted and hurt in a desert of misery!
Just when my eyes are closing, my heart succumbing to the forces of sorrow, somewhere in the distance, I hear a hopeful voice! A ray of light, an angel singing, hope has arrived, maybe a minute too late, but still, arrived to wipe my tears of fire!

Screamjack

Prayer

There is this friend of mine who I meet very often, and he keeps telling me he cannot understand prayer! He keeps explaining to me how prayer always fails to make sense in his head! Well, just a while ago, I looked into his eyes and asked him,
“When you pray, do you believe someone is listening?”
He didn’t answer, he just began to pray and experience heaven’s wonders!
I make no accusation against my friend, nor do I agree with his former opinion of prayer!
See the power of prayer is twofold! It depends not alone in the power of God but in the power of our Faith! God is intangible in the physical world! But that does not mean he has an inability to work wonders in this world! See, his wonders are worked through us! For he lives in us and we are his image! So considering this notion of mine, I can safely say that the power of our prayers has a very close relationship with our faith!
Another weakness of man is he asks more rather than thank, when he prays!
Prayer is not an opportunity to sit down and cry to God about all the things He hasn’t given us! It is an opportunity to sit down and thank Him for all the things He has given us and for all that he is going to give us, for we know and we believe all things that come from Him are good! See this friend of mine, there were days when he would cry to me and tell me, I pray and I pray, but He never listens! And everyday I find it harder for I am struck with this thought, “Why do I speak to someone I cannot see? Am I mad?” I told him that faith is blind and its beauty lies in its extent of blindness! We live in a world where people say all that glitters is not gold! Does this line make sense if our minds wish to see stone as gold or lead as gold? We have eyes and two of them only, but the two of mine have caused so much sin in me I wish God had given me only one so I could halve my guilt! What is sight? Is it a gift of God? Or is it a limit that man draws to hinder his stream of thought?
We have five senses and five senses alone! And yes we do have a few people who bring in the sixth sense. Five or six, do you think these senses, without which we are mere vegetables, are enough to completely understand the Power that dwells above? No!
See prayer is not something we do forcefully, or words we say for the sake of those words being said, or for the satisfaction of a neighbor’s ears! See prayer is a weapon! A weapon against man’s greatest enemy, temptation! And how great is God to give us such a beautiful weapon!
Let me put forth an example to form a communication pathway between my mind and yours! We have an extremely intelligent man who develops an unimaginable computer program that works wonders! In this case, man is the creator and the program is the created! Do you wish to tell me, that the program can understand the mind of the programmer? I am hopeful you do not, for then I would safely term you, either insane or rudely disagreeable! This is an example to just explain why we cannot understand the power of God!
A program is just a code that has logical sense, but our God, how loving He is to create programs in his own image! Programs that he doesn’t use, but loves! And how loving He is to shower on us ample gifts and work through us His unimaginable wonders!
Prayer is our weapon, prayer is our communication with God, and prayer is our source of comfort! We do not pray because we need to pray, but we pray because we want to pray!
For prayer under compulsion is almost ineffective but prayer under will can work wonders!
I will tell you a little more about this friend of mine! He fretted for days about the fact that he could make no communication with God! He questioned me a million times and most of the times, I had an answer! This is no boast of mine for this friend was none other than the image in my mirror!
Prayers work! Give God a chance, you’ll never regret it!
Peace

Screamjack

Faith!

Christ my love, my savior, my God!
In a situation where hope seems like a foolish endeavor, you make it seem otherwise. See I have understood that faith is a recognition of the reality that is yet to be seen. I am but a mindless romantic with hopes beyond dreams and dreams beyond desires and my words may seem to you like a maze with no exit. My apology for this is sincere.
In this work of mine, I wish to indulge in the splendors of faith! See man accepts the existence of that divine power that governs the plan that keeps us in safety. He accepts the existence of the "Almighty"! But tell me, why in the vastness of the universe does man deny the power of his creator! What is the beginning and what is the end? What is the power of the unseen? We put our hopes in Science! What is Science? Nothing but a progressive perception of what we refer to as "God"! Dwell not in the home that shelters the plan of man but realize the fact that what is unseen is more powerful than what is seen!
We the human race, who are we? We are the created and not the creator! Our intelligence lies in the will of the creator!
Avoid your ego, and build the gratitude that you are meant to, towards the creator!
Faith is not something you can explain with numbers and equations! Faith is a state of transcendence, that enables man to make the impossible, yes indeed, possible!
Christ, I love Him!
Do you know why? Cause when we consider faith and God, we question ourselves asking "Does God know our feelings, emotions, sorrows and shortcomings?"
Let me devolve to you a very important piece of information!
You may criticize and yes it is a great possibility that you may disagree with me! But God! Don't you think he gave us the greatest gift mankind can ever receive? Christ! He came down and went through the temptation that man experiences! He overcame it! He experienced the pain, sorrow and misery that we all do! And he died! And yes, he overcame death!
And do you know what that means? It means there does exist a great deal of hope for all of us.
Sorrow is our friend! A dear teacher who purges us of our sins!
The world is a pool of sin! One way does exist with which we can transcend from the desires of the flesh and satisfy the desire of our soul! Salvation has been offered, but we can be saved only if we accept the offer!
Forget the perception of your eyes and build faith in the perception of your heart!
Happiness is undefined without faith! You have a task at hand!
Define it!
Peace

Screamjack

Curious Princess

She walked the gardens of her mind,
Seeking the comfort her heart desired!
The gardens Elysian and eloquently rose-lined,
Its beauty by millions, truly admired!
Her curiosity like an ever-flowing spring,
Discovering more than the world could offer
She won my heart with her charming sting,
And explored all of my mind’s coffers!

Hey curious princess do you know,
Heaven’s angels wait on you!
Hey curious princess can I walk?
In the pleasant corridors of your heart
And hey curious princess can you see?
The magical angel in your mirror
Your curiosity can find its desired ease,
Somewhere in the realm of my love

The winds are whistling a mysterious hymn,
Articulated to your mysterious desires!
And at your divine sight mountains do spin,
And the angels play their harps and lyres!
The marvels of the creator glorified in you,
His precious diamond you shall always be!
Your soul whose purpose I have construed,
Mine to cherish for all eternity!

Hey curious princess do you know,
Heaven’s angels wait on you!
Hey curious princess can I walk?
In the pleasant corridors of your heart
And hey curious princess can you see?
The magical angel in your mirror
Your curiosity can find its desired ease,
Somewhere in the realm of my love

The aura of magic that surrounds you,
Instills in me a magical sensation!
Unsought splendors you put me through,
And so you do every opportune occasion!
My soul is glad its thirst has ended,
My eyes have found a true purpose to admire,
Our years of eternity shall be magical and splendid,
And forever shall it burn our love’s unquenchable fire!

Hey curious princess do you know,
Heaven’s angels wait on you!
Hey curious princess can I walk?
In the pleasant corridors of your heart
And hey curious princess can you see?
The magical angel in your mirror
Your curiosity can find its desired ease,
Somewhere in the realm of my love

Screamjack

Shpongle Land

This is for Shpongle........ who cradle my soul......

Shpongle Land

The gate was before my eyes. The shpongle head with those three pairs of eyes carved parallel to each other.I wished to open the gate. A deep desire of mine it was to open that gate, to discover the marvels, the fantasies and ecstasies that lay inside. An old bearded man stood near the gate. He told me, “You shall enter, but where is your ticket?” So from my pocket I took out the little piece of blotting paper and I placed it on my tongue. The old man looked into my eyes, and then slowly…. Slowly…..slowly….. the gate began to open…. I saw trees red in color. A guard of honor welcoming me, the star shpongled banner hoisted high…. Where is this world? What is is this ecstasy? Everything tingling….. I feel so mashed, smashed, destroyed, stoned, kippered and completely gestonkenflapped!
And then I saw a temple, the people around told me it was carved by God Himself. I entered, the images on the wall so different, so beautiful, so…. So fabulous! Then I met a man who taught me the art of dorset perception! These were divine moments of truth. The people in this place were so different. They had transcended from the realm of ego to the gardens of humility. They had learned to pay attention to the details that truly mattered. Then I met a pretty princess, who revealed to me the only place where I could find the truth, and that place was behind closed eyelids. I trusted her, for her words seemed genuine!
In this world, doubt does not exist. Things are not what they are meant to be, but what you want them to be.
The princess then showed me a garden, a garden of red roses, the rows of roses they formed a maze. I entered, and watched the roses turn from red to green. I’m lost! Where am I? Paranoia! Fear! But then a soft voice inside, comforting me, a feeling of peace. Then I picked up a rose and immersed myself into it’s divine fragrance, and went around the world in a tea daze! Then I saw a middle-aged man, his face masked with rose petals. He laid a hand on my shoulder and asked me the long-awaited question, “Are you shpongled?” I looked at the ground, I looked at the sky, I felt the wind blow, I heard the birds chirp, then I heard the symphony of heaven and slowly replied “Yes, I am!
So he took me to the heart of a green but red-like forest, and shared with me his tales of the inexpressible! Then I met a little girl, who urged me to follow her. I had no choice! The little girl had this unexplainable control on my heart, so I followed her. It seemed we were approaching the peak of a tall mountain. We finally reached the top, from where I saw the world with shpongle eyes. The little girl asked me to throw my hands up in the air, and scream the loudest I had ever desired. And so I did, and then I realized, I had found a new way to say hooray!!!
Then the little girl asked me if I wanted to fly. I wondered if she meant taking a great leap of that mountain top. But then she told me, “Flying is not something you do, it’s something you feel…….” And then she disappeared!
Everything was changing so quickly, everything so vague. My heart had let go of my mind and permitted it to do whatever it pleased!
But that instilled a great amount of fear in me! But then a voice from the sky…. Nothing lasts… But nothing is lost…….
So I let the past go and walked down the street of my imagination.
I explored botanical dimensions and let loose the abilities of my mind!
Those plants were so friendly, so amazing!
I befriended this tree named Sullivan, and he explained to me the ineffable mysteries of Shpongle Land! Then I met this caterpillar who told me life is not about the things that are big, but those that are small.
Then I met this ant, who told me worry was a parasite that dwelt in every human heart and it had to be destroyed!
Then I left my friends and continued down my path. I saw another gate ahead. The gate had a glittering sigh board on it that read, “Reality!” I wanted to turn back, to stay here forever. But the people said, “No!” This was not where I belonged. I had to face reality, not turn away from it. I had no choice, step by step, I walked towards the gate. Then I opened it and stepped out. The lessons I had learnt still remain with me, and they shall forever.
One memory that shall remain with me forever is when I walked through that gate of reality out of Shpongle Land, I turned my head back to look one last time. There stood the old bearded man, the words of magic flowing from his lips, “My friend, you will return!”

Screamjack

Why is man a fool?

He offers his heart to temporary desires.
He decides in accordance to emotion.
He prefers pride over common sense.
Love is a stranger to him! He tries love, like a convict in court.
He lives under a foolish law!
He follows his eyes rather than his heart!
He realizes only at the wrath of sin!
He tries escaping the prisons of sorrow!
Cannot he understand? He can find peace only if his time is served! Sorrow is not his enemy, but a close old friend!
He does not appreciate when he is truly meant to,
He praises the unworthy!
He perceives the woman to be a mystical game!
He merges the motives of need and greed!
He gives his mind to strange masters, and finds pleasure in the ways they play with his mind!
His perspective is the perception of his mind alone,
but he believes it to be the only truth!
He believes impatience is a clever shortcut,
and he's always searching for the easy way out.
He exiles humility from his very own heart,
wishing it never to return again!
But when he sees wisdom depart as well,
he returns with tears, in immense repentance!
"I am a fool, and you are a fool",
wisdom is yours if this you accept!

Screamjack

The Tale Of A Ten Rupee Note

And so my story begins,
In the south country,
Switching pockets at the wink of an eye,
In my youth,
I found the respect of man,
For his greatest desires I could buy.

He treated me well,
In pride he would tell,
The tale of how he strived to earn me
But then came greed,
That made his sense bleed,
And he sold me to a merchant over a cup of tea.

The rich merchant,
The agent of greed,
He tossed me into his sparkling vault
But then he sold me,
A bribe! A disgrace!
I was used to shelter, his great fault!

As time took its toll,
On my reputation,
I saw my status swoop down like an eagle
But then there were moments,
When I would still find,
The hands of men who were rich and regal

Then came a day,
When I found the hands,
Of a curious young boy on the threshold of manhood,
His desires he embraced,
In blinding haste,
With me by his side forgetting the lessons of childhood

Then the young lady,
Driven by emotions,
Standing on the thin rope of doubt
She wasted my value,
On material desire,
And in her satin gown, she hopelessly roamed about



One blissful morning,
I found the fingers,
Of a famous man, rich but humble
He won my respect,
For his humility,
And when he used me, his character did not stumble.

One cold night,
A pretty young girl,
Dropped me in the hands of a distraught beggar
It was this deed
That I truly cherished,
A twinkle of hope, after most had withered

The old is forgotten,
The new has begun,
Man has lost his love for me.
My value is smaller,
His desires are greater,
No longer can I bring him that joyous glee.

The deeds I had done,
The hearts I had won,
When I roamed the country in my prime!
The memories have passed,
My value is lost,
Somewhere in the foggy ruins of time!

Screamjack

Smoked My Cigarette

Smoked My Cigarette

I saw the pretty young lady,
Walking slowly along,
The rivers of her delicate imagination
She believed in flowers,
And the spirit of spring,
And slowly unwrapped the packages of temptation
I saw her life crashing down,
From the skies of satisfaction,
How she had sold her heart and her wit!
So her tears I bore,
And shared her grief,
And down the street, smoked my cigarette!

I saw the dreamer,
Coming towards me,
Singing to the dream that dwelt deep in his heart
A song of sorrow,
A song of defeat,
Of how he had failed in the most important part
He wept and he mourned,
His tears washing the floor,
The spirit of repentance in him had been lit,
I gave him my shoulder,
I gave him my heart,
And down the street, smoked my cigarette!

I saw the rich young man,
The jewel fanatic,
He fancied easy women and diamond stones
In the streets of his mind,
He ruled in arrogance,
In pride he believed he knew the unknowns
But I saw him fall,
Like a rock from the sky,
Hard on his face, into a deep pit
I watched him and laughed,
At the emptiness of his words,
And down the street, smoked my cigarette!

I saw the famous young girl,
Bathed in intoxicating scents,
She believed her beauty would win the world
Her world was small,
A maze with too many walls,
She helplessly tried her way out,
I saw her kneel in humility,
And cry out loud,
She writhed in the pain in all her doubt
She wore a veil,
As she walked,
To hide the misery that put her in a fit,
She was a sanctuary,
Of arrogance and pride,
But I lent not my ears and smoked my cigarette!

Then my eyes saw,
A most divine sight,
An angel who dropped from the vaults of heaven
I loved her well,
With the heart I had,
But love seemed to have a strange purpose
I saw the divine angel,
Turn slowly human,
And then my desires descended to the surface
I watched her drift away,
With the sly evening breeze,
And then she was gone before I figured it
But my own tears I collected,
And turned into laughter,
And down the street, smoked my cigarette!

Pretty women I’ve seen,
With ambitious men have been,
I have heard the deceitful man’s words that crackle
The man with gold I notice,
The cruel man, the god of greed
His soul he sells, to the diamond’s sparkle
These men speak,
Only what all men speak
And to their little human desires weakly submit
The poet alone couldn’t change the world,
So this note he left for you,
And down the street he went and smoked his cigarette!

Screamjack

The Tale Of Ganja Park

The Tale Of Ganja Park

I am a teller of tales you do know well,
Tales of strange women and journeys I’ve made,
But a tale there is that remains untold,
About the green memory of mine that is never to fade

I shall begin about the green old temple,
Where time began, where true men were born,
Where thoughts transcended the heights of reality,
Where the law of the land made attempts forlorn
Where little boys learnt the depths of their ability,
And became men to forge a great new world,
Where the air floated with divine tranquility,
And the deepest of emotions were unfurled!

It is here that the gifts of our sweet love nature,
Were truly cherished beyond all logic and sense,
And here that we trekked the rivers of our imagination,
And when the enemy came, jumped over the fence
It was here the ambience of heaven was reflected,
The oceans of bliss flowing through our souls,
Great ideas we forged within that temple,
And left them on trees which served as scrolls

The temple of weed, the forest of dreams,
Where laughter and smoke warms the fresh air,
Where the spirit of Mary Jane truly dwells,
Where joints are smoked in only pairs

The green memory that shall live forever,
The paradise where men made their mark,
Where smoke and laughter were the ample entities,
The spirit shall live on, Sweet Home Ganja Park!

Screamjack

Reminisce

Love, mistakes and sorrow are the three teachers God appoints to lead us to happiness.....

Reminisce

Yes, heaven had a different plan,
Though the skies told us otherwise,
And love had some other strange purpose,
To accomplish in our blindfolded lives!

Perhaps, lies a secret to which I’m a stranger,
Lingering behind the curtains of sorrow,
To reveal to me a certain divine plan,
That instills hope of a brighter tomorrow!

You now dwell in the myriad of my memories,
Swimming into my conscience that rare day,
No more are you accountable to my heart’s crown,
And yes, the divine plan was you not to stay!

As beneath sorrow’s taming stick,
I have in obedience learnt his law,
I now dwell in the realm of reason,
And have freed myself of anger’s destructive claws!

The past was bitter we are dutiful to admit,
Drowning in the ocean of our emotions,
Victimized by momentary thoughts and feelings,
Laying our decisions in the hands of futile notions!

But love is like a poem that lives forever,
Dwelling in the heart of the faithful artist,
And in the hearts of all who indulge,
Floating within like a thin light mist!

But its remnants are only the moments pleasant,
That cradle rather than scar the soul,
So time taught me to accept the loss,
And wisdom to find Him who made me whole!

I can now smile as I reminisce,
Plunging deep into my mind,
My soul now can willfully smile,
As I stop my life, and for a while rewind!

Screamjack

Torch Of Desires

The morning embraced my humble presence,
As I artfully designed the torch of desires,
It’s splendid appearance a tremendous sight,
But even more when I lit its tip on fire

The grass that burns so precious and pretty,
Its gaseous form my sumptuous breakfast,
Between my fingers it rests in ease,
How could the world term this torch ‘accursed’?

The quantum world lost in pride and ego,
Shutting the important doors of perception,
Taking the holy smoke of our lips,
Imprisoning us in their cells of deception

This torch, this magnificent holy beacon,
That leads those lost deep in sea,
Showing the way to our long sought peace,
Teaching us to enjoy a simple cup of tea

Why does the world so sinfully reject?
Nature’s priceless benevolent gift
She only wishes us to find what we seek,
The peace that will close our soul’s largest rift

A peace so comforting our minds perceive it not,
A peace soul-cradling with divine long arms,
Tending to the deep wounds which wastefully bleed,
The torch of desires which rests in my palm

Why is the world so sinfully stubborn?
Such narrow minds, so sinfully narrow,
Originally programmed to be free and open,
But eventually reducing to the mind of a sparrow

Making food taste better than it’s meant to,
Making the air smell sweeter than it is,
Helping us let go those irrational fears,
The torch of desires, the ticket to bliss

The torch shall burn bright as the sun,
Kindling a flame in the minds of men
We shall embrace nature’s loving gift,
And see peace play its vital role again

Screamjack

Drowning

The seventeenth shot I blissfully held,
That dreary night when my breath was dying,
In the distance I heard the children screaming,
The birds crying, the great scholars sighing!
The world was coming to its expected end,
Or so proclaimed the men who loved to proclaim,
But into my chalice I put all these worries,
And drowned them in an instant all the same!

I swayed as I walked to the old portrait,
Of the colorful old man with a long white beard,
He came to life in an electric sparkle,
His wisdom and humility I sincerely revered.
He told me that night, that sorrow was prying,
Outside my doors, waiting to come in,
Pain was on, his journey right now,
His task, my fragmented heart to win!
I walked to my desk sorrowful and pained,
And poured myself a great sumptuous drink,
And into the chalice I put all these worries,
And drowned them hastily, in a wink!

Then came a fabulous pretty young girl,
Who told me a tale of all that was good!
In intent I listened to her charming voice,
In surprise and disbelief there I stood.
Could it be true, the tale that she told?
For it came not of my human perception,
The woman was a liar! I pled her to flee,
But instead I made love to her in a warm reception!
The night was aging, my thirst was growing,
I poured myself, a large wondrous drink,
And into the chalice I put all new worries,
And drowned them fiercely, in a blink!

I am a dreamer, in this dangerous world,
But I am hurt for here dreams have no place!
They are rejected and sinfully dejected,
In this world which treats all dreamers crazed!
The sun pried close beneath the horizon,
As I poured myself, a new hopeful drink,
And into the chalice I put all worries,
And drowned them happily, there’s no more to think!

Screamjack

The Elysian Lady

The Elysian Lady

If a friend genuine, I ever sought,
I would lend my ears to her voice,
If a comrade I needed when I chased colors,
It would be her with whom I would rejoice.
When the waves in my mind cheat all logic,
And the sun sets to never rise again,
The simplest words which grace her speech,
Rescue me from the world’s deepest den.

When tears wish to burn my cheeks,
And sorrow to conquer my heart,
When pain has decided I am its prey,
And together they tear my soul apart,
She takes me to a sweet green pasture,
And tailors my mind to accept sorrow,
She teaches me the art of friendship,
And to let go the worries of tomorrow!

When my words found not the ability to express,
The deepest secrets of my mind,
I knew she perceived to the furthest extent,
Those dear secrets of mine which not many could find
Friendship is only a gift divine,
That embraces the extreme inexpressible,
And in her I found it in great abundance,
In truth alone and not scattered syllables

When the winds defied all regularity,
And the stars cheated my human mind,
She told me a tale that stole my attention,
And to misery and pain turned me blind!
She is a friend I shall eternally cherish,
A treasure I have found which never I shall lose,
From the vaults of heaven the Elysian Lady,
Who offers a friendship which cannot be refused!

My words are worth not even the sand,
Which like a nomad wanders the Earth’s surface!
But the words I have writ I truly mean,
For with no honesty, I give no praise!

Screamjack

The People Are Smoking

The People are Smoking

Six year old Jim,
Took a walk down the street,
The weather was dim,
But his moods were upbeat!
The man in the corner,
Lit a white cigarette,
And puffed on it slowly,
Like to it he was in debt!
Then further ahead,
A fair lady in red,
Blew smoke like a chimney,
She looks like she’s dead!
Then the man at the sweet store,
Singing a song,
Took drags terribly long,
Something was wrong!
Jim heard the trees crying,
And saw the birds flying,
Then ran quickly to mother,
And began to sing like he’s dying!

The people are smoking,
The green trees are choking,
But the people keep joking,
About the revoking of smoking!
The birds in the air,
Are quickly flying away,
To air that is bare,
In sweet loving pairs!

Twelve year old Lola,
Took a walk down the street,
The weather was dim,
But her moods were upbeat!
She stopped by a shop,
And bought a white cigarette,
And puffed on it gaily,
In not an ounce of regret!
Her mother who watched,
From far down the road,
Drenched in dismay,
Began to croak like a toad!
She walked to her daughter,
In great anger and rage,
And slowly started to sing,
Like a canary in a cage!

The people are smoking,
The green trees are choking,
But the people keep joking,
About the revoking of smoking!
The birds in the air,
Are quickly flying away,
To air that is bare,
In sweet loving pairs!

Twenty year old Simon,
Took a walk down the street,
The weather was dim,
But his moods were upbeat!
From deep in his pocket,
He took out a cigarette,
In a moment he lit it,
As the sun made him sweat!
From somewhere far of,
The man the size of a dwarf,
Whose face made you laugh!
Whose voice made you cough!
Out from his notebook,
Came a lengthy fine bill,
For smoking not where you’re meant to,
And knowingly doing so still!
Then all the people around,
Let their voices make sound,
Barked like dogs in a pound,
The song that’s been going around!

The people are smoking,
The green trees are choking,
But the people keep joking,
About the revoking of smoking!
The birds in the air,
Are quickly flying away,
To air that is bare,
In sweet loving pairs!

Screamjack

Screamjack's Letter To The Minister

Screamjack’s Letter To The Minister

Dear Minister,
I am a magician with words, but my tricks are seldom intended to cause harm, but often guidelines which you shall find of interest.
I indulge not in the shallow beliefs of man, nor am I an admirer of the administrative systems of the world. If you converse with me, you may assume me an aimless wanderer, but I assure you, I am neither aimless, nor ambitious, I am just a realist, an optimistic realist I might add. I have devolved the merest personal data which a necessity, to you, I must begin.
From my elders heard have I, that there exists a document of rules! And there exists a few bodies which manipulate and improvise these rules to the comfort of the community we call society. These bodies, these organizations, these little groups of people are the elements of concern! These few elements, these cults of corruption are my dearest concern! Dutiful of them it is to govern in accordance to THE LAW! Dutiful it is of them to govern in accordance to RIGHTEOUSNESS! Or so it is mentioned in this document of rules, which I have been told of. But why in all the vastness of the universe do these people do otherwise? Why do we live in a den clouded by the desires of greedy individuals? Change is needed minister, and hastily! I make not a plea to you, nor an order, but just an effort to aware you of the needs of your people!
And they are in need! The people of this world give confidence in hope of a better day to come, a happier story to tell, and a brighter future to look forward to! Not confidence to permit merciless corruption and inconsiderate governance! Governance! Despicable governance, constantly causing disappointment within society!
Materialism is a curse that is in need of destruction, not of support and acceptance!
I stamp it upon your head dear minister, even a lazy government is worth forgiveness, but never a corrupt one!
Have you noticed minister, that every morning you wake up, your first breath feels so innocent? But as you proceed through the day, like thunder comes upon you temptation, desire and ambition! An evil man shall fall prey to these games like a gambler falls prey to roulette! A lazy man shall ignore them! A good man shall challenge them and win them over! Doesn’t this remind you of the government of the day?
The men and women, fresh with a pure mind, enter office with great ambitions and honest purposes, but the evil of the world lures them into a path of maddening temptation! Why does the government of the day always fall prey to these games?
Are they incapable? Are they unwilling to accept the challenge? Are they greedy to settle for the satisfaction of attractive yet sinful temporary desires?
Tell me minister! I wish to know!
We speak of advancements and developments! We speak of moving towards a greater and happier future! But we still nonchalantly ignore the true needy! We still prefer cosmetic comforts over another man’s meal! Despicable!
We are the human race, painted by a divine artist! And like all splendid paintings, there is more to us than meets the eye. We are more than what we have become! We are a race which has misunderstood freedom for power and intelligence for pride!
Change is needed minister, and hastily!
The world trusts in you minister, and the majority honestly trust in you. The world is not a chessboard, it is a beating heart and you are the mind which governs every single one of its beats! You know that one can survive not without the other!
Millions wish for your end, but billions wish for a change in you! The end is not a solution, but change most definitely is! The power vested in you is holy, and misuse it you must not!
I seem like a rebellious young man with more of a heart than a mind, but forgive me minister! I am but a mindless romantic, with dreams beyond desires, and hopes beyond dreams.

Yours psychedelically,
Screamjack

The Eulogy Of Sorrow

The Eulogy Of Sorrow

I am but a mindless romantic, with dreams beyond desires, and hopes beyond dreams, but I have chosen today the tremendously difficult task, to deliver the last words of respect to our dear friend sorrow. We stand here, joyous and ecstatic, at this funeral, to bid goodbye to a friend, who taught us that the world was not just what it seemed, but more, and a friend who taught us that life was not just what it seemed, but more, and a comrade who never abandoned us until we discovered that which we sought most, his misconceived greatest rival, happiness. When I was four, the world was a pool of playthings, and I thought it was perfect.
But sorrow, the teacher of honesty crept in ever so slowly and taught me, that though all was not perfect, there existed in us the ability to live with the imperfect!
When I was twelve and change was inevitable, sorrow, the teacher of life crept in ever so slowly and taught me, that though change was inevitable, there existed in us the ability to accept change!
When I was in a world of color, fascinated by all that caught the eye, sorrow crept in ever so slowly and taught me, that all that glittered was not gold!
We lived our years despising sorrow, cursing him, radiating enormous amount of hatred towards him! Little did we realize that at the station of creation, sorrow was intertwined with our existence!
Every time in life I sought a meaning to happiness, I understood that true happiness could be discovered only if true sorrow had been discovered!
Sorrow our dear friend, today strike me it does that you were the gift of heaven!
The billions gathered here, at your funeral, offer you their most immense gratitude for the works you have committed in their lives.
You devoured pride when it wished to cause my downfall, and you taught me humility when I wanted it not, but needed it. And then in my hands you lovingly offered the great treasure of wisdom. Now it has come of my mere human understanding, that your presence in my life was a basic necessity! Now it has struck my humbled heart that you were as vital to it as the blood that quenches its thirst.
My dear friend, I wish to honestly declare, that the world will never miss you, but will always be thankful for what it has learnt beneath your taming stick! You were indeed, a ruthless disciplinarian yet a great teacher, and though every minute the world wished you to flee, you moved not an inch but proceeded with your task. Your task to lead us to your misconceived rival, happiness! How cruel of the world to shed not a single tear at your passing, the world you tamed and taught, loved and cared for! But I understand that this is your fate, and I know you knew it as well, from the very beginning.
Now that your task has been accomplished, the world celebrates in joy and happiness!
What an ignorant world? A world which knows not where its joy came from! A world which fails to realize he who it despised most, brought to them what it desired most!
My gratitude will never suffice to do you justice, but I know you wish not for it.
You were my teacher, and when distracted I was by colorful snakes and dangerous desires, you were there to lead me where I was meant to go.
When I was lost in a world overflowing with materialistic fanatics, you taught me that the satisfaction of human desires were naught but a temporary pleasure, but there was a deeper meaning to my existence in this world.
The time has finally come, to bid you goodbye. I am grateful for the true happiness you helped me discover! I know will come the moment when the world shall be grateful as well. Sorrow my friend, may your soul rest in peace.

Screamjack

Psyolution Day

Psyolution Day

After my experiences in the astral plane, I have come to realize that the end is near......
But the end is naught but a new beginning...... The end, a destruction of all that is negative, of all that is hurtful, and of all that speaks of sorrow and destructive desires.......
We realize at a particular level and that level alone.... But we all know there exists, another dimension, where powerful realizations can be made....... That dimension, which lies so close to our minds yet farther than the sun.......
I believe a day is to come, when this world will change for the better of itself.........This world will unknowingly move towards a brighter sunshine, and realize a humility which offers great wisdom....
This world is a void, and a pointless void it shall remain for eternity...... But our minds have the power to instill fullness in this void, fullness so great that it gives a great amount of peace! Isn’t peace what we all crave for? Isn’t peace our greatest desire? Isn’t peace the objective of all war? Isn’t peace the aim of wisdom?
But understand we all must that peace begins not from the outer world, but from within us. For only peace that begins from within, is true and honest, and it is this peace that the world truly craves for!
The time will come when the world will realize the things which it has not seen, and those little aspects which it failed to observe, and those merest of feelings which it always avoided, and the emptiness of its great decisions made!
Humility is the beginning and the end, wisdom is the only but great security offered, and living is the most necessary illusion which we are to experience.
Psyolution day will arrive, but unlike the regularity of worldly auspicious days, the arrival of this day shall vary in the minds of people! It will come, when you wish it to come! It will come, when you close your eyes to pride and open up to the infinite worlds that dwell beyond the normal.
It strikes me funny how we so willingly tune ourselves to the rules laid by an ignorant government which desires for money rather than peace, a government selfish, greedy and despicably ignorant of our basic necessities.
I’ve noticed lately, the disgusting attitude of these men around the city, who wear the pale khaki attire! I hate men who stamp their authority just for the little pointless pleasure that they gain from it! I hate men who make money out of the difficulties of another! I hate men who sit around all day in their workplaces cooking up conspiracies for mind-destructive money! Bloody money, whether it’s in excess or not, it’s always making the world sad! The intense desire for money and material, the greatest curse of man!
But the day will arrive, when such desires shall vanish, and man shall find a true meaning to life, and that day will arrive, and the compulsion of it’s arrival is as much as the rising of the sun every dawn and it’s definitive setting every dusk!
Have you ever wondered why we hate the things we have invented and the systems we have created? Does it sometimes strike you preposterous how foolish and limited the systems of the day are? The good world (according to society), speaks of respect and obedience shown by actions and gestures! What is respect and obedience if they come not from within? Nothing less than a blatant lie!
But the day will come, when the world will realize there is much more to the things that it has created, and there exists a deeper meaning to its greatest theories and perceptions!
And that day will come, like the raging wind which brings change upon a vast area of land, like the moist winds which bring the ever so desired rain to fiery hot lands.
Rules will remain rules alone and their true purpose shall be discovered only when their followers begin to realize humility! I speak for humility, and I praise humility, for it teaches me the art of wisdom, which is the true treasure of life and the diamond of creation! Wisdom offers itself not to those who seek for it, but those who seek humility instead! And until we realize humility with a true purpose, wisdom shall remain distant from us! And the day will come, when we shall realize that great humility! Pride shall be humbled, and sorrow shall perish with it! That day will come, and its arrival will strike us as amazing as our very own existence! Psyolution Day is coming, wisdom awaits us and humility is knocking at the doors of our hearts, you know what to do.

Screamjack

The Bride On Acid

there's a thin line between imagination and madness....

The Bride On Acid

And so the princess of the land of Lord Shiva,
In her colorful attire readying her appearance,
To the tunes of her mother, who driven by tradition,
Who wishes for, in the world coherence!
The millions standing by the pathway,
That leads to whom she blindly is pledged,
She ceases for an hourly-like minute,
To consume the substance, whose effects alleged!
And the minutes begin to slowly consume,
The base of all her childhood thought,
She slowly transcends to an elusive dimension,
The wave-like feelings, the colorful dots!
And then her attire so seemingly attractive,
Suddenly meaning ever so much more,
All in her life that lays ahead waiting,
That lay beyond those locked up doors!

And then the orchestra and their instruments,
Merging with the crowd that chatter,
Chattering about their well lived days,
As around her, revolves some volatile matter!
And then the flowers shower upon her,
And him who stands so close yet far,
And then in the distance the deadly blur,
And then the flowers, changing into stars!
But now the time has finally come,
To reveal the depths of her exploited heart,
Whether they care is not her concern,
But her thoughts and desires she must impart!

And so she takes off her heavy diamond veil,
To reveal a beauty divine and pure,
As her voice she so freely lets go,
Her mother watching, this behavior endures!

‘Dearly beloved family and friends,
This wedding is not of my desire,
You shallow people, you miserable lot,
You venomous despicable treacherous liars!
Cannot you all see there is so much more?
To all that you often, hear and see,
You shallow people, you miserable lot,
No more shall I live beneath your pleas!’



And so she races towards the door,
The grass of heaven in her little hands,
She raises her fingers in a childish goodbye,
And then looks at the ceiling which slowly expands!
Towards her mother in great rage she glares,
A message to impart, a feeling to share,
Her mother in fury quickly ignores,
The daughter who failed to grow well in her care!

And then realize she did begin to,
Vaguely but strongly, slowly but deeply,
The places to which she had so really been,
Those meandering rivers, that fell so steeply!
Flee did she, from the fortress of her up-bringers,
Reaching out for the distant bright sun,
Never to live beneath the curse of blind tradition,
But to live the new life she had just begun!

I saw her running from the distance,
Speedily towards me, my love to know,
In great joy her hands she threw around me,
As we sat beside the great river that flowed!
Her divine love, mine to cherish,
As beside me she dwells, happy and placid,
The woman of wonder, magnificent and divine,
My lady, my love, The Bride On Acid!

The Rape Case Of Alicia Krihetsenova

The Rape Case Of Alicia Krihetsenova

Somewhere within the realm of this world,
I lay beside her lost in her splendor,
And I gaze into those sweet sparkling eyes,
And slowly to her magnificence weakly surrender!
I hold her hand and innocently declare,
That eternally will I, be beside her,
Beneath the million stars that upon us stare,
I kiss her gently, my sight turning into a blur!
So the minutes run by, as we grow in love,
This mythical angel forcefully conquering my heart,
Her enrapturing beauty which I am unworthy of,
Never will we dwell in this world apart!

I watched the three men tormenting her,
Viciously salivating at her divine beauty,
Exploiting her womanhood, as I try to deter,
But they pound me with their hands, oiled and sooty!
I weep to the heavens that I pray are true,
Cause left I am with not a choice,
My love, my Alicia hurt and blue,
Tears of blood inside as I hear her helpless voice!
These men spat out from the fiery depths of hell,
Destroying my princess, the conqueress of my life,
Her screams of pain and such disgust no man can ever tell,
The heavy tears welling in my eyes, the horrific scourging strife!
These evil men stealing her holy chastity,
The blood in my veins begging to escape,
They beat her to the ground, the cruel torture,
Her cries, her cries at the feet of these merciless apes!

She cries out my name, ever so loudly,
The three men murderously beating her still,
Then slowly they let go of her, turning towards me,
Spitting at my head, watching my tears spill!
I gaze up at them, noting all their features,
Imprinting their appearances on my mind,
They lay their feet on my blood drenched head,
But my eyes fixed on my Alicia as to the men I remain blind!
They leave, as I so slowly crawl,
Towards the angel who upheld my soul,
Red and bloody are the surrounding walls,
As I hold her in my arms, feeling her tears roll!
She runs her fingers through my hair,
Her hands slowly weakening their warming grip,
Then her eyelids do what I cannot bear,
Closing forever as a beat my torn heart slowly skips!

So the days went by my emotions forming,
A pool of sorrow, an ocean of misery,
Revenge I sought every minute from then on,
On the sick wicked bastards who upheld treachery!
The spirit of Alicia never departed from me,
And always I felt her, keeping me warm,
She moved with the wind yet always beside me,
When the flowers were at glory, or a black threatening storm!
So came the sunrise, that finally instilled in me,
The maddening rage to murder, the insane thirst to kill,
With revenge in my heart, I walked forth,
Seeking for the soldiers who glorified hell’s will!
For years I searched, and still I searched,
For the blood in me would never stop boiling,
But never would come even a single minute,
When Alicia left me in my times of roiling!
Then came a day when I sighted one of the three,
I slowly lurked at the borders of his fortress,
Waiting for the opportune moment,
As my mind drifted away into a sorrowful reminisce!
Then I raced towards him, raging and murderous,
I dug my weapon into his neck, feeling his blood splatter,
I spat at his body lying dead at my feet,
And then hacked him into a cake-like batter!
I left his home, seeking for the other two,
My arms bloody red, my mind little appeased,
Even the spirit of Alicia could do no hindrance,
In my path of murder, that caused me pleased!

Then came the day when I sighted the other two,
Without refrain I moved towards them,
Driving my weapon into their heads,
Speaking of the acts that had them condemned!
The cries of Alicia swam in my mind,
They caused me violent on the accused,
Singing a song of great hurt and sorrow,
I ripped to pieces them who had my love abused!
Stepping on the bloody paste that lay on the ground,
I shed tears of immense grief,
Then I walked ahead releasing it all,
My temper of revenge found great relief!


The spirit of Alicia lives in my heart,
Keeping me company when sorrow finds its peak,
From my presence she is never to depart,
Always with me, my heart never to fall weak!
So the minutes run by, as we grow in love,
This mythical angel forcefully conquering my heart,
Her enrapturing beauty which I am unworthy of,
Never will we dwell in this world apart!

The Druggie and the Nun

The Druggie and the Nun

In this world of contradiction,
Perfectly fit do they,
Two with varying convictions,
One curious and the other who prays!
But then in the middle,
There’s Nigel to see,
The solution to the riddle,
The only one there could be!

She indulges in prayer,
When sorrow finds its peak,
She is heaven’s glowing solitaire,
Pious, obedient and meek!
And then there is her,
Curious and adventurous,
Devoid of limits and fear,
Striking her sister preposterous!
And then in the middle with his innocent voice,
Dwelling between a drastic contrast,
In his years of transition to women from toys,
Little Nigel, growing tremendously fast!

Lawful in society she peacefully exists,
With the creator at heart, His will at mind,
The rosary gracefully rolling at her wrists,
Few of those gems the church wishes to find!
But then she who believes not in boundaries,
Exploring worlds beyond the normal,
Considering this world an abandoned foundry,
Rebuilding it to her desires, limitless and paranormal!
But then between with his heart-capturing smile,
Unknowingly binding the demarcated two,
Cruising along the years of life truly worthwhile,
In the dark space of separation, causing the hue!


And then the rain poured,
Causing the air chill and vicious,
The wind raged and the thunder roared,
Lightning bright and severely malicious!
A cup of tea and The Bible at hand,
She gains wisdom within her room,
Learning of what the Lord has for her planned,
Yearning for righteousness and a life of bloom!
But a few feet away in a world of her own,
Comfortably sprawled watching the skies,
Exploring her mind, at peace and alone,
Untouched by the world’s laws and lies!
And then between it all running around,
With numerous things in his mind to share,
Regulating tempers to levels safe and sound,
The perfect combination, so necessary yet so rare!

In peace and felicity they shall proceed,
With desires so different, yet hearts so close,
Wishing to carry out such diametrical deeds,
Living behind the same, yet different doors!
A mix of two extremes, yet the perfect blend
Similarities so few, considered there are none,
But to the other always they remain a friend,
With Nigel in the middle, the druggie and the nun!

Screamjack's Theory Of "Distinctive Perception"

Screamjack’s Theory Of “Distinctive Perception”

Has it ever begun to strike our minds of the ignorant limited and stubborn world we live in?
Why is it when we look around all we see is a world governed by limiting rules, rules carved with the chisels of minds unknown to us?
Why is it that this world always finds a hindrance in the critic? And why is it contradiction always succeeds in hammering us before the finish line?
It is clear that all man wishes to seek is his purpose here, and in the process explore this world of infinite possibility!
It is clear instead of finding the pros in contradictive ideas man always wishes to prove himself, right instead!
The human mind is a machine of immense power, with capabilities beyond the imagination of anyone.
We perceive things to be the way we understand them to be, but necessary it never has been that a neighbor should understand it the same way.
The working of the human mind varies from specimen to specimen.
I believe that I sit on a chair, because that’s what I was told when I was young. I was made to understand, that such an object served as a comfortable means to sit down, and today, if ever I am in the need to sit, I look for a chair, because that’s how my mind has been tuned.
If instead I was taught the chair is a means of self-defense, I would look for a chair each time I found myself in trouble!
But to the human society, knives and guns serve as better means of self defense, so that is what we are thought, and that is how we perceive these objects to be.
How am I to know if the red I’m seeing appears green to another?
This is where the world has been struck hard by a massive hindering wall!
Since we are limited to the perspective of our eyes alone, we fail to understand what others see, and understand what others believe. Instead, to feel secure, we stand up for our ideas, and try proving them right! And there in comes contradiction, which causes the distance between people and feelings of separation and there in the cause to quarrel.
People are stubborn, and that fact is clear cut! We need to open ourselves up, and learn that we are to accept even the thoughts and ideas of everyone around in order to co-exist peacefully.
Each person’s mind has a unique method of perception. We use graphs in order to understand scientific and mathematical theories. This is because these statistical representations offer shorter and easier means to understand what we wish to learn!
A bar chart might help in the case of an individual, and a pie chart in the case of another, as the methods of perception of these minds vary.

Religion and Spirituality

Religion! What the hell is religion?
Why these idols? Why all these prayers, rituals and meaningless celebrations?
And if there exists such variation in religion how am I to know which one is right?
The truth is, whether we desire it or not, there does exist a power up there which governs us all, a power which is the reason of our existence, a certain energy,(as we can perceive it to be) that is always watchful of the proceedings of everything around us.
But such an understanding is much beyond the human mind, and still remains a mystery.
To make things easier, we draw charts, and graphs, and in this case, we refer to idols, prayers and rituals! Whatever the power that exists above is deserving of our attention and respect, and to be respectful of this power, we do it in methods and forms that are understandable to us! There comes the concept of religion!
This is why we constantly here the phrase, “There is only one God, and all religions are pointing only to this one God!” And true it is indeed. People of the world come from different cultures, and various backgrounds and their minds perceive this eternal power in infinite ways.
But our world is stubborn, and every individual wishes all around him to look the way he does, eat the way he does, believe the way he does and live the way he does! This leads to communal conflicts, which further leads to bloodshed, and then tragically the loss of lives due to such a despicable yet childish misunderstanding!
Are we this childish to let such contradictions hinder a peaceful co-existence?
Are we humans, the peak of evolution and the ultimate in intelligence so witless and dull to let such mere misunderstandings come in the way of happiness and peace?
If we are, I reject Science! I reject the solidest of theories laid down by men of great prestige! I reject the government of the day! Cause never will I surrender to a society that pretends to be wise!
Many people I know reject religion and uphold spiritualism, if I think twice, I find no difference! Spiritualism is just another method of considering the power that governs us! Its methods vary drastically with those of religion, but the destination is, always has been and always will be the same!
Are the spiritualists out there going to criticize me and tell me that the religious fanatics out there just fear a non-existent power, and they are foolish?
What is the objective of spiritualism? It is to attain spiritual enlightenment and understanding of what is beyond this life and the origin and purpose of breath!
What’s the objective of religion? It is to attain a complete understanding of God, and of what lays waiting for us beyond this life! Isn’t God the origin of man? Don’t the books like The Bible, The Quran and The Vedas teach us of the purpose of life and means to attain peace and happiness with oneself?
We live in a world of infinite contradictions, but these are just hindrances in the journey.
Our destination is the same, but we tread paths that are radically different! To live in peace, what we need is to broaden our powerful yet weak minds and humble ourselves to understand and respect what others around see and believe!

This is my perception of the world in which I live in.
It might occur dull and obtuse to you but that is how your stubborn mind perceives it to be.
What we see is reality to us, but it might be completely different to someone else. Just learn to open up and give a little space, the world would be a way better place.

Psychedelic Transcendence

“Nobody stopped thinking about those psychedelic experiences. Once you’ve been to some of those places, you think, ‘How can I get back there again but make it a little easier on myself?’” – Jerry Garcia

"In the beginning we were creating our music, ourselves, every night . . . starting with a few outlines, maybe a few words for a song. Sometimes we worked out in Venice, looking at the surf. We were together a lot and it was good times for all of us. Acid, sun, friends, the ocean, and poetry and music." – Jim Morrison

"I believe that with the advent of acid, we discovered a new way to think, and it has to do with piecing together new thoughts in your mind. Why is it that people think it's so evil? What is it about it that scares people so deeply, even the guy that invented it, what is it? Because they're afraid that there's more to reality than they have confronted. That there are doors that they're afraid to go in, and they don't want us to go in there either, because if we go in we might learn something that they don't know. And that makes us a little out of their control." – Ken Kesey

"Of greatest significance to me has been the insight that I attained as a fundamental understanding from all of my LSD experiments: what one commonly takes as 'the reality,' including the reality of one's own individual person, by no means signifies something fixed, but rather something that is ambiguous—that there is not only one, but that there are many realities, each comprising also a different consciousness of the ego. One can also arrive at this insight through scientific reflections. The problem of reality is and has been from time immemorial a central concern of philosophy. It is, however, a fundamental distinction, whether one approaches the problem of reality rationally, with the logical methods of philosophy, or if one obtrudes upon this problem emotionally, through an existential experience. The first planned LSD experiment was therefore so deeply moving and alarming, because everyday reality and the ego experiencing it, which I had until then considered to be the only reality, dissolved, and an unfamiliar ego experienced another, unfamiliar reality. The problem concerning the innermost self also appeared, which, itself unmoved, was able to record these external and internal transformations. Reality is inconceivable without an experiencing subject, without an ego. It is the product of the exterior world, of the sender and of a receiver, an ego in whose deepest self the emanations of the exterior world, registered by the antennae of the sense organs, become conscious. If one of the two is lacking, no reality happens, no radio music plays, the picture screen remains blank." – Albert Hofmann


Psychedelic Transcendence

These distorted patterns,
Floating lightly above,
Optic representations of my feelings,
My desires, my phobias and love!
Slowly swirling, slowly curling,
Then swooping down towards my feet,
Fuelling creativity, stimulating thought,
The images swim hastily and then repeat!

And then the sunlight brighter than before,
Causing unusual sly-faced expressions,
And then the birds chirping, the rhythmic chirping,
And every speck of my mind in a state of regression!
These little things, these shapes and figures,
I analyze in ways to me now so strange,
My eyes begin to observe the littlest of aspects,
All my emotions, thoughts and feelings symmetrically arranged!
And then I twist them with the tips of my fingers,
And re-arrange them with the blink of an eye,
And suddenly inside, another rush of hallucinogen,
And then lost in a distant world, where wingless I can fly!

The rhythmic flow of water somewhere nearby,
Towards which I wander, anxious, curious,
And then I see a marvelous fountain,
Surrounded by angelic women with expressions spurious!
And suddenly they swerve all around me,
Stroking my emotions, caressing my cheeks,
And then suddenly they dissolve into colorful waves,
And then my mind feels worked it has for several weeks!

Suddenly I see where really I am,
Then slowly return to the inner dimension,
Again begin the intense thoughts in my mind,
Till over them all I gain a masterful retention!

Every perception of my ears,
Induces a powerful current in me,
And then an image into which I swim,
And suddenly a realization which sets me free!
This new dimension, this incomparable discovery,
A world which offers a sense of transcendence,
A world where realizations made resemble rules being laid,
Then the state of ataraxis, and then emotional ascendance!
As the hours race by the realizations build,
A notion of wisdom captures my existence,
Then slowly it all fades away, dissolving in the wind,
Yet the sky will never seem the same again, after this Psychedelic Transcendence!

Screamjack

Cruising In The Sunshine

A new discovery, a new dimension, where reason, logic, and other manly illusions have no place!

Cruising In The Sunshine

The pool of my memories,
In which I move rapidly,
Searching for my soul,
Searching for my soul!
And deeper within myself,
In a mind destroyed by sorrow,
I swim like the wind,
Healing the portions,
Destroyed by sorrow,
Destroyed by sorrow!

My fingers quivering,
My feet shivering,
My eyes wavering,
Presence of mind lowering,
The molecules in me escaping,
Escaping, slowly, ever so slowly,
And then returning, quickly returning,
Returning as fast as the sunlight!

Suddenly dawn it is,
And my heart is splitting,
Splitting in two, three, four,
Her evil clutches, letting go,
Slowly letting go,
And the peace of freedom enters,
Slowly entering,
The vibrating currents swimming,
Twisting, turning in accord to an unknown will,
And suddenly piercing my chest,
Now swimming deep in my mind,
And suddenly causing numbness,
Numbness! In my toes, in my fingers!

The evils done to me,
Which I wish to avenge,
With ease I peacefully do,
For the power of my mind,
The power! The power of my mind,
Is of such abundance, and greatness!
All the actions I sinfully desire,
I do with just the re-ordering of my thoughts,
These internal vibrations,
Seducing my mind,
Seducing my mind,
Seducing my mind!
And then I see the path of wonder,
Drenched with the empowering sunshine,
I tread it with rapidity unknown to man,
I tread it with glory, my hands floating in the air!
And then the sun, absorbs me,
As I dissolve into a cool breeze,
Directed towards the glorious sun!
The glorious sun! The marvelous sun!

Away from the curses of sobriety,
In a world of light,
A world of currents!
Looking into the eyes of my mind,
Then playing, playing, playing!
The cells of my skin,
Slowly begin,
To ascend from the layers that lay beneath,
And my eyes lost in hypnotic visions,
Lost in thought, Lost in thought!

This world of infinite possibilities,
This mental cleansing,
Where all sorrow flows out,
Slowly, slowly, never to return ever again!
Spiritually enlightened, emotionally lifted,
Her clutches on my heart will never stand again!
Now, and for a little while more,
Here I will remain, cruising,
Slowly cruising, losing myself,
To peace, to happiness,
In this ocean of enlightenment,
In this mind-caressing light,
This it is that I desire,
To swim, swim and cruise,
As I lose myself to complex thought,
When I am cruising in the sunshine!

Differential Integrals

Rays after reflection perceive do my eyes,
In a process etched by the creator of breath!
But these limiting regulations I cease to understand,
When strikes me, the thought of man's definitive death!

The illusion of civilization pecks away at all reason,
The confines of society, barriers from sense!
Why is it there always a penalty for treason?
And a rope that pulls you down when you look beyond the fence!
Has the mind of man lost its reflex to instinct?
For never does it reject even the things that hurt!
A greed-driven being with ideals irrational,
To kill for hatred, destroy for progress and only then to sense revert!

Elusive are the equations I am forced to learn,
On bases built with naught but assumptions,
Not for knowledge but wisdom will I eternally yearn,
And cleanse myself of knowledge of ignorant presumptions!
So belligerent society in all it’s ignorance,
Believes it has discovered the essence of existence!
But clouded in mists of blackened smoke,
The smoke of egotism, and the inability of co-existence!

Why is it that always sense chooses with ease?
To abandon the weak minds of men in power,
It is because sense associates not with degeneracy,
But only with men who portray the constancy of stars!

The ways of men and the outcome of civilization,
Never strike even the softest chord in my mind,
Weren’t peace and co-existence the intention of progress?
But why is it all men wish for is with wealth to bind?

The minutes in my life never cease to wait,
Causing age in my heart, maturity in my mind,
But from the realm of this world I will soon escape,
And the path to the Elysian Towers set out to find!

The wisest of men know that to seek out for sense,
Is a hopeless task, like an attempt to kiss the sun!
For sense comes from within, from deep inside,
After refinement and processing, like thread being spun!

The world lives every hour like a minute,
Sleeping in a cloud, whose generosity is liberal,
But its deceitful nature is unknown to men,
Its senseless workings, like differential integrals!

Prisoner In Her Arms

Prisoner In Her Arms

Here I am breathing lightly
In the realm of the captivating sunrise,
Lost in an undying memory,
Below the bluest and cloudless of all skies!

So when breathless I stood in her startling presence,
The wind seemed to carry me along its way,
As I lost myself to the touch of her hand,
Feeling its gentle and comforting fray!
Then hold did she my heart in the air,
When she held me in her arms gentle and firm,
Her endearing voice that soothed my mind,
Her flawless smile on my heart had its authority affirmed!
Then the wind carried us through the skies,
As we lost ourselves to love’s enchanting charm!
And just then slowly did it strike my mind,
Of how I was naught but a prisoner in her arms!

Here I am breathing lightly,
In the realm of the vertical sun at noonday,
Lost in an undying memory,
Watching the bluest and cloudless skies turn gray!

Those eyes through which heaven looked at me,
And reminded me of the things that made me smile,
And the fragrance of her love that caressed my mind,
In times of hardness whispering, ‘Look into my eyes for a while’.
The words of her lips satisfied my thirst,
Like nectar from flowers of color bright and enchanting!
As we danced to the swaying tunes of the wind,
And the soundless songs that it had for us chanting!
Then my soul did she capture when my shoulder she held,
Whispering in my ear words of care and charm!
As her caring arms she gently tossed over my neck,
Forever and eternally will I be a prisoner in her arms!

Here I am breathing lightly,
In the realm of the red and fiery sunset,
Lost in an undying memory,
Of which never have will I an ounce of regret!

Solution Cruelty

Solution Cruelty

Oh, the pain of sobriety,
Slowly crawling into my head!
I feel a part of society,
A few months before, from which I fled!
What am I to do? Tell me!
Relief I desire from this treacherous misery!
All these people, greedy with greed,
Surrounding me, their voices, drenched with trickery!
No, no more! To you I must turn again,
You are cruel, but I am left with not a choice,
Temptation you instill in hearts of men,
And plenty turn to you, to listen to your voice!

So the fumes of madness I do consume,
As peace has not satisfied me today!
Yes! This pungent yet attractive perfume,
That keeps me breathing, and with my mind childishly plays!
These noises, these thoughts,
I have heard them, seen them, somewhere before!
This vague blur, these little dots,
Everything changes, so quickly, vaguely, am I on the floor?
Will this ever end? Will sobriety be mine again?
And just then, I drop down, and see clearly once more,
But now I am being raised yet again,
These fluctuating feelings, knocking on my mind’s door!

It is only through this distorted vagueness,
That the power of my mind I truly understand!
And only through this illusionary world,
That my mind in wisdom infinitely expands!
Monotonous this act has finally become,
As I stop but only to start once more,
For these playful feelings I severely desire,
And into these feelings my thoughts I pour!

Ah! So society wrote to me and said,
“Stop this madness or you shall perish!”
But I looked into their eyes, and pointed at their heads,
“My comrades, keep praying with your faithful parish!”

They scourged me, hurt me, tormented me,
Begging and pleading me to stop!
But it is this that I will eternally fail to understand,
Of how within the realm of society, man has reached the top!
An overrated system of administration,
Is what society is and always has been,
Thriving on lies and principles foolish,
Yes, evil, hatred and corruption dwelling within!

So, I turn to you, to you,
Take me from here, play with me,
Make these people different and new,
Tell me I am someone I never can be!
Twist my thoughts, put forth puzzles,
And I shall solve them, one at a time,
From witless society, have my mind muzzled,
And make my life meaningful and sublime!

Society my darling, do you wish to stop me?
How can I explain to you, these wonderful things!
All these which you never can see,
These hoops, colors and invisible rings!
I understand that you always loved me,
And wished only to make happiness in me full,
But if only tell I could, I most definitely would,
About the chanting in my head, “Pull, Pull, Pull!”

Third Floor Heaven

"Every drink means something, only when it's with OCDC!!!"

Third Floor Heaven

So when they enter,
With a thirst perpetual,
With smiles on their faces and strength in their strides!
Seating themselves,
In the vacant third floor,
As they take hold of their glasses, in style with pride!
Then slowly they sip,
Freeing their hearts,
Of the troubles of the day and those of last night!
Then as it gets light,
They begin to speak,
Of how the world has no meaning, and men have no sight!

Chorus:
My mind is drifting to a far of land,
Yet the brim of my glass is never enough!
All that I see has circles around it,
These colorful waters, smooth and rough!
I puff on a stick that takes me where I’ve not been,
Cause life is so good when the grass is green!
I’m counting my glasses, now numbering seven,
I’m drifting away I’m on third floor heaven!

Smoke purges the air,
Spreading priceless peace,
As they raise their glasses with spirits so high!
Then slowly they down,
These colorful waters,
And lay their glasses down and begin to fly!
Some lay on tables,
And some on the ground,
Singing songs that make their wasted minds think!
Though they lay wasted,
It means not a limit,
For their glasses go up, for yet another drink!

Chorus:
My mind is drifting to a far of land,
Yet the brim of my glass is never enough!
All that I see has circles around it,
These colorful waters, smooth and rough!
I puff on a stick that takes me where I’ve not been,
Cause life is so good when the grass is green!
I’m counting my glasses, now numbering seven,
I’m drifting away I’m on third floor heaven!



Bridge:
The world is so good from this perspective,
For even the worst of all women look attractive!
This elevated state is where man is meant to be,
For only here from his sorrows he will always be free!

Then slowly they sip,
Freeing their hearts,
Of the troubles of the day and those of last night!
Then as it gets light,
They begin to speak,
Of how the world has no meaning, and men have no sight!

Chorus:
My mind is drifting to a far of land,
Yet the brim of my glass is never enough!
All that I see has circles around it,
These colorful waters, smooth and rough!
I puff on a stick that takes me where I’ve not been,
Cause life is so good when the grass is green!
I’m counting my glasses, now numbering seven,
I’m drifting away I’m on third floor heaven!

Addiction Contradiction

This is how works a substance influenced mind! And for all of you who are ignorant enough to disrespect such a mind, take a minute more to try and understand!

Addiction Contradiction

Is it worthy of your shallow dimwit?
That I impart to you this song I have writ!
If a part you are of the ignorant and foolish,
Read not what lies below, for it may seem a blemish!

All that I consume,
These heavenly sweet fumes,
Trigger my mind in directions unsought!
But this is what I please,
To lay down and talk to trees,
And let these substances have my feelings wrought!
Victim of addiction I am called,
When they see me so peacefully sprawled,
On the roads of the regular world, losing myself to my own mind!
Insults they hurl right at me,
Ignorant fools why don’t they see?
That it is only this state of mind that helps, with true peace to bind!
It is not involuntarily,
That I carry out these acts so merrily,
But of my own wit and will that I plunge myself into the outside world,
Work does this deceptive world,
On twisted bases, further twirled,
On vague distorted beliefs and rules, of logic to me that is never unfurled!

Simple warmth is which I seek,
But to chance that is an effort too bleak,
For this world runs beneath the desires of cold-hearted men!
So to see which my mind perceives not,
Instills peace in my heart when in distraught,
So these desirable gifts I do consume time and time again!
When in dark corners I childishly cry,
Wining for help heaving hopeless sighs,
The truth reveals itself to me of how loving this marvelous world is!
The pain of abandonment eating me,
Piercing my heart so cunningly,
I am seeking, seeking, wandering and searching for the attainment of that heavenly bliss!
Illusive love spreading like fire,
Falsely satisfying heart-felt desires,
Cheating the world like a slowly crawling filthy venomous snake!
The image of true love cruelly distorted,
Innocent hearts, destroyed and contorted,
Left without shelter, abandoned and alone in the midst of countless snow flakes!


Sorrow in excess conquering me,
Will it ever wish to set me free?
Am I to live in these cruel shackles for all of eternity?
Never! Never will I let this be!
From this dastardly horror I will flee,
Escape I will from the chains and shackles of the curse of sobriety!
Perpetually I will soar so high,
Spreading my immortal wings to fly,
With the aid of these wondrous gifts, offered by nature my love,
Perceiving the world in ways never thought,
Seeing everything around as what they are not,
A satisfaction of all of my desires, as I soar higher and higher to the heavens above!

The Legend Of Mr. Stoner

It was this lazy afternoon... I had two sticks and I was tripping on some really good trance and later some rock... I closed my eyes and found myself looking at it all....


twas naught but folklore, but the same it is no more!

The Legend Of Mr. Stoner

As the music builds behind,
The visions enter my mind,
Of a man on a pursuit of a pretty young girl
Let me tell you the story,
Of this young man so eerie,
The Legend of Mr. Stoner shall now be unfurled.

In a disc filled with lights,
Her dancing body a lusty sight,
His eyes fixed upon her, he closed in with nigh haste.
When she looked right at him,
His lusty feelings crossed their brim,
He raced towards her, her soft pleasant skin to taste.
Now at a beach, the approaching wave,
Surfing high on it, half-naked, so brave,
She came up to shore and gave him a twisted sweet smile.
Those perfect curves calling,
As he stared and started falling,
He craved for her flesh, wishing to have her least for a while.
Now in a sandy crude desert,
The pretty girl was in her blue skirt,
Mr. Stoner pried behind in desperation, wishing to have her
She treaded the burning dunes,
To the attention of him immune,
In his eyes caused the desert sands a painful deadly blur.
Now in a forest at autumn,
The sight of her called him,
As he raced down a path illuminated by the yellowed bright sunlight
Her pretty face ahead in the distance,
Lured him toward her with mighty persistence,
He reached her and held her hand, her divine beauty causing him a fright!
Her cheeks were at his lips,
Her beauty he cherished sip by sip,
Her breath caressed his lungs, immersing him in a trance
The trees began to sing,
And a happy mood they did bring,
In exquisite style, to the tune of the forest they began to dance.

‘Mary Jane is my name’,
Said the pretty young dame,
As she kissed him tenderly stroking his head
His eyes bloodshot,
As in the trance he was caught,
These ecstatic feelings caused his eyes, tears to shed.
And so lost they became,
The other’s desire they always tamed,
Tending to each other in times of happiness and blue!
Then mingle did they,
With the forest society everyday,
And the peace they shared with all brethren was the holiest act they would do!

Making love beneath trees,
When it was warm or in a cold breeze,
Till Mary Jane sprouted the first of all her fruit to come!
Cocaine he was named,
Soon to be glorified and famed,
By all the dwellers of the forest, who in sadness and glum!
Then came heroin,
A being of a unique kin,
Spreading peace and the joy of intoxicated life,
And then came extacy,
The scourge of democracy,
Intoxicating the world, removing all sorts of strife!
Then came acid,
That made men lucid,
And showed them the path where sadness found no place,
Then came many more,
So goes the folklore,
Who spread peace of mind, and brought about several happy days!

Then Mr. Stoner took in his hand,
A huge log of wood from the sand,
And worked with it for days and days, maneuvering it, carving it,
Then strings he worked with too,
Toiling hard, looking for clues,
Finally forge did he that, which made all soul’s lit!
In his hand a guitar he held,
Its tones got his heart swelled,
He kissed it and stroked it as he showed it to Mary,
Then many more did they forge,
Collecting wood from the nearby gorge,
As everyone of the forest society of the instrument did become wary.
So then the Stoners made rock,
And about it the whole society talked,
Of how it was a portrayal of man’s very own soul,
Then more music the stoners made,
Making all grief slowly fade,
As the forest-dwellers chanted in their hearts, Rock And Roll!

And so the years passed by,
The stoners spreading peace and joy,
With their music and their love for all the forest-dwellers,
Then came the day,
When in front of a million they played,
Who had come to watch these musicians, these story-tellers!
Expertise with the strings,
A million hearts Mr. Stoner did sting,
As heroin let out his heart-capturing and enthralling voice,
Mary with her guitar,
Her solos unique and bizarre,
Cocaine on his drums, making the band beautifully poised.
Extacy on her keys,
With her notes that playfully teased,
The minds of the millions present that very day,
Acid on his strings,
The blessing of bass he did bring,
Notes that gave every song that little necessary fray!
And so they played and played,
And finally goodbye they bade,
As they bowed low in the midst of a fire spray!
And so vanish did they,
Never to be seen till today,
What happened of them is unbeknownst to all mankind,
But the legend ends not there,
Though the truth was never declared,
As the millions at the concert began to pour out their minds!

It is said that Mary Jane,
In a herb had herself contained,
Blessing the mind of all who used the herb!
Heroin and Cocaine,
In poppy had themselves contained,
Calming all minds which were hurt and disturbed!
Then acid and extacy
Who put minds in ecstasy,
Contained in man made material to spread peace in society,
And Mr. Stoner, old and great,
Forever wandering, his fate,
Entering the hearts of men, and instilling a sense of piety!
He keeps the mind of man intact,
Making him and nature interact,
Instilling the desire to inhale the fumes of Mary Jane’s grass!
And also desires similar to this,
To consume the others who spread bliss,
To help man destroy all sadness and grief, and to let it all pass!