for a day

I am talking to my words
before broken in stranger’s mouth
on the other side of this world
they lie
as I wouldn’t forgive myself
the silence of
disgust when that happens again

I need to hear the music
and follow their path to wiser skies
tuned into the mood of falling blue from above the Sun
sized for a day
habit of sick celestial truths

and since when did I come here for illusion of only life
down to the last now so suddenly present
in person
I know not to be
but become

more
than
life

 

personal now

all the junk on idiot box
web
billboards
toxic spin of screens
freezing up my mind
always breaking or just in resident third world shit
invented crap reported by smiling day and night zombies
bleached upon brains
fake
horny blondes
other diseased psychos used as visual tags for irrelevant generations
celebrities but really slaves
sewer mermaids
dogs
farmed to be vicious on demand
contagious at sight

I get stuck between gravity of my own life and nonsense of existence
lunacy that is turning off the light I follow
I guess it’s side effect
consequence of having brain of a man
not of indivisible God of time and space both chosen as Now
so personal

everything is just a draft which
no matter how hard you try
can not be saved
that said
why be patient?
why?

No things

I need no past
women
houses
streets
cars
money or hope
friends
enemies
things
memories
Gods
time
its scars written in light
or any maps I have drawn in mind to peace of sudden and infinite roads

I got rid of things but empty ocean extending into this fixture of fate
last but not least
on the horizon
call of The End to me in places and acts here
no more rogue waves under this Sun
coming from heart I carried

***

non ho bisogno del passato
donne
case
strade
automobili
denaro o speranza
amici
nemici
cose
ricordi
gli Dei
tempo
le sue cicatrici scritti in luce
o le mappe che hanno attirato in mente per la pace di strade improvvise e infinite

Mi sono liberato di cose ma oceano vuoto che si estende in questo apparecchio del destino
ultimo, ma non per importanza
all’orizzonte
fine chiamata  per me in luoghi ed agisce qui
onde non più canaglia sotto questo sole
proveniente dal cuore ho portato

***

nie chce żadnej przeszłości
tych kobiet
domów
ulic
samochodów
pieniędzy
nadziei
przyjaciół i nieprzyjaciół
rzeczy
wspomnień
idoli
czasu
jego blizn zapisanych światłem
ciepłem
żadnych map wyrytych w śwadomości dla spokoju dróg nagłych i nieskończonych

pozbyłem się wszystkiego oprócz oceanu do ostatniego urządzenia losu
górującego na horyzoncie Zewu do Końca mnie w aktach i w miejscach tutaj
wystarczy
tych wściekłych fal pod jednym słońcem
pochodnych z serca które niosłem samotnie do następnego stamtąd nieba

Malrose H.

my medicine man is a beautiful woman
dances around troubled waters of mine
bird of  every paradise hopelesly lost in its rite
in feathers of all magic words
crafted vibrations of air
dressed like a poem to impress all that is left of me:
the surface
but really
unable to affect my pain to any depths
recover
more than I wish to expose
or cure

last night was an enchanting lesson
in sudden ends to blasphemy of silence
sin I rely on
to calm my waves
become transparent
not wake again
on August 29th
2016
A.D.

far

how far is here
can I remain seated
or do I have to walk in circles
God?
you saw me give up
you had a chance to abandon me
why didn’t you?
I can’t give you another one
we both know
no time is
just words

I listen

all

life is a lawsuit
you are your own defense attorney
but you don’t trust yourself
to make the best choices for the defendant
who again left the courtroom to commit the crime
of another day
under the Sun

vanished
that’s all I wish to know
my Lord

Anew

at forty nine
I am an old man
with an old face
few defects
soul
that doesn’t remember when it was first born to this sickening lonely place of annoying
simple human labors
tired with ages my soul
breaths life into a new body
awaits first date
first sex
patiently
next death
funeral
next
and across the street from no one who cares to remember real or fake
first or last name of mine

it would feel like being still born from the beginning
if not for that silver lining
you are
when you come
girl
that’s all the pride I need now

Claim

I sometimes think about you
and I wish that sometimes
was what it claims to be
but it is not
it always starts
and never ends
that’s how deep it is
Ashley
sometimes lasts me for ever
maybe if I had sex with you
I would be done with it
that’s why I like to have sex
to get over it:
sometimes

game

some lives here
are activity from other dimensions
suspicious scar tissue from chain of events below and above
both ways
to please or fight your live body

get used to Armageddon
confess yourself in time or
in no time (eternity)
you do have a choice
choice is the catch
divinity
but there is a price
will you pay it here
instincts aside
or
once in a form in which it is too late
for being
anything more than entertainment to Evil
its game
deliberately chosen