Meet the great ageless

Stefan Zoellner fatagaga Meet the great ageless

MEET THE GREAT AGELESS by fatagaga, 2019

Audio drama about a deep Ayahuasca experience.

in comes the medicine
disturbing twilight of reality
anxious thoughts & doubtful feelings
overwhelmed jingle-jangled nerves
assaulted by bubbly lively imagery
squirming discarnate snakes & dragons
messengers from the other world
hairy hands & shiny claws
drawing you towards & inside the eternal black
abyss of pain & agony
sins, dirt, deformity & horniness
slime, disgust & lewdness
ancient injuries & childhood drama
whimpering & purging
longing for forgiveness
longing for peace of mind
excruciating darkness of soul
complete destruction of the ego
discomposure & bitter surrender
bad chemical taste & odor
explosions in the sacral bone
flash of lightning in every cell of the body
release, relax now
breath, deep breath
exhale
soaring flights of joy
diamant tears of gratitude
sudden exfoliation of higher levels
unfathomable complexity of vision
light-colored symbols fan out from the heart
love spreads from the anahata
crystal waves vibrate from the third eye
inconceivable & intangible creations
bob up simultanously & multidimensionaly
myness and innerness
witness of the evolving universe
watching the cosmic bloom unfold
waiting for the highest to show up
hoping, begging, crying
open up my heart
please open up my heart completely
who are you
who are you
again darkness & emptiness
again nothingness & stillness
remain silent
no answer
dying breath
dying
the end
inverse
inhale
break through
here it comes
I
I am the ageless
I am the deathless
I am the light
I am
I am
I
I
I

(13.08.2019)

The World’s going up in flames

Repost, aus gegebenem Anlass:

Stefan Zoellner Nobs Nietzsche Slaughterhouse Blues

SLAUGHTERHOUSE BLUES by Nobs Nietzsche, 1989

(Nasa-Animation zeigt, wo die Welt in Flammen steht, 2018)

well, the world’s going up in flames
& we do the fire dance
we’re dancing wild
no place to hide
like tumble weed

hey, hey, hey
I got the slaughterhouse blues
but I search for a new direction
I live among the dead
but I still believe in resurrection
the more I feel sick
the more I wanna be sane

crying children, dying mothers
naked bodies crawling in the dirt
black sword touches my throat
but my cock still erects
money money money
is your one and only word
we cant stop the stupid war
sitting in the same car
playing with chain saw
playing in the red snow

hey hey …

sickness & sadness
the demons of madness
my girl got a new dress
she looks like a princess

Divine Word Missionaries

Stefan Zoellner fatagaga Divine Word Missionaries

DIVINE WORD MISSIONARIES by fatagaga, 16.07.2019

first arrow splits the sky
& spins around to focus
the drug-white nerve net of the city

blood surges from the gully-mouth
like words well out off belly-wounds
welcome the awakened red hot god

one hand thunderclapping
& lightning puncture for the masses
to offend the sun & shut down coziness

heart beat betrays the enemy
his brain is luminous to the fore
open to reveal the codeword

campfires in the desert
incendiary eve of primary strike
smell the odor of his flying breath

a single beam of light
candles the egg-headed mouth
yelling since the big bang

cascades of bodies
deaths and entrances
egression to another nightmare

patriotic songs about
mental void that lasts forever
divine word missionaries

/2019
inspired by Dylan Thomas
and Robert Desnos/

The wind blows forward

Stefan Zoellner fatagaga The wind blows forward 2019

THE WIND BLOWS FORWARD by fatagaga, 27.06.2019

If you think of Gretsch as a Rockabilly guitar, which it certainly is, check this out. She can scream & howl too. I love her.

—-

WIND BLOWS FORWARD

as the wind blows black thru the sky
impaled demon impacts on demand
spits out morbid flesh
& real physical sore blood
shimmering & translucent red
off-color maroon mucous mules
scummy like the subway
& darker than the universe

we all now witness
this artificial desease
penetrating all in a sudden & overnite
flying into our freak-frenzy archaic faces
burned in our hearts & psychic landscapes

each man says the opposite
of the good & the true & the beautiful
stomps with rusty shaky feet
stinky fingers squeezing & chumping
dancing crumbly carbon bones
on dusty & malodorous carpets
scummy like the subway
& darker than the universe

the wind blows forward & the wind blows back
thru rancid cists & incest fences
condemned ships & open chests
scattering our pale peeled grimacing faces
& burnt out hearts & hollow minds

10.3.2019

Wine Into Water

Stefan Zoellner fatagaga wine into water 2019

WINE INTO WATER by fatagaga, 2019

—-

WINE INTO WATER

White breasts of the dim sea
twining horses, two by two
wavewhite wedded words
shimmering on the saturnine tide

No more turn aside and brood
upon love’s bitter mysteries
If anyone thinks that I am not divine
I am turning water into wine

I contradict myself invain
no more free drinks
ask nothing more of me
wine becomes water again

A limp black missile
flew out of his talking hands
servant of two masters
the father and son idea

A dull ease of the mind
my father gave me seeds to sow
they sinned against the light
see the darkness in their eyes

Iris open wide in vision
henbane hair & seaweed lashes
we grow fins
and go back in the water again

/26.3.2019
inspired by
James Joyce & Captain Beefheart/