Ode to an Animal God

Eyes, claws, fangs and fire;
Whirling in agony in my desire.
Moans, groans, dreams, grins.
In my madness I sought peace,
In the shadows I found bliss.
Now the chains of life lie broken.
To eternity I've woken.
All the time alive I've been,
All of nothing have I seen.
Having danced what I've been sung.
Oh, I've listened and was wrong,
For I've danced on an ode
To an animal god.
Blood is shed with sinful lust
By the whips of the unholy
Flesh is beaten, flesh is lost
Tears are swallowed, days are cursed
Evil hours live I must.
In the deep abyss of hell
Light is dead and hope as well.
It is there that wish is born
Lying small, and dry and torn.
But the beast casts spells with wrath
Life is folly, joy is bluff.
In my mind that's numb and weak
Wisdom, council, trust I seek.
Withered, no thing I find
Not in me, not in sinners, not in thee!
Thou art not what I believe
What I loathe and what I need.
In the boiling sands of death
All my bones will lie bereft
Of all beauty and all pride,
And all power and all might.
In the palm of night it lies
All that nature bleeds and cries
Thus mourn not the death of youth,
But of virtue and of truth.

Wisdom of the Inquisitor

Inquisition, or the Medieval Catholic Intelligence Agency has won world renown through the development of one basic element-the question. Nevertheless, their question was always the same :" Heretic, do you confess and repent of your sins before you die?" My feeble mind fails to comprehend how they managed to elicit the same response from the one "interviewed"... Remarkably as it may seem, this simple ,yet cunning question ripped an agonizing monosyllabic answer-"Yes". The means of the inquisitors is not subject to discussion, but they would have been spared a lot of hard work if someone had helped them. Centuries later, some helpful people invented a really smart thing that claims to be able to determine what you are thinking about by asking only 20 questions. Give it a shot - I know the Inquisition would have done it(given the fact that the questions are developed on a yes or no basis)http://www.20q.net/

On Freedom

The most basic of all principles, deeply embedded within the human psyche, it proves to be the one thing precious enough to live and die for. Ensnared, trapped, imprisoned, with its wings clipped, our conscience lies inert under the metal boot of old Fatum. The extent to which we are allowed to control our destinies is what we all seek and cherish – freedom. Inextricably intertwined with hope, it represents the quintessence of the universe. Perceived as chaos, it is frightening, remote and abstruse, but give it an alternative name –liberty - and you will fight wars in the name of it.
Like all powerful things, freedom diffused through matter, flesh and stone alike, and became universal, larger than life.
The human mind, receiving and sending messages with clockwork precision, is the very source of desire and passion – the essential ingredients of hope itself. Will, determination and stubbornness are the blunt instruments in the hand of our freedom, a freedom even sweeter when earned in battle. The greatest struggle is a silently brutal one, taking place in the obscure corridors of our intellect. We are free to do whatever we desire if we have the wits of thinking about it and the courage to withstand the deafening clash of weapons in the arena of self-sacrifice, the place where time, sweat and blood are traded for a single commodity – freedom, the element granting us the power to embrace future, bleak as it may seem.
The freedom of our minds cuts the chain tying us to the iron pillar of fate and sets our imagination free, free to roam and explore the realm of our originality. Art is born and we, feeble beings, become creators endowed with enormous powers. Matter is no longer rigid, but fluid and malleable under the pressure of the detachment we earned. Being prejudice-free and clear-minded, we can now give birth to totally new forms of existence, things that we can call our own. Stemming out of freedom, art has no beginning and no end; it has no limits, for it is a close resemblance of our boundless nature. The Lescaux cave-paintings, the pyramids at Giza, the palace of Versailles are remnants of our ancestors’ freedom to express themselves.
It is difficult to say where one’s freedom begins and another one’s freedom ends. In the past, freedom was a butler that could not attend to the needs of two masters at the same time. Wars were thought, lands conquered, edifices built and many written about all this, without ever occurring to someone that we all should embrace diversity in its purest form and extinguish the fire of dominance burning in our minds. Nowadays, we have come to accept the dichotomy in society by learning to celebrate dissimilarity. Cultural festivals are organized instead of brutal campaigns aiming to obliterate the identity of the enemy and promote your own.
When all lies torn and lost, hope glitters swiftly at the back of our minds, and that hope feeds the demon of desire, a desire that consumes us inside-out. That is the freedom desideratum – our being concentrated on a single, most glorious goal. Freedom is the gate to the absolution-chamber, heaven, Elysium, Valhalla.