Insomnia Satanica

11:19 just flashed at my face
right after 11:11 made itself present
only a few whispers ago
a few incomprehensible utterances that plunged me into the darkness
therefore I am waiting
slowly sinking into the badlands of mind
lamb
paranoid lamb deluded by the assault of nightfall
anticipating projections from omens and gods
nervously
awaiting sudden reset of the only world I cherish and know

tomorrow
on Day of The Sun
soon
I will open my eyes to 1:09
like tormented I did yesterday
and before leaving late for my paranoid cosmos
on Day of the Moon
I will look at the infinity watch
to absorb 9:11
bold sign from the dark side

then awaken
I will see through car plates
adds
house numbers
key chains
over and over again
multi-dimensional predicament announced
pursued by apprehension too loud for comfort

last time it was NDE
this precise
phantom language encrypted in memory lapse
taste of asphalt
pain therapy
undeserved chastisement
of which
each
by now
became invariable custom

Master of Numbers
father
tell me
what is it
of this world
that is going to shift me to another?

what are You trying to imply
will happen to this sickening place
on present Earth I willingly took
so far
survived
its patterns and engagements?

 

False world

not a trace of Today will remain left
before Tomorrow
even if Yesterday materialized to desirable effect

everything rubs off on the surface
of subliminal “ As Above”
while birds and ribbons evaporate below
people dissolve into thin air as if I wanted to breathe in
their commitment to blind faith
shield
I left behind the battle

it is as clear as ever:
choose between emotional resonance
or pure logic :
trample over corpses to the promised arrangement
to bring about fetal movements of the false world
approve of promiscuous business of prayers
or
as the gates collide
take a break from conscience
ask the falling sky
why the light went red
then high and out of time

 

 

Non omnis moriar

I breathe imagination
whatever shreds were left of it
Memory froze all images for a while
streets
curbs
loneliness raining on faces

and I followed myself into ascension
to become one with the universe
beside my frame

I guess
I have winged soul with hope and false promises
slowly swam through a web of rivers
into the mouth of an open ocean
and since yesterday
in contrast to the common knowledge
I consider Time a fundamental fool
because Yesterday never stayed
it meant no reality to be
no illusions to dream
no trumpets nor towers
it meant
there wasn’t any of this bitter madness from birth to waste
lonely hours of ill fate
or falling into pieces

all was faked

“wait for your turn”
whispers magic of barely conceived Today
from which it is to grow
shrouded in words
my beautiful Eternity
as Yesterday wore out along the roads
I took
to find it

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Oddycham wyobrażnią
tylko ona pozostala  z ulotnego tchnienia
życia
duszę się

Wczoraj na chwilę zatrzymałem
wszystko co krwawi tutaj brutalna samotnością
i śledziłem siebie w wymiarach wniebowstąpienia
jakbym był nieobliczalną przestrzenią
poza chorym ciałem

prawdopodobnie płonną nadzieją uskrzydliłem duszę
i dlatego od Wczoraj mam Czas
w przeciwieństwie do dominujących wierzeń
za fundamentalnego durnia
bo przecież Wczoraj nigdy nie było
nie było jawy i złud
fanfar i wież
nie było całego tego szaleństwa od urodzenia do zaprzepaszczenia

nadejdzie spokój
tak przekonuje mnie magia
właśnie poczętego Dzisiaj
z którego ma wyrosnąć
pogrążona  w snach
moja poddana Wieczność

Consistent presence

another day filled with front-page fiction
I avoid living
hurting my consistent presence
in the triviality of social existence

can’t stay in bed naked all day though
still
it feels great to be
replaceable nobody
after I quit my place in cultural constructs
only then
I can really be myself
and nobody can take my place

A lie

I can’t give you time
there is none left here
and there was none left where I came from
honestly
I have never met any time anywhere
I guess I was always too late to see its ugly face
but what if time is a lie?
can you live with that or do you need
more time to answer?

three hours

two hours after I left
three unspecified hours were discovered in my day
hiding
all three hoping to get back in time
to you with me
but I moved
and the new place is so different
I can’t even recognize myself
or any of the hours
as measured by now
in which I am
with too much time on my hand
without you
three hours got so heavy to carry

Pandemic

Welcome to Our Little Transition
Brothers Of the Hive
to bring about a state of another Monolithic Lie
construct to thrive on and feed off
Our Little Conspiracy that will last long enough
to blind  humans with premeditated broken promises and petty prizes or
terrify them with the underlying truths the lie implies
syndrome of the distant shores unaware of the river
our identity concealed
suppression we cherish and live by

privately
between us
Brothers of the Hive
It is not surprising
the river is desperately running from here
to become an inner ocean while shores get eroded into pitiful oblivion of the surface world

panta rei
and we will
Brothers
under their Sun
over the constant flow of innocent blood and dead bodies
build  a shield around the living rest
mindless minions
to protect them from the music of the Spheres
choirs of the Cosmos
as it is not for them
the Herd
the Slaves
the Blasphemous Bottom
It is not for them to smell or taste the Divinity of Life and Eternity of Ascension

Wouldn’t you agree, Lucifer-Father?

owner of love

this love
is yours
I have found it by chance
and it is the youngest among all the others
I came across
while looking for all the wrong answers
to finally being alone

take it now
and run with it far
before I destroy it
because when I do
it is You, baby
who will be crying

It will become a scar on your beautiful face
tears of unspoken words
vindictive motion of skies leading to nowhere but fear
I personally love

the intensity of coming to terms
with flames of self-combustion

Przesuwaja sie
Jak obloki na niebie
Kamienie w snach
W tym ciele
Nie jestem warty siebie
Bo wcale w nim nie jestem
Jestem wyposazeniem
Dla innego istnienia.                              Zlem konicznym
Ktore night nie zwleka