What the government starts, population will finish but the fuse doesn’t seem to understand how the bomb works. The bomb maker does.
Origin
this fate
good or bad
won’t save you
close your eyes and enjoy the ride into madness
mountains crumble to burry shrines
oceans boil
oceans rise
to swallow fields with cities they feed
golden nests of Phoenix
so be it
dreams are built on sick desires
everything will drown before your eyes
unless you learn your origin
ruthless harvest upon the hybrids
you wandered this desert of bones for nothing
watched the skies lonely
starving for purpose
stray dog
blinded by the smell of blood and sausage
out of control since young
the only good part of nomad’s life
Enclosure
the life and death of me in short:
I was born of a woman
got named by folks
numbered by the overlords
two suns
one moon
hung over me
but I no longer miss cosmic porn
for little people in their little world
as my soul escaped
enclosure under the prison dome
Father of mine was no God
never lied
but used to say everything was a lie
he was wrong
now I know
everything is a joke
it’s easier to just laugh it off
than to fight
hallucinations
about freedom
justice
love
the reason I don’t walk on water
is because I often choose to drown,
brother
what do you want from yourself?
Everyone wants to be the one in everyone.
Sprostowanie
do świtu
pozostał z opuszczonych lat
ciężar minionych chwil
dźwigam zmrok i snuję się przez jego korytarze
twarze
cudze sny
porwane strzępy muzyki
nie radzę sobie z lawiną myśli
za oknem
Księżyc zdziwiony przygląda się ciemności
jakby nigdy nie miał oczu
nigdy nie widział
nie rozumiał samotności na ziemiach obcych
zimnych
w które bez serca
w ciężar tej ciszy odchodzę
Farmlands of Earth
We are farmed by entities so cruel, we turned one of them into imaginary friend, called it God in hopes of relief from oppression based on obedience.
Funny
I appeared in two searches last week
the first search was God
went over my profile
laughed
left no message or comment
had second thoughts
left a single like out of five
the second one was my mother
she died few years back
so greatly missed
dropped by to check if I brushed my teeth
before she went back to bed
where my father laid dead
waiting for her good night kiss
This crown in the sky has seven stars in it
but I am blind to light
and I can’t escape the divine abstraction of
everything being written down with blood
on funeral sheets
Myślenie
Myślenie szkodzi na bezmyślność.
Bezmyślność to podstawa błogostanu.
Błogostan to przechowalnia mięsa.
Hole
busy with my day of reckoning
I lost my hand with which I was supposed to wave goodbye to life
dropped it in the corridor more towards the end on the left side of throne of God
next to thoughts too heavy for me to carry on my own into the apartment where there is no room for peace
walls are still-life
barely breath with images of virginity and other curses
it is such a shame not to wield a mortal hand
taken out of destiny pocket
when you need it for the hole
in your head
Dziura
zgubiłem rękę którą miałem pożegnać życie
została w korytarzu do śmierci
przy myślach zbyt ciężkich, abym je wniósł samemu
do mieszkania, w którym nie zachodzi pokój
jego ściana jest martwa
bezwiednie oddycha jeszcze obrazami dziewictwa i przekleństwa
to taka krzywda
nie władać ręką śmiertelną
świeżo wyjętą z kieszeni przeznaczenia
do czegoś innego
niż dziura tutaj