SINGLE DAY POSSIBLE SITUATION

Now I still try to faithfully and humanly practice the life-rhythm of the time of day in the silence that has been familiar for years; the world of disfavored things that often overwhelms the earpiece. In the thinking cerebral cortex, just like in acidic solutions, the photographic negative constantly circulates more than a million fragments of organically integrated memories of Existence, which have taken place and which may still take hold. 

An example of better times

The popular message of scowling backsliders and doubters does not expect thanks from anyone. Others easily devour the rotting waste of poor almsmen who are pushed, crouched down, while the shadows are already devouring themselves. - In damp darkness, one always thrives alone.

Many people say no to award-winning life offers with their heads down. Empathy retreats behind ramparts and disregarded tolerance. The pitiful attempt of new chances is bending, dormant. When everything seems to be collapsing, even certain danger retreats to the ranks on command.

WRITING AROUND

They don't want to understand; at best, they only feel the whining, chanting, aggressive undertones of the deliberately dumbed-down, stupid, propaganda speech; to the secret, Apocryphal slang language that infects the coordinate system of manipulable human brains. The formula - like almost everything else - is childishly simple: take, own, add nothing.

SLIM AMONG STRAIGHT SOULS

In this world, the sobering, lying and false admonitions of the human head are heard, behind the windows you can still clearly see the alley-smelling, rat-gnawed, urine-smelling city of Nineveh, in which - sooner or later - everyone cheats, deceives or manipulates others for a career, for five-minute fame, for good-sounding Júdás money, and the dog doesn't really care anymore that he leaves unwashable dirt stains on his own soul.

Racing without survival

Everything starts all over again! Either the domestic pensioner salary riots, which are kept fresh and fixed, explode or take an ill-advised, new direction, or things that would be totally unacceptable in a normal, nonsense-grotesque society continue to take place with foreign assistance. A sudden mind-numbing darkness flows everywhere, and even the harmful, melting tar syrup floods the overcharged, wandering heads, stuck on the polluted garbage heap of cultures!

AMATEUR, VILE FIGURE

A person's time can be marked by public, recycled, service numbers, but the actual working hours are less so. Do the actual numbers ask what his health condition was like, constantly suffering from immunodeficiency, constantly falling ill from one place to another throughout his life? Why did his pretty-exotic bride leave him? And is the so-called Why didn't even family relatives want to support, coddle, or help of their own accord?!

FAULTY UNABLE BALANCE

The arbitrary, benevolent lie is perhaps all self-explanatory if one opens not only the appropriate digital or audio-visual channels and stares in shock and shock at things that should never happen in the wider world. The imprecise ticking, intentionally falsified time calculation can only be felt viscerally, in our bones, painfully and painfully.

A prediction about myself

Even in the last hour, the beating pericardium rarely fades among layers of dust and ashes enclosed in urns. They will also voluntarily publish some of my pessimistic manuscripts as a hobby or for fun. Concise lines of verse wink, look at each other like accomplices.

One final day, when I am paying attention to something other than the haunting consciousness of Death, the Pisces will easily cut off my shipwrecked fate, and I have no doubt that the three goddesses of fate will be sad to the core, when instead of words of admonition and warning, melancholic drums beat...

A mild request

From the heavenly joys of women's faces, I would take a true pearl as a comforting gift. Still, it would be a great blessing if, instead of unnecessarily showering and demanding words, the interpretation was embedded in the ancestral speech of looks: How much do I love you?

The heavy weight of the leaden tests we experienced together would not weigh down or torment our faithful hearts, because it would be created and supplemented by the immortal flame of eternal and holy trust and agreement.

JUDGMENT OF THE SOUL

The spawned lotus flowers of the deep swim in the deliberately hidden forest of the Spirit, which is increasingly difficult to notice, especially for the uninitiated, foolish eyes. Giant garlands of light are woven on the heads of unsuspecting, money-hungry macaws as the sparkling true pearls of myriads of rich people. Now the handcuff-like annual ring is still rushing inward, which would still measure the infinite passing of Time, which many interpret only physically, since the so-called spiritual maturity also has its own set of rules.

FAKE-DISTORTED PROPERTIES

Is it the gene, or the compromising, manipulative consciousness that is ready to shape itself, that is ready to encourage the frail man to make the irrevocable decision that: survival is the only guarantee of existence, one way or the other?! They caw, like ravens, in their cynical single-mindedness, when tolerance and humility blow away everything. Rather, it is communal selfishness, which now quietly lurks in the hearts that have been sold.

HUMAN-STARS

You don't need to wait for a ready-made home juggler. From the light palm of hobby-critics, the award-winners made the old-fashioned liking-selfishness - if they don't even know what it means - innovation, development, as an avant-garde performance.

INNER SOUL-TENSION

Like encrypted spies of the Executioner-Times, the eye sockets of your life now stare into the gaping, indifferent nothingness; they would try to decipher the series of daily Apocrypha-encrypted riddles, which the rags-to-riches life - like everyone else - inflicted on man. A deep silence lurks in you, the kind of childish, anguished abandonment that can only be alleviated by the vision of the idyllic Beloved, if he even remembers you at all, although you can believe less and less that all your aborted, mad ax attempts give rise to futility.

LONGING FOR SHELTER

Be careful my friend! No humiliation at all! Don't even think of showing yourself as vulnerable, vulnerable, childishly naive, a capricious-hesitant clown, as someone who deliberately plays a role to cover up, hide your truer self, like the intentionally split onion skin layers from your soul. You can be a grown-up person - these days -, but you can only rarely be, but you also feel that inside you carry and cherish secret grimacing laughs that allow you to remain yourself, even if the compromising, rude World outside takes a vast, 360-degree turn every day. .

CONVOLUTED REFERENCE POINT

It is unnecessary to take back the polite right of self-indulgence - he is afraid. In vain! Amaga reduced to cordivat is proper, good manners, etiquette. And although - supposedly - the code of conduct is still in full force in some places; if one catches a brainless wild fowl jerk for a change, it is better not to engage in intellectual and literary ramblings, but to simply move on with measured English.

It's like I've been shamed

Centrally specified regulated thoughts or ideas go to one. They walk their huge, bribed circles in the orbit of manipulable nervous systems, while looking for tangible evidence of the peace they have found.

Only the scrappy anti-mortgage of tooth and nail prosperity, survivability, at any cost matters to greedy career-seekers just as much as it does to raging stragglers. Our imaginary dreams are never followed by real action. The stress and risk factors of everyday life, which have become unbearable, hug each other. Even the dispassionate words promised and worn out together can no longer mean anything.

BEING, TIME, CURVE

Everything you know right now will all go up in smoke tomorrow, will be lost: the given faithful, honest words that we confess to each other's whispering ears, and later to our romantic hearts, the promise of an orphaned handshake asking for help, to which it would have been so nice to hold on, the unconditional, love that exists for its own sake - of course, if it still exists - and then everything that was once created or born and now has flown towards the Universe...

CONFLICT OF WEEKDAYS

Consciousness acts more and more by itself as if it were an automatic machine; will or humility is at best only in the books, if it exists. Cells, molecules, bodies are all part of this manipulative, thought-out diligence. Diligent squatting, crouching in the ancient way of diligent and careful crickets and ants, but why?! If it's not the joint expenses, bills, utilities, then the petty debts that have accumulated up until now are suffocating one's goals, desires, and childish-naive dreams.

Movable shells

Only the color and at most the shell, if you can see it. In the seed house, the black-brown seed is soaked and dried on the sand. He looks like an outsider wanderer, at the same time confiding in him, and at the same time even luring him in with an insidious desire.

DEFYING DISAPPOINTMENT

The silly days of senseless incoherence have long been upon us - he is afraid. The value of truths and lies is determined much more by influence and vulgar manipulations. The one-time, eternal, mischievous promise of lasting happiness probably only exists in the world of fairy tales.

IN THE PALMS OF UNINVITED SITUATIONS

The antique mahogany table, which most certainly cost a fortune, is getting beat more and more; they constantly show their snarling, cursing lion claws primarily to their employees at the bottom of the pyramid. Afraid: rebellious ingenuity - if it existed - can no longer help or protect the truth of any human being.

CAUTIONARY SPEECH

In the pregnant maelstrom of laboring Worlds, the shipwrecked Man stands hesitating, pondering within himself. Not only Executioner-Death, but the millstone tolerance of Existence descends as an ominous omen in the form of silent agreement. Questions and answers would sigh in jagged ears; I wonder what he should have done differently, in a different way, to be able to look into the depths of the curved mirrors a little more livably, more humanely, and to respect himself, that he stood up when he was pinned down quite a few times, kicked out, or just humiliated and he still remained a Human.

SIGN FRAGMENTS

I cannot exist visibly, present - only invisible. I do not bargain with those who serially break the established human laws. Rarely can I just feel that I can be a precious One among many.

RECURRENT EVENTS OF THE WORLD

They already say - not only the wiser ones - if they still exist here on this Earth, that we will surely fall a lot, my friends! Even Existence will become more and more expensive, and as soon as one or the other willful moles-mums are kicked out of good-sounding jobs, where it is exceptionally not necessary to work thirty-six hours straight, the state of permanent-total weightlessness will still be in half of our lives, if it happens.

ENDLESS SEARCH

"Just a few more months, then I'll leave the city and everything" - you answer when asked how you've been feeling in the past 5-10 years. It's as if they're staring at you suspiciously from the shelter of yawning window panes, and even now you don't know, why?! The smell of animals, like people, seems to get stronger in the evening, this alone makes me uneasy and in doubt.

A humiliating whisper

Those who have been honored to meet me so far will stay with me for a while. For a while, I still want to put a flower wreath in the waterfall hair cascade of real lady-angels. I carry with me my memories condemned to neglect at the age of forty, less than three years old.

My battered, eternal longing for a more honest, romantic world, which seems increasingly distant, can only be an idyllic fog on the wall of my thinking imagination.

THE ORY OF INTERCONNECTION

It is already a self-inflicted wound, which constantly exposes itself to new vulnerability, to the crossfire of humiliation and murder. Conscious, honest understanding, when connections and differences of opinion could also take place at the tables, as if they were completely excluded. Even a question mark wrapped in the fetal position after the real questions, to which it would still be appropriate to cough up answers through gritted teeth.

INTERSECTIONS OF OPPOSITES

A romantic, flirty moment caught; the visceral, honest expression of our emotions can seem like bragging and chasing, even in our own eyes. Part of everything is the so-called the internal process of self-exculpation, when we don't notice it anymore and we are immediately exposed. The Janus-masks will fall off once and for all, but only when we learn to truly and sincerely trust the other, because we know that the betrayal of our words, actions, and deeds will be the ordained origin and cause-and-effect relationship of unforgiveness.

END POINT VERDICTS

You were forced to live the life of ironers and leeches, and if you were forced to fail enough times like Sisyphus, you deliberately ran away from problems and troubles, because you knew for sure that sooner or later gigantic tests would overtake you; when the thief is mean, the brave is cowardly, or the beautiful virgin is dirty and provocative. It is more likely that your body is gnawing away at the smaller molecular cells of your body - prematurely -, while a small bacteria-worm from Alamusi is writing more than a million expensive prescriptions, saying: "Just take it calmly, see if it helps!"

Calling longing

Our love, which we believed to be immortal, as well as the unshakable summoning of loyalty, the metaphorical chain of relationships, was deliberately discouraged by this current grotesque age infected with material success.

Tolerating it - I have already experienced it - is only rarely possible, like the anxious Sisyphus who was often chased away. - I could have been a child in your arms again, who could not be disturbed or threatened by a vengeful Fate, or a petty individual interest, would not be called to you by an uncertain distance, a landless distance.

HESITANT STUMBLES

While life and level differences are already layered on the human soul; conscious construction also has its drawbacks. The verdict of an authenticated, deliberately falsified reality is almost unappealable. It is now less and less possible to extort the maintenance livelihood, as some stupid, forbidden-taboo hunger pang. Because the light of reason and free-thought quickly boils away even in meat pots; it burns, or, as they say, it sticks to it, like mud-jam.

EXPERIENCED DIFFERENCES

My friend! Maybe you're right! First, of course, you only account for the weight of your years as a prisoner, and only later the decades that have gradually, unexpectedly and suddenly been added to your being. Every time you laughed at the threateningly approaching Hangman's Death and tachycardia heart valve disorders, which sent emergency signals to the cogs of your body and then your brain, you were already like, why back down, when it wouldn't hurt to live Life to the fullest; at the dawn of our childhood, you taught me - just like you - to endure and wipe away my tears when an army of hurt and insults rushed at me, and I didn't understand why the weaker or smaller ones were hurt at all ages!

LOOP-NICKNAMING

I wonder when the invisible One will take the gracious fatigue to not only wave over my life, but to send someone as a truthful witness who rightfully protects, comforts, and uplifts.

Out there, one can always know that the unworthy Present is rushing over one's head. It's a ruthless game of chance, the media and social space are full of false promises. No wonder most of them have been brainwashed a long time ago. So far, people and history have rarely been able to learn from the praise of losers!

EXPERIENCED MEMORY-ALLEGRO FORTE

A harmonious, sheltering handshake from you; your visit is an unexpected holiday. It is an integral part of the secretly whispered, invisible dialogue between the two of us. A habit ready to be renewed. We search in our shared memories when we look at each other, and we feel that we belong together even without his unnecessary words, even if Life has taken you far away now. Absent Age-picture has already acquired all the yellowness, a black-and-white photo of a costume, when we were still mischievous, winking children and dared to trust in the promises of a nobler, more beautiful Future.

AGE DILEMMA

Nowhere was the deserved, desired Life, or dream, the romantic saint-being, which all of us who had been stuck in the fallow fields with tunya-indifference, longed for for so long. The past still croaks tiredly and lamely, like an old, rusty washing machine or a crow. An intoxicating, unwashable stain of dirt floats in the Present. This strange, eccentric intermediate state is difficult now; we can viscerally feel how the conceited-selfish, almost tyrannical shelter of pot-shadows and stigma-wounds grows every day.

BEING A PRISONER OF LOANS

It's a shame to wonder for a long time! We are produced like automatic puppets on an assembly line, who are sheepishly sheepish or nodding their heads. Just as many others, they would crouch down at the conclusion of the sure Beginning and End. Out there, they suck each other's nerves, guts, and blood like vampires in the making, becoming more and more determined - those who live so as not to hurt themselves will be hurt.

Unpopular private speech

Like a house of snails, I waited motionless for years... I would have waited for some heavenly sign, a cacifant message, a dance of melodies that could be understood in the soul, a phone call from the Beloved, when he had confessed: maybe even now his golden, dear heart loves me, but he doesn't have the courage to get out of a relationship doomed to loss. The cheese-colored arches of the chalk-legged moon paint amber lights on the walls of the room stuck in the evening.

A GLORIOUS CASE IS ABOUT TO

The dreams of newborns are shaken by a stroller on the cobblestones of the street. The star-mom, maybe in her thirties, with flaxen-blonde hair, hugs and tugs at a crying little girl, because they are late for kindergarten again; the road is stuttering too. Irregularity in human behavior will never be able to sway a person, even if it is so necessary and must in some places. It has nothing to do with the honest, instinctive maternal feelings that perhaps every woman should have.

Fate is enough

Those who remain forever alone, as a diligent and active news-teller into a landless past, may be half-way staring into their memories, as if what is and what could be are not possible, but reality, and they do not take daily voluntary exile so seriously.

Although happiness was left out of the man's life on purpose, the found Sweetheart still defiantly faces fate. Because Time chews and devours his internal organs more and more and curses his never-before-seen career.

discernment

His life: steaming like a swamp kneaded into a desert. His scars torn to the bone are almost always preserved for himself by the aging Time. The stealthily approaching crypt minute becomes a lonely, barren lunar landscape; he strips himself, humiliates himself in a thousand ways.

Schizophrenic mirrors stand in the throne room of his lake-wide dreams, while lost souls yawn among themselves. The haunting midnight watches the secret revelation even more vehemently, but it can be traced back to the scratched mask of Semmi's face. "If he even dares to dream, the cheater-leech living long does not remember, sooner or later he will forget everything."

Like someone caught in the act

From wall to wall you can already hear the morbid calvary of the heart turning inward. I silently listen to the silence inside, while my face is stained red by the gnawing shame that you. many people made promises, vows, but rarely, even one, could keep his word!

I should learn to believe in hypocrite miracles again. It seemed to lurk trembling through my tears: the alchemy of my wasted memories.

WITH SELFISH SELF-IRONY

A fickle gloom moves, half-way between the stones it stirs; even the complex sounds seem to want to flow apart, first only in your hands, later in the windings of your brain and in your thoughts. A bewitched shadow regularly disappears and then comes back into your life, and you still don't know; was it your fault when you confessed what your wounded heart is tormenting, just like a bewildered Romeo, or was he the one who betrayed your feelings, your unshakable faith in the immortal All?!

IMPATIENT TO SLIP INTO REALITY

I already feel the years of pregnancy on your shoulders as tortured. Why don't you let go of your eternity pain?! Why can't you once and for all shake off the leaden, shipwrecked chains that tear your heart and soul from your shackled spiral body?!

Like someone caught in the act

From wall to wall you can already hear the morbid calvary of the heart turning inward. I silently listen to the silence inside, while my face is stained red by the gnawing shame that you. many people made promises, vows, but rarely, even one, could keep his word!

I should learn to believe in hypocrite miracles again. It seemed to lurk trembling through my tears: the alchemy of my wasted memories.

AFTER BREAKS

I constantly force myself into a lively, self-deprecating debate. The false-lying, tinsel carnival of weekdays really surprised me; isolated in feverish spaces, melancholic, wandering like an occasional Yorick fool, I believed many, many things, and the most important thing: Man can still be repaired!

ANALYSIS OF SOME THINGS

In this crazy One World, thoughts are already shallow and ulcerated; meaningless gestures, moments, promises, low speeches, sermons are lost in the fog of permanent insignificance, just like balloons that are punctured on purpose. In a strange way, the misunderstood Gogoli soul seems to be boiling here as well, which the Hamlet-faced people were once able to wear under our skin like a worn cloak.

An emotional poem

Insidious make-up can usually remain with them, as well as unwashable makeup. Diagonal shines in the lake of a pair of greedy, longing eyes. Who knows who you mean?

Contours of rainbow shapes cherishing in bays splashing in light. They share and call at the same time. The balance of instincts seems to expand in them. – The uncontrollable Present is getting blurred with the longing images of lived memories.

LIGHTNING VISIT AT THE OLD SCHOOL

I'm walking down that particular confusing street again. I wish I could do it, so that I could intentionally avoid the building, which knows so much about me that it can almost see into my kidneys. My belonging memories from the miserable past still call to me; every cursed start of school in the fall makes me cry. The headmaster tried to give hair-splitting, iron-hatted conservatism to every student - literally - he retired a long time ago.

AUTUMN ALLEGRO

Now come the haunted mists of worry; furrow-Time carves trenches on their crypt-faces; in the morning wind, elves and tiny jinn watch each other's small movements. Their holy fall from existence hardly lasts. The cobwebbed wrinkles of Autumn dance around, like Midas-leaves of rye, the small tremors of deprived Life; our happy-sad feelings are now played on broken guitar strings. - Now the season is making an unknown Procrostes bed for many.

BIOGRAPHY REPORT

Every remaining fragmentary thread - even if there was one - leads to permanent, deficit-filling despair; out there, the sinking islands of Atlantis emerge here and there from under the surging, unquestioning, ruminating waters. Even so, the false, often compromising arguments wither away the tyrannical rebellions of the spell of the Executioner-Times. Because even today, slovenly, no-man's house masonry walls prevent the diligent work of an ant, and the budding false modesty also sprouts seeds sooner; butt-heads crown their sermons with thorns.