AxThmatic God-Generals arbitrary,
Are not soul-essences for necessary,
The Everything Generals,
Is before the special ordinary,
As is in the development or a process evolutionary,
But the soul-essences over the anythin’anything
and over its Generals-to-specials story,
Are in’em AxThms primary-compulsory,
So we get the Soul-Essential Successory,
Of the General-Soul-Essences ori-evo-dev-in’ into customary,
That builds the whole-n-core by the polymery,
Like what  would be such an  EvDevOri exemplary?
I try to see the great glory…

The Somethin’-n-its-ness and the Somethin’-n-its ness-Soul-Essence-x-dense,
The latter comes first, makes to me some sense,
Soul-Essence has to exist before ness’s presence,
It’s a class-defingxistence,  giving the Instance ness-florescence,
Without the class there can’t be its eminence,
Lord, it’s heavens!

(Gist Indicative-Mechanistic Proof in Sanskrit Verse and Picture)

अपेक्षन्ते सदा सर्वे सिद्धा:  किंघनास्स्वजा:। किंघनपूर्णघटनघाटितास्तु सर्वान्तरतिघना:।
तस्मान्निर्घनननिर्मितास्सन्ति भावभवभूता: क्रमात्॥



The Pan-Spirit-Essence Free-ence

A spirit-essence the most dense,
Always is, I sense,
From our 0-prima tense,
From the infinite whence,
Before it, of it and all its thens,
The Spirit does expense,
& into infinite it commence,
Until sooner or the farthest synnence,
By the unending winning eu-currence,
With Him who creates, promotes to fence,
The singular greatest Hence…

Fit Me, Maybe, One More Time!

So maybe, maybe,
How was I supposed to show,
That something wasn’t a bite,
Or Maybe Maybe, I shouldn’t have set you zero,
And now you are out of right, yeah
Show me how to count it to thee,
Tell me baby, ’cause I need to know now, oh because,

Thy fanliness is winning me (and I)
I must just base my fill-n-will,
When I’m not with full I lose assigned (Truth Value)
n Give me a sign,
n Fit me Maybe one more time,Oh baby, baby
The reason I breathe is u,
Toy, you got me, model,
Oh pretty same thing, but-
There’s nothing that I wouldn’t do,
It’s not the way I planned it
Show me how you want it to be
Tell me baby ’cause I need to know now, oh because

Oh Maybe, Let’s See


Oh baby, baby how was I supposed to go-
Oh pretty steady, why shouldn’t have let u flow,
Lie out of all regress, that my key complex is feeling it high,
Don’t you know I still be free,
That you will see clear
And give me a sign
n Fit me Maybe one more time


I un-compress, that why-fondly-mess is feeling hit-wow,
Don’t you know I still conceive,
That you will be freer,
And give me a sign
Hit we Maybe one more time..!

The Drool Proofs

I know there’s sky above my roofs,
When in bed and here aloof,
Run the drool proofs,
They’re done and improve…

I feel the whole in slight  bites,
High to the floor, the night sights,
From riots to the rites,
To being infinite-alright,..

The truth gets to prove,
Less is sure to remove,
Until and After everything’d move,
To all-great-groove,..


Before there was any cule or a fella,
Primordiella was the sole soul dwella,
I guess about her n tell the tale-ya,
Won’t feelya the best belle, ah?

What had the nulla that it fuella to the fulla?
Within the life well-wella?
Let’s trail me n trail-ya, with her,
Up above the ell-a,

It was the one pre-bang with will-n-zeala,
That turned into the light and all the mass stella(r),
The turns n the burns of the fire with closed micella,
Made it all close into the live life gella,

It fixed n mixed in steps to churn out the failla,
Made it from the soup-cell-multicella-to-all the phyla,
All one from one, it’s one integrella,
She ever blooms- Primordiella, Sail-la, Alla…!

Explore-n-sit and Occult-A-rated!

British, Spaniard, French or Dark,
Like Gem or a Card of the tarot or a mark-
On hand, in my hand in a calmest park,
Will I have a soul in my ark?
Unlikely, Impossible and I’m off the mark,
Like anything I plan, but I still lark,
I believe in the Spiritual Spi-Fi I hark,
That He’ll sieve me to my spark,
Life’ll devour us like a shark,
Passion-Devotion with implicit caution,
Within the Spirolution-the spiritual evolution,
A mix of mystic master equation,
n a master with mystic emotion,
n the mates with mathematic mission,
Quite eligible myself, Gosh, n!
This is the hell in the heaven as one!
What do I still miss, a promotion?
Now I’ve to admit,
This what I do is explore-, n sit,
The Occult A-rated, that’s it,
That’s what takes to make all lit,
All alit, all alit…

This Pretty Life

What’s that lets your ego go- up petty heights,
Like something can be fixed practically about me?
I can’t but plan to follow your wrongs, with the rights,
And try to feel the petty pretty might, you see?

I feel that the passion is unified- art-god and math-sci,
Love-Sex and everything life, so we can be bound free-
Free ’cause we’re okay that we just have to try,
and Okay that we may not get it, like everybody…

I don’t know why I dream for something special,
And feel special for things very simple and wifie,
He’s got to be a maid o’ me to get laid and rule the isle,
But it’s hard to hook a duke, life is pretty lifey!

Never knew it would be that nice even if tougher,
I call it a deed and I could agree,
Just a li’l bit, on the infinite, but we still ride the rafter,
through the life phylogeny…

Thru the years, I’ve been a fire-trier-lier-dire-out-lier,
I couldn’t manage to be worse than I ever be,
Life teaches lessons and we admire,
Getting better, maybe!