- Chaos is birth, so I give my children to you, in verses born of silence and violence
“You must have chaos within you to give birth to a dancing star.”
— Friedrich Nietzsche
First there was silence, acute and asleep,
slumbering on its snoring tranquility
apathetic on its trip
It disturbed no one, dead, dull and dreary
Passing unnoticed; the importance of silence
Elegies flow like sad nocturnes
like a jazz melody from an unknown film noir
But now the graves they churn;
A paean for silence waltzing with death
Pigs march, waters rise, and skies roar seizing breath
But now, lo and behold! Chaos made flesh
Like blast beat from a Black Metal sound
throbbing sound of mesh,
disturbing multiverse, alive, abashed, abound
Passing pollution; the magnitude of chaos
Screech of reviled requiems wake the dead,
like immortal murmurs of chalk-board symphony of nails
waking me like a vampire sleeping unfed
An overture for turmoil breakdancing on dust
crescendos to octaves of lurid luscious lust
Awaken, I suddenly knew my chore
Squeeze my brain ‘til blood forms into muck
that will win my own whore;
the modern muse; belittled, benign and butt-fucked
Passing illusions; the delusion of passion
Into hearts undisturbed by earthquakes of the gods in barong
By tummy-bloated demigods
By hooded-creeps humming Gregorian song
This is the systematic chaos into order of Elysium
Let us go Bacchus…dive into pandemonium
Into Pandemonium 