look at Her

I don’t run
but I hate when time is running out of the place
I was put in
like an animal in a cage
watched
fed
slaughtered

escape is not an option if eternity
is to be saved for this race
look at Her – Eternity
so scared of her future
She used to have
with every breath you take
humanity

make no mistake
this Sun
can not be illegal

sculpture of lie

things of the past
made into sculpture of lie
you lived
so contemporary but Now
doesn’t see it this way
it is either Now or You
weird
unnatural selection of Time

broken to dust

there is no one night of the past
the crown and the jewel

you get something out of many nights
with many women
and only in your mind
after years of lust and dreaming
it is this one perfect
feeling of desire
towards something that will never be again since past
took all the women
you could have possibly loved
with all your heart now
suddenly broken to dust
and memories lost
of mother young
caring
still alive

quickest passage

if life was one second shorter, it wouldn’t be at all
how do we stretch that second remains our secret
magic of thinking life into closest thing to eternity
quickest passage
while knowing stillness so well by the end
still unable to stay
we watch in horror
murder of code on us

who watches

each and every face seen over and over again
in fake attempts at emotion
all riding usual fear carrousel
and you
you hup on it too
brother
let it show your face to light
see what it does with it
who watches
who cares
while eye closes for good
as is the promise
unfulfilled or simply untrue?
many lives later
still waiting

mimic

I just follow this life
it left behind day and night
and each subsequent sense

I have found
in its escape from me

quietly
on the verge of awakening from sleep
I’m waiting for it to come out to greet
radiant death

happens now

All is taken away gradually
hands
women
legs and back bone
at a pace you can still live with
and even if you beg and cry within walls of your human ghetto
we don’t share time
we can’t share time
everybody has its own imaginary past
and lie of present
it is where you go that matters
window of impossible point
opens
to unstoppable future that happens now
or never

just wait

I could touch you with my hand
lips
or tongue behind them
waiting so dry
for a taste of you

and then
I could touch you with a song
the tongue sings with my lips
to all the hills and trees as winds of fate
bring us closer

just wait

what is the name?

possession
what star has yours fallen from
taken over your soul
delivered you ?

and what signs has time placed on you
made you float back to childhood
arms stretched
upside down and silent
drunk with its waste
women
dreams
question of birth for all the wrong reasons
maybe to hear and ignore
whistles at dawn of lost
marauding Shepherds
blindly following herds
with knives and hunger

and what is the name
that came with this face
now hidden

dive

Surface is the world today. It is all surface.
Underneath the surface are workings.
And underneath the workings is intention.
Be afraid of intention. Know the intention.
Concentrate to see and repel the intention.
Workings fall easy.
Surface becomes transparent.
Depths visible.
Dive.
Unnafraid.