otwieram puszkę piwa
słuchając słów
amerykańskiego poety
który twierdzi że
oślepiła go włócznia
białego światła
rzucona przez boga
zastanawiam się
nie wiem gdzie jest mój dom
w śpiewie ptaków
przelewającym się jak strumień
pomiędzy gałęziami akacji
w komnatach oceanu
głębokich
przyozdobionych srebrnymi zasłonami
przede mną rzędy milczących ksiąg
zagasła świeca
i szept nadciągającej nocy
w którą wstępuję
cichy i z pochyloną głową
jak do podziemnej komnaty
nazajutrz
feniks podnosi moje ciało
i odlatujemy w kierunku wschodzącego
słońca
aby ucałować dobrą jutrzenkę
zawsze gotową dzielić się swoją
mądrością
pij pij z tego kielicha
nie pozwól żeby się oddalał
piątek, 17 czerwca 2016
środa, 8 czerwca 2016
for martin sparrow
2016-05-15
06:15
Jak ważki nad stalowym mostem
Tak nasze słowa i spojrzenia krążą
Nad rantami puszek
Ręce drżą z zimna i ekscytacji
Jutro będziemy wstawać
Ze słońcem odległych wysp
Zatopionych na bezdrożach
Oceanu
Jak orle pióra na gałęziach drzew
I wszystko jest takie proste
Jak wielorybia pieśń
06:15
Jak ważki nad stalowym mostem
Tak nasze słowa i spojrzenia krążą
Nad rantami puszek
Ręce drżą z zimna i ekscytacji
Jutro będziemy wstawać
Ze słońcem odległych wysp
Zatopionych na bezdrożach
Oceanu
Jak orle pióra na gałęziach drzew
I wszystko jest takie proste
Jak wielorybia pieśń
wtorek, 3 maja 2016
stan spływającej kropli
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
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
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
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