robert bronisz **** CHICAGO

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

 

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

 

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

a sterile kiss on the throat
and you begin to sing your song
a side effect of your fears
make it last in me
after I let go of your beautiful soul

in other lost words
I am watching
“I love you”
a pocket of warmth surfacing
reaching out beyond
liquified nonsense
let me breathe it
let me get wasted on its sin
deep agony of senses
summer dreams begin to flow
open fields
of being released from bondage

your female body underneath responds
to my pyrrhic storm of momentary victory
I am walking on your clouds
released from your promise

the children were so eager to become rats
imprisoned by the carousel’s swing
that they turned a travesty of the purpose of life
unless life had no meaning
and the sky only meant to look down
on scrap skeletons embedded  in quicksand

the coming wave will wash away
everything that built your love
made you belong
everything that kept you warm and safe
everything above and below that cared for you
forget yourself like other expendable heroes
in a fight for an early grave

nothing comes out of no place
but everything goes in there
tear
who needs this spectacle
when it always rains blood

you have become a scar on my face
young Jesus could have learned how to die in here
hell of human names
I know yours
sheep only do what the devil planned

run
run sheep
the shortest path to the lake of fire
my wars are won before the first shot
hits the chest of another worthless parasite
chasing its brother

I am watching the blue sky
yet burning inside
flame before ash
how did I lose myself
how did I morph into a soul who no longer wants to rest
flame before ash
worlds collide at the best time for a blood sacrifice
run

sheep
run

 

 

 

blessed be
ability to cope
with chronic me
stupid grim
on my face
when I hear myself
bark at hand

blessed be
sweet dream
condensed into flesh
here
sinner awakes
one breath away
from a certain death

the weather was kind this year
the clouds seemed all-natural
the rain outside had no bitter taste
and if all my wishes were to come true
I would irrationally ask for more predictable use of flood
as the unconditioned stimulus in our controlled environment
no
definitely not
can’t call it an experiment
Earth is a nice facility
a little flat
a little round
birds do exist
but my hand is not feathered
what on Earth
would the point be
of no return