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Monkey vengeance

I am an animal
that’s what they say when they don’t understand
I could kill you with my bare hands
but I carry a knife for the sophisticated
reptilian pleasure of taking life
I could kill you with a hit of my naked palm
but I have a loaded gun to watch your fear
crawl up the walls and jump your eyes
pleasure my sick heart

will I take my meds
and carry on with the next episode
of human life on Earth
burry the hatchet
or will I soon find a way to your throat
slash the vein
skin you of voice with a sharp object
cover the ground
above garbage bag with a corpse inside?

can’t let my mind get infected with insignificance
of annoying parasite
you are
live
live human dirt
eventually
your fate will hit the wall
it itself built

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Sanctuary

as you advised
I gave all to my craft
mother
don’t you ask for more
even translucent stars got tired of being watched
and the tower
brick by brick
is crumbling into elaborate torture in dreams so high
they suffocate history with barbed wires and the stench of death

tonight
nervous flocks of crows
flew off my face into the sanctuary of clouds
to watch darkness cover ground with ash
break the skies into a carousel of stage lights
in this Babylonian circus
we are the apes in
I live but I am not
yet
reborn

every shadow I feed  seems to grow wings
their flapping awakens storms
downpour of worries
we lived only in the past mother
cut off from the promise of what is to come
as our horizons were long captured
and our Suns
and our Moons are not visible
yes
childhood weeps at nothing left
but crush-lines and stench of burned fingertips
 to guide us through the wasteland of gods
fall and rise
fall and rise under seeded clouds
I can’t see your face anymore
mother
your son was born
to piss away
all this love
I am sorry
for
mother

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Stage

read the flame
if you want to put out the fire
lies are there
burning your mask to the bone
can’t you see?
every day silent overkill proceeds funeral choirs
son of man
pay for the discomfort you caused me
I have been waiting
slaughtering time for corrupt designs
hastily promised to bodies in dire need
of the eternal road


I refuse to regret milestones
slippery slope
mud we faced
to episodes of self-creation
my bad if the future doesn’t happen
the way we imagined the higher forces
as vampires came and went
what a joke
now conquered
I am willing to burn down the stage
we danced the macabre on
every trench of the last frontier
everything

 

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Fate

come closer
I belong to you
like you belong to me
this time
I chose you wisely
my brother
my wild twin
my fate to nowhere

I chose you
before abandoning the safety of planes above
entering the abyss of dust
trying to again
change the prophecies into future done
fulfill another incarnation of never-ending self
fascinated with mortality
constantly running into an ambush of restless lives

I
fate
slaves to one another
we were bitten by the snake
taken prisoners
before we even had a chance
to save each other

numb
we are watching blood being drained from hypnosis
chaos spiral into orders of war
birds fall off the sky

what a deserted place of self-harm
with guns constantly pointed at brains trying to make sense of
manipulative disorder
while alien dead hand
one by one
is claiming certificates of belonging
mine of both
separate ways
to death

 

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RIP

it is not that I am not dying because I don’t want to

ask my guts
scars prove I already did
the inner circle of the wrong and lonely paradise
patiently awaits signs of illness
fact
my heart did stop to look back
but came around and stayed to never rest
the truth being
I don’t know any acceptable last words
I could tell you a little story
but that’s not the case when you have only seconds left
before running away
for the good and bad of a world that never ends

I do not pretend to be rising
my shoes are more of a Fenix than I am
they walk in circles I only follow trends
you have no clue how many doors were kicked in
women used
money spent
how many songs have changed their pace
how many streets have faced moments of blindness
to never recover or to never find me a better way
so I am hanging out with myself in my shoes
for now
around and around
over the years I didn’t choose
but they count
God damn
they count
in the last symphonies of the great Universe
RIP