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    SUMMONING COURAGE

     


    Now I shouldn't be a little afraid if I pluck up the courage and measure myself once. I stand on the two tongues of a scale; I wonder how much my crimes actually show? And was I the only one to make a mistake?! Among traitors and accomplices, who else could have stepped in the same place twice? In the wrong place, at the wrong time, he wandered like a crowd of toddlers. "I can already know for sure about the pain-wounds on my soul, which could have been wounded or even fatal."

    I have been able to guess and know for a long time how much of it is true, and how much is just a copied appearance. As many times as two words cowardly remained silent: Loyalty and Honor - I would even tattoo them on my forehead; I'd rather remain a coward - but he's capable of it. Festive, holy bacchanalia and carnival had all gone over my head, so I remained a Sisyphus-man, who tried and tried to create and create amidst heavy burdens.

    A hed...

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    GLOSSY IN SEMI DARKNESS

     

    You would most like to leave the city of Nineveh a long time ago; just admit it calmly! Many times you gave up on promising promises, because you thought you could still hope for a more livable way of life, an arranged comfort zone. The crammed, canned neurotoxins of everyday life spews out a stream of battered people, sometimes a few drunken jerks who just live in the big world, while the low-income earners pay hefty social annuities.

    You are clutching rusty keys in your hands on purpose - it could be - it could be the only key to your livable salvation. The fear of impermanence hitting you in the throat many times - don't deny it - has surrounded you enough times, especially if you don't always know the right answers. Between humans and caterpillars, counter-selection is quite likely, so you prefer to deliberately avoid the conflict that promises to be permanent. The key to equal distribution is grouped in wolf laws: Eye for eye! Harmony was no l...

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    SURE


      
    Nothing surprises me anymore! I listen behind the doors of the world to the wail of teddy boy voices 24 hours a day, but I only store my cherished, cherished rage to erupt again like a volcano. How did we get here?

    Is there no other way to defend yourself than a proud and indifferent audience?! For now there are smiling idiots, who easily laugh at the faculty of reasoning, whose chief occupation is to nod like chattering lambs, like those cheap and cheap Johns, — or whisper half-truths in each other's ears, till the part becomes mere truth; to cause cultural brain blindness with general obscurity and fogging, with less and less use of the gears of the brain!

    Indeed, this is the real bitter truth! Nothing surprises me anymore! Nor that, in fact, selfless and perhaps willing help, due to the cunning of some, is forced to wander in the trenches of deepening chasms, and those who want to bind up everything, heal the wounds of the...

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    Researched deeply


      
    I looked into myself as an orphan for many years, walking through my glowing lava depths. I stared at the secret, the densely saturated motivations of my heated, imaginative adolescent self with wide-eyed eyes. I tried to appreciate a giving, purely honest spawned halo light in the dear Angel who saw! If the confidential loyalty came, how I listened to his duplicated, personal secrets, the sins of other people's real and perceived frailties with the victim of a fairy hiding in his modesty.

    The killer-blade incision, believed to be ominous, gathered above my head, and yet my soul sent many tiny sparks of supplication into the darkened echo-fog of the expanding Cosmos. "Finally, even the esteemed trust of friends - as it was - began to waver and decline." My self - like a hedgehog - took spiky thistle-suba with the dawning days, when I was hurt, a stinging hurt, and then hesitatingly disappeared in uninhabited places, in the dreaded,...

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    TRAVEL GURU

    USA busway

    East Coast to West Coast

    Greyhound Bus vision

    Lots of scenery in reason

    It took four days

    Hour by Hour

    Time didn’t sour

    That is what I call a vacation getaway
    I reclined and was relaxed

    No stress nor perplexed

    Major cities and towns stopped along the way

    No carry nor care in being estray

    The hound bus with the scent for the open road

    It was the scenery through the picture windows that unfolded

    Hound bus headlights at night being the guide

    Ever so close to the destination ride

    The thought of “Get in touch with America up close”

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    THE SNAP STRING

     

    Almost October, rainy April. The rain is under the veil; he keeps kneading and washing his limbs. A procession of crouching, hunched people on the subway. A palpability of resigned indifference. Between gritted teeth, the supposed I-truth is heard less and less! A thousand scoundrels, if he spins ten thousand webs, but breaks like the thread. The duel of fists can never stop; senseless shackle-aggression recreates itself.

    Two pleasure-thirsty, exotic consumer ladies are standing on the street corner; their two ashy swan hands tremble from the cold; their carbuncle eyes reveal a whole World, while their cheap eyeshadow smudges. No alms, only cash if accepted. Dear Ladies! God bless you! The street flows with crowds of dirty, useless people buzzing; they would drive the daily hunger-like income, which is a real rarity, and only available to the stock market sharks and the Big Fish.

    Some lawyers glance at the deserted bus stop; it's a typical Pa...

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    ATTEMPTED BAKE

    Everything prepared the day before

    Reading a recipe book for sure

    The Flour, Butter and Sugar all added

    It’s not the Pillsbury Bake Off

    It was a need for dessert

    Bake on Bake on

    The oven is good and hot

    Soon a layer cake to eat, I hope

    Better have the Pepto Bismol ready

    Just a matter of wait and see

    Lord, please help me

    The Layer cake was done

    It was supposed to be a Layer Cake

    Heaven’s sake

    The cake turned into a flattened sink

    I must have used the Titanic Recipe Approach

    This cake came out as a joke

    I might cou...

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    SEESAW-DANCE

     

    The discarded, half-empty can of the old, pitiful World - you have to be careful! -, almost swallows him, the winds with knocked out teeth are chasing him, while in the totally closed virtual space, such wretched little people appear. On the dirty stone terrace of the city, more siserehad gangs are looting to their heart's content; The heavy trickery of the manipulations drags me along, if I let you. But many times I immersed myself in the full of secrets of the Spirit.

    Inside, a deliberately slowed-down compound of sensations thumps, bustles, and gives sage advice conceived as a devilish convulsion. The scars of his mark still itch and there is no safe ointment to find on them. The depth of sleeping senses is slowly awakening, which perhaps draws from hearsay, and that is why it is still unsuspected. The Soul should be peeled, like the skin of an onion, so that one can see more clearly, not just stupidly blindly. Surrealistic mole holes meow even in t...

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    DON'T BE OVERCONFIDENT

     

    I look in broken mirrors. Countless little worms from Alamus gather around me, hordes of wild beasts surround me; my existence is being robbed. It would be nice to take off like a foreign coat next to my ominous shadow the secret urge of Fate, which unexpectedly settled on my ruin days.

    I would carefully hide the thread of tragedies and despair through the buttonhole of what happened to me, and unfasten the iron balls of my burdened years from my limping leg. Agony is constantly throbbing in my sick heart. Worlds thought to be far away, tortured faces retreat into their molehills; man can fight with great distances even for centuries, he can fight alone without meaning.

    The past pulls you down like a benga-heavy anchor rope, because you are unable to part with your childhood, because it constantly reminds you of who you once were. Even the reefs of distances are often left behind in love, just as they are in feelings. The impossibility of goals s...

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    JUST WHY

    Many questions asked

    No Answer

    Just a pause

    Total silence

    Refusal

    Need to know

    Reason through circumstance

    Needless to say

    Avoidance all the way

    Why no answer?

    Have no thought

    Don’t know exactly in how to respond

    A situation

    No appreciation

    Serves as abbreviation

    Aftermath, no conversation

     

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