again
reading the darkest scenarios
at first – procession of thoughts only
then trains filled with cattle running above the night
you dream so much
to miss
stay where you are sculpted
by light
invisible

it is so nice when it finally hits you
with all the Universe it got
desperate
to shine on you
loving your patience and guts
loving being alive

yet
somewhere behind your back
and out of sight
like most beginnings
darkness materializes
thin air fateful with sharp fixtures to space
you must inhabit and use
for the sake of pain
of living:

sacrificial flame
eating away its time
all yours

a single more Sun to live by
this solar time ever present
in self awareness
of never running out from heavens and hells of all the universes
hidden in one
life

minds

minds
watch them bring frames of the future
spread those along motion of time
let it all run
on hope
past experience
coded and saved
so deep
they will need to dig
every coffin and look
for God’s
living flesh

I could talk for hours longer than days and still say less
than ever was allowed for a single thought to express of itself through you
mortal
the space between thoughts is mine
fade
out of my words

nowhere

  • nowhere is now
    and tomorrow
    just sits on some lonely rock
    or circles above each thought
    that needs to hide
    at night

    touch it
    as if nothing could come out of it
    and it will

    haven’t you ever asked for a proof of nowhere?
    somewhere close
    good as always
    waiting
    just waiting to take you places

thinking

(under impression of Roland Becker music)

if they make all into one world
where will you find a place
to rest
see
race as a stigmata
military courts
speechless judges of guilt
where there is only one love misplaced
they speed up the dawn
of concentration camps for those
who wish to remain behind
closed doors
alone
thinking

Satan
I know your name up close
Oh Brother
what have you done to this place
what have you done
to humans
of Earth

(under impression of Roland Becker music)

if they make us into one world
where will you find a place to rest
all that you have known
to be yours

see
just the race is stigmata
they play with meat and bones of creation
military courts
speechless judges of guilt
silent crowds on the run
from sense and reason

where there is only one love misplaced
they speed up the dawn
of concentration camps for those
who wish to remain behind
closed doors
alone
thinking

Satan
I know your name up close
Oh Brother
what have you done to this place
what have you done
to humans
of Earth

sick show

time
has a sick show to run
epidemic of movements within foreseeable past
us as the clowns hanging onto life
our cost too high for permanent heavens
and it is so good all rivers come to an end
as ocean
floating on promise of bigger things
so big no eye can see
the mystery of clouds
falling back
on desert

happens
so Now

Spurs

if you don’t go crazy
who do you think will
do that for you
who would walk in your shoes
or would he ever take them off
to fire walk since
this is something you did
before you even knew
what your life meant to others
those who got burnt
when coming off this golden lake of youth
into a foreign shore
barefoot you vanished
wearing American spurs already
and Hussar Wings
all of this
to urge destiny to move
on everything you held true
with each step more and more tired
charging up hill
the house was brought down
cards flying

Sitting back


when the sons of enemy Gods go to war
over trivial matters of material existence
on colony Earth
in the center of this Sucker Universe
there will be natural clones taking it seriously
as if more was at stake
than just the smell
of their flesh
quietly burning

with criminal fear over reason
new generation of game
will mark its time
with spasms of pain
silently watched but visibly cared for

will ridiculously pay the price
for having a chance to bread
still newer generation of game
and for newer things to come
as always
to satisfy demand for corpses

interesting how
sitting back has just become a crime
and that’s what you need
sit back through it
relax
your heart opened
to end of your time
hopeless
but fun
it was

danse macabre

touched all of life
left behind only sorrow
of light broken to past
that will come around too late for me
as I knew me to be in this moment that followed
shadows played on mind
danse macabre
always improving upon Word though
to say the least

no love to what is
left