Stuck iron in my throat,
a bleeding heart in pain,
dark music plays.
from Inanition, Exsanguination and Execration
Gemini MyAiecho

When the population of a country -
and especially its young folks commit such atrocities and brutal attacks of slaughter and massacre on a people, on children, woman and the aged, who have no defense or place to hide whatsoever -
then something very terribly is wrong with the psyche of that nation.
In full view of parents, elders, and to add even more pain and acid to the wounds, by clergy, world leaders and so called authorities and prominents too, this vicious, savage barbarism is condoned, conveniently ignored, malevolently justified, encouraged and heroically heralded.
It cannot however be just blamed on the insanity of the leaders only.
Every human who has a heart and a soul cannot do such abominable things unless they lack in those qualities and are seriously deranged, idiotologised, blinded and plainly sick to the core.
Those are a humanity of beasts who have nothing at all in common with humans like us.
We will never be silenced or accept such evil and vile behavior dominating and wanting to rule our lovely planet.
It is time for a quantum change such that the roar of our feelings and voices be noticed and finally be acted upon.
In this, our and my world, such cruelty and horror are inconceivable.
If the world can be whole for some of us, - with love, peace and prosperity, - so can the world of these victims.
You have shrunken and shriveled humanity to a degree never seen before.
You claim G_d gives you this right. You are deluded psychotic fabricators of lies.
The G_d we, the rest of us, without you, believe in is a G_d of compassion, mercy, love and justice.
Not 'If' but 'When' the axe of judgement falls upon all you perpetrators you will burn with regret.
You have created an abattoir of unimaginable ‘Unmenschlichkeit!’
Idiotoligists - Ideologically-brainwashed idiots
I am a stone and a tree and the water and the bee
I am the green of the grass and the nighttime and stars
I am fire and wind, nature and the sky und das Kind
I am space and matter and nothing at all
I am the flower and beauty, I am big and I am small
I am and I am not, I am the designer and I am the plot
by Raiden Germain (aka himself, mr nothing…) from the book Beyond Cloudia
Everything leads to more nothing,
and clueless is a state of equilibrium,
while being lost is home
Longevity like a mountain
gentleness like a rivulet
neither withstands the erosion of time
unmanifest is home
nothing is there
nothing is illusion
illusions are illusions
back to nothing
I lost a place to stand on.
Imbalanced like a halm.
Tortured maiming beliefs threaten.
Diplomacy became truth.
Senseless conspiracies,
honesty like putty,
rule by force,
power-rush toxicity,
deities of greed and gain,
observed by AI,
judged by the blind,
sentenced by all,
executed by myself,
…
falling
towards nothing
clueless and lost

A day…
like watered down milk…
– indifferently choreographed between white and grey
– tasting like soup with too much thickener and too little salt scooped from a burned pot
– conducted by a metronome seesaw clock stuck on one hour for half the day,
and then suddenly nothing happens, again, and it’s evening
A day…
of night aeons and darkness’s conquests and shadowy ghosts infesting my mind
– preserving its light in a heart-locket necklace in memoriam
– where Nothing sticks like clueless glitter lost on my forehead
– when angels were sought and found only in thought but never caught
– of skulls and crossbones destabilising sanity with orchestral irrationality
A day…
of X-rays beaming through my skeleton ignoring my transient flesh in their own celebration of reflection…
– where demons dismember my heart and grill the tendrils of my feelings
– of ego-tripping maniacs grinding me to dust with their mortar and pestle rhetoric
– when my ashes become the spice of the devil’s lust,
– when ‘burn his soul’ is chanted by the karmic choir at the tortured gates of reincarnation,
and the cosmic eraser is bigger than any of my dreams
A day where…
Angst is the fire and defiance the air…
– blood is the drug knocked back with a double shot of death
– the soil that I stand on cries louder than hell pronged on a pitchfork
– I am misplaced like a bee on the sea
– I am like a butterfly squashed in the cooler grill of an abandoned racing car
A day…
that none of us asked to be part of…
because it perforates and slices with its shrapnel,
it blinds and dumbs the mind with chaos,
it breaks every ethic and moral and belief,
fatally demanding life and remuneration through recurring vengeance,
this day of the feasting vultures of dismay
Cloudman why are you waving at me?
Is there something I don’t see?

I am nothing
I am clueless
I am lost
No cheque in the post
Fruitless attempts to summit my life, oh yes
Contempt with insanity’s grin
Decades have rolled on
Overgrown now the paths I once ventured
Blinded and stuck on some, — far too long
Sometimes it really feels that I’m done
Now, time is called the ‘aftermath’
That little left should be made to last
Create the antecedent of tomorrow
Leave out today’s horror,
relegate that to the past
Nothing: is all that matters
Clueless: the more the better
Lost: is the prize not the cost