hey you
child of man
don’t live life you gonna regret
don’t die death the world will forget the next day
there is only one Sunrise at a time
and you get till Sunset
to take your chances
for the damage done is who you really are
Young man
when you wake up for the Judgement Day
you will come around
and live eternal gift of life

that’s all that matters
all that matters to birds singing prayers to calm your soul
now
close your eyes
it is divine
the sleep
may God be with you
you need him more than I ever did
your failed
sleepless
Guardian Angel
surprise surprise
high above
I got nothing out of it
but a taste of life
and death
and love
and hate
you name it
you name it,  child
for the damage done is who I am
on Earth
in Heaven
in Past
and Present
never forgotten pain
of losing you
Just a bad dream
Of remaining alone here

there is no money in poetry
because poetry knows
if you asked me
money and greed are the source
of all evil
and poets die not because they can
but because their words
show them the way to an early grave
if they fail as souls

words
my friend
are suffering you carry to the very end
thus words of suffering
are what poets use
to paint
the pains of our sick
violent ways
words
serve to appease the grief and sorrow
of Unbearable
Silent
Void
we poets challenge
by being born
to languages confused
infinite
fundamental
ambush of maintenance

No fucking way
the lost son is coming back
he has found a weeping tree with a coolest shade
bed of green grass with a solitary flower of hope
plant of stunning beauty and smell

it tells him:

” Look son,
everything will be OK.
Sins can be washed off with a sudden rain and these clouds…
these clouds will soon break into little droplets of Heaven.
Forget limbo of purgatory or torments of hell.
Everything will be forgiven to brethren.”

After it is done talking,
it sighs glancing at him sleeping
in the shade of the silent tree

the lost son has an attention span
of a firefly
it is brilliant how he shines
for the shortest vehicles of time that take him
places of no regret and no sorrow

imagine
last night he even dreamed
his father died
so mother nature took care of his feelings of guilt and waste
and he now loves being the lost son
broke
alone
who threw away his phone
fate
and chip
not a significant source
of happiness

I miss the desire from
when I still had time
mantras to instincts activated by awakened senses
meat
Its blood
rhythm and cloud of power
domination between verses transformed into voices
whispers in my head I couldn’t ignore
and I had to devour
Presence of Human Female
imagined
or next to me
waiting to be touched
by more
than the boring rest of my life

I miss
this basic human language
Vibrational Illusion Inside
that saves living organisms
from oblivion
of Self

since I lost my  mind to wisdom
to acquire reliable knowledge
of lies
I journey with Evil now
I journey through confusion of maps and symbols
through flawless gaps in logic
treachery
through smooth transition from half-truths
to  inspired by cemeteries of reason
illusions of thoughts
I watch the hostile conquest of weaker minds
and I am relentlessly guilty of the truth
you can’t play it loud enough
to deaf ears of fools around you
around your  loneliness

my life