The Devil sits on a bed of lies. Deflate the Ego and Deify God. Morn was muse of colors. Jewels flew as poetic whispers. Don’t crucify the resurrected Christ. Sin—you are a living hell. Heaven is a treasure and earth a gift. We made love as sweet as music. Soul lives on a mountain of hope. The WORD was gifted through flesh. Messiah is kingdom of righteousness. In the morning the sun woke with a smiling face. Sperm ejaculated with a loud shout. I cello-ed her and she played the flute on me. A bard of yellow beauty perched on me and I trembled in delightful joy. Spring speaks the words of colors. Dear God—robe me a windfall. My purse is the economy of daily words. Politics is dirty linen. My prayers are heard as a melody in heaven and they reciprocated on earth as a song. Dawn an aura of light—shining now an epiphany—clouds are the art of a poet—a painter is drenching them slowly. Optimism is a new born flower. Life should be a feasting banquet. It is food for the soul and music for the spirit. Beauty you are God—you dwell as God. Dali proclaimed surrealism as the picturesque landscape of the unconscious. A dream is a symbol of words and pictures. The tree of life is a metaphor for Jesus Christ. A reader has to become a dramatist when he reads the novel. My body is an awakened poem. Jesus is human in flesh and divine in spirit. I sharpened my tool of logic. The heart is deep as an ocean and tall as a mountain. Sin is an open door if you let it come in. You can make your thoughts hell or a heaven. The cross is the symbol of martyr saint. Pride is a demon that incarnated in the Devil and for that reason he was cast down by God into the abyss of hell. Blues—the soul of music—Jazz the heart of music and rock—the melody of the soul. I hope today’s lottery will be a blossomed flower. Bali—you island—you are a nude erotic body of a woman. Poetry should be sensuous as wine. Booze hits the head with heavy thud. Tender is the womb that grows and soft is thing that comes out. Monsoon—you are the symphony of nature—you are the harp of nature. The broth of nature is blossomed flowers—the song of the seasons—the jewel of the monsoon. Luck be a pillar of sugar for me. The sun is hot fire in Kerala. Christ is joyful heaven. Oh God when will I have financial harvest? Mist arose across the earth as mystic bard. To sail with the winds of a windfall is a pleasant feeling. Lust is the brothel of desire and love the temple of passionate poetry. The moon cast a white silky web. What is the mushroom of thoughts you have? Don’t wear the clothes of pride. Eroticism is a painting of the body. Clouds are whispering epiphanies. Fornication, adultery and sodomy you are the fruit of evil. Give God the Glory and Devil the condemnation. Time is melodious poetry. I sit in a garden of tropes. My mind is a fertile land of imagination. Feelings, you are a river of beauty. The sky floated with a garden of tropes. Angst is a blister of the soul. Her head bore graying grasses. Her skin was the texture of velvet. The heart of fiction is the soul of words. The Sermon on the Mountain is a beatitude of art. Politics is a metaphor for deception. I am stoic Socrates and a pleasure ridden Epicurean. A novel is the prose of poetry. Feelings are a cathartic rain. Her body is a poem being read. The WORD is rich treasure—a HOPE to realize meaning. WORD of Heaven is wisdom and the word of Hell is carnal and fleshy. Freedom is a destiny of life. Hope is the spirit and luck the flesh. You can make a marvel of your thoughts. The wind shook with violent madness. Eros is the tapestry of the body and the word the tapestry of the soul. God has circumcised me with a new heart and a new body. A temptation is a sin that has to be ostracized from the start. The body is the rhythm of erotic poetry. I swam with my tongue in her lake and I made her poetry with ecstasy. Poetry is the rhythm of nature—it’s found in the blossomed flower—it’s found in ripe fruits—it’s found in birds singing in the sky—and it’s found in the cycle of nature as the seasons—nature is the habit of God to tune the nature with love. Depression I drown you in the deep sea. The Christian way of living is to sow the seeds of love, peace and joy. The sky in the evening lay like an impressionistic canvas, speaking in odes of rich colors—all of nature is smiling so sweetly. Epiphanies are gliding with wondrous delight. Nature is chanting the rhythm of poetry. Give patience and time for the soul to yield rich and ripe fruits—this may take years of experience. Waiting for gifts is hope on wings of time. Time is a tempest on wings. How to bring desire into the music of existence? Ballot is the democratic king for the voter. Wheel of luck run a race for me. Luck, hope and destiny you are a mirror seen so clearly. Web is a universe of words and pictures. Streams of consciousness, you breathe the soul of the language. The Universe is neither chaotic nor absurd but a meaningful totem. If luck could dance with me, it would be s splendid moment. A stream of hope can flow into the river of fulfillment. Eros you are the brain that wires—ecstasy you are the body that performs. Angel of luck opens your heart to me. I am writing a novel of form with the poetry of content. Hope you are an ornament to echo. If the past was anxiety: the present a hope: then the future would be a victory. She behaved with the torpedo of coldness. He did the work as fast as a running Cheetah. My sperm had the color of milk. Exodus and Diaspora are the twin brothers for the Israelites. Tarot, Occult and Astrology are all thoughts emanating from the Devil’s Den—don’t welcome them into your psyche. Cleanse your soul with wisdom. Stay clear of adultery and fornication for it is the lust of the Devil. The small voice talking to me without speech, all silent is the voice of God. Wisdom is God Christ in Flesh and Truth is God Christ as the Holy Spirit. The machine is rumbling a metaphor. Swim I an island of hope, travel in the island of luck. Truth, you have to master the human body called the veil of flesh. Capitalism in an idol that worships money. God’s wisdom is gentle and his love is meek. Coffee is the soul of beverages. Booze is the beverage of hell. In Christ as told by the parable: the early and the late bird catch the worm. A disciple of God is patience, humility and Kindness. Nature sings its songs through little dwarfs that float in the sky. Reality is the wardrobe of fictional truth. Christ is love personified. Christ you are a pen of fame, you deserve all love, praise and glory. Art is the mythology of nature. Caress your destiny with kisses. After we made love—she kissed me in gratitude of a poem. Gratitude—Chris, I offer you my oblation. Let the door of luck be opened. Transgression, you are en enemy of purity. I close the doors of sin with a loud shout. Prose personifies my body and poems personify my soul. Rainbow—you are a heart and melody of the soul. Worry no more: each day of life is canticle of beauty to live. I clasped a bunch of flowers called luck. The past is a song: the present a melody: the future a symphony. In Christ we don’t have to enact the myth of Sisyphus as propounded by Camus. Love is a sensitive perfume and spread its halo all around. To wonder is to be a muse of thought. Good Food is comfort for the stomach. Let a miracle called Jesus feed all my needs and hopes. Christmas is the time of gifts: Lord make each day a Christmas for me. Angels are an ornament of music. Time bequeath a favor for me. What is done in life is honored in death.
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I am a Hellenic Philistine driven by the mad pursuit of aestheticism, an existential nihilist and post modern deconstructionist. I am also a Christian Apologist. View all posts by Anand Bose