Mam już pare lat
A przemijanieiro
Rozpierdala mnie
Co raz mocniej
Ostatnio mialem złą wizję
Najbliższe osoby umrą
Ocean się zbliża
I czuć jego zimny oddech
No kurwa nie mogę się
Stać alchemikiem
Przemieniać kwas w wino
Wewnątrzdusznie
Kwiat z serca wyrośnie
To zaraz go zaduszam
Głazem rozumu
I się gryzę ho ho
I śmiech innych
Jak niemożność
Słyszę dziwne głosy
Z trzterech stron świata
Na raz to idź tu to tam
I się rozdwaja na pół
Noc i jaźń i kaźń
Ten stan trwa sekundę
Ale rozpościera się
Na całość czasu
Którego niewiele niewiele
wtorek, 3 maja 2016
a man ina pub
A man in a pub
In the midst of the Atlantic ocean
Scratched his ass
Lit up a cigar and
Looked the TV screen
And sighed heavily
As
The water sculptured a rock
And the seagulls hung in the air
The doors of the toilet were squeaking
And the man says
After some time one begins to avoid suffering for he has been put through it all you know and mmm the cross weighs too heavy, so to speak, you know what I mean by this...I am only a man. A fucking MAN. I'm a weak bastard. And all the light and emptiness bullshits increase his old ulcers' inflammation...listen me up boy, I been seeing death and resurrection every minute of my freakin life and now I just want some peace, some unknown tranquility, beyond that crap, some ethereal hands combing my hair, maybe a small house and good food every day, and fire, and a smiling wife because all this suffering ethos has eaten up it's tail...and anyway, all these jerks down there clearly forgot why they suffer and are all the time obsessed with talking to the world, not listening to it, without even being aware of a small fact that everyone they meet and everything they experience exist only in their brains that shall become a handful of fucking intergalactic dust...gimme a ciggy now and get outta here, punk!
In the midst of the Atlantic ocean
Scratched his ass
Lit up a cigar and
Looked the TV screen
And sighed heavily
As
The water sculptured a rock
And the seagulls hung in the air
The doors of the toilet were squeaking
And the man says
After some time one begins to avoid suffering for he has been put through it all you know and mmm the cross weighs too heavy, so to speak, you know what I mean by this...I am only a man. A fucking MAN. I'm a weak bastard. And all the light and emptiness bullshits increase his old ulcers' inflammation...listen me up boy, I been seeing death and resurrection every minute of my freakin life and now I just want some peace, some unknown tranquility, beyond that crap, some ethereal hands combing my hair, maybe a small house and good food every day, and fire, and a smiling wife because all this suffering ethos has eaten up it's tail...and anyway, all these jerks down there clearly forgot why they suffer and are all the time obsessed with talking to the world, not listening to it, without even being aware of a small fact that everyone they meet and everything they experience exist only in their brains that shall become a handful of fucking intergalactic dust...gimme a ciggy now and get outta here, punk!
czwartek, 14 kwietnia 2016
epa
2016-04-14
07:17
Natural nakedness achieved by death happens to everybody, without their own will.
The so called sacred nakedness,however, can only be achieved on the way of fasting and prayer that leads one to another kind of state - the alive deadness.
The flower's savory joy
Is the earth's resolution
A knife thrown to the bottomless well
Rots there forever
07:17
Natural nakedness achieved by death happens to everybody, without their own will.
The so called sacred nakedness,however, can only be achieved on the way of fasting and prayer that leads one to another kind of state - the alive deadness.
The flower's savory joy
Is the earth's resolution
A knife thrown to the bottomless well
Rots there forever
sobota, 26 marca 2016
song
if i wake from this dream
i will hang my soul to dry on the nearest growing tree
on the earth my naked feet
i'll step inside the room and ask my past if it was ever real
and when i die you shall not cry
because death is just like oceans kissing the morning sky
and you're there and we're here
i scream in the silence of the night so maybe you could here
and you're there and we're here
you screamed a thousand years ago so that we could be free
and this stone is like my brain
there's a secret line written on it by the fingers of your hand
and when i go i won't turn back
i'll fly like ashes in the wind or cinders in the beams of light
i will hang my soul to dry on the nearest growing tree
on the earth my naked feet
i'll step inside the room and ask my past if it was ever real
and when i die you shall not cry
because death is just like oceans kissing the morning sky
and you're there and we're here
i scream in the silence of the night so maybe you could here
and you're there and we're here
you screamed a thousand years ago so that we could be free
and this stone is like my brain
there's a secret line written on it by the fingers of your hand
and when i go i won't turn back
i'll fly like ashes in the wind or cinders in the beams of light
bye
It is not what it is
Nothing more than that
A solitary star
Burning like a candle
Behind an old ladies' window
Asked me
How is the city
Filled with laughter drums and masks
I answered her
You'd better continue
Trembling on the surface of the river
Because you cannot find
Nothing more than that
And it is so beautiful
She says
It is what is not
So I went and bought myself a beer
In order to transgress
The feeling of loneliness and loss
Because a man is only this and
Nothing more than that
And it is so beautiful
She says
It is what it is
So he starts to create
Gods and centuries
So he tries to achieve
The oceanic state
The petals of a dead rose
Nothing more than that
And it is so beautiful
She says
To be shining so alone on
The depth of the skies
Nothing more than that
A solitary star
Burning like a candle
Behind an old ladies' window
Asked me
How is the city
Filled with laughter drums and masks
I answered her
You'd better continue
Trembling on the surface of the river
Because you cannot find
Nothing more than that
And it is so beautiful
She says
It is what is not
So I went and bought myself a beer
In order to transgress
The feeling of loneliness and loss
Because a man is only this and
Nothing more than that
And it is so beautiful
She says
It is what it is
So he starts to create
Gods and centuries
So he tries to achieve
The oceanic state
The petals of a dead rose
Nothing more than that
And it is so beautiful
She says
To be shining so alone on
The depth of the skies
środa, 9 marca 2016
petals
Rzęsa to gąsienica
Przekształciła się w motyla
W jedno ulotne
Spojrzenie które
Wyfrunęło
O poranku
I osiadło
Na nieznanych
Górskich kwiatach
Chcę dotknąć to ustami
I ucałować jak prawdę
.........
This eyelash is a caterpillar
That transformed into a butterfly
Into a single
Transitory look
That flew away
At the break of dawn
And it settled down
On unknown
Mountain flowers
I want to touch it with my lips
And kiss it like truth
......
Your hair run
Like a herd of Wild horses
And cascades of leaves
On the plains of my Memory
There grows a tree
There sprouts your heartbeat
And my fingers touch
The Old man's dream
......
That night
When I went to sleep
Under her warmth
I was then multiplied
In the realm of imagination
I became colorful skies
And she a revolving sun
I became an insect
Laying his eggs under the willow
And my children were born
And fall on the earth
Like ripe lemons
That remind me me of that
Shining instants
Przekształciła się w motyla
W jedno ulotne
Spojrzenie które
Wyfrunęło
O poranku
I osiadło
Na nieznanych
Górskich kwiatach
Chcę dotknąć to ustami
I ucałować jak prawdę
.........
This eyelash is a caterpillar
That transformed into a butterfly
Into a single
Transitory look
That flew away
At the break of dawn
And it settled down
On unknown
Mountain flowers
I want to touch it with my lips
And kiss it like truth
......
Your hair run
Like a herd of Wild horses
And cascades of leaves
On the plains of my Memory
There grows a tree
There sprouts your heartbeat
And my fingers touch
The Old man's dream
......
That night
When I went to sleep
Under her warmth
I was then multiplied
In the realm of imagination
I became colorful skies
And she a revolving sun
I became an insect
Laying his eggs under the willow
And my children were born
And fall on the earth
Like ripe lemons
That remind me me of that
Shining instants
sobota, 6 lutego 2016
piosenka
chciałbym napisał wiersz o
czymś
lecz
wszystko jest nicością
a nicość jest ciemnością
a ciemność jest przyczyną
powstawania światła
a światło jest owocem
pracy bogów
a bóstwa są wynikiem
pracy ludzkich rąk
a ręce są narzędziem zbrodni
a zbrodnia jest niewłaściwym wyborem
a wybór jest wbiegnięciem w noc
a noc zwiastuje
nadejście świtu
a świt
nosi korale różowe
i bransolety porannej rosy
a rosa
jest łzami radości
a radość pochodzi
z miłości
a miłość pochodzi
z wolności
czymś
lecz
wszystko jest nicością
a nicość jest ciemnością
a ciemność jest przyczyną
powstawania światła
a światło jest owocem
pracy bogów
a bóstwa są wynikiem
pracy ludzkich rąk
a ręce są narzędziem zbrodni
a zbrodnia jest niewłaściwym wyborem
a wybór jest wbiegnięciem w noc
a noc zwiastuje
nadejście świtu
a świt
nosi korale różowe
i bransolety porannej rosy
a rosa
jest łzami radości
a radość pochodzi
z miłości
a miłość pochodzi
z wolności
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