By being born

by being born
we are
so much smarter than immortals
we know
passage of time is not
a miracle

we know
feeding this life
takes a lot of days and a lot of nights
we take chances
wherever we can find them
hidden in wait
just for us
astonishingly passing by

there is nothing I can tell you
that you already don’t know
and then
there are choices
to expand after
and before

everything is spoken

Venus asleep

you sleep
and I wake your dreams for you now
fossils of touch preserved in madness of heart
insignificant traces of light
and pain
which I am
when not around

you wait
eight years have passed
eternity for stars
that only shine
again
when I am around
reflected in your eyes

love has never had its price so high
as I wake the dreams
over and over my half
myself undying
clown of that reflection
walking the demons afar
and us apart
in the only possible lack
of any coherent direction

Here it comes

and here comes
of hidden skies
The One
the bird of pray
the feathered fright
in all of us
the falling Sky
revives
below
we are left
with few dilemmas of dubious importance
or are we
right
above
as always

AS A MATTER

at the funeral of all familiar worlds
matter
is the weeping mother of all lies
it touches you
to hurt
or sings its siren song
down your mouth
flows her vibrant
physical force
of meaning

if one could only forget
those hidden spells
in an awakened brain
and never admit
to a  loss or longing
for blindness

but even blind
I am dancing
chanting
pain in the ass
life’s metaphore
as a matter
dressed
in tolling bells of consciousness

at the funeral of all familiar worlds
matter
is the weeping mother of all lies
it touches you
to hurt
or sings its siren song
down and out your throat
flows her vibrant
physical force
surprise
of meaning follows

if one could only forget
these hidden spells
in an awakened brain
and never admit
to a loss or longing
for blindness

but blind
you are more of a dancing
chanting clown
usual pain to Earth and Stars
life’s metaphor
as a matter
dressed
in waking
tolling to skies
bells of selfish unconsciousness

we – the shame
to whoever they are
them, Gods
as defined by adversaries
us including

YOU DIE

you die

and flowers bloom

off of your face

with smile

that every day they carry

into the blazing Sun
expecting Moon

into the Eye of Life

you die

and soaked with seeds

on rainy day
on Earth

your body dreams of trees

so deeply rooted in your heart

embedded in your chest

no God or Stars will ever tell

the tree or you apart

and days will pass

and nights will fall

out of the abbys

you will reborn

the breath

of every living men

ascended

beyond the skies

to come again with light

you

yes you

the fallen one

za drzwiami

te drzwi to cień
domysłów
nabrzmiały kokon zła
pęknie mi w głowie
gdy ledwie dotknę go słowem

za nimi jest cisza
albo szarża koni rozpętanych myślą
bezzębny starzec z wizją świata
prostą jak alfabet
bym spisał początek po koniec

czemu nie ty ?
prochu
słabości
zlewko na spermę
dziwko
atrapo seksu
popielniczko resztek
strzepywanych z dni
i ze mnie

czemu nie ty ?
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