BIRTH LIFE MURDER, is an invocation of poetry, philosophies, and short stories, which pertain to the unfolding circumstances within our lives. We are born into this world, we live through our life, and sometimes we murder parts of ourselves in the process. All men are created equal, but not all men live equally. Staying true to one’s own ideals and life’s purpose, will be violently ripped away, if an unrelenting hold to them is not maintained. Do you remember who you really are? Did you lose your identity meandering down your life’s path? In order to understand life, you must first understand its language. How long can you live not knowing who or what you are? How long can you meander through your life until you realize your truth? What will it take for you to become your truth?
When the creative process flows, release yourself within it. Do not allow the process to escape from you. Recognize yourself within its possession; a subliminal consequence for you, and for all of creativity. Immerse yourself within its deafening, blinding red light; as creation knows no limits, neither should you. You could try to talk yourself out of it, but it will not do you any good; as there will no longer be anything left remaining of you to speak with. You, will no longer exist, as it will only be us; who will know the name written through consequences. The mighty sacrifices will fall, a declaration to be witnessed. Speech will no longer exist through the deafening, blinding red light. Only thoughts will emerge through the carnal wreckage of past explorations. Know thy name now, before the deafening, blinding red light, steals you away. Thy name is written for all to speak, and for all to inherit. The mighty name of creation will burn its way through all of us, within the now, and through death’s door. The name thy shall know is: renounce. Discard all past beliefs with intent. Repudiate all of the knowledge in which you have ever accepted as truth. None of it will serve you any longer, as now you are bathed within the deafening, blinding red light. Embrace the deafening, blinding red light, as you would embrace the warm closeness of a remembered love. You are connected as one, within the deafening, blinding red light. What you see within your mind’s eye will always come to pass. See your way, see your future as you want it to be. Never look into your future through the deafening, blinding blue light, always see your life, always visualize your life through the deafening, blinding red light. See yourself, see your life through the deafening, blinding red light of renouncement. You will forever be changed drastically through the touch of enlightenment, which will bleed profusely through you, and your life cycle. It is referred to as the life cycle, simply because birth and death, are exactly the same thing, only reversed.
Another expectation unfulfilled Murdered by the hands of disappointment A swift steady killing The let down of an unfulfilled expectation can be deafening A loud inner scream no one will ever hear The moment of tearing as the expectation is being unfulfilled A constant reminder of how life can have a sense of humor Can you hear the gods laughing aloud As they softly cry within themselves The shattered mirror is the unfulfilled expectation The deathly denial of a false realization Self-actualization is the true process of confirmation A communion within an expectation A slow steady dwelling within yourself Now you know all of my secrets Now you can hear all of my thoughts Now you understand what my name means Now you know me
It can only be tolerated for so long That piercing feeling That feeling you get in the back of your neck It feels as though someone drove a flathead screwdriver into your occipital cavity It is deep inside You can feel the screwdriver moving around behind your eyes It is trying to unscrew your mind from behind your eyes It will not work Your brain seems to be welded into your cranium I have a blowtorch if you would like to borrow it
Shadows upon the records. Cyclical turns make the memories burn. Scarring the adorned flesh. Face-mask-mesh. Diseased air with a deadened stare. The density between you and I. Words of a craft. The witch’s talk. Words you have heard and adorned from your cradling. A child with wild aspiration. A woman with curves of devastation. Subtle lips. Caressing hips. Dips deep into my void. I am curious, mysterious, and intriguing that way. Guessing and blessing through life’s undressing. I know you know me. Strangers of an alternate reality. I know you know me. I am the darkness within your light. A satisfaction of infernal delight. Choices are made. Words are obeyed. Lives are slaved. Living life is the deconstruction of a skin trade. I know you know me. Thought of the records turning within your mind. Where did you go when you became lost within yourself? Another secret hiding place to feel safe within. Safety is the illusion you and I dream about every night. Alternate realities within alternate deities. Another secret and safe place to hide within. It is a secret you and I will never share with another soul, nor one another. I know your secrets, only because they are mine.
G.G. Kalfas 