God rested on the seventh day
I can’t
I am no God
I am a slave
built to last through labors
through storms and deserts
through broken hearts and arms
through victories and surrenders
I will rest
after I die for this world
for now
I live 24/7 under the dome
but on the eight day
I liberate myself
I switch to Heaven Mode
you
my love
No title reincarnation
It all makes sense now
I am not going anywhere I haven’t been taken to before
nothing ever goes away from my mind
once touched I feel the pain and I feel the bliss for ever
circling above vortex of days always to the edge of every self
past
present
and the one to come
sorcery of wave swinger never ends
I barely grab another soul midair and are born again right after Gods
extinguished current flame
never for long
it is like bird song
birds fall from the sky
while the song keeps flying
to wake the Sun
Ciemnosc
co noc
dzwigam ciemnosc
zwierzeca otchlan az po brzegi chmur
z niespokojnymi rozlewiskami wiatrow
gdzie tona wniebowzieci
ciemnosc
uczepiona gwiazd i mego ramienia
glaz strachu przed soba
przed niewiadoma jednego istnienia
Pavlov’s Migrant
If I knew
what I was signing up for
as decades decay
under foreign skies
as every place
face
and every continent blur in memory
every chance to influence the most basic facts
is lost
to evil twists in the story of my life
I would not sign it with my blood
I would lock the door
throw away the key
and expect the blind chase inside cage
homerun from wall to wall
to kill my lights and everything I lived for
on impact
Sleeping now
past on my back
we drag each other through wild fires of Earth
guilty of being still alive
always close to somewhere too far to reach
but we try to dance through days
and dream through nights
to get there intact and sound
find that golden edge
of eternal life
me and my past
on my back
sleeping now
I will wake its monsters if I stop
but I need to lay down and listen to secret whispers from the time
when everything was fine
and the past was light like mother’s touch