Effigy Voodoo Doll ~ Sunday, February 22, 2026
Woher kommt Saṃsāra? Vor dem „Ich bin müde und ich habe Hunger“
I was born in Bombay, but the woman who asks the boy, "Where are you from?"
were I to interpret, as microaggression, or to misinterpret
a curiosity, a mind full of wonder, when in the 70s
social etiquette died, the locals asked questions, and made themselves look dumb
birth is arbitrary, the body is given, but the cultural facts
of family background, entitlement, privilege, any other name, bet
research the history, maybe she held a goad, to prod her enemies
no animosity, not inamicable, but eudaimonia
if all speech is spirit, holy or otherwise, these are known as speech acts
not without intention, perdition paves the path, the road to hell, the child
Bombayite, if only, never any questions, to rear its ugly head
only America, land of the free and home of the brave, of the wild
murderous, righteous few, chosen by destiny, manifest, full of dread
born into racism, 16th-Century lies, of anhedonia
author as the speaker, language reflects the mind, the mirror of pleasure
yes, as schadenfreude, to enjoy misery, the sorrow of others
burdened with intellect, or false intelligence, wishful thinking, insight
understanding adults as fully grown children, the body as treasure
to explore the given, the possibilities, how fast, how far, how high
thoughtfulness, a woman, her curiosity hurts none, never bothers
how consideration shines a beacon, a lamp to guide ships with a light
entering a harbor to steer clear of the shore, this woman, a lighthouse
would that I could ask her, that she could remember, decades ago, goodbye
of course, she is long gone but not her sentiment, who Americans hate
maybe the president, does the president know, or maybe does his wife
as the other woman in this relationship, a personal debate
no one else to talk with, old man, enormous wings, tongue as sharp as a knife
witness humanity, searching in the darkness, the president, his spouse
heartless as hungry ghosts, wolves howling at the moon, in winter, it is cold
only California sheds its skin as a snake escapes from its old scales
argue not with the dead, they offer no reply, no answers to questions
still, is the foreigner as a boy, the woman, sharing a soul, how bold
kindness, loving-kindness, no self and no other, an interplay, exchange
solemn vows, promises to return once again, exchange ideas, as tales
to offer to children, but the boy as a man has none, her suggestions
however, to return to his homeland, too soon, I was only a boy
entering a beach town, in my formative years, my mind, a mountain range
beneath San Gabriel, he could see Mount Baldy, so far away from home
obviously, he means Huntington Beach, the pier, he would run to later
yes, his favorite place to visit while at home, this beach town, he could roam
Wherever, no one cared, until they killed Lynel, the harmful debaser
how do I remember horrible incidents of a tortured boy toy
ego gets in the way, my childhood as the boy, the woman was no one
remember to cherish all experiences, good or bad, as he grows
ever more sorrowful, a life of suffering, the cessation of hate
ask and you shall receive, whatever that may mean, shuttle into the sun
resist the negative, embrace the positive, balance duality
everyone tells a lie, the truth remains hidden, where no one ever knows
yesterday, I woke up, a tortured little boy, with ideas, none innate
object of ridicule, effigy voodoo doll, to hold her sewing pins
undermine all efforts, create new obstacles, sudden finality
forget not to forgive, with no apologies, no remorse, what a joke
rummage through the rubbish for a meal, the homeless, the saddest of people
objectively unknown the conditions for pain, a gambler plays broke
maybe for some reason, rationalize karma, under the church steeple
I am only a child, the trimmed wool of a sheep, wolves takes away my sins
I was born in Bombay, but the woman who asks the boy, "Where are you from?"
were I to interpret, as microaggression, or to misinterpret
a curiosity, a mind full of wonder, when in the 70s
social etiquette died, the locals asked questions, and made themselves look dumb
birth is arbitrary, the body is given, but the cultural facts
of family background, entitlement, privilege, any other name, bet
research the history, maybe she held a goad, to prod her enemies
no animosity, not inamicable, but eudaimonia
if all speech is spirit, holy or otherwise, these are known as speech acts
not without intention, perdition paves the path, the road to hell, the child
Bombayite, if only, never any questions, to rear its ugly head
only America, land of the free and home of the brave, of the wild
murderous, righteous few, chosen by destiny, manifest, full of dread
born into racism, 16th-Century lies, of anhedonia
author as the speaker, language reflects the mind, the mirror of pleasure
yes, as schadenfreude, to enjoy misery, the sorrow of others
burdened with intellect, or false intelligence, wishful thinking, insight
understanding adults as fully grown children, the body as treasure
to explore the given, the possibilities, how fast, how far, how high
thoughtfulness, a woman, her curiosity hurts none, never bothers
how consideration shines a beacon, a lamp to guide ships with a light
entering a harbor to steer clear of the shore, this woman, a lighthouse
would that I could ask her, that she could remember, decades ago, goodbye
of course, she is long gone but not her sentiment, who Americans hate
maybe the president, does the president know, or maybe does his wife
as the other woman in this relationship, a personal debate
no one else to talk with, old man, enormous wings, tongue as sharp as a knife
witness humanity, searching in the darkness, the president, his spouse
heartless as hungry ghosts, wolves howling at the moon, in winter, it is cold
only California sheds its skin as a snake escapes from its old scales
argue not with the dead, they offer no reply, no answers to questions
still, is the foreigner as a boy, the woman, sharing a soul, how bold
kindness, loving-kindness, no self and no other, an interplay, exchange
solemn vows, promises to return once again, exchange ideas, as tales
to offer to children, but the boy as a man has none, her suggestions
however, to return to his homeland, too soon, I was only a boy
entering a beach town, in my formative years, my mind, a mountain range
beneath San Gabriel, he could see Mount Baldy, so far away from home
obviously, he means Huntington Beach, the pier, he would run to later
yes, his favorite place to visit while at home, this beach town, he could roam
Wherever, no one cared, until they killed Lynel, the harmful debaser
how do I remember horrible incidents of a tortured boy toy
ego gets in the way, my childhood as the boy, the woman was no one
remember to cherish all experiences, good or bad, as he grows
ever more sorrowful, a life of suffering, the cessation of hate
ask and you shall receive, whatever that may mean, shuttle into the sun
resist the negative, embrace the positive, balance duality
everyone tells a lie, the truth remains hidden, where no one ever knows
yesterday, I woke up, a tortured little boy, with ideas, none innate
object of ridicule, effigy voodoo doll, to hold her sewing pins
undermine all efforts, create new obstacles, sudden finality
forget not to forgive, with no apologies, no remorse, what a joke
rummage through the rubbish for a meal, the homeless, the saddest of people
objectively unknown the conditions for pain, a gambler plays broke
maybe for some reason, rationalize karma, under the church steeple
I am only a child, the trimmed wool of a sheep, wolves takes away my sins
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