kiedyś umrę
pozostanie po mnie tylko śmierć
jej śmiech
oczerni me usta milczeniem głupca
życie to przekonannie
wiec konam w ostateczności
to jedyne wyjście z pogrążenia się w ciele
i jego zmysłach
Lightless
fabrications of the Dark Side of the Earth
sex
toys
wealth and artificial path of the Moon
following waves of ocean of misery
lowest layers of fate
hit and run episodes against distant shores
their lands overrun by human apes and followers of sacrificial death
sin hungry
sitting at a table to eat the flesh
and mainly
slowly eating ourselves
we are
in the house
where the blessed ones are all dead
and mystics are high with a promise of future people born
and living the same lie
to parasite on
ignorance of overlord
ignorance of purpose
my human mother is torn
naturally hesitates
If I am to be
another herd thing
back in the nights
the Moon tries to ride the darkness
to hell with me
everything down that needle
takes a trip to my shadow
free fallen at God’s feet
On 9/11/2001
on 9/11
every American has become a Pole
unhinged human of 2001
branches of apple tree
shaken
sank to the ground
only the smart ones ran into insanity
the blinds into the Cabal’s lie
on 9/1
this is how we felt
heart of Europe 1939
can’t speak for the others
collapsing walls
demolished lives
bushes burning in vain with no angel
did all the talking to us
even today
we barely survive designer wars to terrorize the ape
farce of justice
premeditated crime takes place behind the silver screen
talking heads inside crystal jungle
advocate coin flip of kill and heal
following faces
following words
system of hidden membranes and eyes
Enough!
Unhinged human is not
a pleasant sight in the Eye of the Beholder
how does the data for perception feel
when step after step is taken
from below any comprehension
and madness is claiming names
of family members
so undeservingly
through fire
the herd is being put to sleep
sick place
where I have three hours left
to recover from the lowest frequencies
from the illusions they set
to trap us
Angel’s song
hey you
child of man
don’t live a life you gonna regret
don’t die death the world will forget the next day
there is only one Sunrise at a time
and you get till Sunset
to take your chances
for the damage done is who you really are
Young man
when you wake up for the Judgement Day
you will come around
and live the eternal gift of life
that’s all that matters
all that matters to birds singing prayers to calm your soul
now
close your eyes
it is divine
the sleep
may God be with you
you need him more than I ever did
all yours
failed
sleepless
Guardian Angel
surprise surprise
high above
I got nothing out of it
but a taste of life
and death
and love
and hate
you name it
you name it, child
for the damage done is who I am
on Earth
in Heaven
in Past
and Present
never forgotten pain
of losing you
Just a bad dream
Of remaining alone here
to watch
the dust
RIP
At the end of the day
I can’t see tomorrow anymore
as we wake up to the rite of passage
The way
there is no money in poetry
because poetry knows
if you asked me
money and greed are the sources
of all evil
and poets die not because they can
but because their words
show them the way to an early grave
if they fail as souls
words
my friend
are suffering you carry to the very end
thus words of suffering
are what poets use
to paint
the pains of our sick
violent ways
words
serve to appease the grief and sorrow
of Unbearable
Silent
Void
we poets challenge
by being born
to languages confused
infinite
fundamental
ambush of maintenance
ZOO
Jews have murdered The Messiah and cunningly deny their crime
Catholics follow The Beast into the living tissue of ancient lies
I am stuck
between the two faiths for apes
torn
by their broken Words
their superstitious and cynical ways to get through to God
funny how
this became my Hallelujah
on a Sabbath Day, I do not observe
as I am likely to go to some fabricated hell
some ZOO here on Earth
instead of sleep
as the Bible says I would
regardless of my sins
sooner than later the truth will poison me
but before I swallow it
I need a cigarette with human flesh in it
to please whomever that is
I try not to understand
Ojca i syna
W Polsce ziemia pachnie inaczej
inaczej pachną pąki nocy
inaczej pachnie sen rozkoszy
wewnętrzny obraz
z którego budzisz się pod drzewem życia
zbłąkanym psem
oszalałym zwierzęciem ojca i syna
Ameryka
bez wiary
na brzegu jeziora ognia
pod krwawym milczeniem Księżyca
psie
na bezdrożach przed końcem pokoleń
wołam cię wewnętrznym głosem
w najwyższym czasie
jeszcze pod Słońcem
opamiętaj się
Going prodigal
No fucking way
the lost son is coming back
he has found a weeping tree with a coolest shade
bed of green grasses with a solitary flower of hope
plant of stunning beauty and smell
it tells him:
” Look son,
everything will be OK.
Sins can be washed off with a sudden rain and these clouds…
these clouds will soon break into little droplets of Heaven.
Forget limbo of purgatory or torments of hell.
Everything will be forgiven to brethren.”
After it is done talking,
it sighs glancing at him sleeping
in the shade of the silent tree
the lost son has an attention span
of a firefly
it is brilliant how he shines
for the shortest vehicles of time that take him
places of no regret and no sorrow
imagine
last night he even dreamed
his father died
so mother-nature took care of his feelings of guilt and waste
and he now loves being the lost son
broke
alone
who threw away his phone
fate
and chip
not a significant source
of happiness
Deception
home
sweetest home
of far away
from before the ancient time began
from before the nights aligned the silent skies of the universe
from before my eyes were forced to watch the birthing plains of Earth
taste
my hundred trillion mortal cells
my food
my always waking flames
that burn themselves to ash
and selfish
arrogant
the reptilian brain that isn’t just me
but my Soul’s Repetitious Death Trap
always at the center of my mind
in the shape of dedicated fear
Portal to Nothing but Dust
asking why
why so much happened but refused to last
as more
than just an illusion
when I separate
I will not be back
to its deception
I am staying home
The forgotten vocabulary of sex
I miss the desire from
when I still had time
mantras to instincts activated by awakened senses
meat
Its blood
rhythm and cloud of power
domination between verses transformed into voices
whispers in my head I couldn’t ignore
and I had to devour
Presence of Human Female
imagined
or next to me
waiting to be touched
by more
than the boring rest of my life
I miss
this basic human language
Vibrational Illusion Inside
that saves living organisms
from oblivion
of Self
The I
I am hanging
halfway
down the rope
and I myself
brought me here from infancy
God
I am
not alone
eroding into the barren soil
at this point
in life
I believe
this is not holy water
falling on my face from above
under constellations
renamed by my enemies
I lost
to mystery milestones and slave rites around them
pilgrims
we were close
but our ascent to life-transforming peace and harmony
both never found
failed
thus I am fading
as doubt and unbelief are burning
mark of the Beast into my skin
I recon second thoughts missed the point
as if nothing could take control of our destiny
God
Everything did
solid ground
Promised Land with a garden
are presumed dead since the beginning of the End
we missed crystal-clear meanings
of crystal-clear words
and crystal-clear signs
of what’s essential to Light
newspeak got the better end of us
and now
I am just an I
blind to You
blind to humankind
Holocaust
since I lost my mind to wisdom
to acquire reliable knowledge of lies
I journey with Evil now
I journey through the confusion of maps and symbols
through flawless gaps in logic
treachery
through a smooth transition from half-truths
to inspired by cemeteries of reason
illusions of thoughts
I watch the hostile conquest of weaker minds
and I am relentlessly guilty of the truth
you can’t play it loud enough
to deaf ears of fools around you
and around your loneliness
my life
with a wandering Moon and a wandering cat
the Moon stays full and liquid
the cat is hungry and stray
walks on the roof of death
climbs down with me
the slippery gutter of life
the Third Sky next door
is looking down at us
as freaks
it sees the future
being afraid of me and my cat
it fears the heavenly change
a shift in the code
in the modus vivendi of stars
as we both woke up
and we won’t sleep again
ever
9.66 am
when everything is hopelessly possible
thus worthless
no challenge in anything left to do
all that seemed an Everest
turned into a delirious spiderweb
on the surface of transparent
hot air
no continent behind it
what was desired
never existed
love
It is late
but thank you for giving me some purpose
in the end
I just need to acknowledge the nights
out of the clear blue sky
Self-hypnosis of death
easy now
my imaginary friend
dear companion for a bit of good advice and consolation
together
calmly
let’s step into the childhood world
your earliest memory
music?
birds?
sun?
look out the window of the past
this vintage postcard
secluded cabin on the bay set along the rugged coastline
with a towering mountain range touching the copper sky
patiently blind to our quiet presence
remove yourself from the recollection of your current life
only the Cathedrals and us
holding hands with the abundance of shadows
somewhere on the lighter side of a coin
cast casually into the thin air
by the crazed Angels of Heavens
Yes
I want to live again
Let’s walk inside and get us a slice of bread
some lofty space for our morning songs
some honey and milk for our lips and heart
and all-time favorite
the solar eclipse on the familiar side of madness
where Nothing starts from the End
Everything from the Beginning
can you believe it?
to crawl out of my skin
for nothing
but the smell of suffocating dust
I am
Venus at 9 and 51
Och Patronko miłości
Niech wieczne twe życie w piękności
w którym rozświetlasz jasność swej prawdy
która zaćmi blask każdej gwiazdy
Więc błagam
Opleć ludzi w swe sieci
Niech miłość nad światem wzleci
Niech panuje nad wszystkim i wszędzie
Bo miłość trwać musi
I będzie
51 years young…
When crazy goes normal
all normal gets crazy
Questions become answers
you become me
I become you
Since Ever
And each and every Now
All flames of time
Are burning for nothing
But for us
Coma
I do not mind life
in general
but the twists
not ups and downs really
blind streets
or signs to nowhere
the sudden twists erasing previous
curves and bends
whispers around the corner
I got used to
still
helter-skelter
followed by comma
follows me
follows me everywhere I take my soul
on a leash
for a short solitary walk
in organic world
One war
Sometimes
we live for just one event
one war
last breath
this one and only
love
the emotional first step into the unknown
But sometimes
we live for every day
and every love
and every breath
and every war
and every step
for everyone and every all
just tell me
God
how much I owe you for the sunshine?
One way /m/
There is a certain way
in which all ways work
but mine
what one woman destroys
other rebuilds and you pretend it is more
than sandcastles slipping through hands
to make your women feel good as they come in waves
ocean of sex
games
and misery
because love
is boring
dead
The End
Three others
is building a tower
what you need
when no sky breaths above you?
energy
invent time
it turns alive
in the golden frame, you are
yes
you were framed
caged
the unpredictability of three others
Curse of Trinity
God blessed your patterns
Tower of Mind
rescue me
Mother
Why are we in this cage?
Ribbon
Life never happens the way it does
thus long runs require patience
patience is one of the daughters of eternity
eternal thinking in the world of daily sausage
sex
and deadlines made of waiting for corpses
we only become what we absorb unless
aware of the ribbon that never gets broken by this
previous
or next
fate
Slaves
I envy jag offs
their plastic or paper
seven cents brains
shy and gentle
educated to become corporate slaves
New World bitches
brave for a day American retards
acting like faggots in heat
intellectual and soft
submissive
ass raped by Helgas and sex dolls
terrorized by weather
idiot box
or street born monkey fellow citizens
all
spun for fun by pedophile Jews
this Evil Spawn in positions of power and opinion
You
owned sheep
herded
modified
shits for brain
failed genetic and social experiments
“Yes we can” brainless creeps
one nation drugged under sick Sun
bloody Christmas lights
values of bottom apes
cancer really
It is so much easier to be a cant
memories of sins
memories of lives
so here I am
to watch the US die
Response
If you like deep
you do have a problem
Deep always runs deeper
sick always gets sicker
beautiful is the surface of ugly
sad
the sad song of technology with brain
biological know-how
Thinking
Living Man
here on Earth where
you touch things to learn
but only complicate them
response that hurts
all senses
Beyond
is where you belong
to know
Holographic sin
If you live your dream, what do you dream about?
Windows in your room?
Summer with nights only?
Skies you can watch from the dark side of some lonely
Flat Planet
where people are kept within limits of fake time,
gravity,
space,
other constructs of dead science
and cloned
with their own organs attached to them
for ease and meaningless sins of skin and sick desires?
Deep
Fucken deep
Mind games
our mind
whose mind do you speak?
general
programmable mind
designed for average sheep
by mind specialists?
Or mindless mind of instinct lovers
to fuck or to eat
or maybe both and in that order
is your only answer to every
daily
the known and unknown problem in life you encounter?
An epidemic of questions…
who needs it?
at three am
at night
alone
where I am born to this world
of herders and herds
and hidden Gods of walls and fences
just
sweet
and perfect
Son of Adam
don’t ask
at the dawn of the end
I am a stone
a rolling stone
I wait for no one when in the fall
Agnieszka
storms
I sailed through a few
her
the other her
her being hell
her silence everywhere and always
awakenings sculpted by twilight
and sculpted in my blood
flowing with the destiny of us
into the next morning
what else do you need?
when we walk the surface of Paradise
desperate to come together
twin flame
lit over and over again
Agnes
alive happens as much as death
I did enjoy stars
ethereal fields
glittering
inside patient waters as seen from this Earth
in your eyes
Spectacles of Love I create with a touch
now
watch me dive
watch me sing
watch the rings of fire I did
just for you
The reality of Mind
Thinking is seeing from all angles
if you learn not to trust your eyes
the Fallen Ones
the Chosen Ones
the Monkeys
all have eyes but see different arrangements
that can be used for different constructs
“Among blinds, the one-eyed man is a king” lies
Blind among those seeing is closest to Creation
This brings me to a question:
Do you watch TV
to kill meditation
and hidden manifestations of stars:
our celebrities
festivities
in Havens of Mind reflected?
If you need nothing
you know everything
insecurities translate into things
make sure your soul
doesn’t become one of them
In an exchange with the fate
for nothing
but the pain of failure
as a Man
Standing
If I weren’t standing alone
I wouldn’t know
how to talk to me
that’s when others
next to death
learn in the third person you are honest
your step
might become
the step of the millions
once you get over being or not being
silent to yourself
you are
your own
follower
Air
Divine Father
thank you for opening doors for me
I couldn’t ask for more
widening doors to Chaos
disparity between us
from day six or one
who cares?
make it twelve
neither You nor I am in control
but it was a ride of my life
got all my bodies
of Water
and Fire
and Earth
together
in one unfamiliar place
now
let me catch some Air
to manifest
potentiality
between seeds
be born in it
golden yourself
addiction of belonging to Work
how big is the picture
reflecting you
on the other side?
***
możliwość
między nasionami
narodzić się w niej
złotem siebie
nałóg przynależenia do Dzieła
jak wielki jest obraz
który oddaje cię
na drugą stronę?
Women
when they give it to you
are disruption
Women
when they don’t give it to you
are disruption
Women
are disruption
The more women
the more disruption
Marriage
to one woman
was invented
to minimize disruption
with stress
on giving it to you
Sadly
I can’t come to terms
with minimalism
in the field of disruption
ADE
relax
I have never been this me before
God knows it is difficult
to exist anew
walk the nonsense of reality processed through the living brain
through the flesh of
someone biological and sensual I suddenly became
constantly identify own face against the old soul
verify
who I was born for this short frame of time
with its narrative of events
its schism with truth called history I am a part of now
down
under the dome
Again not a test but a mission
in remaining me eternal
regardless of what the Intern Overlord
is trying to force me to accept this me
me I awoke to
from an out of body life
I feel I have been pretty consistent over the ages
not tempted to harm or to be harmed
aware of the surroundings being farthest from divine
and always
always kept meaningful associations between my spiritual essence
and its short-lived expressions in the world of lower instincts
I hope
consistency makes eternity end with some bliss
of hard-earned enlightenment
because where is the end not to this me
but me eternal?
me the soul?
it is not that I am tired or lost
I am bored with those
annoying episodes of being out of harmony with my psychopath God
whom I have no choice
but to trust
All of the rivers
somewhere between my Earth and my Sun
somewhere on my shattered path to skies
desperately mending particles of history
trapped in a tangle of places and time
I go through a Therapy of Fall
the usual Chaos of Forms below ascension
through not mine expression of complexity
of foreign digital order
the elaborate design
to make me aware of everyday miracles to keep me collected
counted
marked in a momentary game of chances
calculated by alien others
the sudden coincidences
so I remain a slave force
within a masterfully composed illusion
of unwillingly accepted projections
these are the days and nights when I question my purpose
origin
intentions
my place in a number
arriving always somewhere else but not here
hostile God
the cataclysm I have to override
with blood from the mouths
of all of the rivers
to future
present
and past
Moon murders called false flags
Bush had 9/11 in the City of New York
Trump has 10/ 27/ 2018 in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
1/9/11
the gematria of words
the deceased to the wounded
11 to 7
ratios of Fabricated Hell
it is 11 dead just like
when the Gulf explodes
Symbols are signals into the void
so the void can be traveled one way
Came to this world clean
but now
this world is coming inside of me
sick and diseased
I am 9 in supposedly mine coinciding life
as I read in disbelief Algorithms of Sacrifice
convulsions speak pain on the face of broken humanity
since we live here
one might think we know all there is to know
we don’t
quite belong
never did
and I lost my soul
when the new God was designing this filth
the Earth around the Blood Moon
with his Principles for Death
at the Time
of his choosing
Saturn Day prayer to Lord
By Virtue of Death
I came upon the Golden Age of Darkness
watched shadows
wake
into the living shapes and bleed unholy verses into the heart and brains of our dark devices:
the Earth
stationery plain
and the Sky
liquid screens
raining master energies on us
on our Earthly deeds
God of Spheres
you need to have a movement if you want your darkness to work my brain
play on me this insane crusade I could not escape
in Mortal Time I have been given
around the Judgments of Polaris
All that punishment and I still
can’t follow the silence
What do you think, God of Spheres
am I there yet?
to deserve the graces
and my holy place in the Garden of Oblivion?
Breaking
my life is a Holographic Record of Deeds
some
of breaking away from a continuum of time and space
towards genuine freedom
spiritual retreat beyond the Cube
having to do with nothing but consciousness
I am a vortex of
impatient thoughts
channeling the Word through perils of primal fear and decay
significance of which
I do not always comprehend till the next incarnation
even more evident and elevating
a more unique presence I don’t identify
as belonging to any group of humans but myself
the individual
in an act of violation of death
intently watching it
for the thousandth time
unfold its impalpable wings
Chronology changes
no Evil can make me resent this life
or any of the previous ones
I have willingly taken upon my soul
all that thin air with its heavy thoughts
I carry through nights from the beginning of time
lives
as sacrifices
risen and fallen
with prolonged episodes of pain and despair
all come
all go
chronology changes
while unwavering faith of a child
remains
temple
with no false prophets to make me forget my name
my purpose
projections of sixth sense
to save my sanity
in the face of rage and madness
eternity
has been quietly promised
to those who listen to Word
to begin a new day with
Desperate /m/
time is gone
step off the train
into a dream
where every second takes a turn
sudden move
into an hour
every hour
into a day
day into a night
night into a sky above
sky into the light of us
dark thoughts feel good
but why escape the moment
no to be defined by it?
ever
what an empty space it is
unless we inhabit its song
Thrive
I couldn’t care less to see through many shades of realization
that I am a stranger with no name on the rough end of life here
I did enter this world again today but felt far better yesterday
before this adventure of
supposedly
insignificant and meaningless experiences to feed void with my fears
expectations
but somehow
distance to hell
closer now
how is it even possible
you had trust in places I chose to stay for the night
or walked
the liquid surface of every unknown
holding my hand?
I blame free will in our veins
and I blame failing arrangement of bones, flesh, and organs intended for a single-use
by eternal souls
that besides sanctuary of love we shared with God
the mind set up I brought with me from the other side
just in case time has no end
but what if it does?
end in a chase
after a new fusion of strings and vibrations?
will you be part of my new world?
will you be music
of every note
I take
Everything is what I don’t know best – to David J.
look at me
when I am listening to you
my face
with both eyes
so often blind
to what I say inside
to myself
forgetting about me feeling everything so differently
and still getting broken
with every word coming out of your mouth
as if my Self was part
of conspiracy
against me
but I
am always willing to learn
new versions of suggestions
so this time
which is not
I don’t know for sure a little better
then the previous time when I knew nothing
which happened only the shortest eternity before
there was time for eternity
not now of course
which always brings me to my Self
as a conclusion of life
single but not alone
where everything is only a small part
dust really
of what I don’t know best
Oil
global warming
fake news
Russian delusion
Yes We Can
CNN
GMOs that are safe
tasty
and mercy suddenly
all Evil unleashed
since the beginning of time most trusted to fuck with my brains
for oil
for sex
dumb ass spin assholes at work since early morning
inflicting their waves
lowest shapes of frequencies
on devils like me
fucking joke
I live
I have given this life everything I got
from all the previous ones
every illness
every death
that stuck with me
framework of mirrors
Bronek, czy to ty, pokazujesz tu światu środkowy palec? jeśli to ty, to szkoda, że głównie po angielsku… Mam nadzieję, że u ciebie wszystko w porządku. Pozdrawiam Tomasz