Małgorzata

dzień
tamten dzień
jego bolesna stygmata  i zapach rozpalonego słońca
powrociły do mnie po dwudziestu jeden latach nieżycia
ten dzień oddał mi to samo zawieszenie swiatła  i powietrza
ten sam wiatr poniósł mój szept
to samo szczęscie opętało nas ciepłem
ciebie  tylko gdzieś pozostawił po drodze
w popękanej dolinie czasu
twoj śmiech
ramiona
i usta
Cała ta bezbronna miłość ciągle we mnie kona
i konać będzie ze mną do końca dni każdego świata
nad  którym przechodzę do porządku rzeczy martwych bez ciebie
Aniele w kobiecie
ten dzień
to bylo święto wniebowzięcia
cielesności ludzkiego istnienia

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that innocent day
that bearing date
its stigma and scent came back to me after twenty-one years of death
returned to the shadow I am
it gave me the same blossoming Sun
the same warmth filled my head
the same softness and breeze played on my dead face
but somehow
it left you out somewhere along the way
your laugh
your touch
your trance of happiness

the helpless love of that innocent day
is still dying in me
and it will be in me until the end
of every single world over which
I move on without you
Goddess
in a woman, I met then

soon after
funeral crows have flown into my heart
past collapsed
their desperate wings still beat against delicate walls of crystal ball

that bearing date
was an ascension holiday
of the carnality of human condition

 

Fool

I am sealed in God’s book for a slow death
the slower it gets the denser the words become
it is a handwritten script my soul has always been aware of
since always got invented to mean as long as I live in this body
but is life here life if it dies?
Or is it just an irony of fate extended to last a little longer
than barely enough
Lord?
Are you listening?
Did you cry tears of joy at the end of the seventh day?
Did you swear?
Did you pray or are the prayers just for us?
Who do you pray to?
And finally
what about proportion
of happiness to misery?
shame really and
am I a fool to ask?

Crown

you can’t save yourself from yourself
deny the day firmament of the night
futile efforts
son of man
nothing is real you anymore
but the wall
the stone of your face
the circle of death in every path you take
you alone
are following the last days with nails in your hands
look
she might have an answer
and take away the pain
crown you earned
Nevertheless think twice before giving up control
of the living blood you are
for Christ’s sake
let the rage of a wild animal
caught in a mortal snare
not the silence of the darkest hour
be the sign of change

Election Blues

oh
how I can’t wait to greet our always sweet
shiny leaders of Crater Earth
with arms straight out towards circus skies
with an opened mouth
our precious chosen litter of the latest secret breeding
clones by natural
ever-present Evil eye
dark
untouchable nobility

they spin them fresh for us
for every generation
for every human wave
simple
performing acts of reptilian Lord
as shiny leaders come to appease
instruct
and lead closing dance macabre
an inside little dent with bipolar carousel
another day
another age of hell
another waste of perfectly deceived humanity
coming to the farm you happen to live on as an ape with a face
now ape
what are you staring at?
sailing skies is not allowed
bend your stinking neck
and go back to work

Serpent

Inside and out
I’m rotten
blood
carrier
fallen in the sands of the Earth
shred of aching
tainted meat
forgotten pathfinder and catalyst

who are you
watching my pain and suffering
in the cage of time?
answer me

September is such a glorious month
to bear fruit
revive stars and the whole universe
not death

I want my Light back

ray from a place
that doesn’t exist yet
the future world is a better place
with me in it
Seth
control yourself

Love

to the individual who is wisely reading these organic verses
I wish you great success
health
love
and happiness
you entered  pages that are my hunting grounds
for incredible
precious persons
still
what a shame
all descending into meaningless oblivion
on my part
It might be an empty prayer to prevent that
but I know
your story is my story
and its end
is my end
how about
one day
we will make them meet in Third Heaven
above our lonely destinies
where love is given to all
waiting souls
lost
at the last stop before reason
for everything

Chicago

dear authorities
thank you for reviewing cycles of my insanity so quickly
I greatly appreciate your interest in my mental disability
and that besides issues with my large weight and high blood pressure
I bet your agent can help me subscribe to your monthly newsletter
full of valuable information on convenient ways to hang me
or shoot bystanders at the nearest covid-19 test sites
as well as other dedicated to public safety distancing centers
which include but are not limited to
pretty much everywhere in this thrifty municipality
These stubborn individuals surely deserve that
for not wearing protective tampon faces properly
federal government and Jesuits recommend
I always knew you would provide me with the confidence to act myself out
and resist
resist
resist normalcy
in a spectacularly useful to high society and local administration way
as locking me up on a funny farm would be a very undesirable change
in a policy to keep this city ghetto-enclosed
sick
and overdosed on heroin and of course
Whiteness Is Indefensible
Black Lives Matter
Marxism is great if you run out of crack
and yes
ABC
CNN
FOX
please take formal notes as
few sporadic murders will immediately follow this short thank you letter
to democratically and carefully selected by numerous others African mayor
and her white freak “fille de joie” I admire with all my heart
for making me look normal
sharp and collected

 

Promising

I went through a recent case of endless love
sickening my mind
which I erased
with a new
fresh
equally endless
though longer love
that would possibly last through a second night
but it is a shame endless is boring as fuck
if you are busy with real life
still irresistible proposition
and drastic improvement from the previous cases
I was addicted to
quick
short
nervous
but somehow it hanged on my words for hours
this endless love
and leather sky
warm
promising
clear visibility into random acts
things we have done together
in galleries of forms
in my bed
in my head
female
turn around
slow
easy
and stop touching me

I have been fed
illusion

Form

I know the Truth
glorious and beautiful
path through Patience

and I am not afraid of you
on the contrary
be afraid of me
deafening
Illuminated Silence
finally you are as quiet as surprised
to see me being consumed by fire
burnt into a diamond

wild guess
the only problem I have ever had with this life
is that it ends in an alien expanse called Eternity
behind the veil
out of touch
but I have been walking on the very edge between the two worlds
the two fairy-tales
the whole time
perceptible
painful steps since biological childhood
and out of this fate
this process
program
beyond annoying protein quest
the longest suicide watch I humbly
recollect
but the wait is over
chains broke off my neck
and it ends
this uncomfortable
transient form
corruptible flesh converts back into luminous shine
didn’t I tell you?
God is Great
He whispers
what screams in me with flames

Idiot

there is so much Unknown
that if we had senses capable of realizing its vast lands
we would travel them in a constant fear

trust in divinity of creation
its purpose
its guiding light
allows us to breath freely
and look into the future
with a smile
or is it just
our complete imbecility
that makes us carry on
into the jaws of a trap

Sisyphos
king of Ephyra

explain yourself or stop
you viral
idiot