To what’s my burden that I ferry then the fear I can no longer bury

I recite poet's words as a puppeteer. With a deadeye hypnotic stare, deep into the hollow skull of William Shakespeare

Clasping his bone in my clammy palm, only dust leaves its mark as mud
Must I take an oath on his crown, mantle, and prophecy for crow's blood?

The blood spilled measures
a man's forked tongue?
Who falsely rave those
necks snapped while hung

I am a fool. Therefore,
My nightmares flow
Outside -
The muddy waters, howls,
Decaying teeth,
Mad dogs, assaults,
Sly devils
And lost shadows.
I try to rise above it all.
The dark stands still
And hollow.

I am a villain.
A stillborn,
Hanged upside down.
My willow-cross
Is crawling up
The weeping flesh,
The fragile mind,
The riddled soul.
Is it just madness?
Something more?
Unholy resurection?

In his youth he was an intellectual macho
Then he read a wicked book and fell into depression.
The author was a suicidal boy close to graduation.
According to him we are all falling bodies
Attracted by the gravity of the future,
Saved by the extinction in the present.
For this he was nicknamed Buddha of the West
But the primal illuminated saved our guy:
If you think about your extinction, it is already not extinction.
He embraced this truth becoming a no-smile Buddha.

Some of them wanted to be here but couldn't stay,
or no longer wanted to endure - the hardest kind.

All cinders now for the grateful trees and the cerulean sea.
I left ashes of them in the sand by the shore,

or near the Redwood trees. And some in the waves.
I don't resent these things when they surround me.
This is where I speak with the dust now.

interpreted as Adieu
to one of the billions
constituting the human zoo
but his general humble self
ANTONYMS of avaricious,
braggadocious, capricious,
disgracious, edacious, ferocious,
gynomonoecious, hellacious,
industrious, judicious, lubricious,
mendacious, nonconscious,
oversuspicious, perspicacious,
rampacious, specious,
tenacious, unveracious
seditious and vicious.

Raise your glass
And make a toast
Today to God
We need to welcome
Our God every day
In our lives
We are all his children
He is the one
That gave us
Our lives
Lets live our lives to
The fullest every day
Yes we are lucky
That God keep us alive
Every day here on earth

Visions of lines, drawn in the sand,
One adorned in jewels so grand,
Another with outstretched hands.
As greed arose, like evil's glare.
To rob another of their share.
Vulnerable, entrapped, and ensnared.

Operation sly oppression,
With bloodied aggression.
Bitter flavour, a fateful regression.
With flags flown high,
Domination prompted to fly.
But don't they know? I want to cry.

For so many nights,
I didn't dream about you.
You weren't there.
I searched for you,
But I couldn't find your soul.

My dreams are full of everything.
Literally, I don't know why.

You, you are my dream guard.
When you're there, my dreams are beautiful.
Somehow, you give me something special.

I felt safe there,
But now I'm a little bit afraid
Of not having you.