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?

Margaret

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

 


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

 

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