RAPTURE OF LIGHT FORMS

God
you have never been the same
never alone
thank you All for the dream
actually too much of it
I have always felt
I was the chosen one
along all
chosen game
patiently asleep
but if I win
let me wake with light again
as  it’s worth it
definitely more
than a ” lie-f”
you fed me up with
for
now

I forgive

BLACK AND WHITE RAINBOWS

I don’t make any mistakes
they somewhat
make me
another person
inside and out
I most definitely don’t want to be
possibly
and if I ever pull these selves together
you will see a mess
of black and white rainbows
hinged on otherworldly hells
exotic
foreign  heavens
all
roots of a single tree
of circumstance and desire
climbing to the Sun
as biological, Earthly me
no better than anyone else
and sadly for the silent rest
no worse
illusionist

Stained

as you are pushed against the wall
you wish you were a brick
but the wall desires no part of you
other than fear
Fear inspires the wall
to grow
beyond everything you see
and more
much more
is lost
you can spend your entire life carving your name on it
or force your mind
to freely run
as if the wall
had an illuminated window
stained with your thought
of no wall at all
but why
why does it always hurt
to open

NO ANGELS

look above
how heavy handed skies are
your breath of life barely hanging in there
suddenly
no Angels to be found
with trumpets shining at dawn
overjoyed with harvest of Time
The Latest
planted on humans and ripe
for sacrifices

just grey scars that are long drawn
under the blinded Sun
for the next generation
of calm
waiting handlers
that acquired the herd
with Below’s construct
of viciously played Gods
and momentary Saviors

be one or be none
miracle of choice
standing its ground
if you only open your mouth for more
than the air of silence

English Note

I am not writing in English
I am translating from foreign thoughts
into one of the common misrepresentations of thoughts
known as human language

if I use verses in Polish
will I ever get closer?
to what?

all thoughts are faster than light
how about that ?
A,B,C,D articulators !

knowing

once dead
you live for ever
again
knowing
and it gets personal
between you
and you as many
in more ways
than the two of you
can ever imagine
in a flash
veil of ignorance
is
missed

 

once crossed
you live for ever
free again
knowing of no other self
but somehow it gets personal
between you and you in many more ways
than all the ways of you you could ever imagine
while dressed in flesh for the Sun

veil of ignorance
is missed

anchor

for the moment the only thing that matters is to put middle of nowhere
with some scenic route blue skies and simmering ocean
in your still breathing life you forgot to carry with caution and love
dream
unless you really don’t give a fuck if your cosmic river suddenly dries up
in a ghetto
that some ass-hole politician called yesterday a paradise
screaming the word through the idiot box inside the four walls
you happen to inhabit for some bank on top of three dimensional food chain
and even thought you try so hard not to watch it or be watched
this primitive channelling works both ways
so why don’t you close your eyes
and turn that thing off in yourself
now
this is a starting point of another shot at freedom

TURNING AGE

colours are all wrong
in this picture perfect song of mine
they bleed into many times
that take a lot of pain
to keep alive
my grey
late
life
expending in the air
as momentary past
why stop it
from hanging

A MAN WITHOUT AN EXIT

another day
evolves into being
attaches itself to your brains
magnifies
as you try to brace for life
otherwise known
as orchestrated piece of conflicting episodes
masquerading as nights and days
or
beginnings reaching out
to hallucinating
violently torn ends

it is late

you realise
reality of NOW is further from the truth
than reality of NEVER
still life pressed for time
you move your limbs between the two
frustrated
by the  line being so thin
your fingers bleed all the way from birth
to Heavens
and you are still
a man
without an exit
another day evolves into Being
foreign substance that
attaches itself to your brains
magnifies
as you try to brace for its life
orchestrated downpour of episodes
conflicting nights and days
or
beginnings
reaching out to violently torn ends
wherever you turn
they run up to you empty
hallucinating

it is late

late to realize
reality of NOW is further from the truth
than reality of EVER
still life pressed for time
you move your limbs between the two
frustrated
by the line being so thin
your fingers bleed all the way from birth
to Heavens
and you are still
a man
without an exit

hidden

hidden inside but sensed
by few who accept the pain of destiny
all shapes awaken
in all dimensions
shaking the very tree under my skin
they come
and go
as they wish to see you off
through me

human face
is just a rag over your eyes
try to imagine
your print on the water.                distorted by waves
how will you take the flood
sent
to quiet the raging humanimal
soon by thousands
breaking into the mirrors of oceans
with no reflection
or regret
in crossing
finally outnumbered by death

save yourself
for the next abundance
use my Word