Thought Racism Forms - Hieronymus Bosch

Mournful voice of my unborn conscience

Becomes the reflection of emotional tensions

And deep resplendence of my reality

Is meaning of my misanthropy

You’ll never poses the source of this pain

You’ll never break my distrust again

My perception is lost and cannot return

In loneliness live, in loneliness born…

As the form stays the same

My substance cannot change

And this matter has no name

Transforming logic range:

Intelligence in confrontation

And selfish self-determination

No stereotypes, no ethic norms

It’s different thought racism forms…

Actually and visually (visuality's)

Creating my reality

Portrayal at thought speed

Visual images is all I need