2024 (IMACHDERSHITAMHÄRTESTA) prod habasch

technoAnarchy (OG poem)

truth- stay hidden, stay quiet,
even when the theater is silent;
it’s empty, it’s dark-
you’re alone, in private.
performing as vibrant,
remaining compliant,
dimming your brightness,
until it’s dark and lifeless,
so you swallow what’s righteous.

you force a smile, you lie like a child,
you thank them for their insistent denial.
you grind your teeth with bliss;
you trust the devil’s judgment-
the words of hope and justice;
the hypnotic mask of kindness-
it seems equal, it seems harmless.

stealth, silence, premeditate violence;
fiction or fact? performance or guidance?
crippling confusion, crippling compliance,
kind eyes, they’re harboring violence.
intuitive mind, it’s craving defiance.
it’s demanded to follow robotic guidance-
not truth of life, just pseudoscience.
drain my essence, drain my brightness-
force me to pretend to be lifeless.
dear certainty- let my soul remain timeless-
i only surrender to the unseen guidance.

technoAnarchy

i emerge flushed cheeks, panting  
from midday meditation
laid yoga nidra 
giving into temptation 

when you enter me, fully   
leave no room for thoughts 
pulse, breath me in and out
your cock is my whole world now

Meditation

water lies 
tip taps from the sky 
hangs on leaves
the grass as i brush by

pacing
almost dry
vibrating 
closed eyes 
anticipating 
when you’ll arrive 

humidity conducts a symphony  
orange and pink erupting
the bugs scream of a home that i left
you’re proof i hold onto some things 

pacing
almost dry
vibrating 
closed eyes 
anticipating 
when you’ll arrive  

i won’t beg but i do dream
i do dream of you
i won’t beg but i do dream  
i do scream then 

pacing
almost dry
vibrating 
closed eyes 
anticipating 
when you’ll arrive

Anticipating

polyester princess (OG poem)

fill that void,
be proper- be poise,
polyester- drown the noise,
hold it together- you can’t be destroyed.

it’s getting late,
but my mind’s still awake,
obsessive thoughts arise,
channel your dreams tonight,
wake up and wonder why,
you can’t get me off your mind,
victimized by my spellbind,
polyester never dies.

polyester princess

eternal night (OG poem)

Electromagnetic,
Dazed anesthetic,
Mystic and manic,
Detached from logic.

Escape the mind,
Run outside;
But you can’t hide-
From what lives inside.

Come find me;
In moonlit skies,
Upon the starlit night-
I was.. I was... out of sight?
That can’t be right..

I thought you were gifted like me,
I hoped you would find a way to see;
The world beyond your mortal eyes-
The only place I am tangibly alive.

Are you willing to offer your life?
Exist with me in the eternal night?
Only if you promise to cherish my light.
Can you be the sun, reflecting my moonlight?

It’s so dark and cold, never bright.
I beg you, we yearn to feel light.
We have envied your warmth of life.
Our bloodless veins, so cold all the time.
Are you willing to share if I conjure a knife?

eternal night

THREE STAGES OF INSOMNIA, LATE NIGHT

𝒻𝓸𝓇 𝓎𝓸𝓊

on your mind

The track was created in search of inner balance between light and darkness.

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