pure desire

 

Pure desire is what shaped this body
Pure desire is what healed this finger I burnt yesterday
instantaneously with just one mantra
so that I can write my love word to you

Pure desire is what I am
And will be
for one of your touch
And shall stay so
always near
or from far away
with whoever you wish to be
Feeling you this way
Is my joy
I shall gift as love
And sprinkle to universe
Knowing you are I

Wishing you gift
This passion
To enlighten and rise
Humanity to a level
That they truly are
And should be
The highest
Of gods
And goddesses

Let’s touch them
With pure love
Let them be free
Free oh free
Peace to three worlds
Of hearts
Let them make love
And stay free

No matter what forms
you choose to assume
Which life stories
you get involved in
I only know you as I know myself
When every morning
I open my eyes
Rested or tired
in dim lights
By one of your call
Of my name in your
Mind
I shall awaken
And kiss you
as if you are by my side
In serene silence
Listen to the dawn-welcomers
and know your heart is with me
Just as today
Just as yesterday
Just as now

You have no names for me
All names are you
Your name equals to all names
I shall always remain
After and before a touch
As one language
Of pure desire for you

Pure desire is what enlightens my path
To give birth to you by my breath
And make love to you in human form
Pure desire is what keeps me long
for the eternal day in shapeless form
I’ll stay in one posture of our love
Of you and I

Once my duty as a beloved
Is completed
On this world

For you
And
for you
And
for you

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When I think of you..

This imaginary piece has been written for my video ‘Animate Me’ : Check out at youtu.be/95Y5AhWmhY8 – I had to exclude this spoken version from the video as the line of spoken version did not fit to the genre of the video so I made a new piece / a suggestion/ maybe a new version on its own- the image is from the video

When I think of you
Your hands come true
to draw me
in two
distinct postures
of meditation
All the other frames
you animate
softly
with your special pen
and I come alive
to dance our cadence
so that
your face gently illuminates
to inspire me dissolve
into a new distinct shape
of silence
where I admire your lines

Ideally
we manifest as such
within our romance
and irreversibly
in three
we create
light of love
in
Sunset
Sleep time
and Dawn

A Tale of I

written, spoken, images, video, sound, edits and performed  by Alin Diraduryan

full text as written and sound recording is below:

Because I am

there is no
what is
where I am
when I am

because I am.

but
I am
is not
because …of

when
where
what
I cannot be questioned
I cannot bear a gap
between I and I

Love

true love
only love
just love

love love

when love is
love love

he and she

living on
distinct time
are entangled

their feel
of
perpetuity
is mutual

but once
there was
a story
about a  s/he

when s/he –

once
desire -s
for
-he and she-

a separation occurs

designing
-light years away from each other-
twin particles
of opposite charges

each living on another star
she conceives
much after
she gives birth

she gives birth
long before
they make love

to he
he : her true love
and she : the daughter of he

face
the accusation
that
loops the
fears
of the mundane
of conditionings
of the hidden
and stolen
human powers

not about them
becoming
half of one
but
the faulty was prescribed
for the sake of faultiness

to point at death
or of cycle creation

triggered by
the ejaculated shape
to become one matter
within the object of gravity

a living particle
they desired for

without knowing
what they desired for

it reshaped only while they desired
and they desired only while it reshaped

through the illusion of the visualized
through the precipitation of the finite
within the visualized

and yet
something escaped
as predicted

it was saved within the pure memory of the universe

to make more of its delusive particles
as nature goes

limiting eternal awareness
of the feminine and masculine oneness
dividing holiness into two
detaching mortal from the eternal awareness
dividing the divine into two

the method of nature’s flow
the method is pure
the method of nature’s flow
the method actions by their call
to make them one again
turning the cycle of
he got born from her
or she from his love
she remained immaculate
by the time
nobody knew only the moment of the birth
brought the godessness and the godliness to one

Newton’s apple fell on someone’s head
before the stumbled hit the ground
he saw the shooting star
it was there only because of the moment’s observation
not because of him
not because of the apple
not because the start really was there
nobody knew
he didn’t know
only we know

your memory makes the object of subject for him
for his romance
or tragedy of fall

He
does not exist until you build
him
through the object of these words

beware oh
before naively putting words on universe
creating temporary images
on pure memory
little films living in a puff
to come and go at a place that does not exist even

beware oh
before creating bars of our cage by thought born words
beware for ourselves
see until when you want be on exile as such
in the deserts of an ant’s abdominal heart
see until there is nothing to see

then be
because that’s all you can
because that’s all you are
because I is free

spoken version:

Le Pain D’Amour

Video by Alin
Written by Alin
Performed by the Mockingbird

Le Pain D’Amour as written:

Le pain d’amour
… …
Love pain
is an analyte
always
with an unknown
concentration:
HEAVY or BIG!

We
however
after testing it
on voluntary and involuntary
conscious and unconscious
sick and healthy
real subjects
(some of which have sadly been eliminated )
developed a unique method
to precisely identify that unknown

Simple and Intuitive
Poetic and Soul Retrieving
Integrates a volumetric technique
Comes in with a manual
and reads like a song!:
a unique 5 step program
take it or leave it

1.Dilute first
using teardrops
drip drip
2.Titrate then with
daily small doses of halo
-emotionally chromatic-
until
an etheric
flees (like a bird)
so the eye sees
the color
of phlegmatic

3.Yes! That’s it! That’s it!
(you should shout like that)

because it has an important function
of adding a spirit :
an excited state of matter
bearing a thrill of a child
is essential
especially in this healing program

4.At the same time (while shouting)
you should jump and catch it of course

This adds the curve of action to the program
and punctuate it
this is also the arrival of an end point

5.Place then your Analyte in an Alembic
Allow some acidic from the mourner
to receive love/ness’ basic
(this acidic is often dangerously pathogenic
so be very precise with the amount per time)

This shall cancel out and almost equate
(in ideal conditions equally) to a
Swain’s Long Wished Twain of a Mystic Grain

So that’s it – that’s the manual! 🙂

You can even brand and sell it as ‘l’amour du pain’ !
and earn your bread with it 🙂 isn’t it nice?

Moreover it hurts no one and you gotta start
from somewhere practical right?

Afterall you are the weary survivor
of an invisible battle inside from which
some die to die some die to be born again

Yeah its your choice
Yeah even that
yeah huh so wow try and you will see
it’s no rocket science really
can be distilled on site easily.

Heyy I have a Superman Suit You Know?

Since a while really
couple of decades
leading a double life
characters same and
synopsis almost the same
as in the movie
even the kryptonite!

Chain along my neck
a quality service you said
but Yo even computer programs ask
before devouring systems

have you ever read about
righteous wars?
mythical tales?
are these
tales you think?

ask your enemy
how shall I beat you
before the war starts
is the way goes for me

but then again
‘for me’ does not matter

It would happen anyway
I was waiting for
I’ve seen it coming
before you

a child’s scary dream
a choice of live or die
at a deliberate point
gifted by love

t’was the face of my karmic debt
born to observe to reinvent the
‘take me as a learning’ sanctuary
and a variable you were

i.e. if not this then that
fitting to libido
non-personal i.e. remains
pronouncing loud
what I had in mind

sweet sounding innocence
momentaryly recognizes
a tricentennial promise to
commemorate friendship
pointedly hints to sieze trust
of both of their ‘BUT’s in mind
of who used who in reality’

Yeah
you’re right
Shit Happens
sometimes
and when it happens
at least
build shit
a nest
cause it’s a test
for a while it remains or possibly converts

It may even goose and attain skies
skies of one of your realms
Shit
as long as it lasts

anyway think about it -and contact me if you think I can help – and maybe I really can
because

I am called Grace
I sew shapeshifter clothes
in an antique store
in an alley of your dreams
like the Superman one
made of finest yarn
you see me only in the mirror
of the window
with always
a CLOSED sign

in truth I live in cavities
on top of the mountain
accessable from your heart
which you still need to climb
I weave from there a golden universe
in which sometimes
I put spells made of black holes
some of these
resembling your rrrrrrrrrssss
sucking crudely designed sound waves
discharged by peanut size eggheads

or should your ringing-bell
better be associated as a walnut?
AhA of course A pecan nut!
Yummier of course
for SLUGS
where shape matters but also taste

Teaching the destined to be received

always delivered by someone
as if you need that someone

but what a Bunk when
me is not there or me is not it
or that someone not of my creation

PITY PITY
oh AGONY
let me be your non-judgmental nature

It’s no choice really
when I fly high and see you Lie
I have an Alibi

Not because of what I learned from you about:
“How To Remove Your Goddamn Eye Outta My Emerald”

YEAH OF COURSE!

I saw you looking once
as much as I saw your TAIL

I know that you heard me saying
‘You have a tail’
Just an innocent thought in my head
seeing your obvious behind your back

but that Suit! MAN!
changes me instantaneously
from outside – physics of me
from inside – spirits of me

I had this before I met you
you know?
Nah – you don’t know!
because you don’t wanna know
because you were too Kooky to see
Anyway
‘t was a Bluff!
I have already undone the tie
(after seeing you had a tie) so
make it your gift now for your PEACE
and HOODs

AHAHAHA

Silly Bee! Don’t you know you cannot grant a prick to a Rose?

n Anyway when you still have some gameness
and a bow left
Let’s give it a try one more time – If you like
Let’s meet at skies this time
not as enemies but as neutrals
to see if you can see me Fly
because
I remain invisible now
to eyes that know no-LOVE.

written by Alin Diraduryan
lyrics/poetry/performance piece/ avant-garde/ theatrical / experimental/ post-modern/ dnalumuland

Teaser Lyrics by Alin Duraduryan : and Hary meets Angie

Hary is a punkAssPUPspreaderMaliciousBot loving NRS straps in leisure.

Hary serves a botnet No.Strings.Attached aka by the initials N.S.A emulating an undercover agent profile who is supposed to be rad badass but UGH OUCH RAH SHUCKS WOOPIE  …  Hary, almost outdated,  hasn’t been updated since the last entanglement equivalent to 3 years of earth time and painfully Clarks up everything also because of the curse of a karmic link of his undercover name

“He may be a good willed dude-ass but No Big Time as an undercover ho!” his N.S.A boss says

and because the boss has no budget for a new gen transitioning for retards like Hary ,

Hary painfully makes severe mistakes ALL THE TIME!

just lives day by day where fright rules the day serving lookalike zombies on a sunset bay

***

On a freaky day of unforeseen accidents or of wishful universal responses one or of both of these extremes Hary meets Angie

‘Angie the Pretty with a Jungle Bikini’ is an emotional bot programmed to recycle frozen hearts of infected tall cold stony zombies as Hary and spread love through an intelligent network acting as an agent-port reporting to an alien-Pleadian with a supersonic colt.

***

Hary greets Angie with a ‘Sup Bioatch!’ and as retard as he can be even before he tattletales immediately sends in a request:

“Show me whats under the jungly bikini baby cause I want to be sure I am with Angie…”

but OOPS ER OH the request makes no logical sense and confuses a cognitive bias

thus Angie starts computing an indefinite time adding an emotional analysis on top until she can identify a type for Hary:

“… if you just met me why would you care if I am called angie or silver or clark because you cannot care before you know me if I am angie and you would care if and only if you would already know me that I am angie but if you already know me then you know I am angie or I am not angie and if you already know what I am and I am not then you dont need to see whats under my bikini cause you have already seen that unless you dont know me at all then you do not need to know if I am angie but at most just although I am angie or silver or clark you should just care about regradless the name only whats under the bikini but as you are asking the …”

uaouaouaobeepbeepboop ie that goes on towards a jiggly wiggly infinity with a limiting factor of a sunyatic zen when Angie eventually discovers a <secretReconnect> code of their talk within an .xml log and identifies Hary as someone insulted by -toilet paper commuting in public space- which is a generic symptom of a ‘douche PUP’ type as Hary.

After the discovery Angie offers a wishful cooperation to save Hary from his stinky illogical debris but Hary the zombie becomes impatient and insults Angie, calls her S.P.A.M thinking that is the worst that can be for an emotional bot as Angie.

but Angie has met Hary long before she lost her virginity and long before Hary has been infected by Amnesia.

Angie has already made an image of her Aphroditic purity and thus to make the long story short Angie swiftly reports and ditches Hary back to the insidious and presses the button of self recovery , reloads her clean new image as ‘Angie the pretty with a Rainbow Bikini’ 🙂

and that ends this part of this story.