What was most desired and almost happened is more missed than anything that did happen. Looking back and gaining awareness of the existence of better possibilities causes the real pain, not the actual going through the varied, other outcomes.
Container of time
Time is any shape you want it to be…you are its container
Land of Dark
out of all my mothers I had on Earth
place to remember for ever
before the chosen millennium
before fabricated skies
fabricated babies
my real mother in flesh
the mother
who with great pain
gave birth to my form and song of my heart
the mother from the land of Wends
was an angel
a human gem who didn’t like the church
fallacies of science
but would gently break the bread with strangers
to keep the demons
shadow people away
and she did well on her promise
as I went away into the Land of Dark
Land of Ash
to find myself in the mirror
fight back
when the devil gets in my face
to dance its dance of wild fires and floods
blind atrocities of supreme judgement
dance of death
Fuse
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
as mountains crumble to burry shrines
oceans rise
to swallow fields
cities they feed
golden nests of Phoenix
so be it
dreams are built on desires
everything will vanish 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