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    Author: Norbert Tasev

    I was born on November 30, 1983 in Budapest! I studied Hungarian history at ELTE-TFK, BTK; history teacher. I'm editing ebooks! So far, I have published my volumes on Publió and Publishdrive as part of an author's book publishing!



    Poetry

    THE TEMPTATION OF BEING

     


    Three in the morning; you just get up and stand there in the milky – white Dawn anxiety, and always that slow glow, that delusion that flows into the folds at three in the morning, lately you always feel on your face the otherworldly blue of the toilet, spaces splitting in the heart-there is no excuse for life, you say, just thrown there, it is also casual work, you wave, hope: as you imagine I'm going through a corpse stain of memories.

    But somehow I can almost understand that you are always crammed with all the information in your head that the powers of the tabloid media, which are also manipulative, want to convey to me. The outside world has become too much. At such times, the living room will change, it will have an indescribable depth.

    Objects start to mean something different to themselves. As if you had good old acquaintances, friends; you wipe the dust under them daily, the foci of a bunch of baka flakes. And you wonde...

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    REMAINS OF WRECK

     

    Because it's easier to break away than to belong to the common stars, to find a home, a needle in a pile, a hand, it releases the bugs of your existence, and to enjoy the wine road and serenity. They may be seen elsewhere, only the human eye is mistaken. It is better to be desolate, uninhabited alone, otherwise anyone ostracizes or insults; The sign of the past is beating in my heart.

    I left this serious world, but like a cat on a tin can, I dragged all my important ulterior motives behind me. It rang out after me: "Now then I should also deal with my selfish prosperity!" Renunciation is also a bit anti-death. A golden key that opens the shop door to the afterlife.

    Honestly, I guessed that the difference between hunch and knowledge is the size of a canyon? According to the leading sociographic bodies, humanity, at least the segment of it that is willing, able and able to deal with such questions, is recently preparing to transition ...

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    Deluded happiness


      
    I have played the happy contentment, the playful, silent appearance so many times that I have become a liar and accomplice of myself. Now I could finally free myself from the tormented prison hell of forced robot actions in a dignified manner and I could live a little. Restless and nervous, I search, watch myself and ask aloud: What else is missing?! I wonder where the exhausted, writhing lack can lead to and where?

    Is there something missing from me or the total, absurd world?! Why not a dream job that promises to be promising, or a small, tiny allowance? "I'm already in the position that everything has become tinsel and can be bribed." It's a caressing, puffing old lie and you're totally wondering if I fought and tried for my dreams - because you can't just pretend or feel the deceived happiness!

    And while I played the honest - true consolation in place of others in many forms - I necessarily forgot about my...

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    HIDE AND SEEK CONFRONTATION


      
    I really miss the whole security of the honest friendship of the same age. The sheltering, twilight-rich refuge of romance, the choreography and grace of movements and the uncertain awareness: Who can remain faithfully by my side in the early twilight of my life?!

    I know well now: how many hundreds of flowers drop their petals day by day; I gradually break down and renounce unattainable happiness. After all, even today, there is another fragment of Life just like that.

    Not a single recognizable look or charming movement goes by without insignificant trifles. I really miss the stubborn and single-minded bravery of the heart, the still chattering mouths are constantly suing and fighting.

    At any time, we can disappear as a paltry, meaningless figure, or as a wandering death: will there be someone left who will come with me?!

    The microcosm of minutes cries like true pearls in our eyes - I've made many people cry alr...

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    STATES OF DIZZY ECSTASY

     

    Like a rooted suspicion, I live among dead basements, shadows, superficial mortals, as if the silence is timeless...And always there and in a way where there is never a bridge, land, or island. With Aras, only bumpy roads, missing keys, over the burning signs of locked gates...

    Life learned its lesson well: I thought I was a happy beginner for years - even a few months ago! - and now suddenly an unnameable dizziness pushes me into an undesired attitude. Who else, where else could I turn to who would selflessly help me through my troubles and troubles?!

    They pushed my nose into my flimsy years gathered under me. They told me openly, so I don't get it wrong: I was in the wrong place. I'm no longer a beginner, but I don't have the knowledge to sniff out evil, like a sharp-smelling hound. In fact. But it's better to see: my reserved place among the progressives is already filled. My time limit has expired, I arrived late from watching...

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    ROW WALL OF SEERS


      
    I should be anonymous among the rows of spectators. Can there still be a faithful friend, a loving Dear, who faithfully accompanies me along my bumpy bumpy road? My shipwrecked life, playing Russian roulette over a shaky precipice, finally reveals and gives itself completely.

    I now balance like ominous times of the day - fistfuls of teardrop bitterness in the grip of an invisible palm. Blinking servant-shelter - not so much - never comforted, could send light.

    I would need new Suspension Bridges of Being so that I can hold on purposefully even alone. I've been pushed onto blind tracks many times on purpose. This unworthy, weedy, stunted Age has learned neither empathy nor human attitude without me!

    Time, like a comical patron, urges us to do something, to act, always seemingly without a response. Here, the commissar's authority is always the hair-czar, and the scientists or the well-intentioned leaders no longer speak...

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    BETWEEN YET AND YET


      
    An invisible chain is hanging over me. One eye is to be afraid, while the other is to beware. Net channels that cherish deceptive career dreams can pull the luring honey string at any time, even under the noses of others. The earthly, much-deprived, eye-protecting stigma is worth more when you can see real tears than the laughter bubbling up with fake-Maier smiles on grinning baby cheeks.

    I am like a fat spindle; I bind my shipwrecked past, my wasteful memories of desire with unbreakable Ariadne threads. I whisper into whispering ears the pillars of my honesty, the pillars of my frail life. Anyone who sold himself a long time ago and now expects profit and recognition at any price stares and stalks down here with wolf eyes.

    It is known: he remains underground, without a dream career, he can hit his ankle by the careless researcher he stumbled into. A complex pyramid of corruptible faces stares at us usurper; as if the fallible, man-mad...

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    Captivated by unknowable possibilities


      
    Halfway between the unrecognized possibilities: stretched out in space and time, gilding careers, greedily demanding, violent movements, false-handed, hypocritical idolaters rule.

    Everyone here is both statuesque and brainwashed idiots. They smile and grin into the big world that says nothing, because they can imagine that knowledge and profit can be reached and bought at any time.

    It would be in vain to move bravely, recklessly as a news-teller, or a free-thinker, if he remained alone from the beginning, because he chose the persistent, stubborn solitude.

    This current decade has been rolling along for a long time. If there is one, nowadays everyone is taking risks or just gambling with their life in a cesspool.

    We stand facing each other in silence. Friend or foe, it goes on and on. Disillusioned hopes and promises exchange fake messages with each other. In the whirlwind of Time, everyone was reduced to pitiful wax...

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    DIRECT DAMAGE

     

    Tonight, Being gave birth to a double rainbow. While I ponder in the rocking silence, the Light is slowly fading away. Out there, what kind of joke Rodosto has the World created?! below, the peace of the night will be dense with colostrum above the rooftops, meanwhile, stirring cohesion and ethics into a philosophical question of existence, squeezed together in a strange flock. After all, everyone knows by now that the Empire is rotting, disintegrating, and soon it will disappear for good...

    Philosophy didn't help today either. Hide in the walls and wallpaper of your room. "I'm beautiful, I'm strong!" Repeat it, repeat it a hundred times a day. Maybe you yourself will believe the deaf, mind-numbing mantra and finally calm down.

    Get out of here like a fugitive. Talk to mirrors, your face will forever tremble like a wretched torso. The TV plays brainwashed propaganda, a virus paralyzes your brain, your laptop. A person who is ...

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    A WITNESS TO HUMANITY

    A witness to humanity
      
    ...Because now I am tormented and hurt by the One-World, which, with an increasingly evil desire, like a thorny plague, is secretly setting up obstacles against me. Both trust and the moral order are crumbling; brother-sister steals away, wolf greedily snatches away. Where would we go next? How did we get to this point and what will be the end of this?!

    I can't close my watchful eye, which wants to testify, but there is an ugly hive of noise here now: smiling idiots arise daily out of nowhere for five minutes of fame. And what kind of human dignity can command and bring a redeeming order here? Reason and thought remain with firefly fragments only in more human brains, if it still shines. The essence of the contexts of great teaching sermons is usually lost, and the textbooks are usually filled with out-of-date falsified ideologies.

    Because all that is human and noble is born in the heart alone. Is it any wonder...

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    IMMERSIVE MUSINGS


      
    It would be nice to have more learned well-heads, gentlemen who give advice, and ladies who know their manners, if in this present age there was not a tohonya-indifference and unlivable hunger pangs: which, instead of merit and sympathy, settles for cheap humanity and enlightening thoughts.

    Those who are completely satisfied with the happiness they can find are fragile and more vulnerable, and instead of the cheap fake shop window of merits, they long for real relationships: Everything that can be understood with common sense and human reason is appropriate according to propriety and good manners!

    Because the path of this current worldly Self is now largely controlled by jerky stupidity, smiling idiocy, as well as separatist rudeness, and it is constantly tossed between mindless barbarism, and if it comes up with innovative ideas, it immediately accepts them and submits to the hypocritical rules that can be bribed!

    Now everyo...

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    CURSE OF SOCIAL INFUSION

     

    Then why did we have to go down there in the dark and damp, our nerves were strained to the point of bursting, "Now run!" - he suddenly contradicted me. At dawn, the darkness was already broken by the first lights. Now it has simply become such a day that I don't know which way is east. and I don't know what hit me in my life when I realized how big the maggots are! Now I simply don't know what the light is on and I wonder why I'm wandering like a restless Odysseus?! The elevator is falling and with each floor I can smell the raw mud more and more now everything is simply complicated.

    It grows imperceptibly in a person, just as the pathological tumors grew in me, the hidden desire that suddenly erases the distances. What is the use of knowing that all Evil is from the beginning? What is the use of knowing that they carry the end of time in vain? Man's impatience eats up all Time. Like the reflection of a homeless person in the...

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    CONCRETED ACCESS

     

    From time to time, I am surrounded by unfinished sentences that you tend to attribute to heroes of novels that have disappeared. As life is somewhat outside of time, anything is possible, and we will definitely wander into a special landscape where we can prepare an improved edition of our being; the insidious wrinkles of stress problems are smoothed out and we can fill the cracks of Time with foolish dreams without remorse.

    Maybe we don't get lost in the mysterious system of signs. Having crossed the fine line of silence, we can say anything, our words will not be swallowed by the deliberately brainwashed propaganda, the five-minute charm of minute-man blue, a few lousy seventy-something posers. Looking for points of connection, we wander among the shapes of the fine but beautiful network that is worth interpreting, because we can feel that we have made the right decisions.

    He would surprise those in front of him with sudden Indian runs and ...

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    BREAKING UP CURRENT DETAILS

     

    Sometimes the great goodness of the heart,other times the animal instincts,now life is like an age-old sediment,the dirt is freezing deeper and deeper in it.Everything from scrap, materials brought from here and there.

    All that unnecessary er?feszítés.Az it was still a terrestrial antenna, but we never managed to catch the more real texts behind the puffed-up propaganda!As in a production operetta,but only adults can understand,

    On the uninhabited islands, there really are only Stroman Hussars, and those who serve them, all the rest of the sham-bellied, squeaky-bellied Ant spawn.because there is a great temptation to abusewith him, who are looking for an easy life, although they themselves,as it turns out, are victims.

    You can start with flies crawling around in a world without humans.above the city, the phrases died out.He counted the way the clown in the Mane set the sooty rings. that at the top of the food chain,there a...

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    CURRENT, REBELLION SPIRIT

     

    It could easily have been a holy and inviolable loneliness that accompanies you even beyond the otherworldly grave. It could have been a happy and contented holiday in the dregs of my day-glory, which does not need to be reciprocated. The answer to flirtatious glances could have been romance, childish playful hesitance. Rather than the public humiliation of crocodile tears, it's more of a baby-sucking, gentle taunting. It could have been thirst-quenching longing kisses in the pitch-black, when everything else is sleeping in silence, a secret, fearfully guarded angel caress between tender ashen petals.

    It could have been a decent, simple real family and a home where it is always good to return to, to find an understanding and caring shelter. It could have been a superstitious twist, in which body to body through chemistry and desires leads to the united Allness of souls. It could have been a defenseless, flickering, tiny flame or a fiery eruption of lav...

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    DOUBTS AND DEFICIENCIES


     
    Now he who sees dimly,
    or it's just trendy blind and can't exist
    neither an acquaintance nor a partner
    it is necessary and necessary to accompany him to the other side,
    where mazes of insidious heart rhythms lurk,
    and gangs of bald-headed skeanheads riot,
    and you don't know when the free robberies are
    the end of its universal era,
    while grumbling Harley Davidsons
    they purr like big cats
    with asphalt cutting trample wheels.

    Now he who looks dimly,
    or just deliberately trendy fads
    he sacrifices, he does not see his life and a new one for what it is.
    You can no longer see the selfless,
    helpful intention, nor one's own
    debt on the street or elsewhere.
    It has not been naturalized either
    empathy tolerance,
    neither is the elementary level
    golden rule of friendships.

    Everything is sneaky or sneaky
    ...

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    ONE FOR SOMEONE


      
    It's no use rejecting you now, or you're deceitfully denying yourself. I am still bound by human soul contracts, and because of you I will go and stand, if necessary, as a steadfast” role " in this great human conflict.

    Not evading or avoiding her as a friendly, chubby Scarecrow scaring black ravens Princes half-bolder – but still more conciliatory. I don't look upon you as a bribed celebrity, but as a faiently blessed lady among men who could hear the alms calvaries of my wounded soul.

    I know I've been a pathetic guy for a long time, poor little one who comes to you for help as a fan who peeps around looking only at you. Accompany me with your understanding, analytical humanity. Be my guiding guide-companion in my hellish present, where the law of an assassin is plagued.

    Now I know that the bottomless depths of many disappointments are despicable and infested with anger and sadness, perhaps, ...

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    VARIABLE NOTE


      
    In the depths of my soul, I am trapped in a well. I can feel that different winds are blowing now than in the past. I quickly waver according to my tendencies: when I am gripped by an inferiority complex, or just a persistent pang of panic.

    My complex mind and soul are burdened by many painful and useless thoughts, and my time is purposefully rushing and betraying me. In the past, they were thrown into hell for many, many bitterly painful decades. My voice - if there was one - is now deliberately not heard, or has been silenced. Immeasurable and inexplicable is the sure feeling of spleen and stomach, where my wandering existence returns again and again to recharge, to find new tried-and-tested paths.

    The future became a painted, leech-faced scumbag, pushed as prey - many times I also thought: I had already fallen out of all the remaining basket of abundance that once belonged to me. Why can't there be a true, loyal friend, family, ...

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    TORZO BEHIND YOUR FACE


      
    Maybe you just wanted to be a sure-loving Dear, in whose lap you can still lower your tired head, children playing happily, who are either exalted to the heavens, praised, or just cursed by your name and peculiarities.

    This beautiful Kort, without cat-and-mouse mortal quarrels, when everything is noticeably connected to everything and two loving hearts finally find their way into each other.

    Only this loan kiss, loan romance, which is merely enough to repay with poems and a set of compliments. You didn't even want to think about anything else; the rye count of the Autumn accountant melts into one with the honey drops of the champagne, which started to spawn.

    And that you’ve always borrowed Being a bit as a gift.

    Maybe that's all you wanted. And then, with solemn humility, you would have stepped out of history early in the age of fifty at the age of one, which could not have skimped you with unworthy, h...

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    WILLFUL BLINDNESS

    We need to squeeze the gauntlet of grim, rattling bravery. All of us, like blind people with blinders, are deliberately stuck in the gaping gloom.

    At the dawn of the days of wink, who would work, he could not be unlucky – God-given he could not reach the meager living for hunger wages. Groping, groping roots, Downworlders. Every small, revealing gesture is tiring on us.

    It is also a community called civilized. Our life, if in the air of uncertainty stagnate in the swamp of indifference, we hang as unworthy victims in silence until the next targeted relief.

    Yet among the hidden career aspirations, hidden Doxy-romances we can feel our flourishing prosperity-Ariadne's thread is prepared for us by the pounding beats of our hesitant hearts.

    The greed for money demands our clairvoyance ever and ever more violently. We could dream an American dream, if we could have the desired, pink syrupy, temporary dreams, we'd rather not have one mo...

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    CELL-CUTTING

     


    Because if only the treacherous eye was watching, the body still remained naked. If you are willing to notice the millions of tiny wandering spherical drops of mucus buzzing in the nervous system of the air, the harmonious balance of the soul also counts. Accompanied by instincts and the Universe, they click and rotate like magnetic gears in the moment of total annihilation. In the beneficial turbulence of the cells, as if in a strange hell, the self-explanatory ecstasy of pleasure derails in parallel screams: it burns beneficially to the thought of I love you and love.

    Newborn annihilations migrate beneficially from one molecule to another. Unexpected cause and effect strikes everyone at the same time. The forks and twigs of the clavicles stick out like a superstition, before they would grab hold like soft hooks in the tender flesh of the other body. - Through long, rich, vibrating eyelashes, she faithfully sweeps away the musty-smelling leaves of...

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    Variations


      
    Now I have a responsible duty on my shoulders as a pleasant burden, and therefore I know: it would still be good to live and hope! No one answers my questions with lost deaf-supplicants, while the unruly present embraces me with its stifling ferocious tentacles, and ordinary horrors erupt against me; I would be paralysed by contemptuous trifles. My future knew,much-on its March, I stand alone, vulnerable!

    With sleepless, Crow's-foot-hardened, glassy Mela-eyes, I stare into a deliberately deafened mosquito-stung night: help, compassion, pity will only work if someone with giving, Holy love takes my sweaty two hands with compassion. - Like a ruthless swamp swamp, surrounded by a brainwashed existence turned upside down, it won't let go!

    Pitfalls, pitiful tail traps hidden in the depths of the scheming, sneaky-eyes – they strive for my merely remaining, settled life incessantly: who else with angelic devotion can extend his ...

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    Disheveled pondering


      
    You stand on the edge of your pathetic life for a moment before you are finally embraced by the death-whispering lap of the gaping, underworld abyss. When you are still yourself, you may be able to enter the resinous, incense-filled silence to listen to the beating of your increasingly hard-served heart. Feel free to look at the gaudy path you took to get here.

    Human crypts-sad faces-in many cases-seem like strangers already so close to the chasing hatred; they become strangers where you once stopped in yourself and hoped you might have a new chance! Do not wear off your stubborn-thorn temper protecting yourself unnecessarily, if confessing stars can only Twinkle the handshakes of friends will dwindle more and more quickly.

    As a bulwark, you still guard your broken soul, but what will remain if you no longer listen to the signals of the sending world?! – Stop, if you want, on the edge of your life, if you feel that the decisive m...

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    BY THE TIME YOU GET OLD


      
    By the time your ashen, peony-skin becomes wrinkled, the misery of your fertile lap has been ravaged by the cobwebs, you will know: you too were created from fallible Endidu material, and your exotic body can only be held together by the fear between action and will!

    By which time you will wake up three times in the gloomy full moon of nights, because early on you will also be addressed by the compelling need, where the disguised, cosmeticized old age has been forced into the toilet bowl: you will find yourself in a hesitant, thieving torpor. When you will be forced to walk with your third helping leg, like Oedipus-asked revelation, know: the benevolent holy fetters of law and moral order have been deprived of you in modern times, when your humanity was laughed at with your swan-like gesture: leder joy girls-teenagers, 70-year-old bachelors.

    When the agony and bone-crunching pain of martyrdom approaches you with hip surgery, you will l...

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    Hidden confrontation


      
    I miss the whole of the same-age, honest-to-the-truth friendship security. The protective, Twilight-rich Mendes of romanticism, the choreographic grace of movements, and the uncertain consciousness: who in the twilight of my life can remain faithful to me?!

    I know now well: day by day, as hundreds of flowers drop their petals, I gradually break down and give up the happiness that cannot be won. After all, even today there may be another fragment of life.

    Without insignificant trifles, not a single petnable look or silly charming gesture will pass. I am sorely lacking the obstinate and simple-minded courage of the heart, still chirping mouths constantly suing and fighting.

    We can disappear at any time as a vile, meaningless figure, or as a floundering death: then can there also be someone who will come with me?!

    The micro-cosmos of minutes weeps like pearls in our eyes – I have wept many already and I can't...

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    SENSITIVITY

     

    My anxious fears surround me! Nights pushed aside for clamorous days are flirtatious! Irritating cursed yelling sounds destroy empathy, spiritual harmony that can be built on! Hurricane waves are fueled by unnecessary human emotions among themselves! I wonder if I can still hear the whispering of the angel under the heart of my Beloved?

    The cherishing wings of angels rarely save me from my current Apocalyptic state! The unruly Heart grinds time in its own heart! "The gates of the lips of all things are not sure to open amid the hesitant tremors of festive silence!" It would be even better if the immortal glint of superstitious eyes could compose pounding wave sounds!

    The light galaxy of hopeless romantics can bleed through the veil of sunsets tempered in crimson! The constantly changing human spirit can only be stimulated by someone else; in my disgraced solitude I am perfectly defenseless! Because I should have understood the rules of ...

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    HIDDEN NOTE

     

    Dusk gloom lingers in the extinguished outer spaces! Inner soul - the Sleeper fantasizes about dreams a lot! The cross-section of the objects can still be felt and they are constantly speaking to you if you listen to them! In a torn apart existence, he stops and looks around meditatively with a completely empty gaze, and the "how to continue?" - just guessing at a question, if you can answer! The fear that can be extended to the universal petrifies even in the scattered movements! The space wind blows the persecuted innocents in the face every day, who have still learned to respect Man!

    We can be close to ourselves and far from ourselves at the same time; timeless prejudice blazes forth from every hostile gaze! In ourselves, half-hearted, alarmed child whispers to the Past; the pain of the world screams in the Nothing ready to be destroyed! And the moment of Finality is getting closer! Hidden in the rocky lair of homes - a welcoming yet conscious...

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    NO LONGER LIFE

    It's no longer a self-sufficient, magical fad. Fate cut into the uneven, wide space undrawn. Start and End are two well-thought-out symbiosis platforms. Body and shape are already a prisoner of cheap, small style. I should see you even if I continue. In the pitiful crumbs of visions, I cannot exist only alone, only in a couple.

    As a shapeshifter, it is always only in the curvature of an opposite side, on the crystal field of mirrors. I would prefer to exchange life, legend, fairy&nb...

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    STOLEN YOUTH

     


    It's closed around you and you never ask whose son-calf the Circle was! There's probably no way out. You could escape, though, if you really wanted to, into a loving mother's lap, until the fog in your heart tightens. Fate leads us along its winding dangerous paths: what can bring us to the ground beyond death-loss, and what can lift us to the stars?

    You do not want to see-notice Theiresias-with eyes in front of you the world is already drowned in infectious filth. Looking forward to your final day?! And where the unworthy destruction had developed, your cowardly flight came in order, because you kept your moral standing still within you. - Where are the blazing, bright fires of joy that once shone the tangled lines of your clown face curled to tears?

    Now only your pitiful, helpless bitterness pours into the world of which you are a part! Your anxiety – don't pretend who can notice it? It creeps into you more and mor...

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    VARIATIONS

     

    Now I have a responsible duty on my shoulders as a pleasant burden, and therefore I know: it would still be good to live and hope! No one answers my questions with lost deaf-supplicants, while the unruly present embraces me with its stifling ferocious tentacles, and ordinary horrors erupt against me; I would be paralysed by contemptuous trifles. My future knew,much-on its March, I stand alone, vulnerable!

    With sleepless, Crow's-foot-hardened, glassy Mela-eyes, I stare into a deliberately deafened mosquito-stung night: help, compassion, pity will only work if someone with giving, Holy love takes my sweaty two hands with compassion. - Like a ruthless swamp swamp, surrounded by a brainwashed existence turned upside down, it won't let go!

    Pitfalls, pitiful tail traps hidden in the depths of the scheming, sneaky-eyes – they strive for my merely remaining, settled life incessantly: who else with angelic devotion can extend his hand to me ...

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    BEING IS IN FLUTTER

     

    The throbbing, mucus-pain creeps in alive, the nerve the size of a rabbit's tail hisses from it; a cold settles under your sweaty clothes in the bitter winter cold. It's creeping up on you, like a molecular army of ferocious bacilli sneaking up on you, surreptitiously going to war - that's fine!

    Only medicines can open the prison cell door of your body again! You can stare at Bamba like a foolish sheep because of your failed failures: what could finally have given birth to grumpy-headed Time's little kings, little gods in skirts?! Now you should marinate it according to the recipe, like smoked ham in the torture chamber, because you are forced to fight an unnecessary battle with your organs! As a diligent judge, you will now be able to examine your own conscience with interest: why did you have to be a bachelor so many times out of virtue, when you knew it yourself; wasn't the unattainable profit-wages made for you?!

    Now the i...

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    It Was Uninhabitable-There Is

     

    Looking into the pit-well of your conscience, you can see exactly the dark pits of your thirst! Stars above his shop with Silver writes hopes with you in the light! You should boldly rely on your instincts for a network of secret intuition that always tells you the truth and accepts the truth! From the self-circle of the body a timid one breaks out, and in the heart-petal of his cages the melee soul-bell rings forever! The veil of distance falls when the gestures of the faces close – if words and promises become false, you can easily fall out of yourself!

    Merciless time throws you into the depths to make you more courageous! And you still don't know who will be behind you-who will be waiting for you?! - Even the fertile silence confuses you with silence; with its content the hidden values within you are invigorated in thought, but it also surrounds you, Moon-barking nights lulling their stars of hope-we escape by ourselves when all our paths have...

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    Checkmate

     

    People are slowly sneaking past me! Like Sneaky sneezers hatched from the underworld who have sins; they always fall by themselves like mirror drops of tumbling light!

    It's like sticky cell plasma! I watch in myself the worn-out, useless heartbeats; discipline struggles with distance and Daily presents me with new tasks! Between the hurricane waves of sounds, The worked-out minutes are blurred! Deceitful hands of liars blow up more possibilities!

    Phlegmatic indifference prevails even in the more vigilant spirit, because my intellect wins the trendy jerk; all self-knowledge can disappear if the personality cannot feed its own thoughts! There is little self-criticism in the mask of plastered larval faces, defeated will wriggle like an apostate on a street corner! - Many people are on a path of self-destruction while a sure career is also a happy one! White-spongy desert a vision riddled with ecstasy of an empty brain! The Seeing Eye is also the...

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    SATIRE

     

    The exotic beauties of the schools are also grouped into selfish, petty sects! How many people have called themselves prostitutes?! He wandered around the stilted corners of the streets, longing for true immortality! Frivolous Taverna pimps, with treacherous intentions, are collecting Judas-swaggers, who are going to make the industry sick, sooner or later they will vomit, and it will be too late for the salvageable! You can get slapped for a cheap one-night stand! They're talking back-to-back lapdogs, small-time House Angels! - Like a calculated lunatic crouching shadows, they turn into nothing but snitch dreams!

    He who does not follow the golden mean carries the shadow of swaying days! Divas ' sun-drenched faces flicker with light and spawn with botox-collagen; it can only be a meager consolation for the risks of survival at all times! Hordes of men throw sneaky handshakes and cheap promises with arrogant pride, and when the age of proof comes, t...

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    Approximate future

     

    It would be useless to dare to risk a shortened look; with a tragic spurt, we are already involved with our universal Europeanism in the pop culture cataclysms of idiocy! I see it every day with hypermodernity

    Cyber-tech with light, distributed solemnity will first lift you up and then strike down your brainwashed idiocy! They preach ever-evolving changes, even though they have no idea that human humanity can easily be lost! In less than five years, the money-fund offered is running out: no hospitals could be built, and they continue to cover their desolation with diseases desolating with murder!

    But let's all rejoice, one more Titian has been stolen from the taxes, and New megalomaniac constructions have begun! More inner self-sufficient freedom is already given to few! One can no longer dare to fight for subsistence, since many times pejva cannot be enough for utilities, but everyday sachet soups are served on festive tables alone! -We spen...

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    Empty proximity

     

    Is it possible that the magic of the present moment has finally disappeared? The defeated time still consumes itself in me with its burning flames: with its executioner's teeth it rips at its pleasure! Floating

    my ease has always been lacking to wander through the purgatory of trials! Can the world go through and sustain such a haphazard as myself?!My gaze strays toward deep-rooted friendships that can be rediscovered and preserved: on the waves of the throne-usurper, I am often faced with a fierce death, disembodied!

    Furious, growling, humming infarction and knocker Morse-eminent heart; itself would make a big donation ' and so on but it's all up to have pity them! Quietly, imperceptibly, perhaps in a few years I will get out of the rollercoaster spin of Damn squirrel wheels, and the receiving abyss-abyss may be forever-found my home! A restrained, tightened rage roars, a spark pukes and trembles between the pillow folds of my cheeks...

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    MIRACLE-MIMICRY IN THE HOPE OF LIFELESS LIVES

     

    In the wilderness of brainwashed end-beings, the manipulable man is rattling: there is no transition or connection between his ever-diminutive, pathetic goal. He lies and swears with the slaves of the condemned, because he is attracted by the unattainable reality, the false appearance. At work, he sweats blood more and more, hunches over his desk, and while overbearing bosses and principals hold a siesta at lunchtime to their liking, he is still dealing with administrative paper-smelling matters with a growling stomach. Why would he look after other people's interests? Desires?

    When he too is in the crosshairs of manipulable bribery?! At first it only lures in, later unscrupulous phlegmatic-mode easily tramples on those who are in the way of the donkey rank ladder. This is how man-animal rides forward! Anyway, he's looking for a promotion, a raise, a layoff, a layoff... They, too, are rather humbled, but he takes it on, because he even pitifully wa...

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    FACES'S VERSE

    Whom the world of secured Solitude has closed many times; spirit and rule of survival guide you! He is afraid of the dictionaries of Mysterious Faces, and trembles at familiar questions! Carefully trying to understand Man and Life! You can see flirting recognition in the eye sockets! Even try to spell out your Word magic on love-drunk lips! To perceive his soul's journey only by Revelations; escape between survival mazes!

    The pursuit of career success at all costs is flashing in your eyes! An explanation can also be found for actions that often lead to indecipherable suicide! An open petal-flower body language would fondly describe the interdependence of the Universe; among the mysteries of unspoken face games, only those who can see with the Heart can read!

    In this current upside-down, crazy Age, the wounded, inner vibrations of Man should be taken into account! To whom can the hidden book of faces be opened without superficiality - but with sincere faith?! ...

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    INTERACTION-GARLANG

     

    When Hangman Time opens over our lives; we raise our upturned palms to the sky! A wounded sunset flutters alive in our eyes! For the Great Crossing – perhaps – everything is already given only we are more hesitant and unprepared! We can also rush towards the liberated nothing with reservations only! - The accumulated waves of this existence are ready to clash over our heads again-all around there could hardly be a created soul left to hold on to with courage!

    There are still crypt days, when gaping chasms under our feet open their mouths with their half-hearted, pathetic will: "jump down!– - And we are only one-we are stuck in the place of death-frozen in silence, because the excited adrenaline is not enough in us for the action we have accomplished! The silent Infinity can only be felt by those who stand still in time and give a gritty, wolf-eyed answer to it!

    Their intentions are consciously hidden by these faces today:&n...

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    WHAT NEEDS TO BE SAID

     

    The free-thinking, proud-minded soul loses patience. He demands answers to his everyday scandal-ridden squabbles. With a shaken will, he would rather bury his head in the sand until he was dismissed from his job, trampled by the many vengeful, brainwashed whiners. He is not torn apart by greedy dishonor.

    They are no longer there, we simply have no reliable support. With an unwise, hesitant-Mela mood, we go round and round aimlessly…

    To see – if anything-we can hardly see. Our nerves and our thoughts are atrophied by the dread of an ambitious, ruthless career and money-centricity, and while everyone who was once an unknown moves away from new calamities, his beating step shape is absorbed by the syrupy, sticky blindness.

    There are some things that cannot be stopped, because the idiotic total-rudeness continues and eats up its unsuspecting members. It comes out breaking bones and permeates the shrunken brains that are Pongo i...

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    FATE-BEGININGS

    Getting to know ourselves is the real test. For who can know that the life of the end and the beginning of his whole existence is a living picture, if in reality he seeks the present. The uncertain future can find in him,his Here-Now."

    Living the full is almost impossible. In the complete absence-loneliness of the heart, it ripens in the sediment of fate tragedies, and final decisions: Why do we feel that while all the unexpected roads, rivers, and seas find their way home, the hesitant brood of man pursues his fate, dragging and dragging, as a kind of serious soul Odyssey, from which there may be no way out?!

    The beginning eventually converts to annihilating Nirvana-silence even without man. Though the one-face of our things is faceless in the same way as the present majority show themselves! His suffering-poison only creates another disembodied, indissoluble absence on a false formula of consciousness. No one can look back, no one can turn back from where ...

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    Silence-cry

     

    On the top of Splinter puddles, a tiny tearful-bubble dances with a burst: it weeps itself out in the form of a ball! In my wounded past, this is how the spirit-inspiring shower punishes me! Struggling

    I can only be a melee flame swaying in the winds; still resistant to Wolf laws with obstinate faith! An ominous conjecture warns me of the distress signals that surround me – while an unstoppable, rattling stream in my soul cuts out its still deepening pit-beds from wounds!

    Rocking the knowable existence-swing! She reveals her lattice chains to me; she is drawn to her by a magnetically tameable brooding!

    If I can listen to their knocking Glass Sound play, I can hang on to it! In me, there are still seditious and rebellious voices that rise to the surface, and they tell me theirresias fears! – My inner Infinity may even help me rebuild the many fragments of the present!

    We should revisit the speech of eyes on Soul fil...

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    PUNISHMENT IN AGE

     

    I am now stratified by a cesspool of false interests and selfish bribes. Insistent, stubborn now sensationalist play, careerist, vain ambition,that among the blemish-mirrored faces who won stupider and more stupid awards can only be cool.

    And the little camp of holy fools and freethinkers, with a smile on their faces, will be trampled down easily if necessary. Dozed doubts also moved into the basic layers of bribed, brainwashed minds.

    The deliberately smoothed skin of every retro-light photo model was chipped, just like the false dialogue of looks and movements playing hide-and-seek.

    Exotic Swans in the shadows of delicate, grim divas are rare among themselves to fight like this. The dream of the beauties here is always at least an international success, and although the national public opinion is such that if the Immaculate rose gardens are damaged, they suffer a fall on the evidence of time, facelift as a second survival option is not...

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    DECEIVED HAPPINESS

     

    I have so many times played the happy contentment, playful, silent pretense, that I have become a liar-accomplice of myself. Now I could finally get out of the prison hells of forced robot actions and live a little. I look anxiously and anxiously, and I look at myself, and I ask aloud, what else is missing?! Where does the exhausted, floundering shortage go and where?

    Is there anything missing in me or in the world of total absurdity?! Why don't you get a promising dream job or a poppy seed, a tiny allowance? - I am already so that everything tinsel has become bribed. It's a caressing, puffing old lie, and it's all about whether I fought for my dreams-because the deceived happiness can only be faked, felt!

    And while in many forms I have performed sincere-true consolation for others , I have by necessity forgotten my own sins of lead weight, of concrete, and of the Golgotha of my selfish self-pity. For life as a superficial, cosmetic a...

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    MOVABLE SHELLS

     

    Only the color and, at most, the shell, if you can see it. In the seed house, black-brown seeds are crushed and dried in meek. An alien outsider appears to be a wanderer, at the same time confiding in me, otherwise deceitfully luring me in.

    Its treacherous stratification is enhanced by a regrown thick layer; it escapes from your muddy hands. The meaning of existence is bound to be constrained and interpreted; it casts seductive shadows before you.

    When the nasty moment comes, you can see him fooling and fooling his fellows clinging to the branches of trees: perhaps this is how people fool each other, use each other. With black lead weights, the verdict drags towards everyone, just like the executioner. At the frozen, silent bottom of slimy dreams, everyone can already guess that the proud present deservedly dreamed is just a lie that began to intrigue!

    The innocent gaze, like alluvial sludge, is struck by the fact that the flesh of Juic...

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    SPARROWS CHIRP

     

    I already know. They no longer seek nor invite you into the acid shower of love and friendships. The memories of the homely past have also become a shadow among the living creatures. At any time, the dead-unwitting can be trapped in the sediment of meaningless life, and the distorted Apple-cob handshakes, calculating promises are only good for someone to understand that mud-stamping is going on here on all levels.

    Huge, aching blindness is a useless fate even for faces constantly wanting to ask questions. Unanswered, hopping, tripping among lofty wrecks, sham-prophets shining in short supply, the decaying city.

    Pain, but also lazy indifference is squeezed out of the tired forehead. From down here it can be continued with difficulty, for he who willingly gives out his passion for Golgotha boldly finally collapses dead and white in some deserted street noise.

    A resentful loud gasp continues to be heard as the late awakenings of this now w...

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    WOULD HAVE MORE DOORSTEP 

     

    I still look at this world of indomitable, vindictive change; my desperate fear drags me into immeasurable ravines. An unknown force forces me to do the inevitable many times. Like everywhere else.

    Destiny, as an unknown alien, begins to work here as well. Flaming pieces of rock, fallen Janus heads. He crawls crushed, still dragged by the freethinking spirit. There can be no more backlash! No lay low. Is doing something a protest?!

    It became a shame out of will. Total exhaustion from cowardice-the soul shrinks its pathetic self Permanently in itself; it watches itself from within. He realized that he was hiding in the indifferent idleness, instead running away.

    My heart beats arrhythmically, knocking, like a restless volcano fluttering under the oceans. The infinite Equinox of happiness that can be found has now even been deliberately bypassed. Blood clots are trolling one after another in the tunnels of blood vessels of the cells hardw...

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    CELLS-ADOMBRATIVE

     

    Because if it was just the deceitful eye watching, it still left the body dry-naked. The millions of tiny, small, wandering round-shaped ball drops in the mottled nervous system of the air, if you wish to notice the one whose harmonious balance of the soul matters in addition. Instincts and the universe accompany it now and in its moment of total annihilation, they click and spin like magnetic gears. In the beneficial turbulences of the cells, even in a strange descent into hell, the self-evident ecstasy of pleasure derails in parallel screams: it burns beneficially on the thought of love and love.

    Newborn annihilation migrates beneficially from one molecule to another. Everyone has unexpected causes and effects at the same time. The fork-branches of the collarbones while they stand out superstitiously, until they hold on like tender hooks in the flesh of the other body. -Through long,lush-vibrating eyelashes, he sweeps away with Fidelity the musty-smellin...

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    AGAINST THE TIDE

     

    Nowadays, you walk imperceptibly on a single blade, a world that has become manipulable, and you can no longer be more than a vain delusion-dream, a tightrope walker flirting with meaningless, promising careers or even pathetic and ridiculous little comedies. What is not clear is whether he dreams what he really and truly wants, and whether the city that smells of Nineveh will suck him in with its evil-lying abomination, like a vile living?! What kind of pain, humiliation, suffering are you called to? His emotions were sewn from lust and crocodile tears, while outside the roaring Zhivago wind thundered.

    Behind him hangs a hangman's noose his shipwrecked past, perhaps as well as his no-nonsense, despicable present, and the ever-ambiguous, further trampled uncertain Gorgon-headed future. The only thing left of his life was to toil for thirty-six hours continuously until the evening, and if there were even a tiny Breath of time, he would rather waste it o...

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    HALFWAY TO CALCULATION

     


    In his heart, he beats with trouble, boundless vulnerability gnaws at him. Those who are left alone for good have neither time nor anyone. Twilight dips its richly golden-tipped feather into the undressing of seasons when autumn comes again. He who is left alone can no longer be comforted by either the living or the dead. Unread Apokfif moves hang on the walls of Time; our memory moments gradually become denser: do you bind up the bleeding, punctured wounds of your cells voluntarily or out of pity?!

    The one who is left alone, the mournful admission reflects: he has always stood alone in the face of the threatening World. The Indian wind of times is only a fragment of his memory. An unprincipled defense and defiance alliance cannot serve with sufficient impartiality to create new relationships.

    Creating a sacred protection system out of friendships is almost totally impossible. He who is left alone, let his voice be a tame knock, his gaze ...

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    BROKEN ATTITUDE

     

    Against joy and pain-I have known for a long time-I am stripped and defenseless! As a child, the teachers knelt on peas when the others whistled Moor jokes in my ears. When I fell in love for the first time, and then more and more Jing and Yang, Alpha and Omega Angels, sinful Saints came before me, and it would have been so good to seek out and know the secret of beating hearts in place of the stripped-down instinctive longing!

    There were times when evil-ruthless wands were thrown over my head, and while out there in the grotesque-absurd world, minute-men, thirsty for new fame, appeared one after another – the thought of silent heralds, prophets desiring to bear witness, was lost.

    Like a sharp scalpel-blade on a stone, I had the opportunity to ingloriously fall on the filth altars of sky-shattering finales every day for five minutes, cheap men. The performance, the culture that is about to be renewed, is dying!

    They put the artist...

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    DOUBLE SOMERSAULT

     

    How many layers has the layered gloom become in man now?! It moves from one layer to another. The shadows of the lyre ore of the thickening night become permanent, grow, but they do not hurt yet. In pre-human defiance-light, rustling material, the watercolor levels of obscurity converge. From the secret apocryphal signs of faces, empty rolls, gutters gape. Nothing almost immediately and always stirs the silence of the listener.

    Honest, even from human eyes, as if someone had moved away a long time ago. Bodies first open up like flower petals opening up, and then, if we are lucky, they accept us. - A cheap, treacherous tax collector of desires is also degenerated into an uncompromising man; there is still an angel and a serpent lurking among the mazes of the ego-layers.

    Under the broken roofs of shelters, it would be good to find a different peace, but there are not yet those who would clean up the ruins that have been unnecessarily forgotten here...

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    IN CAPTIVITY OF APPEARANCES

     


    How many times when I was a weed guy, I would have wished to sneak into the actor's locker rooms through the secret snail tunnels like an invisible otherworldly friendly ghost, a stray ghost. It would have been nice to have been disappointed by the roomy crackling boards, and to have either pious Yorick, Fastaff, or Graciano with his head held up to the audience to confess the petty, naive, innocent, holy lies of ordinary life.

    Oh, in my mind I was greeted in Thalia's Noble wax museum as an old returning dear guest, who only stays until he can see the face of his favorite actress up close wishing him" a big hat " - for public appearances. - A bushy joke, a human gesture-the theater did not do so much, because money always rattled from above, and because an actor always has his hands tied! He draws a smile, a glued Halo, an angel's wing, so that the average person can faithfully and faithfully believe that reality is just a kin...

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    CONFIDENTIAL, DEPENDENT TRIAL

     

    In this rare autumn leaf rain, the last burst of flame of the still bubbly, rust-marta summer seems to be gently straining at the memory filled with pleasure. The soul happily forgets itself again, while the simple mortality of the natural landscape can be lost among the magnificently superstitious golden storm leaves. Things and objects can be simplified when stripped down to the bare bones, because they can become the same. With sharp, crystal-clear lights, the gentle detail is arranged just like the easy soul migration of the Universe.

    Fragrance and holiday, humble silence, in which even discipline stares blindly in front of itself on an indifferent, dim morning. The invisible elf-glow mercilessly fills the memories of the past and the speeding loops of time. Now everyone moves in the same One-Essence, rushes forward, and makes repayments. Halfway into the creative romance, the childish illusion and the naive imagination playing with the soul bump into ...

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    EXPANDED LIFETIME


    Doubt lurks behind Time in an infected, fear-sly school, the last hope behind a gray toothless tooth, because the syrupy reality pinged from the cards of daydreams is often, stubbornly deceptive.

    Self-delusion has become a pious offense, if only unknown loneliness can be a person's only companion. Balance can only rarely unfold, like a palm. Even the semblance of survivability could have turned into a cheaply inflated, false password.

    How dead-ended were all the yew-flowered hopes. The total lack of your measured human face is always reflected in your everyday life. With fragmentary articulations, the past testifies and answers at the same time. If you do something wrong, he scolds you and warns you. You couldn't be a diamond knockback for a long time, neither in flesh nor in cells.

    Time is simultaneously registered to the nervous self. Space and memory break down into unlearnable reflex movements. They were all hurt by their previo...

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    WOUNDS IN DEFENSE

     

    It was designed so that we could not see the zealous layer beneath the layers, always only the slag-free, crystal-clear surface. Through the Nirvana desert of time, we carry ourselves like a torturer. burden of hell: the assured forgiveness.

    We, too, are constantly changing dynamically, be it propaganda or horde obsessions. Like silent stones on the deepening, drinking bottom of lakes, we rest on the strings of time, until a quick-judging, vengeful end is called.

    We could fly through the miserable, once-only length of our years like a slowed-down, grumpy genie - if we were lucky - on the side of Someone. We would speak out, address the handful of people who are constantly worried about us. Not-understood barriers, obstacles, resistance are given instead of mutually beneficial, negotiated compromises.

    With the passing away, the syrupy mud stuck on the yellow soil will hug everyone to itself at the same time. Who would have ever dared to ...

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    DIFFERENT LIFE TIME


    Infected behind Time,

    doubt lurks sly,

    gray toothfish

    the last hope,

    because from the cards of daydreams

    pinged syrup reality often,

    firmly deceitful.

    A gracious offense has become self-deceiving,

    if only unknown loneliness

    can only be man's only companion.

    Balance is true

    it can rarely open like a palm.

    The appearance of survival is also cheap,

    could have been a false password.

    How finite everything became

    iris-lived ass hope.

    Total lack of your assessed human face

    it always strikes on your everyday life.

    Fragmented articulations of the past

    he interrogates and answers at the same time.

    If you do something wrong

    reprimanded.

    You couldn't have hit a diamond back

    timeless in neither flesh nor cells.

    Time is registered at the same ti...

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    THIEF-WRINKLES

     

    On the ladder of our years, it is just another insignificant, symbolic gesture, the unworthy web of our wrinkles. He paints voiceless, silent incisions, draws encrypted hieroglyphic figures on maps of talkative faces. The ever-thinning heartbeats are waiting for the last time to beat again, permanently.

    Oh, but there can no longer be two hands shaking for each other, facing an uncertain future at all costs. It's gone. Pondering on the memory bones of withered universes is useless. Even so, two talkative pairs of deer-eyes, like diminutive shooting stars on the dark-mass tapestry of the horizon, would open the secrets of the selfish stubborn heart.

    In tired bodies biological age gnaw, gnawing at New insidious worms. The extended distance also testifies to confidential togetherness. -On the petals of former exotic beauties, Today botox s collagen masses are produced. From the former recalled, kind face could only remain a crumbling ruin?!

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    TOTAL FAILURE OF DEVELOPMENT PATHS

     

    How long will the difficult and vicissitudes of the galley remain as a possible path to individual prosperity?! What nonsense is it that all you need is common sense and good luck! Cross-examination is necessary, and of course it should be answered when sermons and odes are told about unconditional trust. The producer division of the unequal labor market is also becoming more and more obvious, perhaps even the boldball lowlife John thinks so, but they are afraid that all the talk will sooner or later end in a radical career decline!

    Here no one loves or accepts another, this is a mere ideal - the goal that is tolerated is much simpler: to survive and survive in the dirty gray ocean of the vicissitudes of everyday life. Certain pre-guaranteed and guaranteed paths can only be reached by" privileged ones " with their hearts manipulated with firm craftsmanship. As one who has long since cast off his ordinary soul, and perhaps even bargained with the ...

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    COMPETITIVE GAME

     

    I see kids going wild in the video game room under the Starlight Roof. First, it is only the latent, muted anger of aggression that totally knocks you over the head, and then the inner more real beast instincts come in turn. Consumer electronics just does not rest. Where did the old talking Teddy bears, moncsichis, LEGO people go? Some deliberately planned trampling can also be seen between the ruthless, brutal rivalry between them.

    There were four of them, and even among the bad guys, how soon the negotiated honor of the Outlaw was lost. Unexpectedly-suddenly the gang leader began to push, saying; now it will be his turn, while everyone else has been enough. And hip-hop, the blood cancer of conflicts, petty little disagreements has already emerged. ,Now it's my turn! You guys shut up! You've been there enough!""he shouted at them, and while the other boys had a blazing lightning of vengeance secretly, as accomplices conspiring against on...

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    UNIVERSAL ERA OF ORPHANS

     

    Human useless Destiny is already a bone worm, which worms and galad beetles eat at their pleasure, only to turn into gray ash. The impure, scapegoat-temper of a feeble soul is ready to give all its dreams and the duties of the persecuted, and perhaps to pay them; the Great Robbery is never carried out by more - in each case by one-one! Workshops, if they were, dilettantism degenerated into cheap, grotesque verme.

    The trartuffe gang has become too many these days, who, if necessary, can easily suck each other's lifelike-creative mother's milk at any time, and do not leave behind only missing mangled stumps.An over-advertised podcast of pretentious bestselling authors pours from most of the channels, while you tear your hair, bang your head against the wall, that you trusted these as a slave-soul loser-fool, who then only ridiculed you first, and later cheated you with interest!

    My discordant heartbeat will hardly last sixty, and it is bett...

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    DREAMING ADVENTURER

     

    It's not the light that has gone out, it's just the world has changed, so weep calmly, cowardly-boldly, that you can no longer be who you used to be: a servant-like Little Penguin-man, because New brutal-dwellers are coming, and your mud-palace, built of Adobe, is about to collapse.

    A tiny digital photo and voila! The Masterpiece-miracle is ready! Supermodel Angels staring at you like that, waiting for your every wish. What a dazzling, superficial and useless collection of glitter, silver-plated cocktail filters. Even your eyes will hurt. What kind of manipulable Janus faces surround you, like shape-shifting chameleons?! Are the Dead really active, perhaps, only living in our branch?!

    You look at the back of your hand on the table; it fumbles first with the pencil, and then with the blond lock of hair given to you by The Lover; it is a priceless little trinket intended for a precious future. - It's not the light that goes out! Don'...

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    TO UNDERSTAND THE WORLD!

     

    Only the question-answers are ambiguous! Everything else, perhaps, is understandable. Posture, nonverbal gesticulations are so many petty, petty, manipulative pretensions that sooner or later settle comfortably in the heart, between the poles of the inner vulnerable soul, from which they can rarely be expelled, just like uninvited guests.

    Only the eyes of the Corn of Light, The Darkening, soul-seeing eyes of the cosmos, are unmistakable, as is the realization that man must hear, for this is the law of being! Only awakening, like birth, can be misunderstood, when the crying protesting baby is torn from the placental shelter of our mother, who-True - wants to live, but under humane conditions, and secretly suspects that the reverse countdown has already begun.

    Only the Dear photo of the superstitious from the digital photo frame is ambiguous! As he longs with radiant happiness and mischievous girlish nonsense for meaningless, almost childish wishes...

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    UPPER VALUE

     

    One should never be allowed to give oneself to the Lost Fate or turn his back bored, with lazy indifference to the nobleman, the Good, and not pick - but he already accepts everything with tolerance, humility; to cover up his shipwrecked, furrowed Janusz face when asked, "How are you today?!" It covers with fogs and sand. They swallow the sweet and the vile bitterness in the same way, that he hardly separates the truth and the liar, that he also exposes the weak to the stronger, or tramples in a gallant way, saying: ,,Buy only from starving mouths to unthink is enough!"

    That he does not admonish his children for either education, intelligence, or humane behavior, instead: “Bulizzatok only human-darid V.I.P. - in many ways as you can fit in, and be drunk only twenty-four hours a day, for there is always free space in the detoxifier! ”- Cheap, debilitating, hypocritical propaganda speeches, papal sermons can be killed out of man, d...

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    NEWS-JUDGMENTS

     

    The Earth is full of judgments, stereotypes, so many ominous, manipulated standards of rules, unnecessarily scrawling Sisyphean weights in it, and there is hardly anyone to understand it; sin and punishment can never be an end in itself, or a legitimate, just one at all!

    Sophisticated and bizarre-unconscious is the man-made court, and in it are the bribed false judges, lawyers, and pretended jurors. Sluggish, moth-chewed porette's code of laws, a vile paragraph-article cannot be sophisticated enough to illuminate the rhetorical Falanseter construction sensibly and soberly, who else can be right here at all?! My defense is a loose, deliberately disinterested play, a silly little fairground comedy! And is the real thinker the one who stole cocoa snails and pizza to feed his children, or the one who is already consistently stirring up discord even among the peaceless?!

    The present world has been greatly multiplied by Daniel the Bulge, and he who...

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    STAGES OF TRIPPING

     

    In your inner soul, your guardian angel no longer watches over you, and watches over - but rather over a lazy, indifferent stress-old man, who may have lost all his teeth. And you can no longer heat up past, present, uncertain future and even less so, your planned world of yesterday burns in your brain, which is a lie to you, a villain - at home, the average will easily become a loser, because they are not able to understand: you would have to go to hell to scrape chestnuts!

    Your true insatiable spirit is an ever-growing curiosity; your stubborn will and so many carefully cherished rambling memories may now appear in a memory-consuming distance. It is now as if the whining of an animal were sneaking around like a beaten dog in the footsteps of a man; it is more and more difficult to tolerate among the vile worms enclosed in larvae. Free thought keeps the folds of your brain alert and fit, so be careful not to be deceived or led by malevolent intent.

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    PAINFUL MESSAGE

     

    You were an orphaned, disgraced angel-face under the dimly luminous neon lights of the otherworldly, and in this melancholy, underworld radiance, for the first time, I caught you in the act of conscious, intended anxiety, as some kind of anticipatory fear, worry about our unplanned future together. The inevitable endpoints, like Hangman loops, were already choking our throats in full swing.

    So strange was your altruistic, orphaned surrender, for you have always, as a rule, followed the sincere voice of your willful-stubborn heart of gold, and yet the silent, almost chaste wailing, in what tolerable-helpless shackles, accompanied by a frightened acquiescence.

    But tell me, and confess boldly, what prompted you to make a permanent, irrevocable rioting against the Gordian knots of things-relationships?! What was so urgent and unavoidable that you gave your precious heart to someone else in the hidden equipment of the University, and left me alone, cu...

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    PREGNANT TEMPER

     

    You are yourself and cannot be manipulated, you are a brainwashed Fool, until you can be indignant and think, until your sanity is surreptitiously broken by calculating partiality. If necessary, you will run to your ruin rather than to protect your peace of indifference.

    What do you got? True not so much. Yet the narrow world is lurking in your face for daring to be yourself! You will not shine on your own except for those who accept you or love you, because the" bleating sheep-majority " never had anything to do with you!

    What is worth the unworthy, vile praise, if you are not worthy of it, it did not suit you?! And what is it worth if you are not praised, offered a good neighbor's word or two, if you are still worthy of it? Even if the dog doesn't treat you like a human being, you still tolerate and swallow humbly.

    In your bad fate, you must often be worthy of indignation and rebellion! You are bound by a thousand th...

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    UNINVITED GUESTS

     

    Nightmares come upon me many times, haunted, like stray ghosts waiting for midnight. One of them would already grab my sick, tachycardic heart, the other one would drag the tangled labyrinth network of capillaries into a convulsive, bumpy Wolf gujaj. At short circuits, my brain begins to glow into chronic pinches, while my gelatinous, disgusting sweating body vomits in a desperate embryo pose, seeking and demanding psychological shelter.

    Like a worthless, split-up speck of dust, I would be left alone, yet actively trying to live the agonizing cancer of my daily life. And many behave in such a way as to make unworthy and useless promises, saying, let this petty child-souled Fool hope a little, after all, even the House of Cards, which he believed to be solid, will eventually collapse. Squeaking like an ECG or a beeping Holter monitor, a few pumping blood vessels can be seen flashing, which would still suffocate, with excited greed, the millions of tiny oxyg...

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    REALITY-TRANCE

    Then fifty years later, when it was all autumn, agaric, disappointed, and we would be cynically hair-splitting, I would like to see for a single day the people who advertised it had something to do with them. To look at the man and the sinking city along the rolling Danube.

    A single mitzvah, lost look would be enough just for me to understand and know what he estimated, what each "average" took him, or what the cyber passed on to digital hippie nomads. Will there still be a meaningful culture and science without demagogic and propaganda?! Skinny riddle consolation.

    I would be a silent yet testifying witness to Gyugó among the many little Tomoceusz Katatiki. Merely left perception in the laririntus mazes of the inner soul. The age of half-wild wild barbarians now seems to be fading, the tabloid media is brainwashing with half-stupid superstitions cherishing luxury dreams. The absurd joke about it all is that man is always a alamus, tuna sheep pris...

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     REPORT TO JANUARY

     

    It is boiling again, hissing this man-carrying Nirvana, in which the rebellion of the Crowds is once again. This measured Executioner's Time is just a possible, narrow vessel. He plays the incapable, like the chess pieces of Hope. As essentially a enduring, Elioti's Nobody's Land, merges intention and doctor Did: the mortal man-dweller of the earth pushes his borders forever, while everyone who wants a sane PEACE!

    Man, fearful, is at most rarely expected by worldly earthly stars; it is hard to imagine now that the beautiful Dear sincerely and truly whispers longingly, with love:, I love you, for I have chosen you because of your human qualities and not because of your Money! ”- This century is no longer at all about testifying or saving values for accounts, since the real, deserved Success has also become a mass commodity, and showcase authors are forced to dominate market movements!

    It might be good if the pumpkin, hasty temper...

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    IT WOULD NOT BE ALL

     

    Only the zigzagging, then the fearfully bursting proud rocket nozzle light flies briskly into your room, and the cell lattice-smelling shadows also spin to dance with it. Shapes and rich colors really proliferate and seem fuller and richer, but the dream now also likes the mocked Reality, which disappoints, mocks, or places new burdens on the shoulders of the simple man every day. Now the gala, nonsense World are still lying about fairy ball darids, let the mortal man rejoice, let them be terrified just calmly back on the closed doors even the trouble-sorrow, the weight of uncertain tomorrow.

    And while millions of glowings teach many manipulable parades and circuses, the wiser one thinks one by one, chews the drunken memories of his past, his debatable earthly things! Where to where? And how at all, how next? By January, the postman will knock the yellow checks again, the plumber will come. Are organic waste containers taken away at all?!

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    IMITATION FASHION

     

    Like hypocritical doubters, they stumble towards obscure, dark pages. Every career step taken towards a more comfortable, predictable, but treacherous promise is a sawed-off rung only for failure and success. They shake after every sip.

    Their otherworldly crypt representation is an embalmed mummy skeleton after frothy sips. They believe that the provably uncertain map of their future can create plenty of proud bubbles even behind their grimaces.

    The future can only be a reflection of the sticky present. It quickly darkens to average career opportunities. With a pounding heart, the calendar days of the year trudge harder and harder. He who loudly proclaims and kneads and grinds himself will perish in an arbitrary time.

    He who expects wounds and mean merits at the same time will repent of this present false, dishonest world sooner than many sons of nobody have gone to Nirvana. Existence knocks on everyone's door unexpectedly, suddenly...

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    HUMAN DARS

     

    I remember the restrained silence, suffocating rock-solid indifference, when the very first paper-trumpet sound, like the crackling, ominous horn signal, seemed to rise from the pitch-black nights. My anxious life could hardly get new strength and presence of mind. Like a wretched outcast, I was huddled in agony, in a slimy embryo-pose on my bed, while above my head red-gold-yellow exploding rockets split the pitch-black robe of the sky in two with a thunderous blast.

    Nineveh, the landless, dirty city, was once again in a whirlwind of people, celebrating with gusto, as if the pregnant, tried, impoverished everyday life of Today and Tomorrow no longer mattered, less like the thick, mossy kelp of the deep sea; a sticky buzz of wasps was brought and carried by the squatting, icy breeze. A buzzing buzz of air also reverberated from the foams of the Danube, where crowds were waiting for midnight, and everyone seemed fake-happy: they turned into grimacing grins ...

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    THE CUTE BLOODHOUND

     

    He immediately pricked up his pointed ears at the sexy lady's kissing will, his small, evil eyes suddenly flickered as soon as he saw me. Little chocolates, pieces of sugar, and expensive words could not satisfy his animalistic nature. He was said to be a teenager, the size of a well-developed buffalo calf. However, instinct just wouldn't let me; secretly, he even immediately guessed my panicky, terrifying fear.

    "Calm down, calm down! It doesn't hurt, she's just making friends!" the beautiful lady said to me, laughing mischievously, like a supermodel Pocahantas. But in her curious angelic gaze, chasing questions immediately flashed up: Who did I come to? Who am I looking for?! - I could only stand with my feet rooted to the ground, the conscious terror hibernates. "I thought I'd invite Kegye to coffee, if possible?" - "This is really very considerate, sweet Lord, and he even brought flowers, but unfortunately, I...

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    TRUNCATED HOLIDAY

     

    The city smells like Christmas. Ornaments flicker from the trees,the light chimes-electric! Yet everywhere the shame of the holiday floats. The babies left in the warm cages of incubators are taken care of by angels, while the suicides go to the next World.

    In the free kitchen, they are fighting again, or just pushing-scramble. The image of the meanness of an aunt in fox fur was also abundant; perhaps she wanted to destroy the refuge of her loneliness of her own volition.

    The fancy catfishing party queens speculating on V. I. P. darids use formal pseudo-gestures to show how much love they can give and receive. The latest Playstation and X-box are back. And while in the artistic photographs with the star photographers mommy and Daddy and the Chinchilla are grinning, one wonders: Who and when did they make a mistake?! Have children become manipulative puppets?!

    The dead sleep in the cemetery! Some eternal-lamps watch over their happy drea...

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    MIRROR-WORLD

     

    I was looking at the virgin sheet of white angels outside, which was slowly falling on my head from the clouds! The swans performed their celestial dance on the mirror-ice, and I felt that my soul was sinking in the silence, and the cold was threatening. I didn't want to understand the world: which is vast and complex! I wanted to know which mirror-self I would have to deal with, the roots of my fears in myself - should I look with a wolf's eye?

    The pale bridal face of the sky turned into a dove soul. It was beautiful. I looked at the merciless gaze of the freezing frost and deciphered what was allowed and what I absolutely had to do: I should have listened silently to the sounds of eternal love, paying attention to everything and searching every minute.

    The current Mirror world has become a tiny particle stretching into infinity, in whose crystal-eye the entire universe has turned into a diamond: the struggle of man remains only a dream,...

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    BLESSED PINE TREE

     

    Graciously, wisely, and with many a feather-cluster, in the sanctified evening, in the warmth of a small but happy family, in a cosy and starlit room, sits a Christmas tree.

    On its four-branched crown a pearly star shone, and with its needle-leaves it gently caressed the many rainbow ornaments wreathed around it. Among them were fruitful and fiery-red apples, golden honeyed nuts and all the good things of earth, many winter cakes and hazelnuts, crystal balls moulded from snowflakes by angels and elves, and many ornaments, like a gentleman or a pretty lady, dressed up in the most important symbol of Christmas!

    For the holiday can and should only be celebrated with family and friends, and the crowned king of the forest: The hallowed Christmas tree, like a family member, stands guard as a kind and elderly, bearded grandfather over the merciful and everlasting moments of festive happiness.

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    YOU MUST DO MORE!

     

    You shouldn't get tired yet, leave it for good and give up everything you've acquired! It wouldn't help if you failed right away. Don't move yet!

    You can't run away from your problems and worries, although a peaceful coastal landscape where people are much more understanding and kinder would often be better. Your stigma-soul, your bleeding heart grinds between the millstones of doubts. Believe me: even though today Man is still a rogue, a traitor to himself, maybe there will come an Age in which there will be free will again, the desire to create a workshop.

    You would have to wait patiently, in ambush, like a genie in the sacred hiding place of bottles, and listen like a waiting stone in a statue, which the sculptor will probably carve one day! You are silent - even though you are completely on your own - now you can protect me firmly and protectively, no matter how late the choir of archangels may be!

    You were once ...

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    BEFORE THE END OF THE YEAR

     

    The year is slowly drawing to a close, the manipulative mood is weakened, the traitorous heart is born, the careful mind is being brainwashed again, and the Spirit makes a sale; staggering, half-stupid, the hard-earned years pass over us. Man has long been accustomed to the rattling tiger roar. Who knows what the next decade of circus cages will bring?

    And while some consider it a selfish and stubborn mission to jump, knowing that they have a castle of cards that will eventually collapse, they must resist all the evil, evil powers of the world! We shouldn't let this mutt drag the average down into dirty, poisonous waves today. Is there a storm coming or are you just afraid of another hyena-throat? The vast womb of our hangman-time is now a single twinkling, burnt-out candle flame...

    Tomorrow's promises are no longer needed; It's like a sensational ending, free robberies are overlooked wherever possible. And now, as Ady had proclaimed,...

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    IN MY DREAMS

    My dreams answer so quietly, almost insinuately, and are entangled in a web of memories by tactful silence, searching for a missed greeting, a deliberate handshake, the weight-meaning-of the unspoken words, which one Foolish-loving heart-chalice confesses to another in a dreaded worldly hour.

    The preserved cave-deep of The Hangman's time still deliberately hides its own manipulative, petty little plans; sooner or later, man will find out that the much-tolerated stigma - past all had a causal meaning.

    ...Here stands a shipwrecked soul, who gave much, and could not gain much in return; his vulnerable soul was opened to whom it was fitting, and while the great pretense was taking place, the superstitious Lady betrayed him, for he was poor and miserable. I wonder what will be inherited from this postmodern, absurd hyena-age, which the average may never have mercy, and the man whom they trample. Take care of my cherished dreams and memories! You realize, what if?&...

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    CULTURE-FATE

    Dear poet friend! Well tell me? What about the literary situation right now? Why is the laughing mouth of hobby writers against you?! Just feel free to admit what you are, what will happen to you?!

    Do you want to stay a puffy, dilettante rickshaw, or an experimental avantgarde innovator who is not a petty ass lick or servant to anyone?!

    Once upon a time, you even lingered yourself in alms by the grace of lords who, in your sentence, searched for and sought the lasting, immortality; not yours! Yours! Alas, everything has become a malicious, cheap liar! After all, nowadays, if the writer also stays on a hunger tap, as a scabies beggar, he would rather surrender or capitulate in front of the camps of lightly handing out the prizes, maybe even bow!

    Nowadays, vile philosophy spreads in the field of crooked mirrors, just like free thought, while the word loses its redemptive charm for which it was just created; that shocking flaming will, be a noble goal tool...

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    JINGLE-JUNGLE NIGHT

     

    The night is still, even the sanda-sneaky tip leg preserves it, and perhaps it hides it from curious looks; the dawn would break his blood-red dragon eyes like a petal from the winter rooftops, clouds of cotton candy billowing from rumbling chimneys puff.

    In addition to the darkness, the unfriendly smell of passing and formalin also leaked back into the attic holes; needle-toothed rats chewed on the avittous gems of Hungarian literature. Even on the violin, the stretched string sits on top of the satellite dish houses.

    Early noises are needed sooner in the city of Nineveh: scrambling cars, buses, truck wheels humming cobblestones grind on the cracked frosty asphalt. In Christmas tree-scented shops, there are as many color-miriad cheat-kittens daydreaming, as if they already knew in secret: pensions will be on their feet sooner if they barely stay out of it.

    Old mother sells fragrant cinnamon roast chestnuts around the corner, on her tre...

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    COLOR-LOST FOG-KNIGHTS

     

    You can hardly meet a listening crown witness in the field of secrets! As an obstacle course, he builds his massive ramparts around himself – to decipher his thinking is almost a total inability! A knocking shoe heel above it is a black piano keyboard mystery, while the Spirit Empire is a eloquent but unbreakable shellfish sheath! In your career, everything can turn on the triangle of total bankruptcy!  The stamp of untouchables flourishes among the insignia: as bacteria, it occupies any host and, examining selfish truths of interest, immediately reveals the fever of their bold lies!

    The opposite pair of carelessness or killer interest thus seems to reconcile and yoke the honor made a pile of rubble! – All visceral wishes are already dying! Even the saving Morality could be a shadow duty! To exhaust and anesthetize insidious suspicions at once; it is surprisingly similar to a mature routine and cannot tolerate the objectities of the s...

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    DECEMBER DRAFT

     

     Whether it's the Restless hermit or the sorcerer, I'm watching him unfold his humiliated flowers tonight. I can feel it: other signs are coming, other visions, like the full moon, the screaming Moonlight behind the bars, I am seen differently by the skeletal web of peeled trees. An zigzag, sprawling shadow first conjectures me, like a magic Sesame lock, the filth of being is attached to a restless soul.

    Now the Dark is spinning its syrupy chains around me, threatening at once, then waiting-suddenly being sucked in by my hesitant, selfish attitude. I would light a lamp, if I could, but it is feared that in the only room, only one lost ghost - shadow could now remain my faithful companion.

    The planes at supersonic speed, even lunar space rockets, are all gone. They took the love, the sweetheart with them. The last ray of light fell asleep. All those who wanted to leave have already left, those who stayed here will tolerate one more, t...

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    INCARNATION OF LIGHT

     

     He is a temporary resident of this earthly existence; I would plunge into the foam of my non-existence just once if I could learn from everyone's selfish mistakes! With a stateless fragmented will, I am tolerably able to build my way, while I know for sure that a bright career is not waiting for me: I have a history of witness in my skull! I would try in vain to break out from behind my cage limits, to be truly known; but in me a frightened, orphaned child clenches his little hands forbidding!

    My anxiety loneliness also grows daily when I venture out into hyena-rodent daylight! With someone, it would be nice to finally tear down the walls if we could celebrate a new start together! - In my bones the cold of the cosmos is raging: before creation a melee of silence is ringing in my ears! The night's naughty, nasty dreams have worn me down!

    It is as if the Pearl of hope is expanding in her dear eyes; as if she wants to protect and help...

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    THEY CLOSE THEIR EYES

     

    Now the world closes its eyes again, the conscience lurks dormant. A few minutes-a man and A Celebrity hand out cheap, dilute bean soup from the warm steam of the blahan pots. Vulnerable poverty would roar away the vengeful anger if it had anything - but perhaps it had long since been sold. Between the workbenches, the vices are silent. It is not worth buying mouse-chewed bread, but only three-day-old, measured bodag.

    Invisible, yet increasingly discernible, Moloch preaches his new demagogic words; on crypt-like faces a plethora of troubles is multiplying, and because the system demands cheaper and cheaper labor, even the defenseless, vulnerable little man becomes crumpled.

    Teenage mothers give birth to babies in a blinded world where there is no longer, and cannot be, character, will, honor - laden corruption, all the more wasting our members. There are more and more people who are eagerly envious of those whom fate has given them, and a few sto...

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    ODE TO MEANNESS

     

    People, especially these days, are often scared. The humility, the rock-deep silence, which is tolerated deepens its depths, if it can no longer reveal its inner personality to anyone else, because it can remain faithful to itself, and while it is out there chased, vilified, trampled, like greedy, tenacious worm-bugs the homeless, the penniless, the crowd of Little People-as a winged door, what is forever unseen can no longer be revealed to any one.

    It would be good in this confusion of Nineveh, Babel, where the strong still oppresses the helpless weak, if they looked deep into the heart of the deceived and betrayed, and there they might see the one essence that was rarely shown. But I can't do that. As many men are so many outrages, and we have long since ceased to be dust and ashes, a lowly pile of mud!

    Being can no longer put order, except as a common judge The Executioner-death! And it is long past the hardworking, childish wonder; that i...

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    THE FINAL WINTER ACT

     

     The last season of winter is coming. A frosty sob ripens to maturity in a clean, vacuum: the Winter tears its bridesmaid, its Dunna in flakes! From the captivity of the hollows, the sleeper is now waking up. The Earth is spinning, like a ball in the hands of children with holes in the ground, besieging the heavens. A disappointing betrayal pulls me back and pulls me back into the grim present…

     But I still know, I can't believe when and how? - Physical pain tortures me, and the blood flow of my organs is eaten up by a murderous disease! Suddenly I am afraid of reality-blessed with animal hair myself, like Enkidu, and as a prisoner in prison, I cling to my own doubt, and everywhere disillusionment comes to me as a skinned guest! Am I, perhaps, late for life, and I do not know whether it is out there that blinds me more and more and I can only grope or the failure that reaches me universally everywhere?

     On the eyelids st...

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    SAFE-CONSOLATION

     

     Who can be lulled to sleep by the snow falling like a feather-May he still be happy –  On my face the ice flakes also produce frozen tears! The snow of the executioner drips thickly through the grit of his judgment; I feel that wherever I may turn, the unstable ground beneath me could become a precipice! From behind snow-scaly laces, your cheery eyes fire at me because you hold me tight so I can feel immortal – you will never let me go!

    Between me and your simmering Swan figure, the devastating distance is growing! On my mournful eyelashes, there are icicles stabbing my soul-seeing soul! The killer snow will pour and slowly pour in! I would wrap your fragile petal body in a quilt, lest you catch a cold, to comfort me in my sorrowful blunders of fate! Your blossoming rosebud lips are softly searching the secrets of my shipwrecked chubby body; your tamed gaze is a wolf's eye in my face and smells! I could explore the universe with ...

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    REPORT ON FROST

     

     The cold-bearded, Gray old man of life, who longed to freeze everything, came knocking, came with a cold-angry mood, - surrounded by howling stars! The lakes, unflinching and stubborn mountain-ridges, which sinned with their purity, were frozen. It was cold, and trembled several times, and fire at once, suddenly, it was winter, and the geometric curve of the graceful mouth was selfishly torn apart by its nose-fruit dripping like an icicle!

     The ten or fifteen degrees were deceivers, careful firemen still shone like cops, that somewhere could still warm up the prodigal people! - Time's running! The essential and important part of Eternity has frozen and died, and yet beneath the unconscious surface, the heaven of smiles flaunts and flourishes!

     The cells of tongues were laced like lace Cloths by the frost, and the uninhabited tunnels of the vascular networks were frozen to the ground! Man, now that twilight darkness sends his d...

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    BLIND-WORLD

     

     Empty, white-spotted, Crystal-glassy transparent space. You're the snow-spotted world. But what else can one do? he sets out not to be overwhelmed by bitter pessimism: self-pity and laziness. I myself preachers gaping, loud throat when I weigh slowly a hundred pounds, and besides I am neither a macho nor Adonis:

     As a hedgehog, I will grow thorns on my soul, or I will be cast down by righteous despair! I still have a lot of work to do! The truth behind the lines of letters-my content silabbed to solve the riddles of the witnessing past, so that I can better understand what is going on inside: at the bottom of the present time!

     Because there can be no way to just suck and blow the air out like an idiot, and not to promote humanity, empathy, tolerance, and in many cases: Humor is the only medicine! The final, received rescue! But we cannot know anything about this, because we are not able to take note of the human lesson, the e...

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    WARMING AWARENESS

     

     Now come the crummy, heating bill years, with warm fire, voluntary surrender to winter! The truth is knocking on me, beating have one's fair share. And a number of wolf-crying stars gently shine through the cosmos of nights! Wreaths of rose hips were spread as a sacrificial gift by busy children, elders: they honored those who sinned even in death! - The winter season will alert you with tears of ice, and in the shelter of mistletoe, but it would be good: for a single, eternal moment, only broken moment, the Roe-eyed Merry-girl of the earthly Universe could embrace you!

     Every day the frost bites me like a knife's teeth – the orphaned adult cries on me: even he is quite child-minded, for he may be left alone for good; the dance of the cutting blades creaks beneath the crunching feet. My mood is getting dumber, draughtier! I must lead myself, even in a season of life-changing inhumanity, and my beloved's smile is wiped away by t...

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    DEEP POINTS

     

    To wash out of this pathetic world with impunity: come on?! You don't even notice it, and you carry with you heavy chains-tons of Sisyphus ringing every day, which first devour your organs, and then perhaps even Alzheimer's-bearing thoughts.

    The merry sailors and party queens of the easy-going life may never understand why it is so difficult to hand-write and post yellow checks instead of quoting the plethora of transactions on the internet. Your truths, like the prickly pots of mirrors, are scattered, even against the wind, - now it would be better to be a hermit, up on the bald mountaintop, where the bird may not walk. From there, look down on the self-prostitute, evil Age, which for a decade has been infecting, destroying, and profiting at its own expense. Eyes closed, feeling to listen and listen. Why do you have to, like a pathetic wombat or a blind mole, dig in the damp tunnels of existence, push, and mend?!

    It is as if the great, i...

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    SPARROWS CHIRP

     

    I already know. They no longer seek nor invite you into the acid shower of love and friendships. Even the memories of the homely past have become a shadow among the coddled creatures. At any time, the dead-wanton can be trapped in the sediment of meaningless life, and the distorted Apple-cob handshakes, calculating promises are only good for someone to understand that there is mud-kicking going on here on all levels.

    Huge, aching blindness is a useless fate even for faces constantly wanting to ask questions. Unanswered, hopping, tripping among lofty wrecks, sham-prophets shining in gaps, the decaying city.

    Pain, but also lazy indifference is squeezed out of the tired forehead. From below it can be continued with difficulty, for he who willingly gives out his passion for Golgotha boldly finally collapses dead and white in some deserted street noise.

    A resentful loud gasp continues to be heard as the late awakenings of this now wicked wor...

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    DIGGAG WARNING

     

    Keep moving back, carefully, until the fourth X is besieging. Inwardly drawn into myself, deliberately kept out of the circles, for Man is once again a despicable bastard, and can hardly be trusted. Bypass everything we periodic, final. Ghost-dreams of the living.

    On the table there was a half kilo of bread, like bodag, which was given to sailors for fasting. Eggs are not enough for scrambled eggs. The smell of fried french toast moves between my nose hair. There's no-brainer, no-brainer, no-brainer out there.

    My wounded heart is slowly beating out another heart attack, my lungs are breathing like a pump; the rescuer is more than forty minutes late before the oxygen supply immediately stops! They may say holiness over my head!

    My grimacing smile is rather snarling, like the Restless Wolf-pit, standing still, vile-practiced on everyone, for this is what remains. Misery is not a dream these days-but it is becoming more tangible. Long ...

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    TRAPPED OUTSIDE

     

    I'm listening to the old old man's moaning at night... The dirty-gray foam of the old Danube, like a pile of dung juice, brings swirling black hole ice rolls with accelerated running service. He has cast huge shadows on me so many stars and man-wrecks cherish among themselves dethroned, spawned neon lights.

    The city is once again in a boisterous, mean-spirited crowd of people. It is as if many would rather seek the Lost Treasure Chest of Darius, and seek it with greedy plunder, than embrace love, the good word of human friendship. A snaking queue at one of the pretend soup kitchens, where one or two celebs, starlets still appear. ,Ah! Dear Artist! I really liked your song on TV! If you'd like to hear about the cancer of my sad childhood!"The answer is no longer there, because two Gorilla-brained, grim bodyguards are already there, and whether they are a desirable class alien or a K. U. K. they're pulling me out of the party Bustle. ,Ge...

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    FALLS, SIGNS

     


    Cage and silence! The infectious disease runs up and down in me, perhaps just like the useless, ragged life, with which I have only traces to do. There is a plan, a reality, a memory. It must be three in the morning. I lay frozen to a skeleton in my frozen room, and visions and wandering images rush: What Would my little, pathetic life have been like in Bali, in faraway Berzengacia? Would my beloved have nurtured me with loyalty and not merely comforted me in someone else's arms?  Sometimes everything seems so far away!

    I walk the planned, manipulative ladder of life, and realize with horror that my plans and dreams still could not come true. My friends, my promises twist foolishly, leaving me ugly, ugly. I can no longer trust either The man who lied to himself or the order of the world, if it existed at all. I growl like an old man bear to my own prodigal shame. A,, what next?!"your question keeps surrounding you.

    In a Dark...

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    IT'S LIKE A CIRCUS

     

    Here is my life friends! The Earth is slowly tripping away, falling into a swamp, and the many Minute-Man victims in Little No Man's land are deliberately lost in their own quiet despair. Before us, everything flows: jobs, careers, hunger wages, privileges on benefits. All the propaganda lies that are officially spread, just like infectious diseases, are almost superfluous. Recklessness or perverse pathos go all the same here.

    We're stuck among ourselves. Western Europe is increasingly on the map. Perhaps it would be better and more useful to go on foot if there were no more despicable doubts and manipulatively compromising obstacles. It is necessary to clarify almost all the cheap-junk parameters: Where Are we so far?! Already below the Frog's bottom?! Can we only be present by doing thirty-six hours a week?

    Let's take a look around! For twenty-one years, a raucous Eldorado of brooding, muttering stooge-monkeys has been holding i...

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    DECEMBER FILTH SENSATION

     

    December success, appreciation-chasing sensation-drawings. They broadcast food distribution all over the place, they mix interests and loves, or they change hands succinctly, like caustic Alkali in water, so that they can deservedly earn recognition by creating free commercials for new music albums. "Help the other! Call the donation line!” "there are no tears on the grinning faces of multiple advertisements, false promises are lit up like the brilliant but self-igniting glitter of Christmas tree decorations.

    The cut film footage would be degraded to fragments: one or two well-to-do retirees try hard to keep reporters in an encouraging fake good mood, while they support drunken bickering homeless people for the sake of the crossfire of cameras. The whole world is on a festive, loud alert; they have forgotten only the most important thing: to give sincere emotions in exchange for their goodness.

    As a living net, flour and sugar are...

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    AGE-IMAGE

     


    It is as if the human wreckage were lying in delirious dazes choked with a drug smile everywhere, falling into the blind, deliberately gullible ravines of themselves. In contrast, some of the occasional Divas issued to snobs chatter as if they already knew everything better than those who had worn the gallows benches of the Inquisition universities for seven full years.

    What could have gone so easily into ruin, sinking into a muddy, sticky nothingness?! Among the neurotic tremors of the train tracks, where even the occasional suicide flirts may prefer to hide; for everyone is already an integral part of the eternal game of cat and mouse chess, everyone is suspicious, who is not nodding wake up Hansel, John yes- man the Freethink arises for himself that there may still be some hiding people who like to use their convoluted brains, their sunflower heads. It would not be cheap for anyone to push himself away easily, like a ridiculous piece of cloth th...

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    TRAP SITUATIONS

     

    A man becomes a lowly pod of dust, slouching down to the calculating little Kings, to the camp of the powerful, while begging for a bribe; he becomes a mouse-hole, where a hunting cat can easily fit. It no longer takes part in the mass development of the world, but rather is forced to tolerate, in the manner of human wreckage, the fact that the technical cyber-civilization, destroying the peace of everyday life, creates new conditions of contact.

    He buys a tie and a very expensive suit, since the dog no longer cares that style should not dictate the latest trendy standards - rather, certain immutable human laws should be obeyed in good faith; if it is necessary to falsify documents, documents, if it is necessary to get close to the honey pot jobs offered to the" privileged", and to skimp on the benefits that triple.

    It is only the increasingly difficult, mean everyday life, the routinely persistent disillusionment, the degeneracy that m...

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    BETWEEN INTERMEDIATE BANDS

     

    Only for a heartbeat, until halfway between the brain antennae and the body's molecular cells, at boundary points, the unknown dead zone Point, which is held captive by the timed countdown according to human law, becomes palpable. Out there is still a vast world disguised as conscious, but with false logic, sinking into the filth of decisions in a glaring, hypocritical domain. Because the catapult of life in any case takes petty revenge on the fallible man; he lures her to sleep, flatters her quietly, and later lures her in, and when she thinks her life is flowing in an orderly fashion, she is ambushed by a deliberate-unexpected, relentless, silent heart attack-death.

    Even now it seems that the average man, who is toiling for the wages of hunger, is forced to sit in the No-Man's-land of this century, which may never truly be his own: lest there be any misunderstanding that" some " will never be here either world-changing,more harmonious p...

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    VIEWERS' ROW

     

    I should be anonymous among the rows of spectators. Can there still be a faithful friend, a loving Dear, who faithfully accompanies me along my bumpy bumpy road? My shipwrecked life, playing Russian roulette over a shaky precipice, finally reveals and gives itself completely.

    I now balance like ominous times of the day - fistfuls of teardrop bitterness in the grip of an invisible palm. Blinking servant-shelter - not so much - never comforted, could send light.

    I would need the Suspension Bridges of Being so that I can hold on purposefully even alone. I've been pushed onto blind tracks many times on purpose. This unworthy, weedy, stunted Age has learned neither empathy nor human attitude without me!

    Time, like a comical patron, urges us to do something, to act, always seemingly without a response. Here, the commissar's authority is always the hair-czar, and the scientists or the well-intentioned leaders no longer speak on purpose...

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    BETWEEN YET AND NOT AT ALL

     

    An invisible chain is hanging over me. One eye is to be afraid, while the other is to beware. Deceptive career-dream-cherishing net-channels can pull the luring honey string away at any time, even under the noses of others. The earthly, needy, eye-catching stigma is worth more when you can see real tears than laughter bubbling up with fake-Maier smiles on grinning baby cheeks.

    I am like a fat spindle; I bind my shipwrecked past, my wasteful memories of desire with unbreakable Ariadne threads. I whisper into whispering ears my honesty, the pillars of my frail life. Anyone who sold himself a long time ago and now expects profit and recognition at any price stares and stalks down here with wolf eyes.

    It is known: he remains underground, without a dream career, he can hit his ankle by the careless researcher he stumbled into. A complex pyramid of corruptible faces stares at us usurper; as if the fallible, man-made virtues had long been squeezed out o...

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    TIME-SILENCER

     

    Between heaven and earth, single-minded, worn-out chip bags enrich the green vegetation in the middle of the ring. Defiant human grimaces peep at the fists of skenehead larks, where face-to-face communication is still fashionable. Where a little ceded, womanizing sly gets a horn of plenty from the tabloid media. The "I'll show you later" smolders in its prime, and just for that reason, self-consciousness - otherwise anyone can defame you: The crust is thick on the cryptic-indifference sketch of faces, and the false boasting is even thicker!

    The stage of the leprosy city is at once deceptive and insidious, as if leaden, cumbersome nodules are emerging from everywhere. Every day, new good-sounding lies are transmitted from the raven-spangled branches of Bamba's TV antennas, and one is rightfully forced to tear one's hair out, asking: Is there anyone else who believes this?! - Hungry children's starry eyes can turn into sharp cries i...

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    DEEP POLINT

    Woe to him who does not even know himself  to defiantly refuse, 
    or die simply and quietly  - and can't be silent,  he tolerated listening in
    silence with his mouth closed.  
    He cannot escape his selfish, judgmental fate:  to a
    love that is undying even from certainty,  nor to a tropical paradise,  from whom
    worthy retribution cannot be torn apart  his promise, which is then fulfilled with
    interest.    

    A worm gnaws at his brainwashed brain and heart.  A dried thorn remained 
    also the misunderstood declaration of loyalty.  - You don't need a hand, a hug, or
    comfort  - woe to the one who needs to be alone  to bear the cross he endured.  He
    can't be happy,  agreement, relationship harmony;  an irritable temper gathers in
    his soul,  lava rage all the way  to the look that cuts like a scalpel ...

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    MANIPULATED TEMPTATIONS

     

    Our days become nothing to be manipulated, because we always miss something. We cower like miserable dogs for paltry pittance in front of powerful, good-for-nothing little kings, stooge businessmen, crooked lawyers - and we miss something in every Deed.

    Because some secret element, some human attitude, some tolerant way of life, has been reduced to a missing link. It is in vain to try the donkey-ladder of prosperity, the sehonnai, bitang scholasticism of assertion, in vain to cajole, to mouth, to fight for it - if the Whole is already lacking much!

    Some privileged people may be content with privileged luxury dream suits, - the individual is missing something. They long in vain for a happier, settled, settled Existence - because Man, reduced to an animal, is missing something.

    We would plant the tiny spark of the All in your golden-hearted coffin, but the priceless star-eyes lack something. The World lacks humanity - Man lacks something....

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    FORWARNING

     

    Like pathetic idiots, the darting pernahajders from a disco loiter in the streets, while the dingy clouds of dirty, grey dawns turn into streams of water. Not one yet wonders what will be next, and that Life should begin.

    I'm often tired of being poked by the Real. I'm disillusioned with the sneaking, sneaking silence, which, like a snitch, follows me like a shadow, and tries to suck me in like a shadow. I have become disillusioned with promises that ring as well as with empty consolations that somehow we should endure and prosper here in this no-man's land.

    For this is what is already being heard from everywhere by the eagerly nodding and bleating sheep and enthusiastic goats: 'Oh, how good it is that new projects, plans and dreams are deliberately being put on the back burner, and if anyone speaks up, it is an untimely accident or an accidental assassination, lest anyone should be held responsible! What for?!

    Ahead of ...

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    NIGHTS PREGNANT

    Dear! I had another horrible-horrible hyena-throat night last night. At three o'clock in the morning a violent arrhythmic palpitation of the heart signalled that my cells and molecules were no longer the same and that something inside me was consciously decaying, rotting. The shadows of the night had suddenly grown, and nightmares greeted me; I fell into a molasses pit of threatening darkness, unable to pull myself out, for fangs were gnawing at my plump, fat flesh. Such beastly-brutal nights I have seldom had in thirty-one years!

    I was suddenly startled, as I usually was. My cushion, like a lost soft object, lay at rest beside my bunk-bed, while I thought of you, shivering under the warm blanket! I was thinking about your last photo, when you wore a flower-patterned home, because you wanted to look responsible and serious, but were you really happy and content and not just pretending to manipulate me consciously! Your superstitious saintly look must have been sad even...

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    SURROUNDED

     

    It's business as usual. Most of us are a babbling bunch of sheep, hesitantly bellowing or explaining catastrophic idiocy! For the worms, maggots, worms, sly worms, without exception, always have to bargain with, or even submit to, a superior System which exploits and manipulates its brainwashed victims in a puff of smoke.

    What they refused to understand was why so many loyal ricinus in the stretched tunnels of the bowels, where the stench remains, like a ferryboat-land full of puppets, are replacing bidermeyer-style pre-Century confectioners' shops with new gyms. From grotesque and absurd situations, any action, any escape, can become futile!

    Why do you feel that, as a European, you are still alone and surrounded; like someone who has fallen between rails, a slow, dying montage binds you, suffocates you. You can no longer be at home or free in your city: you are a slavish Sisyphusian beast, carrying weighted chains! They point at each oth...

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    FAREWELL

     

    Someone died in the house again. The trumpets of Jericho were silenced, while the choir of the archangels was silenced... A stormy Zhivago wind raged outside, but strangely enough it did not tear the fluttering veil of the cedar. The light of the tiny, pissy tea-tubes illuminated the garbage bin next to the lift, where cockroaches and beetles often fought their petty power struggles among themselves for some food.

    Is life that simple?! Dust and ashes, stray memories left behind? An old, delicate lady, in the form of Miss Daisy, always offered me freshly baked meringue, and while I was curiously looking in her library room for secret manuscripts and books, long since lost, I could hear some of Mozart's and Beethoven's musical overtures coming through from the living room. When he was in a bad mood, he preferred to play Chopin and Schubert.

    Where could all these years have gone? And where have his selfish, despicable family members and rela...

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    FULL-GLASS

    If it weren't for the big-world back-idiocy of Life imitating the camera; when even noir-clichés are something other than real romance. The actresses chew gum and gumdrops at will, run around with their smartphones during breaks in filming, and when they get close to the camera, they don't look like their former, more vigorous selves. And they have invited the same pathetic, grotesque embryos a dozen times to their respective tabloid shows, just to make the already fast-moving time pass a little more quickly.

    The media in question are going mad with this kind of thing, when the ratings are at Himalayan heights, while none of the presenters are direct enough or service-minded enough to contribute to the great central whole with a poem or prose.

    While they are constantly kissing four-legged pets in the curious crosshairs of cameras, when has it ever been said once: I would try to make friends with the simple, ordinary people! The radio shows are perh...

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    LIVING THE USELESS FUTURE

    You want to hurry it more and more. When you're a child you hysterically demand instant adulthood so you can be taken seriously. When you grow up you are often unable to decide which side you are on. And later, stumbling half a foot to your grave, you realize that you've been left infinitely alone, unable to let anyone worthy of you near you. At half-past three in the morning, you crawl up and down your room like a wandering spirit, because you want to scrape together the shattered fragments of the night, just like your ruined life.

    As if you were the only one who felt that waiting, hoping, hoping was almost laughably absurd, grotesquely futile. It is demonstrably all-consuming, a black-hole mass, like most of the cat-and-mouse chess games forced upon you in everyday life. You can still hear the members of the drunken cyber-ass generation, converted from discos, throwing bottles at the walls of houses, which become polluted, and the whole city resembles a huge flea...

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    AGE-WASTING

    Countdown. Like when a baby tries to walk; first he balances on four legs with a hesitant wobble, then he tries a little more daringly on two, then he falls, fidgeting and tumbling. But while one of the babies shakes itself easily and continues to try, the weepers are not so easily comforted by their parents.

    And so we move on for days, months, and later decades, and yet in many cases we feel that little changes. As they approach the compromises of solutions, there are always one or two wisecracking idiot-buffoons disguised as smart-asses who trash existing film ideas, workable screenplays, new contemporary literary volumes that have gone beyond many a certain limit! Why is it that the only way to get to the "forbidden literature" is through a tent of tinfoil under the counter, the increasingly bumpy road?! And when will parks be created in a meaningful way, in addition to permanent tree felling and tree planting, so that the overcrowded city does not continue to...

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    YOU WOULD BE TROUBLE!

    The problem is that you've been used to being preached at for a long time, and they say the falsehoods and lies for you! The only problem is that you can be fired with immediate effect at any time, while your buddy-buddy colleagues are flattening you like a galaxy of galaxies. Of course, if you're a keen ass-kisser, you can just as well pull out comfortably until you die. And if you're clever, you can even catch goldfish in a desert that's long since dried up.

    In the crowds, someone always disappears, so no one will miss you. And since they may know who the real culprits are, it's common practice to focus on the humble, ever-at-hand scapegoats. And, of course, they will routinely turn out a few more sycophantic sycophants who, like cancerous, pus-carrying cells, have already become part of a particular System.

    And you already feel that you would be in big trouble if it turned out that you are not desirable enough for some "Headed assholes...

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    LITANIA

     

    I who have travelled all roads: between ironed moods and mother-sad jerks, I have of necessity turned in drooling findings, whorish puppets have fisted at once madness-trend, calculating loves!

    I drag myself with swollen legs like a rude crutch: a native of drum-thought! The screams of the lousy dead could not be carried by the howling winds as I confess and judge! In my shamed and penniless ways, the worms of the cycle bite into the flesh, seeking to make a career for themselves! They will poke the urns of my ashes!

    Ambiguous Silence yet in vain surrounds me today! I'm being insidiously dragged lower and lower by the insidious trenches of self-devouring self-devouring-tinuses! Even the gnawed bones of omnipotent bliss have been taken from me by the vultures of the repaying vultures! Between their teeth they have broken Cassandra's prophesies, all-weary Prophets! - Our train-tracked bodies, bound in a single thread of rail-our world, ...

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    WATER CORDS

     

    Like a bruise, cheap, bawdy memories of slaps on the wrist pierce the walls of the soul, the everyday calvary of a murder, even though something only happened upstairs. Maybe they just left their imagination open, surrounded by bars. Maybe they recognised the little mother with the bump on her head, who wanted to pay for her medicine with the bouquet of flowers sold at the bus stop, because she hadn't eaten anything that day and her stubborn self-esteem made her wait in line at the soup kitchen.

    It is not all the same how and whether the individual deceives himself, or whether the rotten-egg consciousness grows an idiotic brainwashed obsession into a veritable giant, instead of remaining open to the intersection of questions. Where did so many of you come from with tons of faecal dumps of social-social problems hanging in seemingly unsolvable Gordian knots! What can the individual, overweight, sheepish minute-man want to do, to disguise himself in seco...

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    CLOSING CIRCLE

    Compassion may not even be measured. It comes with unexpected swiftness, like silent death or the blockage of blood vessels. It is felt in all directions, but only a very, very few exceptions are those who deserve it. You could at least hope for an unattainable balance, as you want to both survive and become a fog at the same time. It would be good to throw out the pettiness, vulgarity and abusiveness, because they are not needed.

    It would be good if no one doubted the obvious One-truths, at most the variety of manipulative, deceptive promises. It would be better to take hold of all four corners of the agitated Time and stand upside down in a tottering stupor to see who the liars are who could not lie. In action, in persistent waiting - in vain - you could not get back what you believed. The unexpected emergence of your subconscious is first present in your curved-mirrored nightmares and prompts you to a relentless reckoning of the relationship between the word and the Rea...

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    PERSISTENT ROTTING

     

    As the days rush by, I feel as if a sea of fog is rolling over me, the sinister world of sanda-sunyi is coming closer and closer. If I stay on the ground a little longer, I'm already at the point where - perhaps - there's no more.

    As the flattening, sickly heart beats inside me, threatening me with a heart attack, and I am often left out of the decreed Fate-plans by the over-tired Tomorrows, I suddenly shake myself and retreat into my mole-ridden cavity.

    As now everything and everyone is give-and-take, do-or-die, and no one would care that the brainwashed reason is running to its selfish, idiotic doom, while the dumbed-down intellect is only an extra, and the peak is when everyone can disguise himself and become a Celebb.

    As it all seeps through me, like a stinking sewer or manure, and I keep getting caught up in the camp of lying giddies who don't want to help or improve the situation, but deliberately worm their way into t...

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    AS THE BURDENS OF THE EARTH GROW HEAVY...

     

    As Existence first seems to sink, then falls back into itself with a spasmodic cocooning, and seems to crack, like vile clockwork springs, the curvatures proclaimed sacred, involuntary convolutions - the evil-unworthy intrigues, the petty little manipulations embedded in the contours of faces disappear.

    The unknown Destiny-Finite, of which man is always a part as a tiny speck of dust, also traces an inextricable disposition, from which it is increasingly difficult to unwind the assured evasion, the descending destruction of the tragedies of fate of everyday life. As one should see the Reality through the true pearl of almost inconceivable tears, and weed out the sins behind the helping intention, before insidiousness and false credulity rub against each other; one can seldom powder the stigma-scars engraved in the soul!

    As the hand of protection, offering protection, reaching out to you through a curved mirror, perhaps a cousin of Death, it would...

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    SUBTLE DIGGING

     

    Diving out of the total stomach-churning, pre- and post-testing hell-bent on vomiting, when you think you've got it all under control, but the good stuff is yet to come. No one suspected, knew details, just Vates-secrets from the insecure Sors, the human tide of wretched evil: we tried to somehow scrape the infected thorns, the stigma-wounds from each other's shipwrecked souls, which we had endured for more than four years in the dying half.

    It never occurred to us that we might be right! Anything but the degraded slavery of the oppressed, humiliated slaves at the bottom of the pyramid! Let not those who despised the enduring power of literature, poetry, and the fidelity of words, come through us. - We lived thus locked in the sumo-whale body of a sunken world, to a beat, and often shivered as if we were shut up in the neighbourhood of the North Pole.

    There was no question of a delicate balance, of a teacher-student relationship based on ...

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    WHO CAN WANT GOOD?!

    Why are you still hoping?! Do you think that someone who can easily see that you have collapsed, like a house of cards collapsing quickly and easily, will find out something important about you? That you're in big trouble because the doctor said it's okay to live for another fifty-nine years?! Did he want to know anything with the intention of helping you in a sincere, unselfish way, or was it just to please him, that he could play cheap, murderous games?

    Or is it just the indirect feeling of "well, it's you again" and "what if" that flashes through your mind, like the brainwashed consciousness of a burnt-out neon sign, as it deliberately bites and kicks you, when you yourself are already writhing in a fetal position in the muddy ground. In retrospect, you scrutinize your mirror in the curved mirror, which you can feel and know - for people - tells the truth, and whether you can be sure that you have always been yourself, or are just a pale ...

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    THE CALVARY OF MODERN WOMEN IN THE 21ST CENTURY

    My sincere congratulations to the ultra-modern, ultra-hot, squeaky-voiced, brain-botoxed Diva ladies of today! The modern age of the modern woman is no longer about the enhancement of her mature knowledge - it's more about the instant and total depletion of her nice gold coins and pretty little bank accounts. The irises of their sneaky, digging eyes are made up, painted, even though the haunting midnight paints the more sinister night in simpler colours.

    They smear their collagenized lips with poisonous red lipstick, like those vengeful petty little harpies, or dangerous famme fatale, in whose souls alone human frailty shines. Why not look instead at the softer make-up and simpler but more elegant dress? Your peacock-necks are all glitter, with forty-eight-carat diamond necklaces; and you don't want to know it, but they are all fake trinkets, petty jewels. The true, eternal One-treasure would dwell in your hearts, in your human gestures, if you would go to a crying...

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    WITH ARROWS OF EMOTIONS

     

    Like a hunted, miserable animal lost in the great round forest, And can hardly find its way home, The sacred web of my memories and the finding of the One-False drives me on, Wild thorns tear my old-man's face, But the nymph-daughter of the seas I shall know sooner or later. We stand facing each other, face to sea, like two human star-tits, and she will be the one to place her swan-hand in my hand, and as I hold her white lily-fingers in my iron fur-palms, an electric, tingling magnetic current will pass through the secret All-connection of our immortal souls...

    We walk together, like the redeemed, to the little village, while the spirit of the great mountain slumbers like a volcanic cone silently behind us; only our hands are intertwined, like the amber of a wandering amber, ever closer. In the irises of her two superstitious eyes The wavering bliss and harmony melt Into a mischievous smile, and I see in her face That without words her golden heart of...

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    PULPING STONE

     

    Today I no longer write about myself as I once did as a grasshopper, when I was trying to take the faintest hesitant steps on the ladder of Life. I am well past thirty now. Often I am still seized with the childish, honeyed desire that I should take refuge in the corner of my former nursery from what really hurt me, hiding and playing the games from which Life deliberately kicked me away; for I had to become a civil servant and could not bear the company of liars. I was soon fired!

    I often envy the friendly child who simply hands over the matchbox car or the LEGO set of hundreds of thousands to the other child, because he knows that what counts in the game is to be equals, not opponents. The city's heavy fog would be nice to replace with sunshine yet - as a grumpy, nagging bachelor, I'm turning inwards in autumn. The neon lights of the tomb-crypt blot out even the shreds of Reality, until at last it's hard to tell the difference. From dawn till...

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    STONE-BOARD

     

    The hours have long since run out... so greedily, and perhaps viscerally never before, he gobbled up the victims and prisoners of Time with a brutally cruel grin, as if he could already know when, where, what was coming. We no longer dare to look each other in the honest eyes for fear of the even more absolute, predictable consequences of absolute Truth.

    Perhaps I have never felt so much that I could lose anyone around me at any time. I could say: I'm already totally tired, melancholy and fed up with everything in a short journey, - but now heavy plans are strangling my heart, because survival of the day is now the pathetically insidious game of cat and mouse. I know well: it would be easier to liquidate or sell everything, and to lie down in the calm of the shore like peaceful fishermen in andalusian silence; but he who is always struggling with the nasty pain of his restlessness, his not-quite-contracting, never finds it easy to give up.

    Ma...

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    THE CURRENT OUTSIDER IN BUDAPEST

    This city is a stranger to me! And I was born here once! During the day, my sore throat is stung by the exhaust fumes and the obscene, obscene human speech, while at night, my eyes are ruined by the twisted, pale light. A faltering soul, confined within the walls of a murderous labyrinth, watches over me, and sometimes whispers its answer: "Take care, for no one else will."

    Daily I am forced to throw over my shoulders the gaudy purse of this wicked city of Nineveh, while my slithering, stumbling, miserable Sisyphusian feet are constantly bumping into obstacles. I have great wanderings to resolve, but there is always something missing from the whole: adequate wages, financial resources, or human, derailed relationships - at the foot of echoing, echoing crags, perhaps I'd better hesitate-perhaps I'd rather stop and go backwards myself.

    I am greeted by a crowded serpentine of caravans on a pot-faced highway: suddenly almost everything in the world ...

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    BETWEEN TORN MUSINGS

     

    How are storm-torn Golgotha Wounds renewed? The handholds of Being no longer forget While rays' diagonals cross! Through the gaps of torn heart-beats the redeeming hope pierces: it shines through, hesitant as a wounded memory! We should cling to a handful of wills, it will not be too late! Among our dripping-water fears, it would be good to cling to protective handholds! The career-breaking wretches trample each other like a herd, and the naked truth of their skin-tight nakedness can never be proved by childish helplessness!

    On the wandering and wandering soul the silence falls! Unnoticed it steals through the catacombs of the inner self; The romantic moments left on the pillow leave a mark on our wrinkled faces! The witnessing watcher waits for awakening in a common, ostracized solitude! - From islands of instinct-depths the Universe roars while for the umpteenth time patience shames itself, why it could not be more persistent and more resilient! We a...

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    NO WAY OUT

    Here, my dear, there is hardly any way out left, October is bewitching the trees into red oranges, until they become skeletons with rattling bones, we are one with ourselves on a road consecrated by the vibrating scales of foliage... We have known for a long time! We have been lost, and in this great and complex ancient labyrinth of ancient Babel, in the confusion of a horde of people, there is no way out.

    Now we are still waiting hesitantly, standing in the metamorphosis of the 21st century, wondering when, where and how self-help can come. A million cosmic silver stars accompany our hopeless walk. Here, the brainwashed have long been deliberately confused by a merry congregation of vacuous, self-aggrandising propaganda, fake preaching, and big-breasted, jiggering celeb-monkeys. And the apostate, totally disillusioned little man is going through his life like a Stanovist animal forced to wear a prisoner's pelt, working more and more, always with no prospects, because ...

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    EVERYDAY STATIONS

    Like a mute, alien star among Men, like a fired, outcast, pitiful little minute-man among the rest; a frateless, and companionless prodigal Aggastyan - I must walk alone, forced to walk the pathlessness of the crooked roads of intent: my shell-maiden, though she protects and even shelters me, I have long felt that nothing in this World can be quite right!

    Those who once proclaimed themselves my friends, now stare at me like a broken mirror, with poisonous thorns flashing in their eyes. Is it all in vain? I see it's still the same old idiotic song: they don't want to understand! They stagger along the donkey-ladder of Life and careers never had, and like oxen and brainwashed steers they even sell each other out with a calm heart. Some would decorate the contours of my chubby face with a broken beer bottle.

    The Director, the lawyer with whom I once kneaded mud in the sandpit to build a fancy sandcastle palace, drives around in his shiny luxury car and sees ...

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    ORDINARY RUIN-PICTURE

     

    Through the decrees of cruel indifference Like a deaf and dumb shadow The wounded Man stumbles like a deaf and dumb shadow: the detail of passing It would be well to forget, deciphered! Existence: a forced waiting at the gate of another unknown dimension! Appearance-lessness for pop-culture Celebrity-Fiasco self-serving self-indulgence! Man-hunting, gullible girls flailing around like precious commodities, disposable trophies!

      On the diva-make-up of faces may soon damp crevices stretch, Which the cosmetics of gold-phonals can seldom conceal! The awakening of progress is still but groping and squinting! Shadows are nesting on the conscience of the seers, that they may learn cautious fears!

    The years become in us wilted rose-petals - and had we been better to be breakers, and caracane wanderers: world-destroying transience may take hold for the umpteenth time! Obscene provocative obscenities are now laughed at by all, when their humanity owe...

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    WORDS OF ACCOUNTABILITY

     

    I don't know if it's a crime or just a hoax, but here I am in a hidden corner of the world where I've been watching a million and one years of a gutting, bustling, populous, strange herd of people. Alas, it is not what it once was: when the writer was the poet's orator against Fate and Destiny. Now each one bends and bends this way and that according to his fancy. Men's mean and dark souls are a bloody, pitch-black velvet, like the shroud of death, and would not help the fallen or the crippled once!

    I do not know whether it was a sin, or merely a coward's fear of faith, when in my naive blindness I would have loved in and around myself a Separate Peace, harmony, found Happiness, and in my haste I would not have been alarmed by the horns of cars, the cursing, vomit-sitting speech of motorists. The frost is slowly falling on my grey, dove-grey head As I approach forty, and it would be good if sanity and the grimace of reason-born admo...

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    ENOUGH OF TOMORROW

     

    People! You too will see that here there can be nothing left but the captivity of Time and Space! The cry of unworthy millennia, piled one on top of the other, then wasted. And somewhere in a gangrened, Martian Nineveh, in the symbolic no-man's-land, where diving Saturn walks on chained chains of chains of chains of chains of chains, on white bones, the avenging power of Destiny finds us and with a compassionate old man's face says to us: "Nothing has changed in this muddy Earth!"

    Above a once peaceful, playground landscape, skyscrapers made of clouds grow, and the slepp-bands of inaccessible nouveau riche little kings laugh uproariously, arrogantly, at the social pyramid, seeing where He is, while the miserable millions no longer have any cooked food, except for potatoes that are condemned to dryness. Two secret words are needed here: empathy and tolerance!

    How many more centuries, clinging to the spiral of Space and Time, must...

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    UNPEACEFUL

    Yes, I have seen the Son of Man, as the grotesque-grimace of Gorgo's face turned into a grimace, and he grinned a deep, murderous grin, and then snorted like a cheap, petty pig. At first the naive childish soul ached, and then the stigmata of the festering wound, like a stigma, bursting open and sewing, from which a storm of scorching flames raged.

    Humiliating, disappointing was such a deliberate, gallant, despicable public humiliation procedure, as it was from the schools to the so-called comfort camp of the Universities. Vulnerable Man was stunned into himself and then, in cynical, cynical ways, disillusioned first with himself and then with the undeserving World in one fell swoop. The brainwashed, sheepish minute-men engaged in a mad dash, like a ragtag horde of otherworldly horde against each other. No one could ever know whether the glorious scientific professors, associate professors, assistant professors, were each other's complicit allies, or merely the equ...

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    SOUL-BODY INTERACTION


      
    When the secret dialogue of things, feelings, gazes, before the deceivable, foolish eyes, is already unnoticed, the often unpredictable instincts and desires of the decoys and shadows are transformed into petty, false essences. 

    Subject and body become one, and like calculating accomplices silently and silently await the final Nirvana fulfillment. In the calculated, enduring trenches of their ecstasy, if you like, bare bones, wounded teeth and soft, hard tissue are curled against each other. 

    The hidden, superficial truth, like the tenuous, self-serving romance, is becoming increasingly difficult to remedy. A more concentrated focus sharpens the precise contours of eyes, mouths, faces. It is as if one were a marksman, hunting only for an inviting target, and when he sees a tangible prey, he suddenly and unexpectedly strikes. 

    In the mind of the clattering mind, Time is always shattered. Attention sharpens and t...

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    HARNESSED EVENINGS

     

    If the threatening, moonlit evening, like a wild, restless spectre of ghosts, should come upon me with its hyena claws, I shall have dipped my broken, pitiful life in a million times in a pitiful shower of true pearls, in vain; it can be neither more cheerful nor happier. For now I flatten myself against the broken, rocky wall of fever, like a huddled, heartless Silence, how the ordinary man-trying existence of the everyday wears my whole inner presence.

    I have waited in vain for a loving heart to comfort me, for a romantic sunset, for the redeeming, tender caresses of a sympathetic gesture; for softly lulling words of endearment to caress, to beguile, to soothe, to chase the threatening darkness from my head. Cheap tramp-maid has long been the ragged Life, I should watch and beware, ever suspicious.

    If the night should fall upon me like an assassin sneaking through a railway station, or a train's screeching death-scream, I would repay my bro...

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    Exemplary backbone

     

    On the great Cold Mountain, October's Midas, dripped and moulded from wax changed into a golden age, my half-shy and hesitantly aimless soul lingered aimlessly! The mountain-veterans, with their giant ridges, like magnificent triple kings, like servile and witnessing soldiers, knowing and trusting only in royal defiance, stood in Börzsöny the roar of the ancient mother-natural hurricane-horn and horn from the capricious Chserhat!

     And like the iron-willed old man, plowed and hardened in the furrow of Time, with the stubborn stubbornness of the great Cold Mountain, like the donkey once or twice held himself with a strained and straight back, because he believed in his andesite and nickel-veined bones that there would come a time when he would endure and take up the four seasons' storm as a gauntlet! I have tried to draw an example and humanity from you!

     And I have tried to defend my conscience with the same stubborn de...

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    Wish

     

    Don't tell my little girl, "Daddy, I hate you so much!" - Let her be in a rosy-happy mischievous mood all the time. Let her run lovingly to her mother, and with chubby little hands gently tear her a pearl of pearl blossom. She should not be lonely and lonely and lonely when I am gone. Her soul should not remain as turbulent and gloomy as the restless, murmuring sea.

    Cinnamon powdered sugar is fit for a milk-egg, for her cherubic deceitfulness demands it. It would be nice to be a child with a clownish, merry mood, and play and play and play. For the absolute adult is often rather an evil giant, who shames, frightens and is not trusted.

    The life of the new, strong-willed princess is as balanced and self-indulgent as ever: what is it like to be a rebellious, contrary adolescent? Will she often defy her parents' wise and foresighted admonitions, or will she just go her own way, like her father?!

    I would say after her, I ne...

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    WANDERING THE CROOKED ROADS

     

    My colombus-egg teenage dreams were shattered again and again. In the depths of my darkened repository-room, im looking apart, my relationships - if any - have become as light, as smooth as bad, abscessed teeth loosened, ruined. For with struggling, enduring loyalty I have left with Carthusian-nemian intent those who have deceived, betrayed, or just trampled me in the mud at their pleasure.

    From the fierce, gyehenna-crossings of roads, as from those hellish Daredevil pucerai, I have deliberately turned aside and rather withdrawn. Now I feel only that I have given up so much in so many useless, useless decades, because I should have lived somehow. And since then I have been treading on ever-sinking, shipwrecked tomorrows, and as everywhere pits, dams and obstacles, where hyenas and wolves have torn the childish Ego. I feel my life hanging like a hangman's noose on my neck like a scabby necklace.

    The bastion of my seven-locked existence, like B...

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    THE JAWS OF WEAKNESS

     

    Tolerating with half-hearted humility - I've long since discovered and accepted - I must go on! - I cannot lay my cross-questions and cross-questions, as one who, a far traveller, hopes for guidance, To a crowd of men called Men! The system-contexts of the world have been lost for twenty years or so, then the tight yoke of yoke has strangled, and drawn and squeezed with determined and purposeful will, the ordered daily life of our lives, nowadays the exaggerated and cheap freedom seems to forget the moral spirit of order and the fact that independent thought can still be a breeder of fertile ideas, and to trample in the mud, without regard for humanity, the half-witted characters who wish to create and bear witness to humanity!

    Let us all look into the intellectual mysteries of ourselves, and with a gentle and accepting word confess: an honest conscience, perhaps we shall have the backbone of will to put together the whole theory of the unbreakable tru...

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    A WARNING TO THE MAN

    My friend! Listen now to every word, deed and action spoken, for we walk among traitors and traitors, forced to walk, and what you must refuse tomorrow - perhaps - will be your shame on the gallows. You will stand mocked, defeated, ashamed, before your former Bosses, your powerful, slavish Directors, like scapegoats or scoundrels.

    If you do not have to, you must not, like a superfluous colonel, curve your own roadblock in the way of your own Fate and your own path; let everything go its own way, let all the cogs turn! For once you show your other mask-face to the already hypocritical-false World - be careful - you may be humiliated, mocked, just as you were in your toddling pumpkin-head days again. Thy life is threatened by the threatening, fake word, now as meaningless as honour, or a handshake given only once, as a prelude to unconditional trust.

    It is no longer possible that till the last minutes the biting, sobbing choke should not be confessed at least to th...

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    PREFACE POSTPONED

     

    Perhaps the poet was always new. He only began where the unruly, despicable Executioner's Time had already encroached, and ended where the blindfold was closed over his head. His hand was constantly restrained. First the rough, restless years, then the scheming, false pushers, the vile little cheap Johns, the ever-more populous congregation of the Rise of Janchik. And while the elaborate, cultivated dance was going on, where they were celebrating the colour and flower of contemporary, modern literature among themselves, as if they had now deliberately forgotten the hidden or merely unknown Anonymus, who perhaps deserved the same justly baptised praise!

    A crowd gathered in the former coffee-house. And while mainly poems and small prose passages were spoken in slightly whining, distorted microphone voices, some talented actresses seemed to have forgotten not only the manner of the accents, but also the emotional tones of the poems; how and how to say the...

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    LETTER TO MR. B.B.

     

    My friend, tell me the cool One-Truth! To whom, and when, will you give an account of yourself on an idle afternoon, when you are a castaway, when you are only covering yourself with barren silence and making up new excuses for your alibi, what have you been doing for thirty-nine years?!

    Here and there in your humble, petty little life have come and gone troubles and troubles, enemies and friends. You must have known that you were lying to yourself, for you deliberately deceived your naive childish soul, only by thinking that if you wished, the world and its tangled, confused things would change!

    And here you stand, totally bereft, numb... Like a big pile of cow-dung, it's a shame how you'd open your two hairy Enkidu hands, still encouraging, asking for help, to those who never wanted to know you truly, fully, and wondering about the great Nirvana-Semen, when the frivolous accusation swarms upon thee-but how often hast thou deliberately f...

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    SOCIAL DEPTHS

    A vivacious, insidious copper-cedar Kor cannot deceive me. Behind the vain guise of sincerity, sweet-tempered, frothy-mouthed Janus and their botox goddesses would dictate the trendy baton, but why, when the great lowered average beggar-poor-poor?!

    Action, action, the human word, has become a thing to be cast aside or even forgotten. Nowadays, everyone is a selfish, tame vegetarian. On the surface, there is an aching, stagnant, dull confusion.

    Dirt and rubbish with the same highbrow label. Layers of junk. And if some could still boldly proclaim, there can no longer be the deepest compliments, romance, polite speech instead of bunions and burping chanting orgy of chanting, they do each other the nicest.

    It is as if in a sea of oily, lime-licked sea, once familiar faces were to be rediscovered, once alive, once again. The easy-come, easy-goose-egg careers of presenters and yarrow-flowers are all in vain on the channels of fake, fake tabloid media. The age...

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    REVISED PURPOSES

    As the leaves drift into themselves in the deserted forest, instead of the eternal, light, wind-driven festive dance of waves, they roll echoing noises collected in ourselves. They've been suffocating themselves with exhaust fumes, teenage thurkas, obscene grotesque obscenities. 

    Broken careers, pipe dreams after heavy millions, sob to the beat of a missing death. And whoever now seeks to prosper by any means will be a tyrant of one mind, like the horde of accomplices in the traitors' dens. 

    Death and passing, moreover, always impeccably clothe their mortals in old age - And while some may or may not see the transition between part and whole in tiny cogs, they drift till they can hold their own, the Adys leaves. 

    Among the swaying branches of the twisted, honey-coloured lights, a single old-age stain of our rattling, shipwrecked life bends like a hesitant shadow, folds itself. Through the velvet of your heart your last moments hav...

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    HALFWAY THROUGH THE COUNTDOWN

    In his heart beats a mustache, gnawing the boundless helplessness. He who is left alone for ever can have no time and no one. In the stripping of the seasons The twilight dips its rich golden feathers When autumn comes again. He who is left alone can no longer be comforted by the living or the dead. Unread Apocryphal motions hang on the walls of Time; our moments of memory gradually thicken: the bleeding, leaking wounds of cells are bound up, voluntarily or out of pity! 

    Those who are left alone ponder a melancholy admission: perhaps they have always stood alone against the threatening World. The Indian winds of time are but fragments of his memory. Nor can a defenseless alliance of defiance provide the impartiality needed to forge new relationships. 

    To create a sacred protective system out of friendships is almost totally impossible. He that is left alone, let his word be a tame knock, his look a hard glare. It can do no more! He should gather the mea...

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    AUTUMN-POEM


    You understand Autumn. You cannot deny it. The tamed twilight rays of the shortened, languid days, with their melancholy moods, glimmer in your soul and do not let you go. Thou understand'st: like the tormenting shroud-maid, it falls upon thee and encircles thee. The smiling almagerezks once charmed Thy sweetheart's tender finger-tips, While the tinkling peach jam boiled and rotted in the rump of the pot. Yet, if all is well outside, why are you cold and shivering with nightmares, with the darkness that clings to you?!

    Thy reasonable self-confidence and thy path can be built in redeeming light alone. Sees its fate the restless Soul, that longs for continual rebellion, for chain-shattering... And while the night then with the heavy wings of dawn Shrouds me, so good would it be to feel the faithfulness of Trust, which may never fade, Forbidden by every law of man. Thou art now thirty-nine years old... canst thou yet be sixty-two? And will there then be a Man ...

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    AS A CLUTCHING STRANGER

    How can you remain spotless here, when your soul is already merged in the darkness of the core, and never asks how or how you could have escaped the gallows of your person, the smaller and bigger attacks of your Jelened?! For friends and acquaintances have all left you...The clattering rails that sound near the railway station echo through the coils of your brain; in the clouded darkness you pull your blankets well over your head, for the dawns of the present dawn have become chilly and shivering!

    Thou thyself hast known long since that thou canst not escape, Hiding in the filthy, milky Nineveh-mist of blameless Pest, a late friend - if he has but little time - may yet lead thee firmly and stubbornly by the hand in the dismembered, but unsectioned night. Your spiritual energies are slowly exhausted, for you know not in whom, when, and how to trust! You can't hold out that long anyway: half unconscious, half in a waking coma! What vile nonsense it seems: "Get yours...

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    LIKE SOMEONE CAUGHT IN THE RED


      
    He consciously ripens within himself, like a negro seed Between Life and Death, the survival of everyday life. Those constantly preparing for a long journey should not yet be dragging on the already precious Time.

    From wall to wall you can hear the sickly, Sehonnai calvary of the heart turning in on itself. I listen soundlessly to the silence inside, while my face is stained red with the grim shame that so many have promised and vowed, but only a few have kept their word, even one! 

    I should learn again to believe in hypocritical miracles. It seemed to lie trembling through my tears: the alchemy of my prodigal memories. 

    I'll fall, I feel, and then fall again, like the aging, old, doddering Sisyphus. On drums of silk they would be beating in my ears, if I let them, by teasing fox-demons. My dreams are always taking me to depths unruly, for they have never been able to rise above the captivity of my unworthy, pit...

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    IN A MUSIC STORE

    Let's take the '68 Gibson electric guitar, or Les Paul: labelled U.S.A., it has a wildly full sound, and when the crystal-clear dust settles on its steel strings, it sounds steely and gritty. A guy with a dreadlocked haircut comes up to me and immediately snaps, "Hey buddy! Put the instrument back in its place! You don't have any money, so what are you playing for!" - I am even a little amused, through tears, by the rise and fall of the latest jerk-pancake manners.

    I haven't had my human tongue spoken to me for a long time, but this time I must confess to being modestly surprised. "Excuse me, my dear sir, but you can hardly lure customers into your shop with that mentality," I humbly put in quietly, for even the moderately pronounced presence was being eroded by the neo-culture of 21st century tawdryness. Barely eight minutes later, a guy in a big vest and a proudly-necked leather jacket enters, a sort of Jim Morrison offspring, perhaps ...

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    ATTIC REFLECTION

     

    I went up to the attic, no longer a pumpkin-headed brat, but a dreamy old man in his thirties. The diagonally sloping wooden staircase really shook me. A dank, deathly smell hit my olfactory senses. As if darkness were a silent enemy rather than a comforting friend. I piled my old literary volumes, albeit not in alphabetical order, next to the draughty, solid brick walls, where a large reaper spider was dreamily weaving a web to reawaken my fears.

    Increasingly, I trust the everyday, well-worn routines more than anything else, I can feel them: they will not lead me astray, and perhaps they never will! As if we need each other. For me, to be able to reflect with common sense, for them, to get rid of centuries of dust.

    To look so godlike beneath the concrete, bricks, and structure of the roof. As if I were in the spiny belly of a whale, from which the only sure way out is down. I shouldn't stumble on the cursed, much-lost memories of my childhoo...

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    ON UNKNOWN ROADS

    When we were born, the soul-body boundaries were still open, only later to branch out. Our childhood passed beneath the open bura of wire incubators. We clung to our favourite storybooks at night, when our parents had long since slept the sweet dreams of the righteous, and had forgotten the comforting, encouraging bedtime story. We had learned long ago that there will always be Witches, Dragons and Evil Men, because it is hard to forget something once and for all, and that the moment of redemption is often delayed.

    When a tiny, egg-shell future was still dangling on our dwarf shoulders, when a tiny little girl stretched out her needle-sharp tongue towards us, and did not hold our chubby hands, because the poor little boy always wet himself and had to be changed. For lack of visibility, we became more and more transparent. Perhaps we ourselves can no longer understand how and how?! It is as if we are now everywhere chasing after the semblance of petty compromises, chasing o...

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    LIFE-CRUMBS

    My friend, he who does not cheat, steal, lie, shall fall to the ground in short, and worms shall devour his flesh and bones. He's in the shadows, and waits for years, days, months, for a benefit, a raise, a pension correction. And yet he lives a piece of his life paralysed, with a walking stick and sick, forced to hope.

    Like a rope-dancer on a drying-rope, the minimum of existence, pushed into uncertainty, swings on a drying-rope; Time and memory spin dried potatoes and pale, vestigial onion-skins. The latest five-year draft! Life is now a superficial pretence-game, a sparring cat-and-mouse struggle, like the round-faced moonbeam in its twisted muck. All is but coming and going and soon departing, like girlfriends, wives, sweethearts.

    One was taken to hospital with a bleeding ulcer, another with cirrhosis of the liver, a third has his brain incessantly gnawed by a tiny tumour-worm underneath, and when he is put into the MRI machine, the secret Morse signal of...

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    IN THE JUNGLES OF EVERYDAY LIFE

     

     If existence had taught me to avoid its merciless and often unjust judgments, I should certainly not have been a chattering, stumbling, half-wit boy, but rather a tough man of steel, blessed with characanism, who meets the world's oppressive challenges with a sure, sure, mature bell-ringing! If I had known that ancient, one true prayer, that when I am pressed by inevitable need-perhaps some one will stand by me, and once to teach me not only to appreciate how hard life has dealt with me,-but to learn by mastery the paternal or jungle-phonies of existence! Every man is taught by himself to go on in toleration on the compass paths of life, - to find out, when the hardest goal is reached, how to make peace and then to accept it in wavering solitude, as if discovering, according to the latest wise counsel, how and in what way to accept the wishes of life?

     Today I see! - All my blessed loved ones have protected me, and guarded me, so that even t...

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    ANNO THE 90S

     

    We can only really understand each other: the old, never-agreeing accomplices, the outcast and the silent friend abandoned at the dawn of childhood. We have but to look at each other with a wink, and our milk teeth, long since fallen out, have shuddered: "How could the calculating, gallant wheel of the world turn so?" we ask, but our question is answered with a shudder.

    We've been each other's accomplices for so long, like married couples or lovers in love: we know about each other's foolishness, even in a state of joy and sorrow: we've picked up rubbish and bags of crisps when we needed to, and while some unfriendly teenage devil stamped his foot on our scrambled-meat sandwiches with a dirty, stubby foot: "Now! You good birds! Eat off the floor if you don't want to starve to death!" they ordered us. And there were times when we ate the scattered tithes in our tearful, cowardly shame, so that we would have enough for...

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    FAREWELL TO HARLEQUIN

     


    Slowly, my memories of peace and tranquillity, which I once clung to with violence and convulsion, are leaving me, slowly, black birds with the smell of executioners are cawing ominously and cynically above me. Slowly, a deep vibrating cello sonata sound, or Jericho trombone, fades away within me.

    Gradually, a host of daily, Sisyphean troubles, petty-piteous little trials of Life's capital letter, Surround me, storms of yell-power Come on my head again; perhaps I can scarce find Calming, will-power, desire to do On the One-Cat's side, who helps me to bear, endure. Soon the optician will put a Dosahedron on my head for my new dioptric glasses.

    The love of All-ness, which once was so good to feel, like the nectar-meat of juicy, tender fruits, The power of Existence-enhancing metabolisms, slowly slowly fades away in me. The honey-collecting bee was the romance and desire that once filled me. The crystal clear memory lives in me, misc...

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    MEMORY-GUIDES

     

    How your children have grown! They are already people of another more digital, Ciber-age: they store their past memories, their lived lifetimes, only in digital formats, as if deliberately keeping themselves away from the stains of shame and other contaminants on their vulnerable souls.

    Like a stolen precious photograph - the inner seeing-eye would travel the secret Apokfif-contexts of things and emotions as long as possible. It is possible that those are more self-confident, more fulfilled, and more prosperous, who recognize the given situation and can adapt to it, of course without their all-knowing holy Ego being at all damaged.

    In the inner, bark, chitin-armour-grown self, suspicion and distrust now accumulate untamed: Could he trust in friends and acquaintances?! Would they not betray or shame their personal rights, as the mother-sad, overbearing, overbearing minutemen once did to us?! It is as if their lives were already being lived deliber...

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    FELLING-VERSE

    To paint a generous coordinate system of feelings secretly playing hide-and-seek in the engravings of familiar faces. For in the excessively superficial world outside, honesty as the only viable option has long since disappeared.

    Insidious formalities can stay with them, like unremovable make-up. Diagonal gleams in a pool of greedy, longing eyes. Who knows who she's thinking of?

    The contours of rainbow shapes caressing in light splashing bays. At once they divide and still call. They seem to expand in the equilibrium of instincts. - The unbridled Present is becoming blurred with the desires of lived memories.

    The depths of the soul are incessantly stirred by a single panting sigh, behind the rib-cage of the chest. True murderous confidence is the crocodile's cry, if its pearl be more real than visceral pain. Romance, like planet-born light, can only be born when it does not tumble in unknown confusion - but rests securely in the depths of hearts...

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    FATE-NEED


      
    The man who, unexpectedly and suddenly, is left to himself - though he is shaken, shuddered - but still he goes to meet the hangman's, bitter-smelling Fate. No friends, no eternal immortal loves, No mischievous, childish rainbow clinging To the bare, bald, worn, cold marble old man's face of existence. 

    He who is left alone at last, like a diligent and industrious herald to a homeless past, may stare halfway into his memories, as if the is and the could not be were not possible, but were reality, and would not take his voluntary exile from day to day so deathly.
    The man, though from his life, Intentionally left out of happiness, The found Dear still defiantly faces fate. For Time gnaws away his inward organs, and curses his perhaps never-seen career. 

    He thinks of eternal loneliness, and from his dreary days He gathers vanity to hope stubbornly-even to hope on. Thus in the hell-hiding, empty winter his impossib...

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    IN OUR TIME

    IN OUR TIME, where chess games are played with atomic bombs by soft dictators, while the people are either brainwashed, laughing or miserable, and where even in childhood the very young child is taught: "My dear son! What can the silent, mute poet say? What extraordinary things could he write down on a torn out notebook or a piece of paper that would faithfully reflect the decade in which he was forced to live and endure?

    In an age when NASA is sending new suitcases into space to colonise the latest satellites, and some arrogant, multi-billionaire blokes have already bought at least two unknown planetary contingents near Jupiter or Mars, and because new luxury resorts are to be built on lunar craters in the hope of greater profits, the astronaut, while eating chocolate biscuits, is probably thinking of his sweetheart, who is cheating on him again on Earth, or of his family, whom he has not seen for the last time for ten thousand light years.

    In the Age, wher...

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    IN-SIGHT

     


    Torn rainbows, detrimental, detached remnants, cast shadows drift down alleyways in deserted yards. Reiloom bean, or even worn-out clothespins, the whore's soul, teaching us to endure and survive at all costs. It bumps here and there on its pitiful fibre of life, and like a dying, alamusian comet, it buttons itself up to the chin in nakedness, and then takes off and puts on as it pleases. 
    His life is a desert swamp, steaming. His scars, torn to the bone, are almost always preserved with interest by the aging Time. A lonely, barren lunar landscape becomes the sneaking, crypt-perfect, approaching; it strips itself bare, humiliates itself in a thousand forms. 
    Schizophrenic mirrors stand tottering in the throne-room of his dreams, while lost souls yawn among themselves. The haunted midnight eyes the secret revelation with more and more scowl, but it can be known the Nothing's groove-face scratch-masked. - If the illusive creatur...

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    DAWN PONDERING

     

    I would tell you, Dearest, if I were not surrounded for seconds by a volcanic nervous disturbance, and perhaps my restless child-self would be a little calmer. At three in the morning the clattering of a freight train woke me, like a lonely shelter for suicides, and sleep was deliberately avoided. I tossed and turned on my towel, sweating and panting with beads with buckles, and never went back to sleep.

    Wait! Don't get angry yet! How shall I begin, lest thou be offended again, and the Cleopatra charms of thy superstitious womanhood? I thought you must know me very well, and you remember how empty the contours of objects are without you, and how narrow the little street is, where the traffic rushes through at a mad pace. Your body, like a secret map, is still familiar.

    A few drunken hooligan hooligans are puking and the greenish-yellowish bile of burnt spirits is gathering in a radiant puddle at their feet. They blaspheme themselves and the a...

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    SORTS

     

    To think that I might have been born a seer, I should not now have to look with suspicion and suspicion on the Galad-Gaul World and the increasingly easily bribed man in it. If I should meet a child-souled adult, I would curiously befriend him rather than tolerate being insidiously and insidiously exploited.

    We must live in an age farther and farther away. Distant harmonies can only hold us together in the borderland of Beginning and End. As mortal dust-eyes of the great Whole, we lie at the mercy of howling Executioner-Deities... I wish the One-Bearer with all his golden heart would find me, and guide me through my remaining twenty-one years. - A long-arched crumbling bridge stretches to me from my wounded past, through which will toils and staggers as well as determined action.

    A hazy ball of mist covers the still undiscovered, unknown shores, and deep inside I still feel that from here, where I now stand, I hardly have a second chance left to ...

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    FACING THE FOURTH X.

     

    Towards forty, man thus slowly takes stock of his own selfish things; he may have no virtue, only his faults and faults to read on his head. He may know very well that he is alone, like his little finger, or an aged father. Perhaps he could scarcely perceive that his dear life of One is gone, and can have no continuance. With a walking stick he knocks out his decades.

    There's no telling what more they'll demand of her: her preserved memories, her wounded past, her uncertain future, the tawdry loves of romances that have seen better days. He wonders more and more often, and even now the big, selfish child he was cannot touch him, still dwells in a little corner of his soul, pushing away those he does not trust. His childhood haunts him continually, whether he needs it or not.

    He searches his own wrinkled, furrowed face, his dove's wax curls in his distorted, grotesque mirror image, or in the faces of his children, and cannot understand...

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    SIMPLE S LABILIS

     

    Tree trembles in the wind. Autumn carries its golden chains as leaf scales: Who else knows how long? hawthorns also tremble in the evergreen shelters of mosses. Even the round cheese continent is cold in the sky. Dogs are courting, angry – the summer glow is gone suddenly! The nose, like a purple cold-throwing chimney, is swollen and is still dripping its unpleasant, murderous juices!

     A whole week of bed gymnastics was lost if the smelter of immunity had already weakened. With a rebellious whiplash, the unbridled wind brings its October scars, and in a thickening, milky-white mist, unknown faces are in a big arc and despair is solid! – A horse chestnut is alone in the craters of forgotten puddles!

     I cherished tears and spike pains in my heart while others betrayed me! And like some secretly raging Goliath who didn’t digest it once to be defeated, he demands with impatient revenge and shakes the falling skirts of the ...

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    VERTICAL-WORLD

    Now there is still a lying, calculating interest, just like a promise, a word of honor; the whispering blessing of Autumn is nicknamed by my blind, squinting eyes. It can be half past four in the morning, and in the crouching wind-dark, my restless soul is only responsible for the clicking noise of freight trains: Do you hear? You are a prisoner! That's what it clicks! "- Now the beauty is falling on each other, and jerk, no-nonsense, stuttering dirt. My quiet pleasures, if they were, did not open the seven-seal padlock in the narrowing sky of my uncertain future.

    The self-reliant, squinting soul, though it feels its selfish loss, tolerates it more and more, steps, searches blindly: Can cultured communication be fading and reassuring with two gorilla bodies, between a hazelnut-brain security guard who is only willing to let certain people into the theater, between the crowded, mass-screaming walls of nightclubs, while deliberately looking down on the simple job pr...

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    QUESTION COMPLIANCE

     

    Listen and watch, the soft, careful twilight falls unnoticed on the scales of falling rozsa-mart leaves. He gently knocks the cotton candy puffs of the rain-stricken skies all the way through. Crows toddler in reddish Avar when the evening comes. Slowly, the yellow-faced moon with jaundice walks sickly.

    Where are you dear friends, who once cried out with beautifully pleasing, pleasing sacred promises for what you believed in loyalty and compassion?! Where did the thrills of annual face-to-face encounters go when we all who considered how, when did it change so physically?

    How the real, crystal-clear loves, the confessions woven from the true pearl, the girl's requests, were left behind, when the lurking little wedding ring already suggested more than the foolish, love word: "How much I LOVE you!" "When could we really be ourselves? When did we have to listen unnecessarily to the more pathetic sermons of our slave hairdresser bo...

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    STARTING FROM MYSELF

     

    I'm not looking everywhere now. - Muff is bad because it can't do anything else, and little kings drive around in Ferraris V.I.P. party queens. Teenage girls give birth to premature babies who are left in incubator cages on purpose, because they themselves are egg-bottomed children!

    Now I would like to send a message to those who are still listening and who have declared themselves to be my eternal Friends: Do something Noble, Good in this tumultuous, liar-two-faced World, where the stronger would still trample the ant-pearl. And no one asks the hermits who raised the shell-solitude anymore: "Old father! Do you need anything?!

    It's no use looking everywhere now, because the manipulative propaganda play continues outside, and drunken, party-hooligan barons make fun of the night, when the simple, hard-working worker has long since retired, because the sober robot would call again the next day. Drunk little fish unfold new fins...

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    HOOK BILLING AND COOING


      
      

    The cumbersome chips of the pastures press on my chest. Maybe only they can know the Truth. I would draw my face to the former, because Vanhoz – is afraid - I can hardly have anything to do with it. Who can live in my prolific, tachycardia heart, which has already carried so many false diseases and ominous heart attacks?! 

    The Invisible One wonders when he takes the gracious fatigue not only to wave through my life, but to send as a truthful testimony Someone who deserves to protect, comfort, lift.

    Outside, one can always know that the unworthy Present is rolling over his head. Relentless gambling, media with false promises, and a community space full. No wonder most have long since become brainwashed. Man and history have rarely learned from the darid of losers so far! 

    Crypt faces show an unquestionable, grooved feature of magpies. Shameless unfoldings are held by hiding, flirting gaze...

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    AUTUMN ILLUMINATION

    How long ago I was nursed as an orphan child by the Summer Firestorm! Now heavy, heavy, leaden Autumn haunts me. The season now gives its juicy, succulent fruits to Nature, but who knows? It may be as it should be. Between two points even now my shipwrecked life stretches like a bow. I can hardly find peace or repose in the playful, frivolous drift of moments.

    Towards the future, it is true, I would still be dragged along by tamed roots of hairs longing for fulfilment, but the ominous smell of everyday life makes my nose sniff: "Beware, for they will pull the melodious honeyed smell away from you! In the forest of Mátraszentimre, where the deer are crying, is the little acorn tree we planted together still there? Perhaps the forester cut it down long ago, some forest animal cut off its branches.

    It would often be better to be free for good from the wombs of the Executioner-gods that hold us captive, that hinder us. I cannot leave my comfort zone - in ...

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    IMMUNITY PRIVATE SPEECH


      
      

    Like a snail shell, I waited motionless for years ... I would have waited for some celestial signal, a cacifant message, a spirit-intelligible dance of melodies, a call from the Dear when he confessed: maybe he still loves me golden, his precious heart, but he does not dare to get out of a relationship doomed to loss. The cheese-colored arches of the chalk-legged moon paint amber lights on the wall of the room stuck in the evening. 

    Memories to tumble their instincts and failures into the latent, restless obscurity. I wanted to hear about it, no matter how familiar Life develops, harmonious happiness might even find me here. 

    Attention to the traces of my vigilant, destroyed years, how the aspirations and living factors influencing existence in the way of polite, passing guests fade away and fade away from me. The blessing of Blinded Time – now applies only to some privileged. 

    The ...

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    LONGING

     

    Without exception, we cheered together, in chorus: “We finally graduated! There is no more who can torment us! After open humiliations, our favorite teachers could hardly have found a target "- As our festive colored balloons flew, our restless hearts with homesickness would have drawn abroad in the commissive voice of longing.

    ,,Buddy! Come with us to England, or wherever you want! ”They called with encouragement, promising that it would still be much better outside than locked in an uncertain, unknown vision inside. My unstoppable soul would have preferred to soar with them, but my sober food suggested something else: "You have a different task!" And although Ferihegy was close by, a winged machine monster took me away from all my purposeful, planned dreams. How simple everything seemed then!

    ,,My sweet boy! You get a low-cost ticket from me and then God from me to you! ”Said my good father as he was more terrif...

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    FOR MY MOM

     

     As soon as I grasped the only faithful fruit of your love, and as a small drop, I became an enthusiastic angel longing for consciousness and curiosity, a biological existence, a faithful and anxious flow, your priceless treasure rocking lap is like a double-pole and iron solid magnet attracted you like an unbreakable heart cord, my dear single, and sometimes fragile mother with lion faith, as a breast milk elixir that also serves to fertilize the development of a child!

     On your determined and purposeful frugal face, the beautified memories of the years and my past are preserved by the eyeballs of an ocean-blue sky, and I search and curiously try to figure out what they could have written with a will of soul, in your existence have the testimonies of the crushing of silver threads over your head? And you know how much you mean to me, some heartfelt, priceless mother!

     If, as a blessed-hearted perseverance of your loyalty as a thin...

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    BREATHING WITH HEART

     

    In the yellow room, faded, memory-evoking photographs patiently invite people to remember. The sweet, gentle scent of pink hyacinths caresses the air. Outside, in the garden, the old peach trees have long since shed their sweet, twiggy fruit, and while in the kitchen the jam was simmering, sweet and flowery, everyone was sitting at the table, eager to eat it spread on bread. With your headband, like the daughter of an industrious sultan, you stirred jam, and it was good to watch you balancing the wooden spoon between your tiny but firm fingers.

    Ominous storm-clouds threaten in thundering clouds, While in broad meadow no lightning-struck tree-stump shakes; What Apokfrif message does the troubled deep send to man? The orange sunset was all at once crimson, then purple, And conscious desolation broke upon me again! See, my dear, you have reminded me again! The farther you are from me in body, your golden soul is overflowing, visceral! The prison-guards of my ...

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    THEATHRE-RAPHSODY

     

    You see, my friend, everything is already working against us. Shards of light from a collapsing, spacious sky, like a scalpel or a sharpened knife tip, send us its cumbersome bricklaying every day. We no longer even discuss or investigate who was right: eleven or a few years of friendship can do no harm. It’s a pretty luxury thing these days to have a conscious doubt that one should back down.

    I've heard you curse and squeal heartily, even on the boards of an atomic bomb-inspionage stage, and just behind the scenes. As a poor Otello, your face was plastered by a brownish chocolate mass while your beautiful, chirping Desdemonade swept across the stage like a swan-ballerina subrette. "This ragged life has played well with us!" You sang. I can no longer say what you know you want to hear. We have both been pathetic figures out of Existence and graces! After the stage, you washed your makeup and made it totally inaccessible in your mundanen...

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    PREGNANT SHELTERS

     

    Every road is at the same time a pitiful mouse-path, an internal escape to another, perhaps more unknown, more uncertain shelter... And you can see swarms of rats swarming under the pillars of the Erzsébet Bridge, which have begun to rust. Well, what about you?! Aren't you ashamed of yourselves, usurpers, greedy, for breaking into Life like this?!

    The big yellow cheese-smelling Moon up there was also blinded. You sit up in the cotton candy sky as if you have nothing else to do but deliberately make fun of people who have lied to themselves. Its twisted, flickering light no longer casts tiger-nest shadows on the solitary cells of the rooms. All my friends, with whom I once had a connection, have left and moved abroad.

    And nowadays there are hardly even eight people in whom Loyalty is not dead, eight for whom the good old trust still shines in a handshake and an honest word! After all, the only way to get by here right now is to go hungr...

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    HUMILIATING WHISPER

     


    I've known for a long time, there's no need for nicknames, false promises, or words. I would have to finally set out bravely without even looking back, slamming doors and windows behind me.


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


    Yet, like a magnetic force, it pulls you towards you, beckons you to think that it might be possible to get by here in a different way. My longing hope often dwindles, and I start to feel empty, just like the gaping Emptiness inside me.


    I am still weak with ear...

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    PULLABLE TORSO DOLLS

     

    Why is it that nowadays you can only be a puppet on the chessboard of your life and not a person who lives and thrives?! On the branch of a spiral vortex, your existence is torn apart, and the expensive promises of treasure, promised salary increases, monthly fixed payments are cheap, paper-cup V.I.P. they put on an unfair body at parties. A lie hidden behind words, a pseudo-concept.

    Torzó-idol is broken, you have become a puppet yourself, because you believed it and let others use it as they please, and you can no longer turn back, run away, because it is not possible! Like a coddling dream-vision, so was your invisible life; you never let them really and honestly get to know you, because you were afraid of the shame of open-faced humiliation.

    This present-day festering and dirty World: a statue of luxury illusions that look like an idyll! Wild machos drive around with Ferraris and Porsche 911s, while the ladies, like exotic wildflowers, ...

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    EXIT

     

    Everything swam there, ran aground...

    It was as if I had been left alone for good in that fatal disinfectant-smelling, stale urine-smelling hospital corridor, where the Beloved, who broke up with me because of my lack of money, my Sisyphus, gave birth to two boys one after the other. And the mental stigma wound was deep and gaping, as was the mournful silence of mutual loyalties and conspiratorial betrayals.

    Two thin skeleton nurses came in and pushed the Beloved, who already had a belly the size of a barrel, into the operating room, and she complained loudly enough that she couldn't wait to finally be a more real, slimmer woman and who, like a rock, would not let out a single scream or stray sigh. heard, but epidural anesthesia is sure, which is definitely useful! The Dear One was a dreamy, exotic Angel who, with a single, expressive look at Heaven, was a lasting cure for the gloom of my shipwrecked soul.

    The ominous crypt walls, w...

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    LETTER TO K.

    We are standing at the aged, carefree gate of Autumn. In front of me is the space cabin of a gutted, former push-button telephone booth, in which a push-button telephone is sold. I ask: Does everything come to such a fate? An object that has no draft at its end or length, as if it were an airy space itself.

    Even further away, the shadows of the night grow as some heated, drunken punks frolic to their heart's content, knocking over beer bottles and smashing them on each other's hips. It would be better to close my hearing ears, to close my seeing eyes tightly, to completely shut out this messy, broken world! In my soul - fortunately - adulthood does not apply even now, although the fourth X is dangerously close.

    The slaps of taunting and public shaming might one day become nothing, if I myself believe that there can still be some small good in this no man's land. And maybe the sudden-soon death of my loved ones is not valid either, that they left me on...

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    LETTER TO K.

    We are standing at the aged, carefree gate of Autumn. In front of me is the space cabin of a gutted, former push-button telephone booth, in which a push-button telephone is sold. I ask: Does everything come to such a fate? An object that has no draft at its end or length, as if it were an airy space itself.

    Even further away, the shadows of the night grow as some heated, drunken punks frolic to their heart's content, knocking over beer bottles and smashing them on each other's hips. It would be better to close my hearing ears, to close my seeing eyes tightly, to completely shut out this messy, broken world! In my soul - fortunately - adulthood does not apply even now, although the fourth X is dangerously close.

    The slaps of taunting and public shaming might one day become nothing, if I myself believe that there can still be some small good in this no man's land. And maybe the sudden-soon death of my loved ones is not valid either, that they left me on...

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    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.


    There are more and more brainwashed clamoring demands, and if you can't do anything else, save your manuscripts in time-resistant formats digitally, just in case this unworthy posterity of today recognizes it.


    Don't believe that the lyric is simple logic, just like the twisted, complicated mathematics. The changing, harsh Time - beware - sweeps without question along the gentle fields of the soul exchange rate.


    Your imagined, idyllic dreams are being measured by your dishonest slave ship bosses in diligent but futile overtime, in nerve-wracking situations - you would still be attached to somewhere where you might still be respected in a dignifi...

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    SIGN FRAGMENTS

     


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


    I just feel that tomorrow's hell-shelter will sink me into a seething pit, humiliate me, and that I will stick to it, like flypaper or smelly technocol-glue, stigma marks must fall from my eye sockets.


    It would have been better if he hadn't pulled a suicidal nugget. If only scattered in the human sea of ​​cells and molecules - but still in something mortal in the direction of final annihilation.


    I didn't want to be such a sudden must-want dust eye, who walks around in a conditional incognito for a lifetime, and yet collects deliberately scratched wounds. To suddenly disappear into infinity with a single calculated move.


    A gentle, silent culture settles on me too, and you can...

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    DELIVERED APPLICATION


     


    If my brave Atlantis patience could have remained that I could solve the problems of everyday life that seemed mean once and for all, I would surely have found Someone who could be –, just waiting for me. 


    From the radiant heavenly pleasures of female faces, I would take a true pearl as a comforting gift. Yet, it could be a great grace if, instead of unnecessarily showering, accountable words, the solution was embedded in the ancient speech of your gaze: How much do I love you? 


    The mischievous weight of the lead-heavy trials we experienced together would not weigh our faithful hearts much, for it would be created and supplemented by an immortal flame of eternal-sacred trust and understanding. 


    The self-digesting poison of aching self-blame could not plant envious, murderous jealousy, wormy, marcona accusations in the souls of any of us. While one half of our hearts are selfis...

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    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 confidingly confiding, at other times even luring you in with an insidious desire.


    Its insidious layering is revealed by a regrown thick layer; it always escapes from your grasping hands. It inevitably dictates and interprets the meaning of Being; it casts enticing shadows in front of you.


    When the comical moment comes, you can see him slapping and deceiving his peers clinging to the branches of trees: maybe people also beat each other up in this way, take advantage of each other. Judgment trudges towards everyone with black lead weights, just like the executioner. At the frozen, silent bottom of slimy dreams, everyone can already guess that the rightly dreamed proud present is just a lie that started as a rumination!


    The inn...

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    SUMMER-WEEPER

     

    The murmuring foam of the Danube whispers: "Just come!" I'm waiting for you!" - The sickly wounds of the summer were still flickering above the sleeping city... A gust of wind rattles along the cobbled streets. The tongue-of-flame disease has already shown its teeth on the leaves of the trees.

    Even though the bud-popping laughing sunbeam ravens would still lure you with lies, the black-clad army of feathered thieving magpies is already settling on the rust-scarred arms of the dying trees. Most people are already a complete nervous wreck: starting school, everyday little problems and troubles! Totally insane brawls!

    Nagyobbacska's daughter hardly wants to hold the hand of her shivering, whining, squealing little brother as they march towards school. This is a fraternal fate, which is related to my sad childhood. "It won't be a problem, little one!" - I mutter to myself, who will soon turn forty!

    On th...

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    MOONLIGHT SONATA

     

    The landscape becomes so homely, in the shadows of the moon, it almost takes me in as well. Dead souls sleep in silence in the soft foam of the murmuring Danube...

    Their crypt cracks stare back like grotesque mirror images from the sections of truth-telling mirror-shards, and I still can't know who I can really trust?!

    There were laws for Loyalty, Nobility, Kindness of the heart: the soft minor music of hesitantly straying movements, as if a harp were calling restless souls to comfort them. A cherished, giving woman's hug, as only real mothers can love without compromising conditions!

    The final heart-gates should be opened so that we can get to know each other, and even in this you did not let me into the shelter of your golden heart! You know very well: you can't be completely happy with the One Being, until you selfishly only belong to yourself, until the outside world sees that you are different, because you are lying!

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    THE SECRET OF LIFE

     

    What could be the secret of life? With our birth, do we enter the crumb-minutes of our existence, declared counted in the book of the great fate of mortality? And who can say and ask the question again, was it not a futility, a joy, a happy will to live? - Each person, with his own inner spiritual need, discovers the creative intention and the lovable humility of the state of life, that it is an ordered and formulated biological and eternal human

    created on earth as the fruit of harmony of emotions, and destined to increase values ​​for this age! The fateful wish of birth, just like the unjust death, cannot be created with a sufficiently determined and firm will, and to mourn the thought that wants to calm is all in vain, it is only possible to surrender to the System of existence condemned to mortality, broken in the midst of mental agony!

    With the content of every single day, you may leave more precious fractions of minutes for us...

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    MY ORPHANED HONOR

     

    In a dog-like way, I have often imagined myself filling the present of those eternally sinful minutes! I may be an orphan and often and in many ways a coward and a hypocrite, but I have an honor that fills my existence and is sanctified by the password of loyalty that subordinates everything for something! – The faithful ominous cry: How do you always remember who you are? - I have never betrayed nor did I intend to have sinned in any way with my truthfulness!

    I listened many times and many different things on the hilltop of the deepest fertile solitude, where our old apartment building stood with its feet isolated in the ground, wondering what the unknown present and the distant, mortal future time could tell me? Here, peace and reconciliation with the big world market, or do you want to work like a robot while two concrete hands contain a thought that is conceived and wasted?

    Hair! - Will there be enough bread-earning to sustain my existe...

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    REMEMBER FOR SEPTEMBER


     (To N.K. with love)

    It was September, and in the summer volcanic and scorching sauna, the Cyclops-eyed sunbeam shed its rays of light and its crimson smile on me! All of a sudden he, perhaps sent down to earth as a chosen ray of hope by divine providence, stopped in front of me! And her undisguised, unselfish kindness was hidden there, clothed in her mischievousness, in the mirrors of her gentle chestnut soul among the shining shooting stars!

    The gaze of heaven on earth had an intoxicating effect on me and disarmed me of the vain pretensions of every actor. I didn't dare to eavesdrop on untruthful and ill-intentioned things half-heartedly, because with her look she expects my mother's sincerity and is humble.

    his determination greeted me back! - And as my only living conscience, who knows about the sealing weight of all my small or even big and fearfully hidden sins and secrets: From the armored will of Honesty, a single decisive s...

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    MEMORY AND MAGIC

     

    Down there in the port of Rhodes were waiting barges...
    The dawn has only just broken, but the smaller tadpole-sized fish, smaller crabs, and armored turtles are already coming forward. The calm depth has never been so clear and transparent. I listened to the murmuring heartbeats of the water surface for you. And while only a few fishermen were fishing, my sad heart sent its wishes to you.

    My albino skin could only rarely escape from the murderous bombardment of UVB rays: like a boiled lobster, blisters the size of third-degree fists proliferated all over my body, and while I was tormented by the harpoon pains of sunstrokes, especially on restless balmy nights, I hoped that if I looked up at the silver-colored stars somewhere far away, you would also think sometimes on me...
    I was rocked by a natural hum that wanted to be stimulated, superstitious, and diligent, and my instincts, which were constantly at war with moods.

    In the eveni...

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    WAVELENGTH OF PEACE

     

    Could Peace mean a quintessential harmony in everyone with the balance symphonies of the soul, and with the harmonious Atlantis islands, which all the people who exist, breathe and strive to exist want to create? - How fragile and how vulnerable and easily wounded the mind is even in the wandering catacombs of nervous systems: The ever-present silence that encourages internal self-examination!

    Fertile solitude, with its delicately caring womb, can humbly take me captive only when the gondola of my soul sways gracefully in the sea-storms of heightened stress or grinding mill nervousness and eternally worried, like a single self-assured and carefully present swan! – The pincers of anxious morphing squeeze the sparks of trust of my weak and stumbling half-heartedness with its poison loops so that I can do it and actively contribute to everything with sufficient and unbreakable will and faith

    I just have to make myself believe with my self-made...

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    I ask myself

     

    "What would you say, besmirched in your half-heartedness - I said to myself - what would you say with your stumbling and stumbling boy and willow poet status if the great One came, to whom you would offer the rest of your remaining life as a sacred oath of your loyalty? If He came and told you that you are cherishing vain and politely naive dreams to appease your desire for reconciliation, because everything is different:

    that what you believed about him in your imagination and in your dreams of a romantic paradise, you thought, and maybe you wanted him: It was only a mistake and a beautifying lie, and He, whom you have called so many times your sweet, dear and only aunt, is now here: your delusion, and it was an idea, and now here it is suddenly, from the wedding waves of foam, like a true pearl, an incomparable treasure comes and stands out, because, having met the student who loves him and sings love songs about him most fervently, he pledges to yo...

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    FACING FATE

     

    Out there, the brainwashed, rude, wild apathy was up to his neck.
    Silent moonlight faces dig deep grooves for themselves,
    while there will be a time when the Past-Present will be buried long ago. Career-dreams, dream-jobs, longing-for-everything-loves dissipate into ice-cold cosmic space, like the last separation from Life before the heart attack!

    I recognize you grotesque, twisted face! In the depths of curved mirrors, like a little worm from sly, you hide at your pleasure, while the Being outside is brewing or grinding: whenever you have a minute's taste for which. Perhaps the disgust of hiding doesn't bother me as much as the prying evil of vile people, the shame of humiliation.

    The dear-lovely words sound like a wind-blown gallows on the lips of the Superstitious Dear; they dry up and crumble under the aged palate. The faithful mirror still holds famous faces! They march without shadows, like code-wandering ghosts o...

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    AS IF THEY WERE EMBARRASSED


      
      

    In a brainwashed past-future riddled with delusions, when even the gallant man slips back into himself, while the eternally revolving Time rages and fights with the returning Infinity. In the presence of body odor, everything surrounds you in silence; veiled, admitting the self-conscious shame. It's as if those who could remain news-makers and truthful should be deliberately ashamed of themselves.

    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-chasers as much as it does to raging slobbers. 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 t...

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    PREDICTION ABOUT MYSELF

     


    When my chewed-up bones will soon be laid before decomposing worms and beetles, will and blind luck will still flicker on top of the rich, undeserved booty, when they have already been buried.


    Even in the last hour, the beating pericardium rarely fades among layers of dust and ashes enclosed in urns. They will also voluntarily copy some of my pessimistic manuscripts as a hobby or for fun. Concise lines of verse wink and 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 fate goddesses will be sad to the core, when instead of words of warning and admonition, melancholic drums beat...


    It could have been a blessed folly, a mischievous childish joke only for those who definitely wanted to know him. But those who dared to open their hear...

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    WEIGHT OF MEMORIES


      
      Your 38 years passed soon. You can now sense the approach of the conscious end, the happier memories of fallen joys, if they were all ended up in the garbage dump of memory.

    Someone's kind, heavenly smile can never greet you again. The clouds of your selfish-stubborn, flighty reputation will soon be blown away by the vulture-throated wind.

    You could once and for all make peace with yourself and with the lying, pretending world that constantly stalks you and surrounds you. Your wandering, revenge-hungry fate did not label you - but it sent against you the many vile and unjust verdicts.

    You should open the heavy mundane marble gates of your loneliness again so that you don't always philosophize or morph unnecessarily about: what can be yours? Where do you go towards your gloomy, hopeless future?!

    The price of your peace is already paying a tragic price. The number of people around you who left you becau...

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    FROM WHOM EVERY DAY


      
      

    An alarmed desire to escape on a loop of violated Soul, maybe only for a few minutes. An alarmed pecking at the backyard of self-confidence that has been humiliated to dust. It is becoming more and more difficult to rediscover true happiness in a loop that snaps.

    Every forgotten movement and unnecessary word torments me because it selfishly falls back on itself. Silently screeching, seemingly sincere actions can break into pieces if a fragment of it touches and injures an impulse or emotion.

    Szirt-In time, terrifying fears crackle like dry branches. The echo, which was once ours, descends with a howl in existence. Wild knives, profanity and aggression threaten everywhere. The past hoots hauntingly like the sounds of owls, and warns incessantly.

    Our intentionally misdirected, distracted thoughts wander uselessly and then fall down with the nuggets, where sooner or later everyone turns.

    Corrupte...

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    Extinguished instinct paradigms


      
    Why does the first romantic night spent together have to be rough and hungover? Why is the hero-duel of the taxing organs involved in making love so saliva-producing that it's downright disgusting?! Why did the ecstasy of the Universe feel unbearable in the orgies of accumulated impulses? Can we survive ourselves in two bodies united in a fused unit? Don't we change, like butterflies that have evolved in a silk cocoon, so that for every fulfilled joy, Hangman-Death cannot be the only source?!

    Two androgynous souls lay next to each other in festive majesty, and this was imagined by the order of the Worlds, which was ordained from eternity. It is known that many times we grope in the nest of our secure present as if we were searching for precious stones in a crater-deep mine. From time to time we tend to forget about the softer contours of our sexuality so that our stunted animal instincts can come to the fore.

    The star shower of...

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    Boundaries of emotions


      
    Beneath Faces The dusty layer of time, dim memories, and all compromised, faked, or just beauty-born kitsch and fakeness peels off all at once - until in the end, everyday life that creates wrinkles is left bare and shriveled.
    Human emotions are a terrible sparrow's nest, because there is always a false word or an attempted betrayal. Why is it that we never chase and follow the footprints that we think are lost, rather the ones that are moving away from us?! Why does the dulled desire-will continue to dazzle, when the boundaries of bargaining minutes and moments are already invisible?!

    Now, brainwashing and arming self-awareness is already ongoing. Because in fact, he who has lied to his opinion and principles - only he can seek; money, job, success-seeking full life. No one has yet been able to declare himself a winner or a loser from the fever of purgatory. A thick, mundane thicket of weeds and weeds overgrown with soul-suspiciousne...

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    Being trendy


       
    Party queens with botoxed, glued-together faces melt like wax into V.I.P.-scented luxury lives. Here and afar, not a single honest-truthful look can miss the pleading pleadings of their dusky, fish-lipped fish-lips restored with exaggerated butt-fat, with which they occasionally - if their attention is drawn to them - raise a word to save animals or humanity without ever knowing what they were talking about. they spoke.

    They eat indigestible sushi and Caesar salad by the bag, because their personal trainers with bulging biceps in their short-sighted weight loss diets have convinced them that it is more beneficial to flash garlic pops than tank trunks. In a flood of Kivagi hair, they conquer every party designed for an individual, where sex and sexual instinct are the master instead of a conference of reason.

    In forced situations, they puke, slipping into each other's palace cellars and only trusting that in exchange for their free...

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    Creepy self-absorption


      
    My restless, unchained writhing in spawned honey-warmth, like a derailed shipwrecked malicious imagination. I feed on sadness. My head is a blood-red twilight. I know that I can only be a part of the One-Whole. The days closed to me still faithfully preserve the spark-igniting fervor of thoughts, even as the heat-stitches burning on my body.

    The dying sun paints flame-roses on my inflamed, feverish face. As if I were trembling in anticipation of my dying destruction. Once again they are saturated with shivering metropolitan Nineveh crowds of humanity. And if someone thinks of the black-clad Death, they simply wave away. A searching laser beam, if only there were human treasured eyes, which immediately condemns liars and fakes, while immediately praising truth and honesty, like the self-clarifying, holy will. Why do today's waves of multiplied grief flow like a single fiery, cosmic white glow, while sinking the accelerating time into the grou...

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    Unparalleled probability


      
    In the chilling wilderness of our earthly destiny, two people can hardly make order out of romances. Angry gorillas and bushes of insidious creepers strictly follow the precise geometric rules of healthy coexistence. Only the muscular, athletic, trained secret colossus and their chirping canary partners can form relationships and win eternal loves.

    And anyone who transgresses the indifference of jerky trendiness will be immediately arrested. They walk around society as stealthy killers, strictly taking care of a healthy social order, as Nietzsche once wanted. They decorate their hard floors with glass tiles to make the stigma steps of pain more comfortable. "Perhaps all this is just an appearance."

    Day by day, the melancholic plan, the pre-transformed, the planned, wears out. The graph can be adapted to them, but they can fiddle with numbers that are accurate but false. Maybe one day they will understand that they should exis...

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    BRIGHT-CIRCUS

    After the mass psychosis of stadium construction and the one-tanker obsession that was proclaimed to be indecent, was it not enough that the rotting plaster on the snow-covered walls of life-saving public hospitals and crèches yawns a grave, that even the memories of the past that were proclaimed to be weaklings swell up in hairline tiny cracks?! - And while the past may be reckoning and understanding at the same time, the present is becoming a lie, a falsehood.

    Hate-mongering, lying, ass-licking oligarchs licking each other like a pack of delicate puppy dogs. They fill their individualistic worlds with stories rewritten in selfish ways, and there will be a great Paul and a star turn again. But there would be a good number of pleasing and admonishing examples on the altar of corruption proclaimed sacred: above the abyss, can they really not feel so much that their petty career greed is finally over?!

    They have been reduced to a bunch of self-selling, delib...

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    CONCERNED SELF-CONSCIOUSNESS

     

    I would like to go back
    When all that remains of me is dust and ashes,
    It is never easy to forget the taste of moments of Everything,
    the immortal star view of the One-Someone, and life.
    It's so hard to forget that it could have been a small wooden house
    on the edge of a restless, capricious ocean,
    the tinkling sound of true pearls and shells,
    the intimate harmony of romantic, balmy evenings.

    Two little, toddler angels would have built sand castles
    among soft sand dunes, understanding is the main motivating force for good brothers. And while the sole fillet would have been roasted on coals, and the sweet potato Kedvesem would have baked crab cakes on open flames.

    Like a gentle, restless ghost from the other world, Hamlet's ghost,
    I would tread carefully on the sighs of my past and memories,
    I would just like to see if there is still empathy-tolerance among people, and i...

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    BACK WAY

     

    The stripped-down monologues are now without costumes: a bare prison-cage without mattresses! The old legend is already becoming a skilled fraud! The bewitched spell becomes a flickering reality: a teardrop hiding in deer stars! – The deep-rooted destruction of Decayed Dusk unleashes the distorted darkness in its wake! Gangster underworlds show themselves off as sleighs! I would try to believe with a child's trust in the Goodness present in everyone, the impulse that they can come on the wings of a helping-merciful Angel! If only there were a secret tunnel, through which even the tests of Being wouldn't seem so complicated! For a single moment, I could see the precious Lady with a petal heart, who comforts and heals more and more with her gaze!

    Unconditional love, involuntary devotion are just the giving crumbs of fairy tales; my palpable fear-anxiety reigns in the well-deep of my wandering-soul and gives voice countless times when questioned...

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    BITTER GAME

     

    Just follow me! Roar off my busa head. Run boldly into your loss, - what is practiced nowadays cannot be a sufficient argument or complaint, even if the withered, stunted democracy must be given time. It binds a person in shackles, like a wolf with a wolf, a prostitute who bargained with pimps - combined with an alert treacherous consciousness, an insidious steadfastness, which leads to continuous, petty cat-and-mouse wars, and therefore the imagined, dreamed future is always uncertain, sufficiently fallible.

    Poured down with a mass of sincerity, it melts into itself false feelings, it devours everything's hyena-smile, killer-stealth, narrow business line: a gun and a dagger that always only undertakes an equivalent service with money - it boasts of new career promises and therefore can be more horrible, more deadly as if you would do it yourself.

    Those who are his captives as loyal servants end up as collateral losers, grindable cogs. And wh...

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    Survival paradox


     
    Those who survived the petty squabbles of heroic loves that barely die, the suicidal thoughts of tragically perishing break-up attempts, and didn't stay or waste away on purpose in the mess of saw-toothed railway tracks just because he could get a lesson from the afterlife sooner than some, and this current pitifully consolidated business profiteering doesn't end with him either, - sums up the humble industry of little people like this.

    Don't expect a spectacular Sisyphus fall, a chess piece's destruction, they won't give him a dignified heroic end! The small existence, false compromise is guaranteed by the business policy of the non-existent company or bankrupt company, and the ingrained habit of still living.

    Surely, he avoided martyrdom of his own free will, and released the mantle of the abundant meat pots long ago; sympathy resurrected in friendly, loyal handshakes, insidious, diabolical intrigues lurking in tiny fin...

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    THE RESCUER ISLAND HARBOR

     

    For my illness, you give me medicine as a gift, every day, with a sincere and clear conscience alive from your crimson chalices! – It is because of you that within my skull of incorporeal and malleable matter they condense into a solid thought and undertake: the angelic glories of the Hearts of Love: that I can be here with you and feel you in my arms, all outcasts and therefore stateless! After all, every minute I watch with more and more diligent and persistent passion: how ticks are pulsating
    the twilight-colored star of your heart like a secret ticker: the Hopeful soul bell! If every day and every few minutes the frost braided my hair like a glorious laurel wreath, you would keep my remembering and contemplative youth in me! Because you are an island and a harbor, it matures inside you, like the foam pearls of the secret sea in drops! You give when the iron teeth of agony grip me: Pure devotion that gives birth to peace, tranquility, and harmony, an...

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    ARS POETICA

     

     

     

     

    I am an experimental person! I am writing down the sentences, or even stanzas, of the fruitful and reborn Prometheus lines of my thoughts as a sign of numbers that testify: One should not just relax and be entertained, but should reflect on the eternal guidelines and messages of the works of writers and authors!

    I'm human! So I have a greater responsibility than those who do not vibrate with the rhythmic vascular system of the world, or do not even think at all! Responsibility blessed with rock-hope: Humanity of conscience, the fact that you are also responsible, because you are an actively creating part of the world is more important than any pre-planned compass goal!

    I complain a lot! With a half-hearted confession of self-pity, I look at how it is possible to reach a peace agreement with a profit-seeking century that tramples people as individual individuals? I know very well: What would b...

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    SEVERED UMBILICAL CORD

     

    I sought my refuge so convulsively. I was tired of the poison that left me alone and tormented me. Judgment and words seethed inside me like a glowing no-man's land like a volcano. I'm still alive, although my days are gradually ruined, my fear of the future and monotony make it harmful. Like the color blind, who can rarely see a woman's lips, or a wavy, multicolored rainbow, I am forced to balance my will on a needle and rope, and in my battered heart, memories and thoughts are rather crusted over, giving their place to the connections of the manhood hidden in the depths!

    V.I.P.-evenings, Don Perinon, a tricked-out band army of snooping peeps flashes its fangs, envy and malice at the same time, if it takes five minutes of visibility to become nationally famous, this earthly, drinking Styx covers almost everything with its sediment.

    It is often better to hold on to nameless cries than the endless chains of unfaithful promises. My slip...

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    ADMONITION


      
    I'm going to be woken up many more times today. Who would have thought long ago that there would be a time when it would be better to hide, or to rest like moles in the ground. To disappear like a wild trail, whimsical and sudden, and to fold myself under without a sound. Already I deceive myself, I deceive myself, while I endure this relentless, greedy agony driven on by a lucrative careerist, a race for validation.

    The softening man, outcast, still crying, looks back in me, suddenly searching for his place, his self. The old cancerous bottom of crying spasms shakes out of me pain, self-destructive anguish, self-devouring mood. I look through life as one who no longer cares what the moderns or the greats think of him!

    I am bound here in exile, and what is left is a desolation, and in my heart there can be no refuge of wise peace. - The wandering stairs, like shackles, hold me in, and will not let me go. Arrogant, pitch-born, mongr...

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    Pilgrim ghosts


      
    We stumble upon a cemetery a day, a crypt-smelling Pantheon. The uncertain unknown hell is chasing our increasingly upset souls. They carve cryptic connections into infinite Time instead of themselves.

    What kind of life ends in birth, since death can interrupt and confuse everything ?! – We can watch for tiny signs until our cheap memories strike. No matter how he speaks to us, the dead will always be unfriendly and monotonous at first.

    He deliberately takes the paid silver money off his closed eyes. He doesn't want to hide behind anything anymore. Can a sea of grief fit in tight-framed, grim crypts? Her tears are also tiny spikes, glassy rose thorns. His big dentures and ordas' beard are also transparent. His old-flavored bones are mardossed by the worms of hell. in the way of ghost figures visible to float behind their mouth-watering snarls.

    After all, their lives are inventory shit. They pursue neglected scar...

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    SINGLE REPORT

     

    Belated certainty became difficult. Amidst the tingly and curious shells of pheasant chicks feathering to their heart's content, some of them always miss romantic flies.

    Fewer and fewer people can understand the pleasure-intoxication of tickling flirtations and pleasing bouquets of compliments, when they talk and walk in a crowded crowd of people, just like the consumer-coquettes doing business.

    All of them are purchasable prophets, and there is no greater sin than that honest-true love is written by material well-being and dreams of luxury. And if the wife is only twenty-two, while the groom is standing with half a foot in the grave, worried about Viagra.

    Even so, it's easy to get something that's squishy and expensive - that it costs a thirtieth of that. The intoxicating dream-intoxication of success or the self-destructive bitterness of failure is becoming increasingly common these days. In days that rot into an unbalance...

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    Complexity of things not visible


      
    Outside you can't see the line of gaps, the ornate gates, the scarred windows that lead down into the depths of Golgotha's walked souls. A single tearful plea, a squeezed daily movement, defines our ruined days.

    Thrown, witnessing stones all speak doom - but only beneath the surface. They tell of pre-existing, subconscious news, nursing scarring wounds. Temporary bliss read from cracked eggs, where the sins of the little man can be absolved by the feeble happy chanting of chanting chants that have been spanked just enough times over by the realistic little-thinker.

    The insidious blindness of cataracts on eyelids. They never see or understand what they should. With a true consciousness of Death, unceasing pilgrim souls set out on their journey to the final end of the world...

    For he who is forced to hide himself with purpose and deliberation becomes a little unresolvable, unknowable, and under the sinking surface his m...

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    Unnoticeable care


      
    A blessedly caring, faithful woman's hand stood in the lake, and it will not change my fate. He already wastes every pitiful minute left to me for the house of cards of unnecessary illusions - not so much -, his delightfully sweet, flaming heartbeats for love, for immortal Everything - he is afraid - they are all wasted.

    Throat-suffocating, interrogative moments gnaw their embittered emotions into my eyes. It is a difficult instinct to feel, and in their digestion of emotions to squeeze out its last and final thrashings of the abandoned, shipwrecked existence.

    In his drift, he himself is filled with more and more fresh pitiful, unworthy, humiliating wounds, which cannot be healed by good words, promises, medicine kisses. The heart and the remembering soul would yearn more and more determinedly and greedily for what had happened, while inside, the fool was working out thorough, precise plans for secret suicides.

    It's a...

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    A FRACTIONAL-WORD PRAYER

    In the crowded details of reality, the lamp-light of rising dawns Soon fade, fade; between depth and height There can be no way out but through a crying chasm! Space will be transformed into sound; in the tender touch of a single loving fingertip there throbs the eternal emotion spoken: wide pupils, radiant with bliss, long for the immortality of leaping minutes, deliberately distorted by the magic of visions!

    The true Seers always grope and live in a familiar, unobstructed light! Vulnerable grief will long open its petals and call to the Beloved of its faithfulness! The survivable calvary of every day is clustered in shouting eyes! - Stages of missions ringing in ear shells, Like cracked bells in haunting chimes! Wretched creatures, feral in their weakness, are not moved by pardon! Selfishly greedy they live for themselves alone!

    Already everywhere a multitude of selfish, calculating hand-washers Pilate Houses voluntarily in their star-bombing gazes; Lonely Calv...

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    THE TRACKS OF MORTALITY

     

    Human life rushes on and on, screaming like a speeding train, no longer willing to forget or remember, on the numbered tracks of mortality, doomed to be final! A premeditated strategy, decreed with Damocles' prophecy. 

    What could we have done and acted with deliberation and up to now: we could have existed, enjoying every blessed and gifted moment, and passed on our biological heritage to future generations, with a responsible and meaningful value-saving account, so that if we cannot do otherwise, we can continue to breathe in others as a carrier of thoughtful messages! 

    And besides, the most important task would be, if we could leave our footprints, which form messages, in the earth, which has given us its merciful and moral richness, as fertile fruit - to sow in the world, and to bear witness with masses of manuscripts as a cord document of the great jungle world in which we exist! We are changelings! The palpable tangibility of e...

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    SENSIONS IN THE SEA 

     


    Do you see Dear, the twilight blood-red dragon petal is slowly covering the foams of the open ocean. The horizon is a light foam silk, as if it were flying quietly, soaring like a sail unfolded in front of us. 
    The tiny, billion sparks of silver stars shine in your eyes as you confess the word "I LOVE you" and boundless, redemptive Happiness weaves benevolently like a wandering-growling, boo shaving. You are stroking me, and although I am still afraid of bodily touch, your sincere trust makes you a new person in the immortal minutes of the unspeakable Universe. We are two human Stars in condensed micro-minutes; sworn to Nice, True! Like those who will set off together on a long, unknown shore...  

    You see Dear! Though they say goodbye over our heads to the picturesque, Impressionist Twilight in so many lush flames, you whisper the secrets of your golden heart softly to me: "You are as different from the other men I h...

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    SELF-SPECTION


    ( Slowly turning to myself )

    Believe me with a calm and reconciled heart: I was just a little stubborn and lying with my child's head! And for only one comforting eternal grasp moment-percence, I believed that my mother would always forgive me, and her humble hand, who shared a blessing, would always comfort me!

    “I just started some inexplicable secret-workshop thought work: With which in my reborn Prometheus-treker, the thought – which wing test you can conceive - sometimes I feel, that the incomprehensible world of interest strikes back with the immediate deception of my sincerity and closes to the prison of silence! – I thought – many times in my sizzling dormancy on the coral islands of my dreams -, that the little man – inside - even weakly laughs at my struggling life-slap and inspiration-giving gray everyday life!

    And it seemed to be clear from the temptations of many bribing and hypocritical soul mirrors...

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    Sealed life-law


    ( V. K. with love )

    I can only hope that one day we will truly and definitively unite our bellflower hearts with an eternal oath on the true altar of sincere love! I know, although the ethereal and orchid waves of your voice are many hundreds of miles away, it still soothes and calms in me the sinful thrills of my desperate half-heartedness if I can only listen to the long and witness stories of your life! 

    I sway the shy and chattering little child in myself in the power of your mother! I was afraid of the final and relentlessly ruining the future that you would soon fall into the tissues of my life and now you could leave at any minute! With greedy diligence, your life organs can be demanded by a fatal and relentless law: Death! – Maybe that's why I feel selfish and existent with my stubborn faith when you waste the waves of your tender sunflower hair on me, who is already going out of his era anyway,

    and it is not a choice of a...

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    TRUE EARTH VALUES

                          

    Mischievous child voices haunt the merry and perfect morning hour by hour, nervously fiddling with lightning knives between the six-story elephant towers of the houses, and the Sun threatens. And like a fashion flower popping from a needle, heaven steps with fairy steps as the states of existence of heaven on earth, ladies!

    They walk pleasantly – vibrating, scorching the sweet scent of their scorching air in the city -, mischievous and winking many times, and living consciences who always know something: On the net pliers of thoughts, they want to bring together an innocent and secret date or a firefly of beetle-eye flirting and brave, macho, hesitant or very hungry men thirsting for new pleasure adventures!

    In one all-encompassing magic moment, the life fooling the deceiver boils from the overflowing volcanic outbursts of intellect today! A series of fallen and fra...

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    WHAT I SEE LESS LATER TODAY

     

    One must first keep track of not growing up too soon! Stay a clown, a joking conductor for a lifetime like a gray and annihilated orphan among strangers! For if you break into the human public consciousness early on, you will forget about being an adult too soon, and what it can mean somewhere inside and deep in hidden unrecognizability: Being and staying an eternal child!

     

    – Even self-forgetfully rejoice in
    to blow the birthday candles with a wide open good mood with the tiniest and seemingly insignificant things and a face that gives pearls of happiness! Whether there are still people on earth who can rejoice together in the mischievous and very sincere world of inner childhood – is important to me to symbolically detain all the childish lifestyles of my very youthful life: the glorious gift of playfulness, jokes, and perhaps self-forgetful and heart-warming laughter, because unfortunately I am especially terrified of t...

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    EPILOGUE

                                   

    For twenty-six years, my mother’s creative hand cared for blindly, and I inherited the lion-macies of my character from my good father, along with the unexplained volcanic eruptions of my moods! – Maybe, that at one moment there is a smile in my heart with happy self-forgetfulness between the defining slaps and front lines of existence, and at another moment the pessimistic voices of self-pity haunt my half-hearted conscience. The slow waterfalls of my tears harden with patience and yet self-pity! – Bottom line: I became a man! The long years that have matured in me have grown into a young young man, and yet deep down I have still remained a very fragile little man!

    If you experience unjust ruthlessness in a grumpy and inhuman jungle world: you are afraid, trembling, and under your blanket like a wandering and startled hedgehog is look...

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    FLOWERS OF WATER-LILY

    Oh, that delicate and superstitious colour! The emerald-looking scaly green, which in the summer's swaying, drunken stupor the trees put on like a ball gown when the first Cyclops sparkle, the blessed fertility-giving Sunbeam, descends upon them! When the night's shelter calls the diamond-eyed stars' fire-lanterns, That slumbering angelic breathing existence may not be endangered!

    The rainbow-coloured landscape still sheds its fertile and ripe sunshine: the fiery-wheel-flame of the hot tongues of flame, as if it were a flame! - I watch in mute emotion, how from the neighbouring courtyards of Budaörs and Törökbálint the hard-working and melancholy wind-breezes secretly smuggle cooling breezes towards the lamb-like clouds!

    May the hard-working and carefully guarding and kind-hearted angels play their peaceful and fruitful symphony of peace in my ever-fragile ears, if the ugly and deceitful world should leave me a penniless and alie...

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    HOPS OF HOPE

     

    The vigilant silver eyes of heaven look at me alone in the darkness that increases silence, in mortal time I burn the lanterns of candles, like the star sparks of hope-glories wishing to renew and I look at the tiny new ray of hope that might beautify the turn of tomorrow's fate and try to instill renewed confidence in the home of my morphing soul with a karakan will! – Now winter is sheer and hibernated

    already in solitude, the blessed Mother Nature is secretly preparing to jump into the stem again with its crowned sunbeams! Where is the angel-looking Ladybug dear to me now with the smile of the stars? He looked at me with the eyes of two gentle button chestnuts, and when the weakness was poisoned many times with self-pity, he chased the ash-colored clouds over the ominous sky of my head with a single gloomy look like Eden garden harmony!

    I get up in the morning with the sacred hope of every day, and I can only hope that the new beginn...

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    SPARING FRIED PIGEON

     

    What I gave as long-lasting minute time treasures, appreciating every priceless moment, I wanted to gather with careful cricket modesty with stubborn selfishness! Now, I would expect memories of long-lived physical and critical blade wounds as a frugal roast pigeon to heal by warming up by the rolling Being of time!

    Perhaps the only problem that is more unsolved and upset the spiritual balance, that recurring marcona and persistent ghosts that, as a nightmare, whine and sip the porcelain determination of my half-naked and breakable soul after day and try to get rid of them when they return in a bright tadpole living room!

    I have seen myself in every way: judging as a scarlet sinner stamped lazy and cool, the age I lived in was splashed upon me, and unjust accusations of unworthy ruthlessness were splashed upon me: A murderous knife-tip stab, and with the tempting and ruthless blunders of prejudice! – Yet that I had hoped and morphed, ponder...

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    UNKNOWN GAME

     

    Inside the seemingly endless worldly abundance, in the jungle-interest forest of the big city, the benefits revolve with its ruthless toys, and the gears that seem unable to rest are scrambling! They grind the one that got caught on the hook: man, machine, and profit interest, until you can stand in the care of great bales, and the Benefit is in order, and what is reborn with fertility: Money! 

    Hair! – Nowadays, in whose money purse green-bellied angels happily begin to jingle with a series of frequencies, they have the control of the World! And man, with a fallen and fragile will, may be glad that the shark-businessmen did not sniff out his free-spirited and independent thought products, because the ominousness of the ruthless value-resistant paper greed is already approaching! 

    Everyone work! With great honor and decent self-awareness, but let no one become a murderously ruthless victim and slave to Money because of profitable g...

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    RUN IN HUMANITY YET!

     

    I was once a snap of fun, naive childish self-forgetfulness, and happiness, and independent cheering. I did not speak and did not ask the hidden and feared child angel self of my heart to present my soul with self-forgetful and mischievous devotion, my restlessly morphing self-consciousness, that peace be to the island of Atlantis, I get lost in a secret halfway with happy ignorance.

    I was once a stigmatized clown deprived of tragic laughter with galadic intentions and scarlet sins, who innocently forced the world's conspicuous testimonies into prison, in the eternal language of humor and laughter that wanted to forget everything: he just got lost and sent a smile that didn't fit there!
    And I became forever a morphing question in the swamp world of my own petty self-pity: I became a neighbor of an unhappy shadow of a stubborn will of interpretation, love, happiness, so to myself, my well-arranged everyday life!

    Eternal complaint, a...

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    CHANGING HOPE

     

    The days are graying again and the milk is being taken into the fog! Man must lie on a panther night and run after work as a bitter breadwinner! – Many would not believe, s imagine – how monotonous and monotonously infinite every little moment movement, a tiny human story, seems in the sour cream density of the dawns! 

    Many times the tears of pearls of the Son of Man – believe the galad s cudar world answers bitterly about it: “Why did you come to this earthly creation, because you don’t see, you’re just a surplus!” - S the creative man who wants to create in the paintings of imaginary dreams seems to be destroyed in a single moment-fragment, because he wanted to give birth again: the individual, and the valuable object complexes personally interpreted, and now he is forced to take a bitter account: I have to listen for a good few times - to discover with my redemptive death – later with renewed faith ho...

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    I CAN'T GET OUT

     

    I'm a chess piece in the wrong place for a deceitful and mischievous game of secret coincidences! Today I started morphing about you again – whether you actually repented of your sins when you left me with a wooden picture and didn't care about my true-glory sincerity - you left without breaking your guilt! 

    My fat-eyed eyeballs, which are carefully watching, still evoke among their precious definite experiences all the elf-floating of your swan-white celebratory dress and the noble-minded bravery of your angel face, who is quite expressive and all-forgiving, today you thought you were lost again, but you are always my returning darling as blessed care. Yet in that fatal Valentine's Day heart message, you managed to smash my medical malpractice heart into thousands of billions of pieces, and you sold yourself very soon

    the moral personality of faith to be unshakable: Which has always been thirsty for honesty, and you have s...

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    THE FULL OF DOUBT

     

    In the secret corner of my soul, cherished by no one, my little nook is chewed by a tiny man, whispering and riding my ears! ,, Listen to yourself! beware because the world can trample! ” - whispers with murderous self-awareness the petrified and pure honesty! The firefly of biological existence I know still retains its halo light, that the heart-shaped pounding rose in my chest is still ticking and beating intact! How long does the feeling of free life throb in me? 

    Believe my body, like a cruel toothbrush or a prison guard, is locked in a cage, and my soul aches because of it! How long can I cast off the sheer and wild scent of the air, the good and fresh feeling of the breath, how long can I hear my sweetheart calming down next to me in harmony-silence, and in his dream rocking his ominous and dirty dreams, and I would kiss my loving, hard-working heart! – S to look softly and hesitantly into the nursery: Does the blessed fruit of our l...

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    The knots of our existence

     

    Human existence: Gordian bog-knot! You get tense on it if you want it, if not all life-slaps, human blunder and compass-intense! – It's a cold-sealed thing to fix! Those who broke into the wheel during the ordeals confess, and do not yet have enough will to tear off the bundles of money that haunt their consciences from their own soul prison and buy rank titles!

    We balance our destiny on a solid mountain cliff over our ordained and mortal line of destiny, the threads of which are carefully morphed by god-hands try to impose with understanding compassion! And we don’t know how we counted our clockwork days 

    which will be the final day, which, with its ghost count, will call into question the duel of conscience within us? We live responsibly for their spiritual peace, and for the understanding acceptance of others and our families, and the moderate human consciousness: That we are neither more nor less than our strangely starin...

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    THE PARADISE OF HARMONY

     

    Maybe it was just some long-lost pain-sighs, and I was looking for a soul rupture, always in a defining and trying soul shape! The eternal secret, and the miracle that transcends heaven in the eyes, and as a coveting peace symphony longing for understanding and comfort, exists in the universe of all inner vertebrate consciences!

    In the metamorphosis of the paradise moment that landed on the ground, I wanted to listen with my phonendoscope ears to feel what secret content and fateful messages could sigh on the all-encompassing open map of our two true pearls' foreheads, and is it still possible to attain the healthy grace of the soul bell that fills everything and solders everything into a heartfelt unity, if the last refuge shelter of the supporting friendship alliance seemed to cease around us?

    It doesn't hurt anymore! Only as much as the aching on the rebirth of Prometheus and the growing despair of whether there would be anyone else in...

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      I WANT TO HAVE A EXAMPLE OF HER

              

    I would like to take an example from her who does not give his cheap earthly juss for profit and profit laurels, in whom there is more Humanity that never and never gives itself: vertebrate self-awareness, which designates the compass of the whole One honesty as a protective veil for a whole meaningful life! – I would like to set an example from him whose soul is a treasure itself, in whom the eternal holy thought, which is always able to renew, shines and shines like a halo: 

    Selfless help that helps all people through an obstacle that tries and only asks for faithful, sincere self-awareness as a caring sacrifice gift! – I would like to be an example of him who, as a heartfelt look of mothers, he heals as a cure with a single and eternal heaven look: When I was the weakest in my will, and I left myself somewhere in the swamp world of self-pity, who is restless in my soul and feels and hears its inner...

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    AGE-PICTURE IN 2010

     

    A lot of human soul bells roar, a message as preaching words in many people, a desperate remorse like millions of little tiny souls of crystal shards, when, as a single noble task, they can finally unite in complete order, the eternal law of Damocles: according to the atomic vibration of the Universe, point to the life of the compass? Man is born a fall and a fragile porcelain gift, and he would need supportive care 
    ensuring maternal harmony and caring kills to comfort her so that her hunger for peaceful love will calm down forever! Between the weathered centurion walls of an era when the angel-given existence of infants was cursed and the alleys and incubators were entrusted with the ruthless ice loneliness, let them drip as a fragile future seed in post-natal reception prisons and new mothers 
    they are packed into the nets of sixteen-year-old children with their long-lost and abandoned moral self-awareness: the responsibility of being huma...

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    WELCOME TO LOVE

                    

    Chestnut in your hair: a wreath of amber, chestnuts in your eyes: a brown diamond with all glow and halo! Your chestnut scent: it enchants my lost and foreign soul! – In your voice, danol is your charming tit and fragile virgin figure, what a snowdrop! My sweet soul, if I may, even once, that you would kiss your grace and supplication to my soul as a protective and fearful gift, for there are days when I have only my own faults, and because of the torments of passing away, I feel sorry for myself in a chatter-stumbling block!

    So I ask, and I can only hope that my quick-flying Pegasus prayer can reach you one more time! Will you love me so much, my dear, if ugly and old with silver cauldrons, and on my head: crusher-der, but I remained: in love, in love… "In honesty, I'll stand before you every day after day and ask my fateful questions! Would you share with me every minute of our ...

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    YOUR LOVE LIFE

     

    Thank you for the golden rule of faithful cowardice: escape, that the fragile hourglass of your existence is still together! Thank you for the watchful and watchful glances of the eternal end and your guardian angel for smuggling the essential peace to you with intimacy under the gracious angel wings of your free hidden four walls! Thank you for your trick-stumbling caution that the rest of your life is organized and overcomplicated 

    left, though you should know that as a ruthless chess piece, you are a prisoner of a disease that pulls your body’s bone nest or into your old age. Your home and your destiny comforts you with humanity and gives you the comfort of a gift. Strive to find the eternal island of harmony and tranquility, and while you can! The huge jungle of the world looks at you as a shoreless aim-lost and restless and wounded game, because the false compass that has lost its way and path unfortunately shows something else!

    A...

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    THE WANT OF THE REST

     

    The bull-eyed wind sighed from the sky and sighed wild whiplashes with its lightning teeth! Even the drunkenness of the drowned breeze in the summer filled human hearts to the brim, but the raging and hurricane-roaring storm had already broken out! The June doomsday handed a ruthless and cruel verdict over our heads! – Like summer flaming, so is winter dormancy! And something could have broken under the fireball flame of the sunball because everything became more terrible and the heavens were vindictive 

    his bullet ice projectiles took relentless satisfaction for their grievances on the variegated skulls of houses and on human harvests and fruits! 

    A diligent foal drove the warming heatwave into the destructive Word tiny crap! However, the air just didn't want to be refreshed! We should have prayed and knelt with humility and in the ancient way of repentants to atone for the grace of heavenly nature as the magic power of talto...

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    MATURE-HEAT

     

    The curved shadow spread drunk, caressing like a black cat's mustache on the fluttering swan-white house walls! The halo maturity of the summer effervescence is open: Like the last unquenchable thirst-saving desire for ice cream! They also ate six or seven dumplings on a handle that day, the whining consolations of the naughty youth, and the girl-angels came in a dense line and went with flirtatious self-awareness and a disarming seductive smile that 

    scout the male hearts that still want to conquer the unsuspecting. The enchanting snake tamer was the Cyclops-like fireball: the Sun scorched the fruit flavors of the summer with its secret nature will, and peach nectar vines collapsed in harmony intoxication in the pergolas of garden shadows, as if they were meant to be puttony bride's by the prolific creator: the winemaker! This is the world of intoxicated and idyllic dreams for the harvest of summer effervescence

    he had an intui...

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    HEART-RELATED LAST TIME

     

    Every little memory should be shattered, like the twin-masters of crystal mirrors, and hidden deep in seven-seal handcuffs on the loneliest northern corner of the cold stone soul! Like the whims of the non-fresh autumn season and the goblins of disease, we should throw away all the summons of past that tears our hearts and the emptiness of our bad and most painful memories!

    I try to shove into the unused room of my pituitary maze the damn factual data of my relentless and torturous past, and closing my silent ear canals, yet I believe to hear in ever-honesty the whispering and wise admonitions of my eternal inner space voice: "If you do what will be – if an age comes when the future left alone will be remembered?”

    And whoever could still experience and know the eternal secret seals as sincere justice in the past believed to be forgotten would be good to, if, as a witness, someone would understand the erroneously wandering –...

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    HEART-RELATED LAST TIME

     

    Every little memory should be shattered, like the twin-masters of crystal mirrors, and hidden deep in seven-seal handcuffs on the loneliest northern corner of the cold stone soul! Like the whims of the non-fresh autumn season and the goblins of disease, we should throw away all the summons of past that tears our hearts and the emptiness of our bad and most painful memories!

    I try to shove into the unused room of my pituitary maze the damn factual data of my relentless and torturous past, and closing my silent ear canals, yet I believe to hear in ever-honesty the whispering and wise admonitions of my eternal inner space voice: "If you do what will be – if an age comes when the future left alone will be remembered?”

    And whoever could still experience and know the eternal secret seals as sincere justice in the past believed to be forgotten would be good to, if, as a witness, someone would understand the erroneously wandering –...

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     WISHES OF SALW

                       

    The Human Heart Chalice: The Wish Bridge of Sighs! As a gift to organized dreams, he asks for the infinite and treasures of human life, the ancient lesson of secrets, what makes man human? And why, in the mortal mortality of existence, must struggle to move forward and fight a life-and-death besieging struggle through a single fragile life?

    A million times, and perhaps secretly cared for and devotedly, we have asked our conscience floating as an interior lady countless times: Our dreams, desires, and wishes as well-designed recipe theories by the time we produce them, to bestow our counted days with him one last time in the scarlet sin of our lives? 

    Surely, in our mortality, our fallout should also be prepared for account, and with a firm and unbreakable will, we should send a message to the forest of our sincere existence, the beautifying distance of our dreams, the fragile inf...

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    INCREDIBLE REASONS

     

    If all of a sudden your things turned out that way, that the transport of oxygen in the twilight blood tunnels would stop in your calcium and sick bones, what would you say and what would you say to a life-and-death world and only fighting each other if you had to die suddenly? What would I say? – I would say that many things thought of little and insignificant nothingness 

    in my earthly things I made my blunders and mistakes with tons of scarlet shots, but I tried my best to learn from everything from my soul spine! And whatever my creative whipping mood, I remained a messenger and half-hearted pen-turner of this turning point!

    I would admit that what life condemned to mortality and slap-existence with Paka thread was meant for me as a direction of decision-compasses and measured it by a single myself incessantly bad, or, if possible with a cold head, considering the saving humility of good and noble things, I have committed only and ...

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    BETWEEN OBJECTIVES

     

    We continue to struggle and fight like machines and machines. The best of our time is doomed to mortality around the numbered pages of our own existence! And whatever we go into: Our creative footprint to age our cultural footprint as a legacy is coming to an end anyway, and it calls us to itself as a direct shadow friend: Death! 

    - Here is the world according to the Money Act of Interests and Benefits, of which – doubt may be in vain - get out more! People! – The purposeful and determined soul force, and the humane ancient, yet human will: Spine characters who we are, the books of thought ideas reborn day by day, which our brains have closed as hard-working printers

    the forgetfulness of Time often forgets the scarlet-guilty stamp of – as a conscious conviction! The point of conscience and content can truly begin if you have truly descended in the deep wells of yourself in the soul and discovered it, and you have known your...

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    CAPTIVITY

     

    Caged cool and half-naked bird: Our soul-body has been imprisoned in the doomed bone prison of our mortality since we came into the world! – We will be increasingly squeezed by omniscient organ unrest: every tiny bell-ring of our heartbeat whispers the patiently numbered and measured eternal messages of our days here on Earth!

    As alien shipwrecks of the only body, we will always be imprisoned as prisoners in a bone museum while the statutory sand-minutes of our existence will falter: would we be just organic matter, bone and tactile and perceptible bone tissues? 

    It can not be! Full of existence with small moments of magic: Determining and perhaps all-decisive encounters that leave deep traces, flaming firefly glances, and extraterrestrial heaven romance! In every creature: Thus there is something special and unrepeatable unique in the thinking and calculating man!

    My brain doesn't turn off, it glows under stress, it boil...

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    LAST ROAD-INITATION

     

    He stabbed and stigmatized the pain with his spikes that matched his stabbing knives and stigma signals! The vascular system of my heart has been splitting for days since its long and monotonous line! with his cruel chains and thorns penetrating my bone structure, he condemned and beat me so that, screaming in volcanic pain and crying, all my internal organs and my blood-maze nerves are now rhyming!

    The roaring cries for help and wo-emerging supplications surrounded the gates of my calcium body like a prayer! How long can I live even in peace tolerating the war of my organization ?! – S can I account for all my small requests and my wishes once and perhaps for the last time, that the eternal harmonies of rest take my soul tormented by spiritual wounds to the pardoning islands?

    The demanding and all-willing passing is what makes my gear my brain scare and threaten! – I am afraid that in one and indivisible moments of my last existence,...

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    FINDING A HOME

     

    ,,“Don’t go to my son in the uncertain and big world because you can barely know his threat yet! ” – said many times as a heartfelt and anxious heartfelt care my only mother! I was the curious crumb of his little child, being an unequivocal explorer, and with all-encompassing questioning ants, I longed to get to know the buzzing world that affected my personality, defining my existence!

    Since then, in the memory debris of my twenty-six years, I have been constantly looking for a problem with increasingly obsessed stubborn conceit! To understand, to explain to myself the determination of half-hearted determination the possible connections that can illuminate the answers before me with their essential meaning! It never occurred to me – in a single, defining moment and never - that I would ever have to deal with meaningless blade-negative criticism campaigns, and all I wanted to create in the lines of thought of my pensive intell...

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    MAKE THINK ABOUT

                         

    The dying minutes of years, in the manner of dutiful aggastyans, give man advice, and as wise and tangible instructions of compasses, force the labyrinths of the fertile brain to think! Man, as a traveler who wants to forget and settles for everything that has happened, carries on the erroneous decisions of his past through existence! We comforted someone with a strange unknown one minute later and tried to heal his spiritual injuries like the pain of spikes that remember everything forever with the healing balm of our kisses!

    And we have forgotten perhaps for an eternal and definite time – because we have erased from our memory the unforgettable and past characteristic figures we have respected in their moral vertebrate! Which thought safe or bank can preserve the rich and unforgettable treasures of remembrance? The characteristic minutes of the present are surrounded and multipli...

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    THE INTERNAL MICROCOSMOS

     

    The ever-renewing dissatisfied greedy hunger consciousness tears each other with his wolf teeth: the Yellowed Envy! For many, if given with compassion and heartfelt honor, the eternal and exemplary human lesson was unfortunately not enough! Many people march with relentless and repulsively ugly offensive words instead of knowing their friendly opponents who thought they were enemies with their conscience vertebrate self-awareness and trying to adapt to the volcanic eruptions of temper to understand the other tiny cosmos of spiritual life, and yet you can feel his delicate orders of existence!

    No and no! – A proud man with a stubborn self-consciousness, a habit of negative criticism who, with a different thought, idea, and perhaps a morally pure and unalterably humane personality head, steps out on the stage of life with sufficient vertebracy, it is easily trampled on by a conscious and ruthless judgment indifference that does not take human numbers, ...

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    MUD THROWER AGE-STYLE

     

    It often happens involuntarily in the self-awareness to judge the other as one-sided – man's actions or conscience - even though we really and really don't know ourselves enough! I try to get to know my self's often morphing and exhausted conscience with an increasingly persistent and optimistic conscience, but I may not succeed on doubt! – I have been accused many times, that I confess the imagined and idyllic lie and sing and go out long ago and according to a forgotten decency I am determined to courtship, although consciously with a half-naked compliment!

    Nowadays, we look for the stubborn and one-truthful connections of prejudices in almost everything, although perhaps the simplest task would still be to follow the ancient conscience of acceptance and understanding! In the catacombs of imagined and unjust sins, millions of people who have not been at all reluctant to witness as a just account So, they express their convictions:...

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    THINGS DEPTH SECRETS

     

    And I see the old childish man who, at a young age, in the shadow of the large quince tree in the crab garden, blessed with his grandmother in the lap of a protective shadow shelter, matured the scent of sweetness on the ground in the dragon-throated flame of the forty-degree sun! – We enclosed the grateful and ripe ornaments of the Summer with its scorching jewels in a mason jar: Fruits and ferries given to us by the fertile fireball, to have something to bring out in the modesty of the winter season and then – My God - how good was the chatter-stumbling in my naive half-nail

    with self-awareness Even with a child's head, the self-forgotten player is free to feel happiness! Well, I can't control it! – When chick secretly and inside – in a tiny little lap of the garden -, steaming and sizzling in the bell-ringing cauldron A world of mouth-watering and hunger-enhancing flavors has matured: Onions, tasty peppers, tomatoes and t...

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    ROMANTIC SOUL-PART

     The unspeakable seduction magic is tormented and captured, many times in the prison of a pure feeling in love with two human heartbeats, the sealed and holy vow: how much I love-I would even sacrifice- At a moment, you can be happy here with a sure loyalty here next to me! With my weak and naive childlike faith, I also lied to myself with my moral conscience that my real and sincere feelings would be pure, and maybe listen to my heart with my heart, but I have betrayed the corals of my inner secrets.

    I did not blame me in love with anyone else, and cherished his fragile shoulders like a naughty and clownish mooded shoulders rested - dense pearl streams for a moment, my heart with all my sensitive seismograph with selfless confidence and humanity. I let go of his fragile porcelain personality, and I never lied to him about my real and understanding emotions - though he was persecuted with persistent purposeful and forgiving diligence to take away falsehood and admit a...

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    TREADMILL OF EVERYDAY LIFE

     

    Compromise: It's the main contemporary fasion these days! What shouldst thou have done, say, I pray thee, Thou omnipresent, the mercy of Providence, faithful as a watchman, in the desponding hearts of men? - Would it have been better to have surrendered to the congregation of hypocritically shapeless masks of character? - And as a person sold for a bowl of redeemable lentils, what could he have done, if the life-sustaining masses of paper, like a rising tide 

    kept on coming, sparing neither the balefuls of overhead and common expense, and settling in heaps, patiently waiting to take the safe refuge above my head? Today I have to work! Even with the relentless grasping consciousness it would be fitting, that with its crushing compassion when old age knocks with a dingle above our heads, there should be a retirement pension and a fixed penny of security! 

    With my unbreakable hopeful faith, I dared to hopefully, as a reckoning, to...

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    THE KNOTS OF OUR EXISTENCE

     

    Human existence: a Gordian knot! It can be tightened, if man wills it, if not every life-struggle, human blunder and compass-element! Let those who have broken their wheels under the ordeal, and have not yet the will to tear from the prison of their souls the money-bundles and titles of rank that haunt their consciences, confess it with a confession of faith!


    Translators of destiny, we balance on a firmly pointed edge above our destined and mortal yarn of fate, the threads of which the carefully pondering hands of God are trying to unravel with understanding mercy! And we know not which of our numbered clock-days will be the final day, which will challenge the duel of conscience within us with its ghostly reckoning?

    Let us live responsibly for the peace of our souls, and for the understanding acceptance of others and our families, and for a moderate human consciousness: That we are neither more nor less than our half-friends who stare at ...

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    THE THIRD TIME

     

    On the angel face, the iron-tooth-time has ploughed groove-memorials! The Time: A pilgrimage place of soul wounds and scar-wounds that are fleeting and ever-wishing to be forgotten! With each small and decisive fragment-memory we have locked in our hearts, we may gain wiser experiences, so that we may better accept our complete transformed personality-metamorphoses of ourselves: with responsibility, patience, and perhaps with our main accepting understanding!

    Precious time, which sheds the gift-emotions of minutes doomed to mortality, almost as pearl-ashes of drops, like the drum-beating of soul-bells longing for the blessed repose of remembrance, forgetting the only desire of the creative man for grace: to spend the rich and fertile fragmentary moments of his existence in the sanctified peace-harmony of peace among his family members, and alas! - every particle of breath and every hard heartbeat sounds like a bitter lamentation - for which, in his fateful...

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    EXISTENCE-CONCERN

     

    I was brought up by my parents' house, as opposed to the big-nosed, muscle-bearing Budaörs! A rich colony was once in prehistoric times the plot of land where now my parent's house, with rooted self-consciousness and hard humility, stood in its seven-storey slenderness! - Here I live in harmony-solitude, And many little thoughts in my secret hours of solitude Hold me captive, and surround me, creating fertile thoughts Like a mass of complimentary adulation! My socks and my warm things

    A great part of my finery and my warmth, is darned by transient forgetfulness, - But never mind, my cherished cavalier friends and hat-wearing lords, If no other, with proud self-consciousness, the little child in me strives to grow up, So that the secretly envious dog-tongues may not say, "Look at this big elephant-spirited child!"- My treasures: My cheerful happiness and my smiles, I'll pull them out of my secret inner drawer and dust them off!

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    FRIENDLY ATLANTIS

     

    I am no longer able to look for a real friend among strangers because of my brooding, introvertedness! It is as if my constantly alarming and screaming conscience is constantly telling me: "All desperate and aspiring hopes are futile!"- People have become careerists, profiteers and masqueraders who have been made prisoners and captives by the mass of coloured papers: money!
    The trouble with true allies is that in the 21st century there are hardly any of them left to survive! Survivors, for whom the concept of eternal friendship and togetherness still mattered, like the Word made flesh, and now that all human truth, relationships and family community have been destroyed, the Son of Man is left all alone! The Goodness and Humanity that remain as floating islands in the world are the more difficult to see, the more hidden they are from us!

    The sole and heaven-shouting source of the greatest error and trouble is that good men and true morals d...

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    FUNERAL PRAYER

     

    A gloomy and twilight thinning disturbed my peaceful sleep! - The feather-princes of dark cavillers knocked at my window with past invocations, and with their secret ceremonial voices of doom opened the otherworld of the graveyard! - Many a time have I feared, but in this ominous ghostly night the watchful soldierly voices of the trees only murmured in a secret whisper, warning me in my low ears, "Take care, for to-day the living watch for existence, and the dead welcome the risen grave world! - So it was that in my half-desperate hope I huddled between the boards of my protective bed, shutting out all that might bring danger around me, - until the gloomy visions subsided!

    On the steel-clawed arms of my cloak The heavenly birds of angels, Doves and doves, were humming a secret melody of woe! - They wished to banish the threatening dark death-voice of the threatening death-voice-but the last doom-chorus of the black crows was not hushed, but grew fatal...

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    PESSIMISTIC OPTIMISM

     

    I know that I am a guest but a stranger in the bustling human market of this great big city! I have sought in my existence the home of the hard-working and gentle workaday, and I have worked cleaning and polishing to make forty office rooms shine with a spotless sheen! Yet my shelter-home: Which at once became my home, and my roof, which against the natural laws, which have hitherto guarded and protected me, has been my home, and my roof, which has hitherto protected me, and hitherto only been a part of the good gift which the knights of fortune have entrusted to me with fearful care!

    My bread: With the pure and carefully considered intellect of myself I am not yet seeking it myself - though the assembled weighty and decisive message-volumes of my manuscripts would be just enough - and if the profit-seeking, shapeless world would give me the opportunity, I could stand up with a working consciousness - and not be merely unemployed in a free profession - as ...

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    WE ARE STILL HUMAN!

     

    The chessboard of life, forced into the prison of mortality, yet with a legitimate human conscience, forces the human weak conscience into the long and difficult trials of an innocent prisoner. The human heart, shackled by the shackles of spiritual affliction, is bound with a gallant and unwillingly hesitant will to the swamp of self-pity. in such a fateful situation, perhaps the only refuge for something is that which, with persistent and purposeful determination
    with a backbone of head held high, with a resolute consciousness: the all-embellishing willpower, and the safe easy credulous knowledge that the humane way of life is not given for any price, we often fall in the relentless cat-and-mouse struggle of life, but we rise again 

    but we rise up with spine uplifted, and, listening to the eternal human bells of our conscience, which shines like an eternal beacon of our own sincere and loyal conscience, even if we have to meet the yellow earth...

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    YOUR SENTIENT PHONENDOSCOPE-SELF

     

    Lilies: that was all your joy. You gathered every tiny trumpet-flower of last year's lily-ladies with your fragile swan-hands in the brown waterfalls of your chestnut hair, with the gentle touch of falling petals. I looked upon thee with a broken and weak soul, and thou, with thy armour-clad and valiant bearing, as with a selfless remedy, didst wish to heal the burning wounds of my restless heart!

    In gentle blessedness the tuft of chocolate on my haloed head, which thy harmony-loving body rested on the oak shoulders of my cliffs, rests in gentle bliss! Thou didst leave thy velvet and earthly heavenly smile upon me: for one eternal moment, and I could be the most balanced man in the world - but for a micro-moment of true all-filling - that thou didst listen with thy all-seeing phonendoscope ears to the lamentations of my morphing heart, hidden in secret half-way,

    The lamentations and the longings and the woes of the world! And it was only one ...

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    CONDEMNATION OF THE PERSONALITY

     

    We are but puppets of interests, hoping for the same profit or gain! The only moral voice of the soul that lurks silently in the secret tunnels of our personality, the voice that says: "Remain a man of human conscience", is quickly and immediately forgotten, like a sudden, apparent flush of shark's fins!

    - As if we were the only well-planned chess pieces of Damocles' decrees, doomed to mortality and numbered chess pieces of existence: pawns and sinning and weak scarlet criminals of this age that tests man and turns everything and everyone against him! - When we, with our positions of hoped-for career and rank, walk into all the donkey-ladder buildings of the big corporations that eat up all the money, and trample them underfoot with our involuntary and blameworthy conviction: those who have really tried to be useful to the labour market by producing profit! Today, our intellect still dreams deep in its Procrustean bed, because it can hard...

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    Sudden causes

     

    If suddenly things were to go so wrong that the oxygen supply to your calcified and diseased bones in the twilight blood tunnels stopped, what would you say to a world in a life-and-death struggle, fighting only each other, if you were to die suddenly? What would I say? - I would tell you that many things thought small and insignificant 

    In my earthly affairs I have made my blunders and mistakes with tons of scarlet sins, but I have tried as best I could in my soul and backbone to learn from them all! And, whatever my creative turn of mind, I have remained the herald and half-hearted pen-turner of this fateful age!

    I would admit that what the life and slap in the face of existence, condemned to mortality, intended and determined for me as a direction of decision and guidelines with a Páka-whistle, I alone committed and tolerated with obstinacy of will, only and exclusively myself, with incessant evil, or, if possible, with a cold head...

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    CAPTIVITY

     

    A cold and half-cold bird in a cage: our soul-body is imprisoned in the doomed bone-prison of our mortality since we came into the world! - We shall be more and more pressed by the all-knowing organic restlessness: every little bell-clang of our heartbeat shall whisper with its melody the patiently numbered and measured eternal messages of our days here on earth!

    As alien castaways of a single body, we will always be prisoners in a bone-museum until the lawful sand-periods of our existence are gone: are we only organic matter, bone and tactile and palpable bone-tissue? 

    It cannot be! Full of tiny moments of magic: Defining and perhaps all-deciding encounters that leave deep traces, blazing glimpses of fireflies and the romance of heaven beyond earth! There is something unique and unrepeatable in every creature: even in the thinking and reckoning man!

    My brain never shuts off, glowing with stress, boiling and burning like a volcanic...

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    WITH SINCERE CONFIDENCE TO THE WIFE

     


    It will surely happen: I will have browned, rock-hard potato skins and worn, drought-riddled biscuits for my daily and only meal! People will laugh with useless ruthlessness, trample me underfoot, and with no regard for humanity, with the product of their tongues, scornfully and gallantly brand me! My blessed wife will kiss my ever-thinking brain, and my hairy bushy hands, and I shall see through the mirrors of my soul how much 

    with tender merciful tact, and with more honourable grace, that her husband's lot is now hard, and instead of fighting complaints, and constant demands for money and reckoning, she will spread her two sanctified wing-arms with the harmonies of tranquillity, that I may rock to a soothing sleep on her mother's lap the ever-shy and skittering skull of my ever-shy and skittering skull!
    And then the world, what my fake shame and law shall inflict on me, my spouse's backbone of humanity and human standing ...

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    A DAY OF PHILOSOPHISING

     

    "Why do you complain, with your constant and gloomy pessimism, that the gift of life is untrue, that you are torn and crucified like a prisoner on a cross for twelve hours a day, that you do not have enough to earn your bread to pay the rent, and that you are tired of the struggle for existence, which is reborn as a Promethean organ? - all is in vain, and nowadays it's only a dream and a lamentation, and yet you're always dreaming, chasing after unrealizable dreams and chasing after failed fortune: your deluded visions are like those of a naive child who is obsessed and determined to do everything!"

    Hurt me not, and let no man wield over my head the sword of Damocles with his arbitrary judgments! With little hope, I strove to save what was destined to be destroyed by the destructive time of the age! And if I, for the heaven-feeling on earth, Desire love, it can only be Because Cupid, and Cupid's arrow, In secret conspiracy, Deliberate...

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    WRESTLING OF THE DAYS

     

    "Luck is inevitable when you are determined to climb the ladder successfully for your own sake!" - say the lucky ones who have long ago sold out to profit-hunting and profit-driven interests! Damn! - The dreary monotony of our days would be drowned in a single drop of water - if there were such a thing - by the calculating harassment and the selling of individual personality!

    Man grinds up his organism at an incessant rush: and if need be, if not, the strenuous drudgery is nowadays rather unprofitable, and brings little laurel! He who today steals, cheats, and conquers the stock-market and interest-markets of paper masses for profit, is but a victor without battle or struggle - in vain - for the soul-richness of the fine strings of reason - who can understand it with a whole and sincere heart?!

    The truly essential and important things are always invisible to the lenses of the eye, for only by searching hard and yet with sufficient patie...

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    MAY VISION

     

    The secret harbinger of summer May has sent intoxicating arrows of sunshine into the lap of the earth! All that was living and dead with phoenix-flowers sprouted and faded, renewed as Promethean bodies on the lush surface of the brown earth! The snow hyacinth that looks like heaven Is the blessed and faithful brother of the tinkling-hated lily of the valley!

    The halo-light fell like Eden-nectar curtains of showers, and lured from the tanned and fertile breast of earth The hidden Pandoran hopeful seeds of hope of existence! As if the rainbow-boating chalices of the hydrangeas had offered the shelter of parasols above the twilight-glories of the tulips, and Mother's Day the most blessed cure for wounds of the soul, its sacred flower of ever-faithful solace: the angelic lily of the valley, innocent in its defencelessness, and ever unbreakable in its fragility, with the words of Truth-telling!

    Its heavenly bell-petals, sacredly clinging to little...

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    CALVARY

     

    How alone I was, and alone in the solitude of my prison of prodigality, in the full responsibility of my life's creation, in the single-minded determination of my purpose! On the small and independent island of walls of my home, a safe haven, I lived out my days, carving for hours the words of meaningful lines, the sounds that only within me were ever resounding, and the messages of the lines, doomed to transience, yet thought-provoking!

    In the star-end of my inner microcosm's hall, A dear face's loving longing of my eyes' pearls A sudden waterfall of fierce pearls on my chubby face! And through the sometimes untrue hellish torture of life I tried to go through with a clattering stumbling, yet with an uplifted will, and to do the trying and calculating tasks of my existence!

    And for once, my rabbit-hearted conscience, which had been constantly in terror and on the battlefield of self-pity and self-doubt, could be reassured as a un...

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    ATTEMPT AT COMPASSION

     

    Who will ever be whom with unconditional loyalty I dare to let in through the secret gates of my heart in the heartfelt humility of trust? Who will be the fortunate chosen One who, with all-forgiving X-ray eyes, Can search me in search of the Truth, my most inmost child-self: Who weeps, whines, and in everlasting terror Seeks for evermore brooding excuses, For he is more interested in the paradisiacal state of peace, And in the firmly resolved compromise, Than in the fierce war, thought futile futility!

    I would not have wished, who could believe me, to have been a hereditary bureaucrat, day after day, with this great cog-wheel world, and to have served my brave manhood with the aimlessness of Caracane! I would have liked no merit badges, no badges of honour, all the fuss for me seemed a vain effort! - Yet was it the hardest thing to remain a humane man on the earth's wheel, who was not tempted by the treachery of a corruptible personality!

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    TO HOPE

     

    At the feasting frenzy of rich tables - I confess frankly - I am terrified, and I am constantly terrified! I wonder if there will be any more intimate and idyllic moments of family and soul-warming togetherness, and any remaining minutes treasuring the morals of my past, when I am constantly wondering, ruminating, and clacking night and day in my worn-out and worn-out brain, how will I pay the bills, the bills, the bills of my existence, in the numbered days of my mortal life, when the productive solitude is doomed to endure? !

    I have always been attracted by the stubborn and backbone of lion-hearted men: if, broken in labour, they have laid their well-earned breadwinner's wages at the mercy of their moral Himalayan conscience, and their substantial truths at the mercy of their word! Every day, as a wise master who knows which path to tread, With self-righteous discourses that begin life, Hope encourages me!

    I would like everyone to leave me ...

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    MAKE YOU THINK

     

    The dying minutes of years, like dutiful old men, counseling man, and like compasses, their wise and tangible directions forcing the labyrinths of the fertile brain to ponder! Man, as a traveller who longs to forget, and to reckon with all that has happened, carries on through an existence the mistaken decisions of his past! Some strange stranger we once comforted, and with the healing balm of our kisses tried to heal, perhaps forever, the pain of all-remembering thorns in his soul!

    And we forgot, perhaps for eternity and for a certain time - because we erased from our memory, as a cleansing stream of the Creator, those unforgettable and long-ago figures of character whom we respected and supported in their moral backbone! Which safe or bank of thought can preserve the rich and unforgettable treasures of memory? The characteristic moments of the present surround us, and are multiplied by the indelibility of the past!

    And in vain! If we let the me...

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    LAST DAY

     

    When the day will come when mortality will be cut like a phalanx, when my strength as a walker will have waned and my biological clock, which is in the prison of my body, will have struck its last and fatal minutes of life, when every word we say to each other with due honest truth will have been necessary, to be whispered with barely trembling lips, for our potted lips are numb with anguish, and as I bid my last and irreversible farewell to my loved ones in my last life, I dare to say this as a confessional account: Am I really afraid of the world beyond? 

    Yet will the healing angelic hands of my blessed and selflessly caring wife give me the final peace and balance of soul-harmony? As one who is consciously aware that he has not yet finished his remaining work of earthly creation and nascent creation, I will suffer - with the pangs of unforgivable remorse - and suffer that in the full and unified realization of the human completed meaning of being, ...

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    A REFLECTION ON AGE

     

    I would like to look at this age with open eyes, with careful scrutiny and with the tools of diligence! To see - with impunity, like a camphor-air, searching and rummaging through the pages of individual human characters - what chemical substances combined to influence a human character to behave as it should, or to tolerate little trace of it?

    I would but seek - under every stone meticulously - I would but gaze, that halo and glowing halo, that precious quartzoma eye looks upon me as the most precious unpolished gem of precious metals: the rock-hard diamond! 

    And man's true worth of being would be his human person, and not his interest to be bought, and the thoughtful intelligence that shines there unnoticed on the library-shelves of the spirit! In this insane and inhuman age, as loyal subjects of chess pieces, some individuals, endowed with greater and all-powerful power, play games of profit and gain with human characters that can be ...

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    RECONING

     

    If your biological members have already become skeletons, and your existence has faded away like a mortal frivolity of dust, please stop for one lasting moment, the all-defining moment, and ponder the philosophical questions that sum up your existence: Have you succeeded in retaining in yourself the loyal responsibility inherited from your parents, and the sustaining Gerincessity that lends you the strength to be a humane man, and not a nodding John, or, if desperate circumstances so require, a jerking up and down at will, according to interest and influence, a Janji? 

    Have you kept what your honesty, incapable of lying, and always seeking only the truth, has made you say? That you should always consider carefully and carefully your life-changing and fateful decisions? And that you should always follow the combined commands of your heart and your mind in deciding the difficult and complex situation, and if you have already devoted your precious head t...

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    Ars poetica

     

    I am an experimenter! I write down the prolific and reborn Promethean lines of my thoughts in sentences, or even stanzas of verse, as a sign of witnessing reckonings: man should not merely entertain himself in relaxation, but should reflect on the eternal guidelines and messages of the works of authors!

    I am a man! So my responsibility is greater than that of those who, with the rhythmic vascular system of the world, do not vibrate or think at all! Responsibility blessed with Rock-Hope: Humanity of Conscience, that you are responsible because you are an actively creative particle of dust in the world is more important than any preconceived compass aim!

    I complain a lot! I look with self-pitying half-hearted conviction at how to come to a peace agreement with a profit-interested century that tramples on human beings as individual individuals? I know well: what would be possible with selfless acceptance and a helpful understanding of the possibilit...

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    FAITHFUL WAITING

     

    Faithfully waiting for the sustenance of my only reliable and hitherto never failing existence, my beating heart, which toils day and night in ceaseless toil, is only a clickety-clack. It is waiting for the inevitable and all-determining, characteristic and eternal meeting, which, with patient half-ignorance, is still rather far away, but which, in the cogwheel-presence of the universe, is drawing nearer! 

    When the star of hope, shining and fragile in the two halos of love, with the confidence of understanding and the fragile expression of love, under the shelter of the sustaining forehead, reveals - concealing nothing - and with a firm vow of love: I need you, as long as I can hold out as an unavoidable sacrificial prisoner in the prison-catacombs of my body, that as long as I can allow the unity of the universe as one 
    as one power, that all our phonendoscopic sensibility and heartbeat's fused and whispering soul-bells of one heartbe...

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    RUSHING THROUGH THE DAYS

     


    The days alternate like autumn with winter, or the darkness of night with the serene mornings, everything turns and moves, keeping the fleeting minutes of infinite time in a sane and circular motion, and so quickly the month of January, the month of foggy ice-armour, bitter in itself, flies before our eyes, with its nightmarish and visionary mystery, a little sneaking in magic that calls to itself the ghosts, wandering shadows and curious goblins, we feel it too, if not in the depths of our ever-young souls, but in the supporting columns of the skeleton of the organism: in the system of our bones, that they can certainly and certainly well sense and feel the outbreaks and icy retreats of the weather. 

    But perhaps, if we keep in our souls a tiny candle-light: the eternal candle of Humanity and Love, which, as a protective torch, seeks to help all who are in need, and hopes we may be on the way to the real truth: we must accept with understandin...

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    Soul spaces

     

    From my eyes there flowed only the coagulated eyeballs of honest incredulity; chains of true pearls were lined up under my baggy eyes like clumps of onion-clumps! In feverish, timeless grayness, my rebellious finger-tips grope ever after instinct-secrets! With my senile self long since pregnant, I have regrown my outcast, my Golgotha-maiden! I think of only one thing: where and how could I have begun anew with my soul-mate another, more substantial, and perhaps wiser life?!

    In my being there still ticks the timeless, proud beating of the Universe in my ever more agitated, wicked time-bomb beats; in my metaphors the eternal, immortal compliments of love and all-powerful romances still reach me! Outside, stunted Minotaurs flock, hoping for mimic-majestic riches, and, looking into the invisibility of their curved mirrors, curiously peer at the compromising world!

    The mature soul, thought lost, wanders into prehistoric massive-syrupy solitude to find...

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    The chess player


      
    Exotic glances draw you into their spell. Teasing, cuddling, supple, flirtatious breasts lean out of a festive cleavage at will, calling mainly for Alpha males: they grant the already hard-to-get permission for seduction operations.

    Hands no longer grope childishly, pensively, hesitantly - but the staring, bulging eyes actually strip away the exotic glare. Amorous flirtation begins in quickened rhythms, culminating in closed-circuit cat-and-mouse battles. Open, insidious smiles keep you on a leash or off a leash: no one knows who is keeping whom on a leash? - He plays only self-discreetly, curiously portraying and looking before him, as if petty secrets had a life of their own.

    When hesitant calculation sparkles on each other, insinuating pseudo-pleasures into themselves, the newest luring words of the All-enticing All-ness rise up on the cellar-lady of their primeval instincts. A single gesture can be worth a thousand betrayals, when ...

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    Donkey generations


      
    This world no longer exists and is no longer being created in the way that the working man or the exiled outcast might expect it to be. There are, of course, enlightened nouveau riche and strumpet-barons, canary-peasants in cages - but the warm security of employment can no longer permeate the whole.

    The young teenagers are no longer nesters either - but integral participants in bacchanalia of binge-drinking, drunken bacchanalia. Like a fearsome, raucous herd, the enduring congregations of wolf-eyed brutes and louts stampede through the ruins of Nineveh's deserted cities like an idiotic mob.

    Tomorrow is not exactly an idyllic, dreamy scene of luxury. Common sense and creative, performance-mindedness wither away, perhaps for nothing!

    Corrupters and corrupted alike are the alienated and the willful mouth-breathers, from whom the defenceless child is terrified, from whom culture trembles. The idyll, the romance, if there was...

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    Down position


     
    All that's left is to avoid tomorrow. The problem-root of troubles, like busy moles, chewing away at the path of both success and further meritorious validation. Can there no longer be in the heart of man a single, secluded, sacred refuge or nook where he can bravely or deservedly hide for a while?!

    We have become naked, like the aimless dead with their beards in the prison of the dissecting table, or in the chains of interrogation lights. Caring, helping hands, it is feared, could all be called in vain in great troubles. A questioning company of orphans would call Witnesses, judges, apostates,- But all already feel, and know, As targets of the Future's crosshairs, All tried, bumpy roads back to infinity.

    Into cries, or unshareable pains hung on the walls of silent silences - there is no longer any reason to be bitter. Careful footprints they would have planted in the loops of hesitant Time, but between Will and Will it was easy to b...

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    THE RECORD OF LIVES

     

    In the faces of men you search for the impossible: the apocryphal necrology of unfulfilled dreams, desires and emotions, the tiny requiems of lives, which in a single glance, in a stunned realization, even flicker and reveal themselves! You cannot be free in your emotions, in your thoughts, for if you follow in the footsteps of snarling men, you yourself become an animal: And where is the universal pledge of the all-forgetting and liberating laughter nowadays? 

    Canst thou know thyself, if thou tell on another, or betray? You live your Existence by a recipe, - but the answers, the recurring questions, you cannot guess yourself! - You greet the drooling, chewing kittens of cockroaches who don't appreciate you with kisses on the hand, stolen from novels and the ivory towers of fiction, who feel alone and at ease in the fashionable boutiques of the malls, and Poetry, Poetry,

    as an ars poetica, a state of being, or a vocation-consciousness, i...

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    I THINK OF YOUR FACE


    (To V.K. with love)

    A well-packed hiking bag and a pair of skirt pants. - That's what I thought of you when I searched through memories and rediscovered you in unbreakable infinity: the eternal minute-stop when you waited alone on the long-distance bus platform to the Archbishop's Square, in the cathlan of heat-clusters, hoping someone would pick you up 

    and forgive you the weight of your burden! In the submissive and fragile lines of your swan shoulders I discovered not only you again, but also the shards of your disarming allness in your eye-sights! - And then thy valiant name, and then, on thy flushed rosy cheeks, to kiss thy rosebuds. 

    Thy unwearied gaze, forgiving all, glid'd on my face's weary trenches! I pitied thee much, and pity'd the shower of thy truthful tears; - in our ancient ordeal, when fancy youth had mock'd thy spine-keeping, - how often I have wonder'd how I might comfort thee with a majes...

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    PATHETIC CRY

     

    What a pitiful folly, the enriching fad of youth! As a student I clung to the inexhaustible Parnassus towers of knowledge, By the budding and forgiving May suns of May: to be there, with the burgeoning responsibility of mature youth, in the shelters of the bench-rows, of the slyly murdering cathedrals, where heated lovers taste the forbidden and considered emotions between them, where the shadow that longs to haunt hides under the bench, and the smouldering gaze welcomes the favours of the dumbfounded 

    And how good would it be if the crowns of the grounded trees were just then dropping their golden fruit! And long-buried in the tables of my fair beloved's buried plum-dark fists, Spoon and bread would live, trusting, and the rushing time would be stopped by love-fulfillment flirting with all!

    - The hair of brown-straw-flame would be crowned with the proud one-eyed knife-ray! Hair! And now the years, flying on, Suddenly speed from us like ...

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    FAITHFUL SERVE WAY


    (With love to teacher V.K.)

    I have been your slave and your faithful slave for a long time, now you shall have my rightful and afflicted orphanhood: With the hellish hordes of days behind me, And with their fierce demons I fought alone, For I must, and the law within me demanded: the macabre Heart! I have kept thee - and thou knowest well - that I have stood by thee, always! 

    The romance of my kisses was often but a budding kiss on thy fairy-face's pond, Chased with unrelenting sincerity by the hopeless knowledge That I was lost to thee for ever, and my loneliness was sucked in at one stroke By cosmos-wandering Nothing, when thou didst with thy haughty hubris tell Thee that thy heart's beating eternal constellation Was another realm. Strangler

    with my jealousy I did not wake you: I let you go in contented consciousness, for I wanted to know with every nerve cell and trust that the verdict of responsible judgment could only come from...

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    REQUEST FOR QUESTIONS 


    (With love to V.R.)

    Thirty-one? Is it true you're sooner gone than ever! Did you think so? In many a ordeal with tearful dioptre Thou didst put the gauntlet down, but always with head held high, never giving up, Thou didst accept the challenge! What is the matter with you?! For so long have they been unable to reach you through the earth-embracing threads of the wide-contoured ether! Does it exist in the 21st century?

    There is no bargain nor common understanding in the world of Tomorrow: else any one shall crush and torment me! I wonder if all you ever heard was the sincere, truthful, true word: "We'll look for each other after university!" - Your hopeful words still echo in my head. "You'll see!" - I was forced to close my eyes and keep our shared memories shining with an unbroken halo beneath the surface: 

    I gave thee on all the more illustrious occasions, with everlasting good wishes - while thou knew'...

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    IN 1983

     

    It was in this year that old T.N. The unemployed, the eternal beauty of Münchhausen, the romantic suitor and vulnerable newborn troubadour, saw the light of day. he was not fed fertile breast milk and almost fell asleep in his cot, clinging greedily to his love self. he dreamed of eternal life! 

    Mum went into labour for four hours haunted by Tomorrow, soon after George Orwell wrote 1984, and Christmas was the focus of much attention in Bögöte Street! - Two more years and he thought his wife would give birth to her own edible babble! And Reagan announced his Star Wars plan, while Mrs Thatcher was off to Budapest! 

    1983: A new day, and perhaps a new chance for someone of a brighter future where all the proud dreams of man's dreams will come true. Legendary in the eighties: we all hoped and dared to believe that in the clattering war of typewriters we could only be witnesses and victims, then we were transcended 

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    LUCKY BASTARD

     

    "You're a lucky bastard, my friend!", I was told afterwards, humiliations, blue-purple wounds, life-slaps, soul-vulnerabilities: a broken and broken youth, a terror network of the soul, a car accident convalescence! - Not even this is cheap, a real fortune and a good refuge for the humane-hearted! Let's add that this was the experience of a chubby teddy bear, a fat buffoon made of vulnerability, who knew nothing but to compliment and romanticize in his own peculiar and cavalier way! 

    Showering crocodile shells from himself, until the ugly duckling, the musk-animal of life, crumbles like a porcelain elephant: the living, desperate insecurity himself, which was worthy of comfort and cuddling! I have found the compliments in the star-gazes of ladies, and may the One and indivisible Whole remain: in the moments of love's metamorphosis fulfilled, the 

    And the round-finished biology: the angel winking at us with her litt...

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    TEMPTERS

     

    You could really understand!
    I can hardly answer otherwise with unfinished sentences even before love. Moral order reigns in the jungle of my soul, And the cosmic compass of constellations my senses modestly observe! From a million nervous orbits: Of remorse, remorse, and self-pity, The wounded heart is loosed, that crocodile-sized

    Tears ready to embrace - for the power of sincere consolation! I sat beside thee in the university pews: in the fatal crossroads of reason's fatal golgotha, and in that hallowed and eternal moment I understood: the rose of thy frail heart beams to me its sincere help, its consolation and emotion! It was a mystical superstition. There was silence in your words: deep and resolute wisdom! 

    If for no other reason, thou couldst at least understand! - I have no child yet! It is not fear and lack of responsibility that repels me, but rather the ancient despairing consciousness: lacking in self-confidence, I co...

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    DON QUIXOTE - OWNERSHIP

     

    All around us, blind Babel-clutter, linguistic bickering, the XXI century, ant-traffic, unemployment and abandoned Theiresias-hope, it is not too late to forget everything, to go to the death for our true Truth, with a new creed, with a new attitude! 

    On the retained balance of our wavering self-confidence, We have survived the wraths of the spiteful, and the loves of Cassandra, And now should rest in harmony: Who in his mother's hug of refuge, Who in an equal hand of hope, which calls me dear, clings, and in the life-long punishment of compliments, I cannot be wholly reconciled to myself: I spend all my time in a cultic dump, I can only hope that above, where angels sing soothing telepathy melodies

    In pearls of stars, Someone smiles back at me, And watches, guarding my restless dreams. - And among all the indecipherable Delilah glances, among all the flirtatious glances that twist my head, I do not know myself, and I do not understand w...

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    VICTIMS OF WORK

     

    It's getting further and further away from the ground of reality...
    I am aware of my limits and my presence of mind! Sooner I'll become a pessimist, and I'll have to spend more time in front of locked doors! - Nothing is as valuable as it used to be: cheating is the new fashion, the misuse of kisses! - Objects that I have treasured up with a thought I cherish; for long I was a child and vulnerable, and slept nightmares till dawn! - I would have liked to colonize an editorial office with the manuscripts of my thoughts!

    And I still keep repeating the firm lines of stubborn stubbornness, which are immortalized in immortality, "just in case" - sooner or later -, because the last breath of our life has long been passed on to our descendants by DNA microbiology - that would be fine! - But where will it be and can it be

    the marketplace of ideas that once had better days: the alphabetical pool of compasses, messages and apocr...

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    THE CROSS OF MY SLIPS

     

    My stumbling blocks are barely steady, but they stumble on and on, and my conscience is in the end a wreck! - Something I have lost - which, perhaps, was never really mine, Yet with crystal-beads scattered in the trenches of my eyes I have endured and sympathized! Like secret compliments in sweet and flattering words, I poured with hopeless romance my proud and

    of whom I always foolishly thought: I must be the only one, and my heart, seeing that her mischievous and eager kisses were too much for another, in modesty broke in pieces! In a heaven of faces I would have sought and found Honesty's allies, And at last I myself got a candy and a coke peach For my cobbled isle of cobbled bum! 

    - Oh, but I would have liked an eternal and sure support: a refuge for the homeless soul in hiding: the beautifully shining, mischievous pools of eyes, to find comfort and self-confidence in the laughing meteor-eyes, so that I would not have been shocked my...

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    FLYING DEATH

     

    Why are the answers to great tragedies, the forced answers to fateful decisions, the moral norms, the non-negotiable systems of rules, imposed on us?! Do we carry heavy burdens, rocks, shackling burdens, and even we ourselves do not really understand and know that as a Sisyphus of non-negotiable Courage, we reach the mountain of goals? 

    The cracked groans of tears' pain Shiver in ghosts' pursuing eyes, And we ourselves may be but stumbling roots, Pushed and dragged by the vile mud-ground Towards deeper and deeper whirlpools! And the rest, like armies of ravenous fleas, like a starving chaos of blood-sucking leeches, at the unconditional doom-orders of envy and jealousy: they stone, they trample, and kill him who builds more successfully 

    nowadays, brick by brick, his well-established life: Life, in vain, will not bargain with man, Our little blunders, our grey daily transgressions, are well laughed at from afar! - We must rise d...

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    KICKING FROM THE MUD

     

    See in the air-space it will come, it will appear, It will come before the romance of your kiss; The tear-streams of your eyes will dry again your happiness, And the intoxicating present will plant its sigh through the gates of your heart! Thy bones flirtatiously embrace the fragments of All! As if thou wert plundering heaven's Eden-treasures, and like a thief's careful thief, and blasphemous murderous words 

    Poisonous glances up and down thy Adam's apple-tube rush; Thou wilt be vulnerable till the day of thy all-knowing death, For memory is long since robbed from thee by thy unscrupulous cortex and Time! - Thy first pains will be followed by stinging thorns, and so on, yet daily with Sisyphus' heel Thou wilt embody the Will: Thou shouldst act and do thy eternal work! 

    Shall the crematorium-face that winked at me from my reflection wink at me! How long have I used my cracked crystal for shaving, when I may have lost myse...

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    GROTESCQUE-DREAM

     

    The libraries of reason have long since been infected with the idea that Work is useless! It would save even the lost province, and many, if they can, will save for retirement! Man, lying prostrate, swears vengeance on his own insatiability, and curses like obscene men on deaf indifference! He suffers twelve hours a day in daily torment, if he had any -

    But this can hardly be, for only the higher powers can understand the word-scorn, and by offering the semblance of opportunity, man lives without a monthly fix or yields to the temptation of sin! - Rarely have I had the privilege of meeting wise men! A man's hesitant decision depends on himself alone! Out of the mire of time, unanswered questions multiply and rise again! 

    We exist in the age: we imbibe in it the memories of our sorrow, and must daily wrestle with the proud and obstinate demons of our self-pity: for it is right and true - it is the necessity of necessity that holds us resp...

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    REWIND

     

    As a child, almost everything was so easy: toy cars trapped in sandpits, beaming with joy. And if I stumbled in my bare feet, my dear mother, with a forgiving look, helped me up: every day had its own meaning and purpose! 
    Among the shrieks of light-hearted clowns I felt it, 

    I was once more a full man! - I often woke up after the birth of a newborn baby: I had wandered in compassion and compassion, in dreams, and in reality I was rooted in a half-weakness! 

    He who still breathes and lives in the typing of his private life Will yet reach the Atlantis shores of rest and replenishment: after me still creeps, creeps, the envy of cunning eyes Hunts me, and ancient knowledge, where jealousy rears its head, There is no stone left on the ruins of understanding!

    The Persecution haunts me and pursues me! The sneaking knowledge that I am a fleeing beast to be hunted, because foolish laws allow it! And only the echoing voice ...

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    LOOKING BEHIND THE SCENES

     

    Why are you threatening unemployment? - I'm afraid of poverty too! Why must you scare my prodigal heart with misery? - I was afraid of opportunity! Why do you make the mice drink the music of the showers, you little brat? - I have borne the self-pity of great souls as long as I have been: I should be content, and not unhappy in error, as others think and suppose! 

    It is easy to laugh at other men's blunders, when you laugh at your own! The millstones of trouble and earthly things that bind men together cannot be forgotten! Yet it is facing our daily trials with honesty that shows: As a man, blood thyself, and never let thy cheap temptations give thee up in thy frivolity!

    - Look at thy own face: orphaned childish eyes gaze on thee, From the imprisonment of crystal vaults opposite. How is it possible that still the proud and unruly shadows of childhood traumas come back to haunt you? How is this possible, if we look at the earthly copi...

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    PERSISTENT RISK

     

    As the justly blind who sees before him the goal, the opportunity, the human star face That would pledge his life to him, and yet he does not ask, cannot keep, the familiar gestures and the sign language searching in faces: he stops and his conscience is flooded with unexpected despair, murderous terror! So have I been myself! In the scornful scrutiny of exam-eyes, which in the peace of my home hath often smitten me, your envious looks, torn from me

    And in the jealous scrutiny of your jealous scrutiny, I might have found the path to the golden gates of my heart - My soul was on the field of idyllic captivity! Alas! - But in the depths of thy heart the treasury was crumbling - I was slowly and imperceptibly reduced to a nobody among a multitude of other-willed, miserly men - it mattered not - but I could not find the glitter wasted for me in the economy of thine eyes! 

    And while in thee rose a new Atlantis-continent of immortal sentiment - wh...

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    LOCATE  

                                  

    It would be nice to settle down slowly: in some secret present, in an intimate handshake, in the protection of unconscious Morse codes, in the crossfire of disarming glances! Some secret atmosphere - a place where we can be at home, and where we don't meet as enemies, but as friends! And where the insecurities of existence can be easily shed! 

    In a crowded press, we do not push each other hesitantly and intrusively, but in our answers, in our common spiritual secrets. The two ancient secrets of our trust: the repeated blunders of our actions are zealously guarded by the speeding Time, and every minute and look, the eloquent gestures of our actions dance, softly chanting promises: "I will be with you!" - And all are suspicious who with steadfast stubbornness cherish The Past: as the heritage of a sinner, and cannot flee, for there is no...

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    SOUL-CATCHING

     

     

    If thou shalt be tried and tested, why fear? Thou hast not chased sorrow, self-pity, idyllic compliments, but hast breathed according to the law of completeness! - The broken loneliness of the heart seems to be fulfilled, if the doubt grows in our bodies, whether I have done all things well, and have done my deeds and laws, and as 

    understand more and more, that not with a broken heart But with a fused immortal emotion serve the shackled secrets of eyes! - Perhaps it's only a clear and ancient struggle For the final fulfilment found, for the peace that we have felt In each other's heartbeats: In the restless and restless soul-clicks Long-forgotten desire circles in circular rhythm More and more majestically: Common family ties, eyes-pleasings, self-pity 

    O, but could I have been happy once, Had we found together, with affectionate will, A remedy for the pessimistic storm? - Words I sought, confessions, words of ...

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    BREATHING ON THE OUTSIDE

     

    The vulnerable soul guards the silence of its solitude! On the road, on the way, the foot drags and carries the burden of trials within itself! And at last the will can only conquer The world's impromptu tribunal! The way-route that tries man, and the home-retreat, are bound together; man shudders when he sees a new goal and task, and his conscience falters at the sight of surprise success! 

    A man's place can only be right if his word is answered by sincerity! In your soul the incomprehensible and unfinished paths wind more and more confusedly: you set out on them again, when everything has become uncertain and unknowable and you cannot find your place - you crawl forward hesitantly and half-cowardly on the beaten paths: you cannot yet see the end of your journey, but it is drawing nearer and nearer - so you spy it curiously yourself! 

    Wherever the encouraging word calls, Caring, whispering messengers are sent to each other, To ...

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    FORBIDDEN ADMISSION

     

    At such a time I think, foolishly and foolishly, with compassionate remorse, If I could look up in the all-embracing sky A tiny, luminous comet with my heart's infinite love I would shower, And like the selfish man who cares only for his own happiness and not for the happiness of others, As a caring person, I would find the pure, strong radiance of your photograph In the rain of tears of the heavens! - No matter if thou didst imagine I lied, And in the complimentary channels of my lips, As conquering colonial empire, aimed at thy heart's beating!

    To me every fleeting minute was a gift, A priceless, exalted sacrifice: When once a stranger I wandered in the rickety, gaping voids Of university rows, you gave me a selfless angel's hand, With humility in countless variants I gave you my life! - I have been ashamed of many things before myself. I have drifted too far from the real truth, 

    but to the bewitching, bombarding rays of eyes,...

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    ON EMINANCE-MAN

     


    I'm barely twenty. A tender, eggshell
    I was a lonely adolescent, living on my own
    When I first heard the sound of the first
    of the organ for a whole semester! Ó,
    how often have I trembled and shuddered when
    on his resounding hammer-voice the

    the eminence of literature, the prestigious old wizards
    The knowledge-bearing and knowledge-transmitting Knight! - none
    No other voice has ever sounded so in my memory's blotches
    The voice of a man who has never been a part of me
    unquestioning, as in a noble rock
    fine thin hairs!

    There I was bewitched and in love for ever
    In the ancient and pensive moments of his seminary! All
    With all its stately humanity, the human mind is an unknown
    with the human mind unknown to the human mind unknown
    the unknown colonies of the unknown, and with lightness of spirit
    enchanted and conquered.

    ...

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    WHAT'S LEFT?

     

    From the back I face the concrete wall, With every possibility and will: While inside I'm a trembling orphan, a vulnerable wound! The hysterical Word of hysteria was thus preached by meddlesome, macabre buckaroos: their unquestioning bickering was manifested in a thousand sputtering forms! - Where have I come from to the unknown and uncertain depths of abysses? 

    Here is the supreme question, Why? Was it because I, a buffoon who fails all, Whispered romance in hesitant, childish lines To ears waiting for love, And to the broken voices of my soul With a few kiss-bombs arose a flower-blade, a lily-eyed blossom! 

    I have learned to appreciate that the pearl shower of bullets may be pure in its fragility, innocent in its nobility! - That made me such a nobody, such a molasses, such a man, such a man of will, such a man of action, such a man of no notice, such a man of no importance, like a fat snail that carries his home-slumber on his ba...

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    FOR MY MOTHER

    I see my mother. Her twenty-year-old face.
    She is not threatened by the dangerous tear of a furrow,
    Twelve hours she has taken,
    and her lips rather closed and sealed,
    She never meant to complain!

    His straight sword-flower's body,
    like a bow, straightened in a straight line.
    In his crown of hair the autumn colours
    The dye of the hair!

    To her lion-like willfulness
    The years have made great sacrifices.
    He was always vulnerable,
    Though on the edge of ruthless worlds
    He'd rather walk with his pallos-hat raised,
    And then tenderness may be forgiven
    For sins forgiven.

    No man, no barrier carved in rock
    ...nor in any rock...
    Passes the dawns uncertain,
    ...in the wounded twilight of the uncertain dawn,
    and with unbreak'd cheerfulness ever stood,
    and with two fists, with iron will, measured
    with the uncertain future,
    ...

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    INVIOLABLE PROHIBITION

     

    I gently unfurl the wings of my handkerchief: I take care of the vulnerability of your fingers! Your outstretched swan-hand's valley-menace beckons me. It bends towards me in a subtle curve, silent, on a continent of fragrant paper. The Nessus-pain of thy tears when they gushed, heedless of ominous curses with fulfilled legends, I quickly gave up all the fractional-stellar drops to the ray of thy omnipotent eyes. In the nectar of thy kisses thou didst cherish thy all! - I have learnt by thee to cherish silence, To wait for more opportune moments, To feel the piercing eternity of thy gaze, The treasure-treasure-treasure of thy heart Beneath thy fertile ribs! 

    On the oak beams of my shoulders thy lily-head yet trembled: With smiles of heart-happy smiles-I have not yet colonized thy heart! I was always a welcome guest, I kissed your princess's crotch always with humility - in my vast imagination, of course! I have never been a brave and brave fel...

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    FOR YOUNG-OLD MAN

     

    Ridiculous vagabond or trite confessor, Pathetic nobody of cheaply smuggled and secretly stolen flies! What are you waiting for? You should earn money for your musings, your thinking skulls, floating in the soup of the intellect of well-to-do companies! Are you waiting for your caring and cherishing grandmother to stand by your side and scrape out your hard-earned chestnuts? It's a give-and-take moment! Never forget! There are no humane people here - only a few at most - 

    no selfless helping, healing eyes, humble helping hands! Here there can only be what is left over from trade and the laws of free market movements as a remnant: Zac from the coffee puffs, or what is left over from the mouths of greedy big fish and piranhas as a hook - because it is no longer needed as surplus and falls out! What thou hast scraped for thyself with sweaty hands, by twelve hours' labour, thou hast 

    you can take! And the fair division of mine and t...

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    DERAILED THOUGHT

     

    Because the past always comes back to haunt us from many years...
    I haven't forgotten my June exam, as a little college student in mortal fear of the ordeal we awaited! There I sat, eyes wide, before a firing squad of examiners: and my ton-heavy heart raged, raged like a sweating smart-ass - how could I be such a sucker as to miss the point before me? Just in front of my nose?

    Behind me in Time: wars, petty rivalries, fires blaze for unbridled right ass-ladder-ranks, my wounded soul I have long since shut up! - I am not admitted by the widening world, and the lady's heart, in love's ardour, to whose romance and compliments I have unselfishly sacrificed! I knew long ago: my life was a mistake, because I wished to slip into the ivory of culture! 

    Quietly, my soul is a virtuous one, even if my physique seems boyish and helpless! I understood: I had to give up happiness, that I might have an earthly star-Deity, the honest spee...

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    SOMETHING IS STILL TO COME!

     

    Objects often call to me: the bunk-bed which my father chose with careful stubbornness: "This will do just fine for him", and the battered, battered, worn-out veteran's table: the bugs of time have stained it with shame! How dare I believe in the world-changing promises of smiles in the face of an unconscious child-glow!

    The repetitive Sisyphus-rope-walk of miseries, I feel, is yet to come! Now and then the feeling arises - but only secretly - in the rattling labyrinths of my heart: it was better to be an innocent child, who dared with a rattling, macabre obstinacy to believe the judging wiles of adults, and the brain-skulls, the empty-headed gorillas, too, willingly became friends. They have renounced the vendettas of lectures! 

    I wake daily with the haunting, prodigal fallacies of my past; buried in pessimistic superstitions like a camp of pathological phobics! I look out on my warring ridges in order: in the valley-cliffs me...

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    SERENADE ROMANCE

     

    Sometimes I'd mount a horse on the back of a rattling-boned Rozinante - fearing they'd still carry me - and give the many honey-talking serenades of good wishes and romantic endearments lost in the dark-cloaked night where it would be just me and my darling filling the universe! Moira and Ananque dictated arbitrarily the divine command, and all hope that ever had been in me as a possibility of hope was shattered and destroyed! I could have been Don Quixote out of a ladies' fair hope, the only lasting 

    for a single glance of the wing-hoofs of their windows daily, and the only reward he may inherit: the hearty oath of noble and faithful glances, the gratitude of his compliments! And the rage of throne-stealing Adonis would never threaten with unheard-of confidence, Nor the haughty pride of beasts! - The heart of woman is that which daily needs conquest, unselfish devotion, and responsibility 

    nor need I leap the harnessed-guar...

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    A TEMPTING AFTERNOON

     

    Who remembers that bright day? Maybe not even myself! - From the subconscious primordial sea of my brain, coral islands guard fulfilled events! Some questions, alas, I cannot answer! - The landscape was in a summer stupor, May, a lilac-voiced afternoon, a volcano-kissed red-pink face. In the crossfire of forgivable glances, my heart with unselfishness complimented and confessed, drew, and urged by the universal openness to tell all things openly! 

    Later, in the college, a choir of angels sounded an alarm, a shrieking cry of supplication! My stubborn self-pity locked in a closet, I shouted loving admonitions to the eternity that had happened, in the almighty moment; the Miracle was finally born! - I stood in the cover of marble rivers of ganges: my shadow hid like a faithful friend, lying flat with me. I saw a fairy like a heaven walking the ladder of science. 

    Proud-happy maiden, who shrieked, jested, and envied, Her blush-basket of coi...

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    EARTH-HEARTS, HUMAN-STARS

     

    Silent still, silent again is the world at large: No rose-dawn shall comfort the dead, As the morning that wakes our dreams, when I wake! I listen to the dawn-whistle of bouncing car-seats all day long - In vain do the dull thinkers curse and curse one another 

    I would gently whisper my love and confession in the tantalizing tunnels of your ears, forever with you! They are still comatose in the lamp-light. In the open palms of the nesting valleys, the slumbering village yawns mightily! In the hunting lodge of Mátraszentimre, one saw a nimble deer-eyed angel nimbly dancing his fluttering heartbeats! 

    I should have loved someone again: his swaying slumber in the shelter of dunnas, the measured firmness of his steps in the kitchen, and listened to his heart's delicate piano hammering gracefully over its tiny keys! Once the miracle has happened, perhaps it may come again! And helpless loser-miserable people need not perpetually c...

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    THE HARBINGER OF DEATH

     

    In my imagination, a strange dream-vision of what I will be like in thirty years' time, thirty years older, is coming up in my mind. Beaten, worn, broken, despicable, deceived not only by the deceitful human soul but by the primordial elements of nature: malleable matrices. Even then I will watch from my small rectangular room how the new world order devours and devours itself and 

    and Man in it, like a prodigal animal! The secret viruses of my brain's reticular system will attack Alzheimer's while together they warn me of death. Yet it is not the death-consciousness with its snarling hyena-circles that lurks: its lonely emigration is already well sharpening its sword of doom above my head! 

    "There is nothing to fear from death, my boy," say the experts, "Only time is hard to decipher, our last countdown, for which we are here!" - And perhaps if I had managed to take Someone else to my side, a caring fami...

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    METHOUGHT

     

    If I had believed the flirtatious whispers, the deceitful speeches, the heap of begging compliments flirting with all - Now would not prison and helpless indifference be Solitude, I could rejoice in the tiled happiness of others! The tearful grief-balls of my eyes Would not be hurt by the knife-sting of brightly offensive days, And the planetary continence of hearts in the home mood 

    Would repent, find home, and perhaps despairing uncertainty of existence Would not rightly be so much as to ask if Tomorrow will yet be worthwhile? 
    I would sit with the celebrated childhood youth and read with diligence the apocrypha of my ant-letters into their gawking, exploring glances! And, bewitching my deer-eyes, would greet me with smiles of starry-eyed fairy-will, and all-giving, mischievous angel-face, 

    and my broken soul would not be a pessimist infected with insecurity, and my agoraphobia could be finally trampled down if I knew and ...

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    HARDEST DECISION

     

    It was the hardest: to see and discover soul-continents in the eyes of the stars! To fall in love with a lost delusion with the usual frivolity, free of rice-talk and sincere telepathy: we could have been happy somewhere! Well-fenced prison walls, masked smiles concealed, masking on my face the ancient rejection! Wounds longing to heal, despite balmy words, they never heal!

    That was the hardest: To stand before a class with outspread, armour-clad ideals, To make Truth confess while you were laughingly scolded in the name of moral judgment! Then on the vaults of eyes the sympathetic pearl-curtains of forgiveness seemed to gleam; Tears fell in ditches, the shores of mouth-crevices were now hard to usurp 

    laughter, and sad resignation, in its pain, was cracked, and through the soul's amber veil, in pain, it began to sprawl! 

    It was the hardest: To press on with a determination the hopeless love we knew rightly, while we both ...

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    NOTHING? PETTY'S?

     

    Silence has handcuffed thy lips with forbidden words, Thou hast not spoken, nor I called thee: I have tried to bear the knowledge with lousy vulgarity: Thou hast given thy lily-fibre blades, thy gifts of kisses to others! We could not deny it! It would have been a supreme lie, a mutual deception! In the Eden gardens of our hearts, more and more territory was reclaimed like weed-weeds by the ruthless Nothing! 
    The immortal and eternal one-perches of earth's universe have become the homes of banyan bumps and weeds! Like a month-old untended kitchen garden! - Would you have said with confident lark's tinkle, if there had been enough blood for two

    In thine arms I might have found eternal bliss, Had I time left for thy armoured will, With unbreakable fortitude I would have borne In my arms the statue-porcelains of thy frail body. My good companion would have received me with a stinging trust. 

    I would have paid my tribute of l...

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    DESCRIPTION


    (With love to V.K.)

    Your love for me is fading. It may not have been born long ago, it may have been only an imagined fantasy - if it ever lasted. I have been reduced to an aimless target, because I could not find you, and because you did not take the wise and wise will to seek me at all, though I thirsted for your existence like a hot sunset, with a wounded heart! And I could not get enough of it!

    Thy eyes, that never gave up Hope cherished, and, if need be, with tears of mirth at the betrayal of blood-pain, humble, charming, and telling- Our passion must have been but an undeveloped vestige, a stint on the altar of our deserved passions: how far faded in bloom our missed, yarrow-lived kiss-warfare: The charming and naive series Of child-kisses yet daring to believe 

    - I have held thy hands, though thy fragile bones were far from me, And know that our vulnerable consciences have too often been deceived and betrayed; - Around us, gently tre...

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    STOCK-TACKING

     

    Were there loving and teasing compliments, flirtatious pranks, nonsense, streaming shower-floods that swan-face enclosed like a fence within itself? were there heavenly hearts listening to the fire of my serenade burning the bunches of my compliments, crackling embers glowing immortally in the furnace of my heart? 

    Happiness in all-powerful smiles happily lounging! Were there jesting court jesters, enthusiastic troubadours Who could but for moments have colonized the romance Of earthly stars in the eye-bowls? Comings and goings in ray-bombarded summers, nameless rumours, bargaining promises, have carried me and borne me in the trenches of years. 

    Few I would look into my eyes with honesty's shackles: perhaps they too may have secretly guessed I would not escape the truth. - Were there trembling hands on my face, and then hearts, clasped in my breast, leaping out, captive; unquenchable loves for each other, ever flaming? Tiny gigglin...

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    SISYPHUS PREDICTION

     

    I came from the katlan-holds of the high hills, tempted by howling wolves, carrying the memories of happy consciousnesses, rolling invisible Sisyphus stones on eternal days, like one who in summer picks up a mark, to cast in spring, to pine in sweat! - I have seen a muscular ridge towering straight in homage, 

    and the valley-yard, with its peaceful lure, will welcome me! All that I loved I kept to be a fuller man! Like the rich-sad sacrifice of gushing tears in the eye-stands: the blood-clear sincerity of pains, the sigh of complaint, I have preserved in the match-box of my conscience the real raging of emotion of storms,

    The dazzling eyes of earth's stars did not ask my compliments nor my beauties! From my bombarding and all-seeing chestnut eyes I would have asked Humility, unselfishly caring kindness! For days on end I listened, absorbed, to my half-hearted pessimism, as a wise message from the wise Theiresias: "The camp of the br...

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    STORE-OLTARY

     

    I have always shown the tearful judgments of my eyes: betrayed by furious heartbeats, in the crossfire of flirtatious glances I have guarded the treasured gifts of my compliments! I am the chronicler of unemployment - the impossible and the renunciation of the unhappy, in my welcoming solitude the fires of the night: star-continents wake their negro dreams with me on the map of cosmos, the abandoned! Self-pity strangles me daily, and pessimism offers me a possible theory of chaos: "Why do you work as a laboring prisoner? The pay is already going up!" 

    Perhaps if, with sighs that could be heard even in the unknown, with pulsating beats of devouring fervour, the unknown would gently guide me to the shelter of someone, to the island of his harmony, and understanding would be neither a pretense nor an empty word, but would be transformed into an all-powerful, forgiving embrace. It would become a tender altar-altar, a prayer of true pearls on my ...

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    WILL SHATTERED

     

    After weeks and months thought wasted...
    After the flash of a minute, in which inspiration had burned its secret marks, all the idle scribblings were at last fulfilled. The ant-hundreds of letters trumpeted nervous alarms, in my deaf ears the prophet-herald: "Awake with speed, the bridesmaids of the muses cannot wait! Time to refresh in your cobwebbed brain-craters the squandered knowledge of your experiments in opportunity!
    Every minute is an hourglass turned upside down, from which have rolled away the fine grains of dust, the fine crystals of grain, that proclaim transience. I plastered my face with shaving foam, and became a kindly bearded Santa Claus, though only until I had mowed the amber foliage of my lush hair forest with a sharp razor! 

    I saw the universe born, I saw in tearful pearls the irreplaceable losses Sadness like a murderous thief has caused, And I imagined that with a nobler part of my soul I might find a mate on...

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    PRECARIOUS EXISTENCE

     

    Stormy hurricane-force winds are coming. Whipping rain threatens. Between heaven's vault and creating earth, raging voices are raging! Bullets of glass, tear-drops bouncing from the sad eyes of windows. On the ridges of muscular spines the dagger makes paths, On the backs of rocks the lightning claws, Scratches with its needle-tooths: heavenly obscurity. With eager embracing arms ever clinging, The lurking ivy seeks safety and shelter: Young and unconscious lovers can only thus long For the embracing 

    To the island of peace and safety, Harmony! In gluttony insatiable in greed, Armies of slugs threaten the potato fields in alarm. The ladybirds in their red-spotted skirts would dance in vain now. The countryside is trembling and writhing in uncertainty! Pear-apples and peaches are still growing, ever more vibrant and juicy. 

    The Omnipotence is everywhere present and watching! Time is doomed to die, and system as law is finally preserv...

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    TELEPATHY-PATHWAYS

     

    Between the cross-section of our fingers the Universe tingles, trembles! I see broken fragments through the secret mirrors of your eyes: I am alone in the safety of your home, and yet I am with you! What remains of our memories together: the erotic romance of your mouth-glow, your flirtatious smile, the proclaimed fashionableness of your amber-contour - we have been swimming in an unfulfilled sea of dreams for a long time - you yourself must have felt it - it is better to get rid of depressed reality as soon as possible! 

    If I had known that thy vulnerability in me would have raised island-worlds, and I would have at once made the net-worlds of thy secret dreams and desires! Alas! But many impossible, strange, and foolish doubts have haunted me long, And I could not but by my soul-keeping words give thee the half-secret Truths of my soul as a gift! 

    Long have I lived basking in the incarnation of thy omnipotence, And even now I cannot r...

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    TELEPATHY-PATHWAYS

     

    Between the cross-section of our fingers the Universe tingles, trembles! I see broken fragments through the secret mirrors of your eyes: I am alone in the safety of your home, and yet I am with you! What remains of our memories together: the erotic romance of your mouth-glow, your flirtatious smile, the proclaimed fashionableness of your amber-contour - we have been swimming in an unfulfilled sea of dreams for a long time - you yourself must have felt it - it is better to get rid of depressed reality as soon as possible! 

    If I had known that thy vulnerability in me would have raised island-worlds, and I would have at once made the net-worlds of thy secret dreams and desires! Alas! But many impossible, strange, and foolish doubts have haunted me long, And I could not but by my soul-keeping words give thee the half-secret Truths of my soul as a gift! 

    Long have I lived basking in the incarnation of thy omnipotence, And even now I cannot r...

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    COMPLAINT


                         
    I listened to the whispers of voices in fertile silence - I waited: slowly, deliberately, patiently! Compassion must have possessed me for moments - To my compliments' euphemisms all-all answered with a smile! It clung like a turbulent dove, The walking hibernated existence on earth, And the dream, the throbbing pulsation of Immortality, With the webs of idyllic dreams! - In schoolrooms secret romance playing mischievous tongues immovable earthly 

    Angel-with repentant doe-eyes has called forth his constant superstitions! Heartbeat rooted in the earth! Stunned cardiac arrest, biology's conscious catharsis-state, became a fragment of meaningfully lived moments! In the tingling tremor of swan-tails I hid my paper-consuming, madcap secrets! 

    No other could have heard and seen but a star-browed fairy! - Her waving long legs bent in a cross, her daring flirtati...

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    THE SURFACE

     

    Once again, the "who misses" premonition of a huge fuss? Tell me, who misses it? After years and months of repetition on uninterrupted cogs, there is no point in throwing sweat-scented savings out of the window! - No small flat, no car, no wife with a sheltering refuge over my head - who could be happier and more contented after all this? 

    Long spread tables, and here a proud tent spreading its wings, before an unknown host of guests, offers its bounteous bounty! I suppose they neither see nor hear: they have long since dipped in the more troubled petty worlds of themselves, and then have sunk as amused guests! 

    I'm not amused by the big fuss! It chokes me! It distresses me that some proclaim the riches of sumptuous tables while down in the jelly-like depths the worm of poverty and despair gnaws at the iron roots of their so-called existence! - I have made a reservation - just for myself - as I like! On the island-peripher...

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    GAP-FIXING

     

    Only now - on the precipice of my loneliness, stranded and orphaned, I thought that I would capture the fugitive from all that was in my heart, and if my beloved's face bloomed with the strange smile of the universe, I might free my fear in myself! Man's heart-throbbing complaint, thus bursting, left no rest- The bridesmaids of flawless sighs were answered with kisses by starry eye-grids!

    Thoughtfully I cast down the imagined desire, From the home of selfish conscience, As if to lift immortal consolation, selfless forgiveness- Only in my last moments did I realize That my inner metamorphosis-self-pity, my recurring pessimism, had begun! - Where even common sense had allied itself with the emigrant consciousness of loneliness in a ruthless 

    breaks its way with bone-deadening viscera, and browbeats all, a future without certain answers! I have learned, through a torrent Of gallant, mocking, and foolish jest, In my purple heart, with a ...

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    IN A RANGE OF CLAYS    

            

    On uncertain, material ground I have taken back My ancient-legged possessions, And up on the ocean of heaven's waving sadness They sparkle till they touch the ground! - Can I feel no more, can I not with hold nor hold Allow my sinking pessimism? Green-scaled chameleon-leaves drenched with knocking rain, The lonely trees stood like upturned clothes-hangers! 

    Thou hast offered me honeyed love with insatiable greed, But thy kisses and thy will's bombardment soon make me half cold again, And I'll flee back to my hiding cower! - I have seen the ice-face of thy last face as the self-torment of the last, as a thorn in the heart of the tormenting and tormenting! In the secret stream of blood-tunnels the poison of regret has settled, but still the crimson chamber and its appendages beat with raging vengeance! 

    In the river of tearful sorrows, in the forest of bushes, I would visit thee, if I could: but I am...

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    STORAGE

     

    On a stumbling ant-tangle, in a rampant, unbridled mass of people, came the unknown faces of the Present times, who, pondering terrible secrets, are trembling, guarding their wounded sufferings, carrying their all-experienced brokenness! 
    Adonises in suits, with their character, and running Amazons, with their briefcases under their arms. 

    Carried themselves with urgency. Ladies, complimenting beauties, paid no heed to willow-boys, just flirted on, needed themselves. The answers of timed atomic moments were scratched on everyone's face: Straining Time-markers, seeping like secret hieroglyphic engravings into the poles of their skin. - All my sincere words became stuttering, for I was confronted with the capital

    He - tell me boldly, you useless knowers of my soul, what should I have done: should I have run away, or would I have confessed if he had looked at me through the reflecting eyes of stars? - I cannot know myself. It is...

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    STAR-CATCHING

     

    Iron handcuffs in my hands, anxious daffodils: swan-fingers tingling towards immortal fulfilment. All compassion and humility in my eyes a prisoner: stars' shining clinging to the sure infinite, Will we be witnesses of happy moments of love, shall we say? 

    Confess with your crystal-clear smile, my angel, my angel, my angel? - There has happened the mighty tingling miracle The magical occasion, that thou hast allowed me to discover In the atrium of thy beating heart-flutes The sure essence: thy honest truths' judgment, and thy pure self. I would have come home in thee, and thy dreams 

    In the sweet home of your dreams we could have built A whole life! The mystery of thy body I knew not yet, But in crossings of unconscious secret paths, With telepathy's invocations thou didst unfold, And show the earthly biological metamorphosis of thy all! I have watched the hot and insatiable longing of your eyes: the artful curve of your del...

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    SILENCE-CRATER

     

    Facial fissures fill up instantly, they crack like craters down deep. On the mountain opposite stands the prophet's house.- Love poisons with faint sighs: signs of life in tears, painful scars. 
    Death's keys are tapped by heartache. I am ashamed of the shock of not having been with you, of the doubt that I have been a pessimistic fool, that I have failed in my relationship! 

    - The last photograph of you you did not send, for it may not have been faded, but I still cherished it in my heart with persistent will, diligently! In the shaggy forest of my oak-trees You sought whispering voices, While you healed my hole-ridden heart with self-righteousness and unselfishness! 

    Nothing yet was seen, Of our all-encompassing connection, of our idyllic existence; Into thy gum-suckled mouth of blood-apple, like a ripe red apple, I did not bite; My cavernous head sought thy harmony-dividing motherly lap, To rest once and for all - ...

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    AT YOUR HEART


     

    It's gone - it hasn't even begun - this day without you, my darling! In vain have I tramped through the alley of harassment, with common sense in fetters, that I might have come to thee with a sighing sigh, from thy guilty eyes, to seek salvation, a smile of liberated radiance, among the crosses of inquisitor's eyes, I could not find thy caring gaze! 

    - Yet each eternal day as you recede farther and farther with the loneliness of stars in your chestnut gazes from me you draw and repel me with your gaze, like the centres of powerful electromagnetic planets. The summer blast that threatens the straw bales is sounding again: flowers on the hervatagon are fluttering, sinning and sweating in fallow fields 

    Like weeping Vesta-virgins, with their virginity they pay Their smouldering, melancholy lover! When thou didst come before me no longer cared for the outside world, Alpha and Omega thou didst become in a state of immort...

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    THROUGH DIAMOND PILLARS 

     

    On the old man's horizon of the valley-backs, The starry glow is farewell: When the cool down-steam rises, From the fields of orphaned maiden-hair, Thyself will be at peace. The sun's knife-edge fight, With its poisonous thorn-buggish chains, Soon shall cease for ever! - Red dragons still fight above for the remaining fiery throne: Poopy Dozen's honour! 

    Loneliness in the dead-hiding corner of the room! - Thou, father, in thy broken life, didst not know how to manage thy time, Thou didst drown thy ancient fervour in a fire of curses and curses. Thou didst come from the orchard, and in thy wrathful revenge thou didst pluck up all thy trees of fertility! 

    Like doom! In bull-fights thou canst be but a wounded and hurt animal! - You should no longer be told, "Don't do it, you'll hurt yourself." - But thou thyself art still a youth, and canst not understand the weight of thy ways. - You should speak in stars: Th...

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    FIREWORKS

     

    Black is the sky above the valley, like a lonely Methuselah, who is left alone and has no one! To the left of it, a motorway, a tiny town dormant in the valleys. Among the scaly foliage of the trees, the sunlight walks a mischievous and mischievous game of hide-and-seek, listening in secret and silence to the metamorphoses of animal tongues! - My flesh the stabbing atomic rays: the threatening eye of the sun has long since scarred, Is there any mercy left in any man to wound his blistered crater-eyes

    To comfort and anoint the skin with a secret remedy? - On the walls of my room, suffocating volcanic airs, waiting to kill, distillates wait obediently to be taken in, to be swallowed up with a great bite! - I have always loved the varied Autumn and the not too warm Spring! 

    Well, the fullness of human nature is only to be measured in the change of seasons! And now that my seductive and luscious lover appears before me daily in an Eve-suit: as a...

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    SINGER MORSE-SIGN


                           
    I locked all the doors, wooden boxes, I even nailed up the shutters if there were any left! The wandering fugitives of my four quarters still knock at my window with the weight of the day! - Here is the smallest room, made of four rows of concrete blocks, like a Lego cube, and we'll be glad if it doesn't collapse soon! 

    The nothingness of nothing, the all-filling continent Stretches along the hangman's walls! The volcanoes' craters are nailed here by the fiery lover Summer: a fire-nest in an age of love's flames. With condolence I pay homage, bowing my head in humility, To the day-labourers of the raging skies, Whose momentary bliss, too, is dependent on the laws of unknown nature, Grazing among the bastions of the bubbling needle-bearers, Grasshoppers of consolation

    make music. All seems to cease when sun-spots are cherished in the fertile ...

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    WILDERNESS IN HANDCUFFS

     

    I close my two eyes, you close your two stargazing eyes. I would stretch out my unknown and hesitant two hands, seeking you, the loyalty of your immortal embrace, - I know: one day I may find you and you will recognize me again after so many tortured years, my dear one! What now is unknown and uncertain - you'll soon see it will be clear and tangible, chocolate like your almond-eyes, if you take my trembling hand.

    We are the only two in the confusion, and the aching cosmos-magazine that harasses our ever-budding dreams In storms of emotion that pervade the universe, in hurricane-force romance, we alone are still awake and vigilant! The sure token of my sincerity I owe to you alone! I have kept the indecipherable in my oaken bark, while you were with me, and you with me! 

    The tinkling Spring hid in the exotic folds of thy skirt, And thou didst send me thy budding smile, That soared like the independent wind! On my brazen smile you bathed,...

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    CELLULAR ROMANTICISM

     

    Gloomy darkness. Starless all-ness-magan. Fated ones feel such a sickening persecution When suddenly they are condemned: From scapegoats to mere victims, expendable dust! Some Methuselah's burden the proud sea bears With its pregnant waves of siege. Perhaps Pandora's long-lost secret box! Perhaps the budding, personal romances of miscarried kisses? -Outside, the wind conveys the clamorous tossings and tumult of voices! 

    The bone-crushing waters are frozen like frozen loves. Behind the rushing clouds, the birds of machines are twittering, chirping among themselves: at least they are happy! Wrapped in tourists' favourite cage-sites: through dawn's wounds my sleepless minutes are restless. If the air turbulence and shakes beneath me! Do you see me, you only one, you priceless one, pass over your head? 

    Do the proud eyes of the envious, the haughty of the proud see me? A stormy lover looks me in the face daily, And, if I am ...

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    THE BRANDS OF COWARDICE

     

    My biological existence has belied itself: I have grown to at least one hundred and ninety-eight centimetres, and yet a curious child winks at me, unwise! I have no peace of mind, who knows how long I've had it: I've only been searching, chewing, itching, my hands in handcuffs, and now I've quietly put aside my twenty-eight years, I've carried the riches of my imagination, and I'm losing confidence every day! 

    My name has faded to a scarlet stamp, my person is growing more and more timid, more and more timid. - Who can tell how long since I have been among True men who do not laugh, but accept with every nerve! Consolation can seldom be given nowadays by a mother's embrace, a mother's embrace, a mother's hand of protection and care, in a time of great terror! A bruised loser is the Word once proclaimed as bloody truth by the "great ones!" - Around my being, the uncertainty grows more and more suffocating, the ...

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    PICTURE OF LIFE

     

    It comes, it goes, it knocks, and then suddenly the time-fragment of dying minutes leaps on. To my room I wander like a bamboozled frog. The streets' black maws, like plundered, burnt-out graves, craters stare back at me. - In starry darkness all is calm: 

    The sober wit of existence rests on my pillow, broken in pieces, to save its endless toil for eternity and then carry it on! Then I feel it: Every victim who has gone to ruin is also a scapegoat for blundering, a living protester and proclaimer who cherishes and protects his vulnerability. 

    And yet - he ends a beggar beggar, for he has never made his voice heard in the dust of the road! - But long since I have been building a mysterious incognito bastion Around me silent, desperate, untrammelled, confiding, independent solitude Without my whispering, half-voiced word, I cannot yet be trampled!

    A proud cavalcade of ice-creams, a shackling of tastes, of arguments, is enthr...

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    DOUBLE-TRACK SILENCE

     

    Closed doors open before me again,
    A yawning rift of sky-holes threatens to stab me with lightning's knife-tips if I'm not careful, I'll be careful. - All things here greet me as familiar: the cathedral, long since better days, the lofty row of knocked-about furniture, and the hall of history's portraits are familiar! But in the school days, in the universal corridors of solitude, long unseen faces, echoes greet me, and the inquisition of the inadequate in my black book! 


    I have never understood: if one grinds his mind with knowledge to sharpen it, and to keep it witless, why should it always be punished? When I came here as a young man: Ladies' wreaths adorned every window, and laughed drunkenly with their cant! What could have happened? Have the truth-tellers and the messenger-wise been driven away? Wherever I stop in the fragmentary moment, I am caught in a cell by fear and the justice of dread! 

    Sn...

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    PESSIMISTIC DAY-REMAINS

     

    The pessimistic weekdays were many, the worn, useless school desks and the climbing Sisyphus ticket: insufficient - for the most part - and sufficient. The crossfire of promising eyes of treachery, and the piteous verdict of the inquisitions lurking in the eyes: 'Let us see! Who dares to do more and more?" - In the hearts of men a murderous rage has been kindled, - It still frightens me, it may make me weep: The germs of my knowledge have been thinned, weeded by the stench of calumny and humiliation! 

    - What did I know then, what might await me? - A ruined nervous system, a pessimism disguised by suicide? Sweet promises, or Janus-faced opportunists? In which the victim is always the scapegoat! - In the consciences of men, stigma-stamped and stifled, you are given the title of Luzer as an honour in the camp of innocent fools! 

    There were many, lawless, pessimistic weekdays, many self-destructive consciousnesses of Nothingness: t...

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    WEIGHT OF EVERYDAY LIFE

     

    Our neighbour is once again roaring his spoiled child. grey knocked prison walls still rattle on and on, shivering inside. The constant bombardment of nerve endings is unbearable. The dusty night is illuminated by the glittering hollyhocks of stars, lanterns, lantern-containers.

    The little boy searches hysterically, demandingly for the tire tracks of his missing bicycle, like a magic tricycle that could take him to the sky, but all he finds is a yellow aluminium floor scuffed to a parchment, an iron grid drilled into islands of panel elements! I'd console it with a handkerchief or a pleasantly sour gumdrop, just so that the lost earthly harmony can return, and blue, red, yellow, green,

    Delicate little taste-fruits, roll down her little throat Like tiny hands in my bag, gripping my bag with great grip! - But what I imagine, that the proud foundations of possible friendship may be laid, - I murmur to myself. - The little boy hysterically demand...

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    I WAS HURT IN EVERYTHING

     

    It's day again and again. My beating heart is aching again, and every moment of existence is shattered! The ancient thrills of compassion are not yet reserved for me! Now and then a rusty office door squeaks, - names are read aloud, in the silence pregnant with murder: the heralds, the ne'er-do-wells, the rookies, the wise ne'er-do-wells, the rookies, the rule of roll call, go to execution in order. 

    The patent buttons of a disheveled, masked suit cracked on me in the stifling heat, if it was fitting to confess the knowledge acquired, for one could hardly do otherwise! - During the day, glass and crystal-palace-shaped tear-balls rolled down the trenches of faces like soft and tender cries of supplication: we were artificially aged to our humiliated moments by the immortal thrill of fear. As if here on the planet a secret law of hopelessness were calling for admission - but fearful no one would hear it now. The camp of the more knowledgeabl...

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    WOUNDED REALITY

     

    The wounded eternity is on its way: it steps over the broken heart, it shares its pain alone! Its skin is thorny and its steps are heavy! Like a fear-bearing Sisyphus-child He drags himself on and on! He who has endured the existence of moments, the cancer of humiliations, is now helpless and hysterical! Guarded with innocence, now he thirsts for honesty - but he himself knows not where he has left himself!

    Turned against him by frothy-mouthed, green-eyed whoremongers, flattering contemporaries, greedy envious ones - Only his loneliness, his one handcuffed solitude, will hold him for ever: The last refuge that gives fertility and madness! He needs a cleansing solitude-consciousness, a secret incognito Existence! - Thus with wounded eternity he paces, ponderous and half-coward at every step! 

    Words cannot heal him, but unselfish help! Some partiality in hearts is stirred, And in all-knowing starry eyes the treasures of Humility tremble! To en...

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    FACE-PLASTERS 

     

    Outside, the tears are besieging the fragile face-blind. But within, in the globes of eyes, in the globes of retinas, the reality of sadness has become more probable and vulnerable! We cherish for a while the apparent pain, the ruins of emotions, as careful survivors, and yet we do not ask: Have we changed or have we risen again? - One pearl is pale, another a crystal of treasure, the third a palace of glass, all so fleeting and mortal. Inside, working in the secret cavernous catacombs of the organism, the ever-living cell-motors are biological particle-molecules!

    Men may melt again into one in the sea of pains. - Vulnerability remains a stranger to those who have yet learned to respect the fancy rules of existence, when, amid the shower of tears, the fallible humanity of Reality is revealed in the true eyes! The pain - one does not know where it comes from! But on the metronomes of secret thresholds of emotion all can feel it, and from miserable despair y...

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    DIALOGUE WITH UNKNOWN FORCES

     

      My father and mother abandon me, because the law of biology is cruel and inexorable! What will happen to me then? - I never cared what the wise and the great thought. - I am afraid. On the remaining stumps of my days, the faintest will of my hope wavers! - Thou art already doomed, thou hast squandered thy remaining chance! 

    And if I say that every day I take small steps on the road to self-realization? Even then, without a hole in your pocket, you'll be a cheap John, soon to be shovelled out. - A racing heart, if it's a nuisance, may I take it out and bury it? 

    I can't let you do that, I can't let you! So the burden of existence continues to pester me, to threaten me? - It merely allows choices, but does not limit. Can there be a more meaningful relationship between sentient souls? - Behind hidden blushing faces, the clattering of the clattering 

    The heart's bosom that may easily burst in sorrow...

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    REWRITTEN FATE

     

    Only the look from heaven, with the lark's merry music, sends a message to the heart. Only two fragile hands, touching with care, Comforting me when need calls! Only an immortal smile that promises the All, and then offers thee its fruits of Eden! It promised a semblance of uncertainty when it was All! 

    It was: a shining rainbow, to drive from the horns of my head the gloomy clouds, and expand around us the wide prison-limits of trust! What seemed happiness: it was an empty eye-loss, And sorrow, too, may have grown Bottomless ditches! 

    There was but one sure point: mutual self-deception, a lying consciousness. "Tell me, my love, do you still love me?" - "More than anything in the world!" - "I'm still a little poisoned by those false words. 

    And yet I did my best, so that I might be rewarded for ever in the gleam of her eyes! - Instead of the fragrant wreaths of flowers in my hands, I held ...

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    THE WELL-BEING OF EXISTENCE    

         

    I have gone through life at full unchanged speed! The treasures of smells, wonders and emotions evaporated behind me - I did nothing as I should have done through the eyes of others: I was influenced by the tiny molecules of unknown existence. The hands of women watched over my babbling, fluttering change of age, as they later smoothed my school-lesson path - I could retire to their safety for good: my spirit could finally wake up and wonder at the ant-hill view of the world, 

    but there was still, by decree, the molasses rags! I hid in the shadows, unseen, unmoving. With my inner eye I measured the mischievous exchanges of immortal kisses: all were downcast, disheartened little sequences-challenges, real emergencies generated challenges, like nuclear cores splitting. 

    I am ashamed of my many blunders, my plethora of mistakes - so true! I've seen the harsh brutalities of real life in the sirens of crime thrillers. Even ...

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    ON THE PRECIPICE OF WAVES

     

    Waves, waves: with their dreams the sailor sways, and the living who has not been swallowed by Atlantis! Bikini-clad amazons from sea foam, Sea goddesses boil my blood, Like the bewitching words of dreams. They hope for romantic compliments. Trenches, valleys, chasms open like gates of the Sea: the ancient wise!

    Murmuring, murmuring graveyard, Lover licking the rocks' southern hips! Chewing on the broken crumbs of memories, what remains is like tiny moments. The sun's volcanic knife-edge, pricked, yet wounds my blistered skin: insomnia greets me, whenever the night's livid light looks upon me!

    Cautiously I dare to loll: my struggling lack of oxygen helps me in the fear of death; with the bursting of bubbles that call life, it warns me of dangers. And all footprints that once immortal emotions Imposed in desert sand-dune homes - Turn to petrified stone. 

    But has anyone ever asked why a stone bleeds when water touches it?...

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    PLANET-EYES

     

    What a fertile calm. Perhaps it is the time of immortal fulfilment, that is why he is so content. Harmonious to move here now. unnecessary activity cherished as a caring parent by Time! - We are still here; in the consummate immortality of the All, imprisoned, in each other's hearts, in each other's consciences. 

    Walled up in the turbulent tunnels of our shafts of humanity. Then come the grey-weathered days of the week, - voices envious and jealous of our happiness. To live only for each other, to hope, To be absorbed in the heaven of Existence - The most important moral deed: To live a while longer, while love is earned and cherished! 

    How many hopeless, fleeting moments to ponder The eternity of fallibility: more and more certain The unconditional oath of fidelity to a given sentiment can give! The beating messages of hearts in unison live side by side like ripe apples in the secret gardens of Hesperides! 

    And w...

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    LOSS OF PERSONALITY

     

    Turning inward, you just look, you don't look inward. Chasing the ringed carriage of idyllic dreams, Into memories of childhood's past, into the unchangeable past, Into the blunders of your futility; There you dwell, who is the man who whispers to you the beseeching words of your conscience!

    Thou seest merry, jumping players around thee- All rule-breaking, thou thyself imaginest, This must be Order in the midst of disorder! And the rest of thy unsuspected, secretly lurking helpers - tell me, where have they gone?! Thou hold'st in thyself thy individual, selfish hopes, if thou hold'st them by word and call your feelings by their name! Your heart trembles when you have to decide with responsibility, so you ask them, and what they murmur into the gaping shells of your ears you may yet decipher, you may put into words like a message-telling hermit, a mute prophet in apostasy - you war with opinions, you argue!

     Within the immorta...

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    UNDER THE CROWD








     

     

    Babits and Arany stood guard over his prestigious desk like two living, otherworldly princes. The two prophet-heralds on the tired, weathered mountain of culture, the serious-minded Babits, cherishing his humanism of humanity, as Rippl-Rónai understood and saw him, and the already autumn-eyed Arany, sitting on his favourite Margaret Island: Incongruously, bearded 

     

    Waiting and receiving the hasty decrees of his age, like the ever modest! - To my nervous musings - well, what more can I say? - suddenly the starry-eyed and proud-faced eminence of the literary history theatre enthusiast, pulls his bushman-brows together before me, pointing his finger in his face 

     

    "Well, that's a four you've said so far! Do you want to go on?" I said, "Go ahead and ask!" - And now the bell-ringing bell-end smiles and la...

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    COSMOS BARGAINING

     

    Knock-knock, cat-kat; thundering bullets hit the windows. Perhaps this is how the ominous sky sends us hidden messages from the stars: A shower of a million tears, meteor and comet, Bombard the winds with impudence and sadness! Man is often better, to cowardice he flees - He retires to a bed of cherishing, hesitantly endures, that the gloomy veil of night is torn by the sharpened teeth of lightning: whip cracking thunder!

    I can but listen to the murderous, bargained silence of vulgar Nature, I peer through the craters of treacherous eyes, and with a sly blink I peep; fears, terrors, and horror-mists draw me ever onward, and choke me, and never let me go - on the levels of nightmares. 

    To the bickering bickerings of cosmos I shall yield at last! Raw is the diamond-hard reality my loneliness only impregnates; I would fain be comforted in the caring harmony of motherly laps but one last time! The vanity of incomprehension sits proud on the ruin...

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    THE STREET

     

    The proud and frivolous signs of neglect are everywhere, drawing every street corner to themselves, welcoming them in! The shadows of the hidden places in the alleyways of the streets are growing! They grow in the false consciousness that they can scare people with impunity, and at the same time get on other people's nerves to the point of pimples! 

    But even now the old houses stand tall and on their proper hill: shutters down, indifferent caretakers proclaiming the raging peace that still remains! - In vain the street is an eternal, immortal noise-quiet, Still preserves something of your indelible past: How far have you come? How did you reach the curvature of your stretching path?

    For it is in vain that the unrelenting darkness, like a distrustful prisoner, spins a lasting cobweb around you - you cannot forget your broken tears, nor your muddy sufferings. The proud and frivolous signs of abandonment are everywhere, enveloping every str...

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    WASTING

     

    Thou caressest me no more with thy gentle hand: for on all eternal and holy occasions I have waited for thee to cheer me! Now all the sacred places where you once left the exotic lines of your delicate feet are empty and empty. Thou wast a clever and naughty little princess, while thy virtue by thy side was vainly banished! Behind the everlasting mask of thy smile, a love uncharted and proud has been made!
    Thy wiles were like pearls of glass on my beating heart, And we did not know what sparkled and flowed between us, Youthful folly, or mere immortal transfiguration? The unutterable, superstitious moment was beautiful, wonderfully beautiful! 

    And again come the gloomy months and years. His dark Joconda eye He saves for another as the blackmailer of his fornicator, And no longer the name "maiden" fits him! With a motherly smile, her priceless being is illumined by woman's maturity! Never more shall she ask me to bear her children. ...

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    OFFERING SIEVE

     

    You should sleep! In soft, embracing laps, To escape back to budding caresses, And leave me free and rich, To be comforted by my dear mother's caring hand - In times of fate-turning delights, to beckon! For any one may say anything! Can chant and chatter symbolic and preachy words in the heart's deepest heart 

    Yet there is a treasure that proud, prodigal wills cannot forget! In dreams the ship glides honeyed, If I am lovingly embraced by my chosen! If I let my eyes sleep, I think of happy fulfillments forgotten: In sincere throbs we have charmed to each other The immortality that binds our hearts! 

    The good words are gone, and the caresses that filled the Universe: in clasped hands the sweat of grace has been shed and tightened! And if my babbled sweetheart were here, I would comfort the omnipresent traces of her feet with kisses; a chattering, stumbling, miserable fool, an experimenting all-rounder! - We are both guilty and res...

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    THE SECRET OF ROSE

     


    Secret symbol of love or sacrifice to fertility - ever panting, thirsting for the cooling springs of showers. Time is stubbornly dying. And like the loss of petals proclaiming fragility, The proud hopeful light of dawn, More and more humbled, unprofitably, sheds its rays! 

    Its thorny, unbreakable stalk now closes, Like the sigh of the condemned at the right of last words,- Its opening, majestic chalice now resembles but a broken mother-cup! In her room, where all day long She bathed in halo, enthroned on her girded lofty throne, In her vase's crystal tube Someone put fresh water, 

    delaying for lingering minutes the remnant doomed to mortality! I could not take it down from the table, its thorny crown of branches secretly prevented it from becoming the wide-bowled maraud of our dustbin: its existence, already, is but fragments if it is enough. Fatal transience, like a sly doer, has deliberately and slowly stripped naked her d...

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    DO NOT KNOW YET

     


    Surely no one knows any more that, like the streams that grow in my two eyes, the flood has often made its way. That I have been bitterly bitter, and have buried my little memories of love! No one knows now where my untouchable paradise and my heart's eternal gate Was: the prison bars are embraced by the thorny branches of martyrs' briers, and spreading richly! 

    In ancient dew and mystic mists this land is now lost, And in deserted apocalyptic pools on the surface of suicidal tears float The fortunate ones who live above Have long since moved away, and only loneliness weeps, still more and more at night. Where skeleton branches tremble and shudder, and all the sane shudder 

    that dictates all reason. But perhaps all is not yet lost, nor can so easily be forgotten The toiling hope that may hopefully create Tomorrows under the sun! - But happier, happier moments, like trout's winged run, Fall at once into the throat of ...

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    DESERTED WOUND

     

    Then there were gloating scarecrows, howling wolves - like a pack of wolves, I tell you now! In indigestible anthills, Beaten to death with a thirst for vengeance, Torture befitting the pseudo-plague. There have been slanderers, moral mud-slingers, rib-leg-breakers in unison, and rib-leg-breakers prickling like thorns, screams of mercy in school toilets smelling of gruesome odours from afar! 

    And then there were the contented lullabies of, "Now, everything will be all right!" And "Don't be afraid!" - and with gloating fist-right, killer-eyes, we all became moral emigrants within the school: we stuck to our principles! Against the guerrilla hail of bone-crushing slaps, there was little satisfaction, a pious vow: We will show you! We were bombarded by the many ugly blows! - Between our nerves, on thick wires, telegrams were running, in a harassed, violent rhythm: "If you stay inside the school, you will surely be finished! Y...

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    THE DAWNING OF THE UNIVERSE

     

    And when a man sins a little and falls into sin: He gurgles chocolates down his throat with improper methods, He gives final honour to one-man cakes to passions as lofty and sublime as being in love! To become one: with the immortal and yet metaphorically changing dough body of flour, water and eggs, with its delicious, bohemian pairings, it is possible to create rebirth. - One can sense and feel that the subtle, superstitious details do not yet create - only through hard work A morsel of only tastes, smells, and thoughts - a redemptive noble task: to rename men into unity, into a common wavelength, if it is still possible! 

    In the furnace's bosom-bowls of plenty, In the flame-caves' naked beds, Millions have been born by the flame: Diligent re-doers, may yet recreate The dough made by man's hand. How many wonders, strange and uplifting, And how many more may the deserved fruit of our patience, Waiting for harmony, unfurl? 

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    TINY EYE

     

    The soul is now seeking refuge; unbelievers harm it, slaps tear it to pieces, for it is different in everything, even in its separateness. At rest, in thy sweetheart's tender, forgiving lap, Thou canst not sit: outside, envious and malicious eyes watch thy loneliness! The prison webs of earth are closed round thee, choking.

    Tearing, grasping hands in each other's hair Tear the onions of new life's bulbs to tears: a man is broken for his lightness, And carelessness has trampled him down to nothing, And now Nothing is his eternal companion, And suffers his heart to tear! - Into the mire of disgust and helplessness I am buried! 

    They will defile you too! They will lie to thee with friendly, sweet-sounding truths, and they will be one upon the other, the smallest of dust-meal-brethren! - The soul now seeks shelter; unbelieving scoundrels do it harm. It desires contentment, harmony, and silence, that the stream of life may flow on aga...

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    THE SHACKLES OF LOYALTY

     

    Yet sometimes on your diamond bridesmaids of stars you appear, And in the lily-white court of your swan-face the embers of ashes come to life! A scarce visible thorn-barrier pricks eternally The tender petals of their haughty hearts! From our eyes, slowly, annihilated, Bleeds all the tears we ever shed For each other's consolation. And a secret signal calls from our lips!

    I would long ago have followed thee, but thy oath of loyalty has built an impenetrable barrier, and imprisoned thy independent love towards me! I have tried to contain my pessimism, and now it would be so good and sublime if you were here beside me, and your charming valour of optimism would comfort and fill my soul with self-confidence: 

    For thou art the reason I cannot be Free! Thy disarming smile encircles me, and leads me astray, - I am perhaps myself a miserable, lame prisoner of emotional dead ends. I'm surrounded by a swamp of doubts, I can only avoid my own ...

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    HAUNTING

     

    Now the sky opens its great blue trellises, And the parting cold tears, like stifling little glass marbles, With pain in themselves, while down below in the ant's nest of the cold landscape The scaly trees rustle their rusted leaves for the last time. At the end of autumn's golden streams, buried in soft and caressing cushion-buttons, angel's eyes rest, - enjoying the immortal harmony: Up on the great Bald Mountain the carpeted grass has long since faded, ruined and yellowed to a golden mound! 

    The young lovers linger a while longer, entwined in each other's arms, and breathlessly awaiting the immortal fulfilment of dawn. Drunk with love, their ears quivering, Poppy-red, and their hearts for each other breathing, A purple glowing furnace, thus they wait, bewitched, enchanted, and none of them moves, While they long wrapped in blankets, their Edenic

    And would so well, now pausing moments, To steal arbitrarily and greedily the ...

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    POSSIBILITY OF SHREDS

     

    Shreds of tired possibilities, moving stiffly into sameness; a nicotine-yellow wreck of a face still flinches in the crystal of the standing mirror, but hardly responds! All memories are shattered, and disintegrate in the brain's turbines, its thinking wavelengths! Ghostly shadows, monstrous spawns, are cast around by the frightful mist! 

    If one would come at last, in whose eyes the sheltering shooting stars would shine, and in whose eyes the care of mothers would take their cherished value, and the unknown uncertainty of existence would be the renewed confidence of Hope! From the black pools of the night's sleepless pools The eggs of nightmares hatch, and shriek in terror their dreaded apocalypse! 

    And perhaps at the dawn of the next day it will rise again, and make us forget our heart-stretching terror: in the common contrast of light and shadow, the unity of opposites is still stretched, and we are helpless against the horror...

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    SILENT DIALOGUE

     

    With restless, questioning eyes I kept looking at you... From what unknown planet, from what distant, earthly continent, has Destiny guided me? With thee I would have stepped to the heights, And besieged the immortal altars of thy love with my compliments - But on thy invisible axis of feeling - I see now - I had no place to stay! The Eden-fire of thy kisses has long since burned another. You know: I have always stood by you, 

    even when false-smiling goddesses, professing to be thy friends, have passed on interchangeable interests, and yet only modestly rejoiced in thee and thy broken dreams: thy omission has broken and poisoned me. 

    More wicked was thy refusal - if thou didst call it that! - Thy heart: thou canst know it thyself, a necessity of life, not to be denied, not to be given up! Can the accusation of thy kisses be immortal proof, and proof that thou lovest me yet? - At least do not deceive thyself, when all is turned from itse...

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    OVERPLUS?

     

    Why do you feel like a surplus here and a banished stranger? You can't even afford to pay your rent with your cheap light bulbs; you crawl here and there on the backbone of life, accusing yourself, like a false judge who is afraid of the truth, "How did we get here?" - But there are no more answers, I fear! Thou hast given up all thy chance of existence, without a fountain of material wealth, and where thou canst no longer tread

    guiltless, no guarantee, among unmarked tombstones, the surviving living search for memories! - Thou know'st thyself well, Thou would'st give all thy minutes to be with him once more, And only for the last time, but thou canst not, Thy immortal salvation is scarred by the betrayal of kisses, - And see at last that in this painted and unhousy world Thou art left alone: Faithfulness to a worthless interest is degraded, - But the future can wreck and cripple, If life's slaps be like whips to thee, And break t...

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    SUMMARY

     

    It's become a wisdom of life to be treated as a petty, cheap crime for a living, in which, as if suffering from persecution phobia, one is hunted down and never asked why he did it, and never left alone for a minute-people! The world is a debauched and divided world of accusers in slanders: the uplifting and self-helpful humanity of morality is of no account here: all connection between common sense and common sense is gone! 

    Doing nothing is the most useful deed; many lie on benches till ten in the morning, wallowing in deep sleep, and that is only useful and good for them: till the next day-then, as the cogs of eternity, the troubles not only do not cease, but go on! And all contradictory, petty reasoning has the ugly and monotonous consequence: "Your idea has failed badly!" If you appeal to the One, and dare to declare the Truth plain and simple, 

    "Shut up!" - is as clear as possible. The universal, coherent t...

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    ALLEY-HOLES

     

    We are fleeing, we are fleeing: from the troubled memories of old grievances, worries, and blunders, which memory has kept as the shame of failure, from the indelible traces, the indelible dreams, which are fading fast like mists into nothing: from body and soul we are made of pain, of bitter bile.

    And where is our happier, more teachable present, our secret time of peace, when we were still jubilant and exultant, when we were still smiling? - My soul wounds burst out of the craters of my eyes in dirty grey confetti: "I ought to slap that boy twice! He'd learn to keep order!" - I have listened to and endured the agonizing mimicry of many a sitok-word. 
    I longed for it in vain, but I could hardly have found a better place of rest and repose, at most, in my home against the alley-holes of life! - All is now final! A happier, nobler and holier task, which bore responsibility and gave sustenance, is rusting and long since half dead!

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    BOTTLE POST OFFICE

     

    Days spent in mindless nonsense, a series of waterlogged, immortal tears that slowly captured the face and its expanding remains! Even if we had cheated in the immortal moments of the Universe, which: an ever-virtuous kiss, a look, a dreamy flutter of eyelashes might have shown, we had already buried ourselves: our self-pity, our loserism! - We are gone, like a weak-willed dust, in the wind. 

    We could not see the intentions of our trapped true emotions, for we could not fly, and therefore we had long since fallen. We had to crumble up the seeds of our personality in the coastless time! For a long time I envied the immortal harmonies of hearts in exotic islands by the sea, when you were not by my side, and the more terrible was the purity,

    to wake with a sober mind to the Real: to wake the next day without you. to pine for the trite mystery of decay at so young and tender an age, to treat the emotions of others as a throwaway rag, and to go o...

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    ON YOUR PROTECTIVE WING

     


    Thy thought has drawn in the sand the omnipotent trace of thy swan-feet. A coral star thy fair eye bore! In a desert of sand, we two, half shy, clasped each other's hand, And waited the patient intimacy, Only to greet, and silently, to echo the all-pervading emotion: the heart-title of our immortality! 

    The sea-foams, licking the shapeless rocks, embrace them gracefully, stretching; dreams thought forgotten, dreams past, come to life again, and then vanish again. My feet shyly trace your footsteps, and the surface holds shapes of fine-grained sand. 

    But what else could I have done here, when you were long gone, and I thought of you only through your brain waves? More than all was said by thy ever-honour'd, chattering mouth, That condemned and chastised me in the day of Doom, Thou canst not willfully find an antidote To honest Truth, once made a prisoner! 

    I have been in all the changeable matter: in thy jo...

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    YAWNING CHASMS

     

    The ever grayer, useless suns, as an integral part of eternity, are fading. I'd make friends with my fears and nightmares to find my problems! If you've been an anxious fugitive all your life, it's well past time to fill your cellular eye-particles with content. - In a starless, starless landscape, the Evening comes to us with a thick, black soot! 

    In my darling's memory-blots, like jigsaw-pieces, still they appear! - Late comes and late goes the realization that the heart has signalled more fiercely and more excitedly its sure compass-recognition. Anger in the eyes, and anger in the eyes, The other discovers, if he watches him, That we would have suited each other, had we known the Known Judgment first: Were not the fires of our hearts kindled for each other? 

    Now we may boldly lament, curse the profligacy of our days -  We can lick our wounds of soul-war; Feeling and knowing we are very vulnerable! - And the hidde...

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    THE PROMISE OF HAPPINESS

     

    The black birds have made their lazy haunts in the branches, Their teeth must be shivering considerably, And their squawking must be the trumpet of fear! Now many more are seeking the sky; Silent Nothing is empty, and its silent indifference covers all. One thinks now only of the shining light, Perhaps it is playing hide-and-seek somewhere!

    We would cling to the crumbs of light as a universal responsibility. All the heartaches of the great world rest on the cold arms of sooty skeleton-trees, and atone: Existence may mend itself, and rise above! The murderous choking cough cuts my throat like a knife-blade, The only cause of my misfortune! - I have sought thee many times, but at the other end of the line there was a dead silence, a moving, tearful plea. - Slowly I was swallowed up and sucked in by self-pity, that I am ultra-bleak even in the field of honest confessions 

    without you! - From beyond, he flashed his throat-cutting voice, and my h...

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    LESSON OF RENUNCIATION

     

    I should take a lesson in resignation. Then I could start again and continue my self-pitying ordeal. I have been the target of so much bullying, so much deliberate smearing, as the hunter of a valuable prey to be hunted! - It should have been realized sooner that the revolving fortune is always on the side of the profiteers and the jumpers, and that the simple, modest helpless are consciously avoided! And the chains of ties - if they are strong and unbreakable - will never break! Yet a precious crumb of beggarly hope In the heart's courtyard shall survive! Even now the stars are turning black and sooty. 

    Sunless, murderous, unfriendly, the day grows on. The many meaningless consolations are still more than if the sick were visited by none! How good it would be to find comfort down here in a mother's bosom, To find new opportunities! To be filled with Hope, - fear has grown thorny thickets around me, and I only move out when absolutely necessar...

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    CONTEMPLATING IN THE DARKNESS

     

    Now, like a dumb, reckless murderer, the mad, frightened Solitude came upon my life: and then I began to say to myself, "If thou dread and fear Tomorrow, at least stretch and cherish the world of Today!"- And among so many endless things, the Goal seemed to gleam, beneath the surface of futilities! 

    Moody pessimism now more than unbearable - when the bad weather comes! The contagion of your moodiness you know - patiently waits around you for your joy! Soon you may not even have money left for necessities. Your stomach is waging a protesting, corroding war against you, and you know: in you z self-pity grows like a scanty tarack-weed! 

    Like the bellowing herd-member, I never deliberately drifted with the crowd. As a sure stubbornness of purpose, I have consciously shut myself off with seven locks, And all my otherworldly dead-white reality has throbbed as one sore wound, While my cowardly heart has beaten. - But here now below, ...

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    PRISON-MIST

     

    The mist now suddenly, surprised, stretches over dark rows of houses, Like a visible spider's web: a universal thick vapour. I am a little bitterer than last summer, and more selfish! I have rebelled many a time to-day against a compulsion that chokes me and breaks me: I am the messenger of my moods in pessimism: Carrying emotions with me! 

    My fortress of loneliness and fear's bastion! I would go in search of new shores of Atlantis, where humanity's humanism of human peace rests! And, beckoning the little orphan, the child mocked for a simpleton, I would bend my oppressed head in the shelter of comforting laps, 

    that comforts me and inspires me to hope. Even the sunset is now a tyrant, With burning flames, with chariots of fire, Painting on the sky its strange cosmos-signs. It churns the hypersensitive tunnels of my stomach with excessive anxiety for the unknown uncertainties of tomorrow! And like some wretched beast of man ...

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    IN THE CONFINE

     

    I am now making a good effort to move silently to the edge of Life. Even looking around myself, there is still a dark crater of clamorous lightlessness outside! I ought to become silent as a pill, like tears in tired and empty eye-sockets, and disappear into the infinite Nothingness, to lose myself like a soundless, silent primeval vacuum in a breathless breathlessness! 

    It is time to grow up the despairing child in me, - though, perhaps, it is better to look at the present over-complicated world with wondering and realizing eyes. - There's that wretched snowfall again: if anyone wants a ruthless foot-breaking in a luscious little plaster coffin, go ahead! 

    Porridge-ice, mirrors, and armour-freezes now all go on and on, and the human body falls, thundering and humiliated, and looks up in mute silence at the grinning wretches: at Winter, who has so treated and mocked him! And in such seemingly relative, no-man's-house gloom, The ...

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    TOOTH AND NAIL

     

    By now the tea was a faint shadow of warm pleasantness, and the filter was like a swamp algae-animal swimming in it. The young man who could survive the cold in shivering annihilation was growing weaker, and secretly realised that perhaps every shelter could be a trap? - For with him went despair and restlessness, and there is no final escape, no way out. 

    Now Existence is stagnant. Molar teeth and wisdom teeth are like glass bells, and the selfishness of common self-pity is mine alone, - it preserves everything inside. For unconsciously in all breathes and eats the thirsty and insatiable instinct for acceptance: I let troubles into the house like a pipe: but to take care of troubles - who can? Who? Indeed, the saying could be true: He who dares wins? 

    And every human thinker - if there are still any under the clouds of executioners, and in great confusion such - is burnt out, killed by the grinding workman-o'-thee, the years that h...

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    ILLUMINATION

     

    Foolish and outcast, I still dared to hope: in the lofty consciousness of a happiness planned! Only now did I realize that Hope itself, with its melted beads of blood, had begun to wane! I whispered in idiotic love. I want to live with you, and together, because you are very important to me! 

    In the immortal chain of existence, the linking, fertile pearl was thyself, and thy character! The deceitful, ruthless will of our fate has robbed me of every vestige of my will. What unknowable, unknown fear, and conscious dread, clutches my heart's purple 

    That now only the dying spots of the blackmailers shine? An emotion that is thought to be annihilated, but which can be escalated to vanity, cannot be destroyed, because the eternal flame of love is constantly nourished, fanned and trained so that the consciousness awakened in the biological instincts does not grow lazy: passion threatens us with an atomic bomb attack,

    if it is un...

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    IN YOUR HAND

     

    Now chimneys still paint the night's thick ruffle: the bearded chimneys of houses are a skirt for pearly stars. The death of the golden-gold trees is long past: Now, in meditations, meditating connections would be seen and unravelled! May they unravel the mysteries of the Gordian knots? - Not by a simple dissection to the extreme, as the Macedonian monarch did his work in one fell swoop, 

    but with rational and scholarly reasoning if need be! - Each summer midnight, Time's balmy sultry saturation, Dripped on me like thick molasses, Yet murderous-constant, breathless I waited, I waited, and I myself believed, That far away, in brown-flame trained fair eyes, Waiting for me alone! 

    My stubborn attention and trust in thee grew day by day with my patience! I wished no cock-fighting for thee: I voluntarily quitted thy love-circuit, to which thou didst only reply, "It was a good joke!" - I wanted you to be a treasure of my exi...

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    BOISTEROUSLY

     

    In the path of motor-cars the frozen vapour would still be wasted: To shards of shimmering stars the human breath with deliberate slowness is broken! - Here the street's wailing wail may never wail again. Morning hangovers frolic and revel in their revelry! The humming vapours of foul and foul speech, - the silence is shattered to splinters in our land! 

    And now the darkness is uncertain enough: in thin, scaly membranes, armour-hard, the frost chases on the smooth asphalt carpet! - Here now the street's wail no more is wailing. The fireflies in the dusky blind are glowing. The trees have exchanged their love for thorned icicles! Like a clod, my clamp-legs prick, tormented by the staggering pain! 


    The skeleton-arms of the trees: ice-cold losers. Crows rest on them, fluttering death-stones. The soul now tightens still more, To reassemble the earthly reckoning, unfolding again: What have I done, and what more could I have d...

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    REALITY-WARNING

     

    Waking from bed, trapped, humiliated, to wake up to the Real: the Universe that can be kept is now suddenly shattered to pieces, as once we were bewitched: the flirtatious winking eyes of eye-balls, a lock of hair left orphaned, or a confession of love now gone for good! - There is no melancholy day that I do not ponder: I have protected a vulnerable lily-stalk, selfless, and at last a discarded, recyclable 

    of recyclable rags, myself included! The stubborn and obstinate opponents of my law and my right are always warning me that there must and can be a better and more beautiful existence within the bounds of tolerance! - Today all dream-vision is shattered: nervous vapours, diamond-shadows of refraction, still fight and quarrel, 

    On my shaggy face: the hamster-tongue of the chubby still remains! - Happy now can only he be Who, with confident and covetous cupidity, The fragile-footed happiness found, That sought not, but only listened t...

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    MUSIC OF DRUMBEATS

     

    In the wasted prison cell of my room, barely seventeen square metres, I received the devastating news: You are married, and I can hardly - I can only - compliment you in verses! You chestnut-eyed, ripe chocolate-haired fairy. Thy frail, dirty shoulders like toothpicks stood guard over thee, Thy rosy heaven-smiling face: all merriment, all mute vulnerability!

    I must not let thee fade from my heart and mind to a sudden memory, and be but a tattered memory, but to my ever-forgetful brain I will make an eternal complaint in a notebook: among my unimportant, trivial things, as immortal eternity, Thou shalt have a deserved place. - For seven full years now my griefs have been barbed, And with their infectious tears thou hast charmed sorrow and bitter despair With thy self-conscious flirtation, thy sunny happiness. And in rock-shattering sobs

    How many a lonely deer on my oak-trees you have cowered! To-day, or perhaps to the distant future, Motherhood, w...

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    BREATH-ARC

     

    There was only one glimmer. Like a chorus of sky-bombs, flying, whistling grenades, the wild hyena roar of the sky when they hit. The unshakeability of adolescence - in vain - I still carry! Perhaps the greatest of all my baneful shots is the indissoluble compliment I have sworn to Someone! 

    - On my shoulders now are multiplying, thickening, unmanageable, and recurring tasks! Soon my midnight and puberty's sorrow will mark another change of era, On proud overtones my midnight and puberty's sorrow, That ladies' hearts did not want my romantic trophies, My sultry dream-visions will quickly sprout within me! I have not whistled of problems so far, 

    I have wandered among people in whispering incognito. The day's end came with the fearful goblins of night, And as a lesser trouble, as a surplus, I was once set aside - I'll be forgiving. Time, even now, rushes on like a maddened express:

    I should slowly find a com...

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    SEASONABLE NIGHT

     

    Now Time blooms more and more ice-flowers, thorns of frozen silence, wire-barriers: silent assassins - the air sifts mists of itself, and sifts mists of itself: sorrows, bitternesses, self-pity float like boats from the lake of broken looks. Now Winter starts a heart-war, the frozen ice-rocks are rattled by the empty frost - she will not come, because they will not let the deer-eyed girl come for me, for whom I once fought and struggled with my pessimism! 

    And still the wounded dirt of the alley-smelling city barely clears. Rather like a choking, thick tar, It grows as the darkness must descend. Thirty years beyond the mirror, yawning, you find an old man: The contented existence has fallen by his side, - For he knew it, and proclaimed it, and because he alone willed it so! Our dreams shall return no more - the rainbow-possibility of our imagination May be for prodigal posterity! 

    Beside me the lonely prophet: the three-hent cone of the...

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    TABLE TO CITY

     

    The milky mist slowly settles over the steaming valley, and the dawn mist embraces the old-age veterans of the mountains. Clustered houses are visible on the widening horizon, and the worries are thickening. One is still sharpening one's razor blade to prepare for the coming years, and more and more anxiously, rudely, stressfully, one searches and searches for what else could be saved? 

    Sitting on a couch, where time and old age would visit him with a walking stick, and not even noticing in his two glass eyes the uncertainty and despair of his existence? In mud-wounded barns thou wander'st still, Seeking thy nook, seeking thy shelter, - Under the torn sky, in the sure prison of darkness, Thou treadest alone! 

    With thundering splinters it approaches, and will hit you if - if you are not careful of a careless firecracker: sudden minute-men, who have outgrown themselves, now dictate the Order, and in the self-sobering cold-shower-m...

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    SUBMERGED CONSCIOUSNESS

     


    I wanted to lie in your arms, to bow my orphaned, boyish head. So I dreamed of heaven, of possible fulfillment! In the halos of found harmony, without the old consciousness of barriers and ropes, to bathe in the dark stream of your bug-eyed eyes, - and to feel: my life is not in vain, that I need you! Thy fine braid of beautifully curved, veined hair would embrace me, not choking, but as gently as a luxuriant ivy, And teach me from this world the lesson of brave, uplifted stand and hold, though all seems to shrink! 


    The dreaming imagination has now deceived me, It has both lied and failed me - I would have flirted with the Kharübdis throat of the wave- Depths; I would have faced the passing, but only if you had squeezed my hand with all your might. The twilight would have made us explode rainbows, and while volcanic eruptions with celestial badges

    We would find the earthly wonder, the infinite in each other. I would have...

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    IN THE LOOK

     


    In the untold moment, when the pearl of truth was shattered in your dark eyes, I saw shooting stars shining in a haloed wreath. And at once we did not touch ourselves, but our hearts became each other's watchful, caring keeper! In the lake of my soul I let thy unforgettable face bathe, And we were one sentimental, human bond: Thou and I, and it was good to forget and leave behind us the troubles and sorrows!

    - And now that the delicate veins of your nerves no longer tingle with your raging blood for me, where shall I put you now instead of your sunny smile of the winter greeting me with its vulgar power. my heart was broken in a shape that was changing, so that you could put it back together again, and why was it necessary, was it necessary to break my wounded self again, so that I would know: I was only a plaything in your vile flirting campaign? 

    Oh, say! If thou canst tell me, and confess, what shall become of him who, having ...

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    THE POSSIBILITY OF EXISTENCE

     

    In the placenta-deep, a tummy dweller quietly naps, sending messages. The Madonna-faced fairy is still patient and kindly examining her belly, looking at it! Oh, the first, tiny chubby angel-germ of a new existence, is now sprouting its wings! Now in the heart's bliss it moves in thick stream-flow, Sends forth its pearls of true pearl, Rich and rich in content.

    O little, blessed unknown guest, strange planets of this great world! - While in the cellular caverns of the abdominal cavity, like a glorious lamp-light, thou seekest and searchest for a possible way out, thy future mother's swan-hands she opens diligently and gently: now the celebrating soul begins a silent lullaby, offering prayers to Nature's gracious God! 

    Joconda-eyed, blessed chalice of love, that hath lifted Being to the altar, With a shower of kisses, with prostrate humility, Thou hast received the hearts that love thee! A common Damocles fate hovers over us, that...

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    PLAINT-WALLS

     

    Soon they will leave me - like my acquaintances, my Years! The embittered memories, like moments of yew-flower, May once in a while, if I will, rise again: If I am not enveloped by the amber tendrils of Nothing, like conscious indifference and boredom! I shall stare at broken and cracked highway-arches, if I should honestly look in the mirror. 

    I am neither Adonis, nor in the camp of the first, a victorious strategist, nor a warlord! I could be satisfied with the cheap smell of mashed potatoes and salty slices: "You eat too much anyway!" - The others barked their barbs at me! - And perhaps even in death I might be a slug who dared to make any effort to get to the 

    To the Atlantic shores of immortal love. And if my blood often leaks through the caverns of my holey heart, where was then the self-helpful, blessed face that laughs and laughs at all misery? - Is my eye or my will weary in seeking? In mapping the True? - I know not ...

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    WAKE TO REALITY

     


    To hide, to escape. With the cheaply-measured weights of Tomorrows on my limbs, painted green-blue by the aching vengeance! I should hide - yes, hide in the deep hiding-places of blessed-hearted mothers. Unfold while you can the unknown safety-net to shelter and protect you! - Or in diligent mole mode, digging tunnels of thickening caverns underground: field worms,

    My real lack cannot be complete, cannot be whole: my nagging conscience plays daily question and answer with me, and recognises my lack. - It is the weight of the task that pulls me back: the responsibility of pen and paper keeps calling me back, pulling me back to the sobering consciousness; I cannot yet leave, nor can I yet be part of the contemplative Nothing, 

    in whose kingdom I shall be transformed as a degraded dross, under persistent, unwearied patience! The law of hiding binds me, compels me to forget my humanity, and in the abysses of my selfishness I may seek my ...

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    HORIZON LINE-ISLAND

     

    In homeless, orphaned flocks, ravens chatter on skeleton-like branches: black bones, charred, about to cool! They spared not the chill shadows of seasons while they could, For the stealthy flicker of the fading sun Is now, perhaps, for ever ceased! The only possible connection between two lovers was, That they clung to each other by navel-strings, captive to each other's safety- Social gravity prejudiced all 

    decapitates you, it doesn't want to know you, because it never asks! With clenched fists, clenched teeth they swirl, hoofing, in a gloomy Time-vacuum, - Thoughts shiver with reason, for warming pity! Icy muteness shed to execution, Murderous air through the body's tunnels seeps! - From time sunk, now would be so good a satisfaction to draw Thee forth, 

    that thy blushing fury might unveil on thy face the blood-rose essence! O! - It must be too late, it cannot be! The memory of the past is now easily deceived: in vain! Th...

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    SAUNTER-LOSS

     

    Even now, with the watchword of deliberate calm, The wandering clouds wander, three stone mountains with their curved muscular ridges Gently spreading in the bosom of the fertile valley, Standing with unruffled conviction the siege of the World! And as I watched the foolishly melancholy and hot-headed nature, I could have imagined how we embraced each other in our last moments: heart-broken, fused 

    Like weary, drunken shipwrecked men, Who quench their thirst with passion's flame Instead of drops of water: In flesh, in bone, in blood-blood-blue, And in the beating channels of the vascular walls, All essence is filled when you are around me! My soul, tormented by long reveries, now rests with thee at last! - And in any way 

    I could not wistfully make pilgrimage to thee, Hoping that with thy kisses' immortal flowers Thou may'st yet comfort me! What more could I do for thee? You tell me! I was defending the budding hopes of our ...

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    Impressionable-processes


      
    That the complex and organic instinct-processes of the soul have thus come together and become influenceable, which are involuntarily integrated into the network of social processes and not only in a helpless, servile way, allowing them to simultaneously open and crush the petals of the yearning soul-pieces: they are thrown out of their solidly imagined balance by the disorganized system of the Whole.

    The being of the body as a whole prepares itself for a general lamentation when it is no longer able to show its sincere-unselfish face. Unbearable, shameful emptiness - a total silence drowned in harmonies becomes less bearable. All at once, everything has entered a vacuum-free space: an inner, domestic landscape.

    Some familiar ache penetrated the proud, organic cell wall, to then drum a tachycardic alarm to the desperate brain - Billog-burning is necessary to burn unconditional traces, to learn once and for all that "some" onl...

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    VISUAL LIFE

     

    This year too there has been New Year's cheer, a boisterous, bohemian shower, Winter's busy, busy, busy, minute by minute, has suddenly produced its merciless killers: bearded icicles stood guard under almost every eave, - if anyone should stray, they would fall on their backs and stab them! 

    Tearing stars of flakes fell from the sky, And one might - like a landmine of cacophony - Crunch like warming slices of toast. In a terrible sky-earth assault Against judging Nature, man can have no word - In dim moonlight now bathe human star-gazes, Man can scarce survive the bread-winning:

    He drags, he drags his ever lazier legs, Worn out by six flights of twenty, An unquestioning, unquestioning robot, - He wonders: how much I could not do for my toiling family, When the raindrops dance on the ground, The sky too, in pain, ponders, weeps. 

    - Man is waning, he cannot avoid passing away, and cannot befriend the sacred laws of mort...

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    Room with a view


      
    My wandering soul, like a fearful, diligent ghost, slept in my room somewhere yet it seemed in the restrained chorus of nightmares and stray rustles, tiny threats, the yellow moon flickered silvery.

    In the next room my father and mother snored loudly. Their nervous, otherworldly unconsciousness wandered in and out of their souls. Above my head swam the jackal heads of my shame, grinning in death. Fluttering and dancing in pitch-dark depths.

    Their grinning sniggering made me urinate, my sweat stumbled between the shutter-traps of my forehead. And in the astonishing heartbeats I experienced, there was an unexpected turn. In opening doorways, my mother's worried angelic gaze comforted, watched.

    I, a boy accustomed to another state of repose, vomited from my aching, lost soul the childish curses of my childish soul until I succeeded in cursing this muddled, undeserving world. With an aching heart set for a heart attack, drenc...

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    Case study


     
    Your nerves need a peaceful rest. Your body should have peace now, a harmonious balance. You yourself must have known long ago: tomorrow you will be confronted for good with your shipwrecked, once helpless doppelganger, seen as yourself, childishly naive, whiningly whining. Yet unknowingly everyone could feel inside there was a self-consuming restlessness.

    Where something worthwhile might happen. "It is better to lie low, stoically!" - says his sober, deliberate mind. I say: This is wrong! You may no longer find the happiness you have always desired; you would have embarked on expeditionary adventures unknown on ruinous ramparts of last moments, if you could.

    Your mind is still unyielding, restless. Do not let prodigality probe its members. Rather, rage like wild, untameable tornadoes and try to build more relationships. - Deliberately avoid the snares of vain self-deceptions and deceptive promises. See your wisecracking, useless t...

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    Contemporary wound-scratching


      
    I have never received the redemptive pardon of criminals. I was forced to lick my stigma scars like a dog, until I was totally disappointed and totally disappointed with full-blown worms in the midst of false prophets. For no matter how small, whether it is a scar or a scout's scar or a car accident-induced study wound, the bone-cracking, fierce-galadic pain reaches to the very core of the soul and penetrates like a digestive poison.

    To endure silently out of the circle, its fate may at any time become accustomed to man's vulnerability, and with will and patience, even with hand-holding dreams in his hands. It is increasingly difficult to behave as a human being in a world beyond the eyelids. It would be better to be a cowering beast, though forced to live, to tell the future on the pages of the codex of your existence, to decipher: how many more trials, how many more heart-rending universal disappointments must we endure and endure?! -<...

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    UNFINISHED BUSINESS

     

    Like an island where Time has stood still, and your expressive gaze penetrates like a scalpel into my kidney. Thy cheek in the reddish glow of thy cheek Thy mischievous smile plays and hesitates with me! In my vulnerable heart, years of refined thorns have taken aggressive root, And only your gentle, nurturing hand can heal! To thee would I bend my oppressed head: can the yearnings of human evil-doers ever be at last

    daily? How can our two heartbeats, on secret biological pathways, be entwined, tell me? And can the half-hearted, pompous will conceal nothing but that we have both been reduced to cowards at the decisive moment? 


    I knew that our pleasant little flirtation was over sooner than we had previously thought. Sooner had our half-hearted, hesitant confession ended than our sudden, gasping breath before certain drowning! Did you really think so? Is that what you wanted? Please, answer me! No compulsion! Why did the immortality o...

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    Case study


     
    Your nerves need a peaceful rest. You need peace for your body now, a harmonious balance. You yourself must have known long ago: tomorrow you will be confronted for good with your shipwrecked, once helpless doppelganger, seen as yourself, childishly naive, whiningly whining. Yet unknowingly everyone could feel inside there was a self-consuming restlessness.

    Where something worthwhile might happen. "It is better to lie low, stoically!" - says his sober, deliberate mind. I say: This is wrong! You may no longer find the happiness you have always desired; you might have embarked on expeditionary adventures unknown on ruinous ramparts of last moments, if you could.

    Even so, your mind is unyielding, restless. Do not let prodigality probe its members. Rather, rage like wild, untameable tornadoes and try to build more relationships. - Deliberately avoid the snares of vain self-deceptions and deceptive promises. See your wisecracking, usele...

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    For stretcher


     
    Watch out for the downtrodden, humiliated victims. I am stunned beyond amazement. Fallen, snarling crypt-faces stare dumbfounded from the trench-slashed faces. The warming, acrid smell of urine pools around their feet.

    It's as if a repeated fact or situation spirals over and over again. There is no way to escape from it. I peer out of my eyes into the murmuring fog-filled landscape. I wonder if they see and sense in themselves the unbearable probability of their oppressed existence.

    The recluse-prophet also looks into his future with tired but still curious child's eyes. A distracted, creaking obsession unfurls brainwashed thoughts. Stupidity has taken up permanent residence. Who poisonous seeds are scattered by the propaganda media.

    The subterranean state of dull darkness has persisted on solid, unbreakable ground for ever longer.

    In each other's words and deeds some would carve the murderer's knife, if t...

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    No handrail


      
    ...For now the world around me is mad to the core. Laws, human dignity today can mean nothing to me, and nowadays, where there used to be an asphalted pavement, there is a blind macadam road. More and more people are explaining the consistency of faddish bargaining, but none of them has the courage to go out in front of crowds of people and act. The age of willful indifference to back-turning has arrived.

    Patients are crying in stinking mouse-hole hospitals, as all decent money goes to the private sector. Those who would heal first - on a sure thing basis - would rather make a will at exorbitant prices: they all know that they could be sent to the operating table at any moment for misunderstood medical malpractice. And even if there was liability, the doctor in question acts like Pilate when life-saving responsibility is no longer his.

    Today, the real, most important, necessary matters have been deliberately overlooked, and instead the...

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    Ownership in reverse


      
    The backward, witnessing Man always looks backwards tasting the burger-glass of his cuddly history. Preparing to set out to create a new Columbus life somewhere else, but his compass of aching homesickness keeps pulling him back.

    He knows that when something is finally finished and the characters and statistics say goodbye to each other, Reality becomes bitter and sour. To start a new theme is sometimes pointless, when repetition, as an easy cure, is often better; he arranges past stories into a picture, as a secret figure of certain death.

    How much easier, surely, it would be if one could read a text from doodle-lines. It would be fitting to be connected to something very high, organically. Clinging to the bench of his comfort, his happy unconscious gullibility sits on his tesze-tosha and daily allows himself to be eviscerated, to be exploited for his invested trust. It gives up its trust, offered to it in a sluggish, irredeemable way...

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    Beggar's will


      
    It has imposed itself on everything, and everything is now a rotten vomit because it has seen itself. Moving beneath the surface, cocktail-swilling, champagne-swilling V.I.P. exclusive evenings, insidious snake hisses, double entendres, universal sunken rot. Career graveyards at a loss become compulsive shapeshifters in pursuit of larger goals, looting dreams. In addition to a carefree lifestyle, it is necessary to take on grief and dirt with a straight face. Sooner or later, even the absolute winners will be driven out of the race by the victors.

    Only Death can bring comfort and consolation. To body and soul, one by one, it now offers the semblance of equality. - Daily shedding their reptilian-veined skins, the Janus-like Angels, saints, pretending prophet-greats. Whose daily ruined lives they ruin - They notice nothing but the virtue, if it pops, or if they lack the necessary sum To preserve the ruins of their sham happiness.

    It may ...

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    Split in two


      
    The difference is that I don't just know: I also feel that the toilets of public hospitals have been out of toilet paper since time immemorial, and that there is always a need for a Hollywood movie star to buy into the community with good intentions, or to immediately offer his million-dollar honorarium as a self-help quick fix. It is rare, at least, if not unheard of, that even hell can be a more pleasant and comfortable place than the emergency room, where people die every second.

    One thing is certain: the experimental era of foolish, ready-to-do pomposity is long over; why should we need cheap consolation when all cheap, handout promises are grotesque grimaces and pseudo-mirrors. The good, sheep-people will just buy it and believe it, but they must always be shocked by the sad reality; here, lasting progress and change may never come!

    Because it is not possible that asphalted roads are torn up to make them passable, while the ax...

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    Existence of Finches


      
    Human life today is increasingly panic-stricken. It is as if it had been assembled from hurricane elements into a disingenuous, temporary Order, to shape and destroy in a trinity of career-fame-fame-ambition, spinning in circles. The insidious, flirtatious, insidious offers of flirtation hidden behind the cloak of disguised courting intentions are immediately detectable. The bribeable, money-hungry soul has also been transformed into a thin shell of algae in unventilated swamps.

    Wrinkle-free, blinding toothpaste moths willingly want us to believe that there can still be a point to the sweetness of romance. The glamour of a talmudic suspicion superstitions the workaholic slaves' eager wills daily: they have appropriated the exotic spectacle - whenever they wanted to.

    Shrieking stars, watchful rodents mop incessantly, arm-in-arm. Wounds, unhealed tragedies, have recently been inflicted by the persistent exposure of private lives. The...

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    Giveaway-simphony


      
    The greedy desire for possession is pushing forward, burrowing with a thousand shadows unceasingly. Home's poisoned form worms its treasured fruits and the calvary of the average consumer man unprotected in his home is embodied in a single blow: it surrounds him, suffocates him, lavishes him with everything until he is suffocating.

    Slowly, nothing can grow without interest, without ulterior motives; food, drink, love, or career - a free-thinking, creative-nature soon grows cold. Where can the saviour-creative mind sneak quietly?! When, to everyone's delight, the scandal reaches unbearable heights, even those who hoped for five minutes of fame are crushed. But you can't trust the occasional mall cat, testosterone-gigolo.

    The world's most influential congregation is breeding signal-bearers like parasitic plants, and there is no longer any reason to try to protect and create the future in other ways - syrupy legitimacy is ...

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    Distance mirror


     
    Surely, halfway into the future, everyone will have at least enough self-loathing to dare to say, to dare to admit the word: "I made a mistake!" - In the trapped webs of silent answers, any number of apologies could have given birth to a healthy tact, and perhaps it would have been easier to stay, if this great deceiver and swindler of loyalty had not been standing guard everywhere on the picket lines. Deceptions, and renewed promises of vows, are again caught in devious minds: while he deceives others, deceives others, and pretends in good faith, without noticing that his vile life is a mere exhibitionist self-deception, splashed with syrupy reality.

    He does not enjoy the shocking moment of unexpected pregnancies one bit, since every minute he can swell to the size of a killer whale and at all costs he radically pursues a body-control diet, since he can see on the faces of his closest relatives the extra kilos he has gained in happiness. Ha...

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    Mouldering golden spit


      
    Long-necked, sticky mass-Time's long-born, money-ordered, cobbled-together worldly monster: dark, giddy, panting-like Pegasus birds that carry the manes of foam on themselves. From under the stench of advanced putrefaction ever rises the stench of the ferret-goat. Exotic, feathered, blonde Amazons also began to bounce and then stink. Floating down a river of labyrinths, a career has led to a cheap reputation.

    The dotless Infinity, it is feared, can no longer be contained. Scarce homeliness builds a nest in brainwashed minds. Even pre-playable battles keep receding, instead of always breaking forward. Unleashed malice, jealous envy, prudish vanity: if one stresses too much, the tachycardic heart can explode like a bomb, like a fractured volcanic cone.

    In the cracks of exhibitionist skin, like infected tattoos, the will of greed burns its marks.- With lion's teeth were born in the old days the wicked burglars, who could only purs...

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    Wandering souls


      
    On the webs of stretched poles, the fierce memories of my existence, entwined and fierce, float in order, yet reappear. They bear sins fallible or guilty as well as the orphaned restless ones, who can hardly care whether it is day or dark. Nor can the protagonists be more with their done things than mere pause-signs; their cages are rattled by wandering ghouls when they are called. Soberness and indecision are present in their behaviour, as well as in their trailing words.

    The ornamentation of scars done needs the more half-hearted, the more all-pleasing care; none can want to lose unworthily the prayers of the sobbing true-kisses shed for those who yet may have remained faithful and pure for their humanity.

    In distraught yet pleasing redemptive confusion, as phase shifts, the why of split confessions burst forth, "I need you! Don't leave me!" - Two silent looks of speech when with a single will then no excuses, cheap why...

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    Mounted mirror image


      
    Sooner or later, every mirror image that has stepped out of itself turns back in on itself. Its forgivable, wise wrinkles from the moments of marcona times just as they blossom and become one with the maturity hidden in the depths. Eras and human relationships are reassessed. It does no harm to keep the malfunctions of the spiritual household in order with due regularity. Memories fall like dry leaves into the depths: they fall under, fade away in a windless, space-scented haze. Even so, memory becomes more and more fragmented, more and more leaky.

    The present always hides its past, while the messages always reach their destination. - The silently stretched hieroglyphic speech of hands is self-identical with the tenderness of touch. The telepathic melody of glances echoes through the cliffs of the soul...

    The smallest poles of budding bodies are infiltrated by a tinkling bliss that both encourages and tingles. The Soul, even in its agi...

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    Navigation collisions


      
    A life violated, like a concoction or a legacy that should no longer be brought to light, for it is so secret-secret. Like stretched skin, the epithelial cells of our dead memories are piled up on top of each other: molecules, cells - the bent man degrades himself into a petty, opportunistic beggar. Everyone longs to know himself. His distant goals are long overdue, his cheap jelly has long since dried, stuck like glue.

    Deliberate dread, fear is humiliated by self-harming prejudice. Hippo-clouded mirages sway the simple desires of busy life. Fooled by many with seductive promises of a future that ignorant, despicable saints can make worthy, heaps of career dreams. A forced desertion of blind, pathetic expectations awaits the common people, that they could not reveal, nor show the morality of their essence. They have had to endure, to bear, the fact that they can never turn their cherished, simple plans into nothing from angelic miracles.

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    On the wall of age


      
    Unnecessary apologetic sentences like promised speeches flow easily through angry, leaky brains like Léthe water. Even holy water is like a dehydrated smoothie. Even so, the wounds multiplied unconsciously, like fiery traces of prison burned into the skin. Unfinished Saturn tattoos hide a memory and a sad tear.

    Unchecked, grief and joy explode; objectively alienated... - The charred precious minutes, I fear, hold almost nothing more. They are lost without a trace. In the fading twilight the shadows seem more and more brave. - Lonely Generation Ys drift on regardless of age, for they too can no longer believe that words with magic powers must be followed by deeds.

    In our country in transition, the smell of a total, paroling dictatorship is increasingly pervading: leaden, lousy, bribe-shaming. Like a swampy marshland, where only water-soluble weed trails and bubble-gum pits grow. Pale, emaciated Pharaoh masks the chained Freedom, ...

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    Postmodern zoo


      
    The man of the present postmodern Age is inoculated with greedy rawness, with deliberate business-like leeching and palaver at the same time, like a constantly parasitic leech parasite, inedible in itself. The human enigma, which has deceived and defrauded itself a million times, shows its ever more advantageous physiognomy as a vile Janus face.

    The teardrop, playing hide-and-seek from time to time, is like a cracked eggshell, a precise and accurate depiction of eviscerating conditions, so that the more profits reaped in surplus by the methods of predatory economies must be pocketed and put aside by those whose intention it is to open a business here. - A bellowing mass of sheep, a gang of scrabbling, disorderly mobs, divided like sheep, run, howl, cling to a cheap Black Friday action with a free password, because they have a single, pure goal in front of them, brainwashed: to buy and want.

    The risk of free robbery tends to chain them ...

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    Conscious exhaustion


      
    I need to wait in a state of expectant readiness. The millstone of sin's redeeming mill is not much - it's almost overwhelming. As if in the beating of my heart, another, more secret, darker melody, which only a few listen to, is ready and mingling in my heartbeat. Forever startled, my orphan-eye listens at every age, scanning in search of honest-to-goodness romance. The ambrosial medicine of all-filling All-waterfalls.

    Many a time have I visited the bumping slopes of idle bliss. The baroque barge of voiced, silenced glances is a ricochet-like lust- For undivided, One-glances have indeed their magic power and secret keys, With which they open soul-petals in their delicate harmony.

    I cling to the recurring, happier images of my memories, till my prayer fills the superficial complexity of things real and imagined. I wring a cosmic emptiness from myself whenever I must still play honestly and truthfully the greedy but deceitful de...

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    Banished from the world


      
      Watch out! He who survives here by free thinking, may now lie low as a sneaky, alamusian leech. A talmudic and sordid cancer of brainwashed thoughts runs through the interest highway of proxy cultures: would Yorick and Hamlet still be doomed?

    The executioner takes up the stacks of paper and throws them like kindling between the tongues of hungry flames to foam. Every movement and automatic is now silent and meaningless. They have long since been disabused of the chain of theories, of the need only to be correct, only to approve whatever sacred, individual conviction may mean.

    The yearning devotion is like a bandaged mummy, and is released, for every tiny gap is there for the ghost of a tiny intellect to peep through. Vast masses of people are bred into a horde huddle by psychological and manipulative means, by the automatism of mechanisms as well as fixed actions - nothing can be avoided.

    Is misdirection considered the...

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    Apocalypse Doctrine


      
    The cyclones of hope have tempted us each time on the heights of the spirals of Being. Each time we try to leap, to confess, to endure the daily toil of tomorrow.

    Hoodless cities are shunned and even in our evacuated dreams we cannot be fully equal and independent. An orphaned flower-stalk might endure on the windswept shore - its petal flesh like our repressed bodies.

    Every crypt-face with cryptic hieroglyphic gazes back at us like a moon. The tender, unselfish devotion is as beautiful as a child's hair. In many cases, the present becomes a silent destroyer of faces: a desolate hive, a refuge where only the privileged can gain sufficient admittance.

    Snowfall, hustle and bustle, menace, the ruin-dwellers of the underground world are soon revealed by the desolate, desolate darkness of the seasons, ever cut off by the mischievous light of the seasons, playing hide-and-seek in the tunnels of the chip tunnels.

    In a ...

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    Crypt Fugitives


      
    In our world, sparkling stars shine here and there incessantly. Our stars shine in our stars, in our stars, in our stars. Each vain mirror is also a slavish, disgraced shipwreck of itself, like the truer but tearful eye under the mascara of mascara, which can never lie again. Like illuminated lamps, the spiky coral of islands beneath the diva's and the dandy's downy feet, he who does not look hard enough, or thinks too highly of himself, will stumble.

    The incarnate hieroglyphics of our language, once of the days of the eye, are still jealously guarded by a few prophet-writers, relegated to ivory towers. They demand the introduction of new censorship rules in the Acharkodon, while mummy-voiced crypt-runners with their scalpel-snouts negate and persecute unsuspecting fugitives. No amount of loyalty-demonstrating morality or hand-holding empathy is worth anything, at most on the surface.

    Diamond necklaces balance on the beautiful ...

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    Coatings


     
    Some time must still be spent here of necessity. All Time is a tremor in space. It would have been good to know Babylonian examples. What good was it to set up the formula of theories of time for ourselves?! Silent resignation to the immutable, quietly treading in miniature time-trains.

    Why is it necessary to face each day with anxiety the permanent states of Being-destruction? As when shadows huddle in the sleepless darkness, only to be incinerated by the sparking change of days by the fear that feeds itself.

    Exiled mother-in-law tidings could not be counted. Like loose plaster that is starting to mould, old age is getting more and more dishevelled. It hangs in sprouting curls on the wax-sketch of faces. The whimper of an animal crying out in its dreams when it has no one to turn to. In a Hatholdian wilderness, even the feeble man trembles to survive his last, livable moments with selfish, accountable will.

    In the gradually deepen...

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    Exiled from the world


      
      Watch out! He who survives here by free thinking, may now lie low as a sneaky, alamusian leech. A talmudic and squalid cancer of brainwashed thoughts runs through the interest highway of proxy cultures: would Yorick and Hamlet still be doomed?

    The executioner takes up the stacks of paper and throws them like kindling between the tongues of hungry flames to foam. Every movement and automatic is now silent and meaningless. They have long since been disabused of the chain of theories, of the need only to be correct, only to approve whatever sacred, individual conviction may mean.

    The yearning devotion is like a bandaged mummy, and is released, for every tiny gap is there for the ghost of a tiny intellect to peep through. Vast masses of people are bred into a horde huddle by psychological and manipulative means, by the automatism of mechanisms as well as fixed actions - nothing can be avoided.

    Is misdirection considered th...

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    Shadow shapes from Helsingor


     
    On the point of a needle, Hamlet's sad ghost lives and is forced to exist. Across Elsinore, Hyena winds tear his clothes, rattling wildly. Better would it be to go to the dry desert of the Ninevehs, seen by the sand-grains, than to destroy the nimbus of the uncovered daily.

    Our bad dreams are always with us. To walk the treadmill of bumpy donkey-ladder careers in the footsteps of opportunists and profiteers. A secret-keeper is seldom if ever the setting, horizon-orbiting star. Years from now the aged executioner will wrap his murder-rope around his stiffened neck.

    Splintering piles of bone-skulls now coil everywhere. Their open, sinister poisons drip down to open hearts the vicious juices of secret vials. Yorick's hollow teeth with the careful precision of the great gravediggers, a few sharply thrust.

    Truth will be rewarded when new and more exotic Ophelia dare to commit suicide under the weight of their sorrows. On chains ...

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    Poisoned stimulus branch


      
    We have all been poisoned by cheap mass cultures that have been degraded into a hopelessly sickening cesspool, as the prophets of Nineveh warned us all of old, and since then no new questions or answers have been allowed.

    "The spirit plunders and steals in any case", said many, whose changing tongue is as much in favour of utility and not nobility today as it was in the past. Because everyone was nodding their heads in sheep's clothing, and had long known that they had to lick their arses and strive to survive without any upkeep, since they had to live with their pockets bulging. They made the truth, which could be coloured, into a blur. How many more autopsy corpses can the resurrection wait for?!

    Sooner or later, the spirit of plundering and plundering will come back to everyone. They wash each other's fat-ass stains as if they could be cleaned easily.

    They would tear our stigma-ridden skin and hang it to ...

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    Poisoned


      
    Our overrun lives will be ruled by an agitated striving. Like a pile of cake, we are creeping closer and closer into the lives of others, to be part of something that was never ours to begin with.

    Mud-flows of mere Being, still with us, confess and tremble - whether our hesitant or negative words are fearful virgin-white. In cold nooks the startled eternity loves to play hide-and-seek.

    Existence at once plucks and grinds our skulls with ten nails, cleaving them. Surely it often happens that we might be better, nobler, if we could learn to nurse iron.

    We have so much of the elixir of our pains, that it lives in us like a scar or an ulcer. A lasting rest in obscurity can seldom warm us, for in the littleness that awaits us we must learn to appreciate the industrious daily.

    For there are now more and more vultures, who want the new liver chunks at any price. Even a rotting clover or a wormy apple might be good for some...

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    Gradual rotting


      
    The fingers of our haste forehand bend the lead weights of our transgressions. In times of tormented cleverness, the mind is already caught up in the corticism. While some are in the depths of their souls, others are lounging, like dogs that want to chew their cud.

    With agonizing joy they cosmeticize and mutilate each other. Unhappiness-almost for the umpteenth time the Universe wags a cautious finger. Wounded bodies in their pain trample on each other like the most insidious envious, and while the clots of the heart are rolled in honey, the green-glowing little jewels of hope hardly sweeten.

    A married life sticks to us like years of worn underwear, and wide-eyed charm-mixers can dabble at will. Their darkness is public and lucid. The seeing eyes peer through their tiny keyholes at the details of the world.

    The traitors and the bribe-takers can no longer be hidden by eternity. The tiny buttons of the soul are sooner closed to...

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    Quotable lightness


      
    Our useless, saleable existence has become a shame. For from shameful, faded masses of humanity no noble Enkiduk nor pitiful Ophelia were wrought. Awning wings were silently drawn before our cataracted eyes. For it is always a painful realisation to him who sees in us the map of old ages.

    The instincts of rocks and molecules have been deceived and deceived by the hungry careerist's bed, and the greedy sense of success. Often the hope of sleep has become hurtful. The mind was distorted by the exhibitionist pose assumed, - instincts dragged the impressionable thought after them on a leash.

    The brainwashed gangs of brainwashed idiots can never be a culture-creating, redemptive mission - it is better to listen to a more restless, self-consuming time of judgment broken down into tones - our fearful memory is only reeled up by the tongue-twisting play of dirty, tabloid slang and barbarisms.

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    The eye-catcher


      
    Your existence itself is already a pathetic fat, splinter-nakedness. You have opened your shy, sneaky eyes countless times over horizons - you knew: you set out on a wandering untrodden wanderings with unwanted intentions, your doubts and fears that you could not find a companion, no matter how you tried and wanted to.

    You yourself are a voiceless star down here. You would tremble and tearfully curse, if you could, the widening void of the Universe and the infinite, for you have fled through your whole wretched life as a deceived exile. Thou wouldst open thy frayed tongue wide, And pour it like a destructive torrent upon the evil host Of dog-dogs and dog-roarers.

    Like a diligent fool, thou hold'st the rings of thy soul in thy closed palm, To show them once chosen to another, perhaps for ever. The earthy form of your dithering, defenceless being, belly-lovable, could not be enough for the modern woman-corpses to map you in full real...

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    Inter-operability


      
    There opposite the crystal mirror which can't pretend that you've passed the fast-moving, proud years and it hurts when you feel abandoned by a man, a parent, a friend. Opposite you the clock. You listen with curiosity and eagerness to its clacking purring voice, trying to decipher the ancient mystery it beats upon your greying temples: "Must you still be alive at all costs?" Why not get off this confused, deliberate merry-go-round now?!

    Someone has challenged your broken digital hologram to a duel. You click old photo apps on your computer, to see if you can recapture what you once were. Like fattened-up, pathetic mice, people playing at being taken advantage of, like cats quietly following their selfish shadows with fierce diligence, wander in front of you.

    Now something inside you clicks with an unintelligible sound. Your existence is surrounded by old circles of power and career, as if a shipwrecked man cannot jum...

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    Zone Zero


      
    I'm afraid I'll fall asleep at last, until someone finds me stealthily. They'll see me no more in the whirl of desire-digging evenings. The defiant web of my loneliness will be my only refuge at night.

    Existence is now in every case rushing down the precipices. I am a ghost of this crisis, of this present time totally turned inside out. anyone can be crucified, ruined as a scapegoat, because the more profit-hungry world is always more ruthless. By the time anyone heeds the call, the soul is staggering inside. You can't see through the gutting urban jungle that has settled over you.

    Why is it that we all look to hidden, pathetic little Anonymous for meaning, when there is not one who can act with dignity?! Why does everything have to be carefully debated, or brought up for re-criticism, for speculative criticism, when it has already been proven to work?

    Why can't the erroneous theses of those who suffer fro...

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    Careless foreboding


      
    Shrinking itches the foolish left soul, While the age that has passed brightens again. A voice that seems innocent screams through a palpable wave of silence, to perchance be buried forever. A romantic vampire hair-bite, a sweet fruit-taste of kisses - all before and behind, the invisible follows its victims into the desolate absence of spheres.

    In the dark, in the unknown, the homo sapiens juveniles jog their thirty-two teeth. They blackmailed themselves further by their delusive emotions, when they stared into the mirror and spoke self-congratulatory hymns to their narcissistic images.

    There should be a fitting account of many, many accumulated, enriched, tiny, tiny sufferings: inarticulate, gaping movements of the mouth to regurgitate primeval instinct-titles. And though our senses may naturally blossom, even the vain, conceited boasts of the frail body, to pluck the petals of invisible roses is unlawful if the sentient soul within ...

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    THREE-TRIANGLES


      
    Just like the industrious coupe in a bazaar of give-and-take goods, objects z people-to-people social, simplified relationships are driven by interest and profit. Every momentary prosperity is a false hallucination. Morals, noble character, helpful intentions are dwindling - the roots of centuries-old trees are shrinking, because there is always a risky deal with a richer profit that takes away the livability or the oxygenated, cleaner air of the space.

    Only the ingenious can win out of backward-looking compulsions. Bargainers, powerful people, suspect their compromising decisions to be flawless. Its hair-root roots in our flesh are being chewed up faster and faster by the decomposing dross. Behind tired hopes, can honest truth still prevail?!

    The échoes of purification are becoming increasingly difficult to implement. We have the worms of alamus inside us, while the doves of loyalty drop on all alike. Only a few take advantage ...

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    Immutable form


      
    Puffing, weed-hawk gaze is neatly broken. As if all men were already casual myopic. Do we wonder that once everyone had a human face and spoke to people with accepting tolerance?

    - The casual masked gaze calls out to us with a violent, almost open hostility. It is only the casual fly, the businessman's desire, that believes that everyone can be bought who has already done so, in order to sell himself once and for all.

    Attention and avid curiosity seem to be superstitiously playing people's cards. As if, deep down in the soul, someone is consciously pressing a secret button to see who will be the lucky chosen one.

    With a sense of gold, the dream can stab our members at any time. From our misguided handshakes to formal gestures labelled as meaningless, our communication can regularly scar us while we suffer injuries.

    What a pathetic, wasteful age of interest and insidious, petty acquaintances. Into seem-securi...

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    On the doorstep


      
    The Ending Time has been chasing me lately. First it tore out my tangled, constantly panting hair follicles in knots, then it burnt the fields of my lush fur to a sterile parlague. My years are stacked like rings in the trunks of trees, like rings of a Skafander in the desolate and homeless cosmic dark. Scattered are intimate, friendly societies, human-centered texts. I tried to find meaning and purpose in the fact that after so many gallows and gallows-trials I am still alive and well.

    Happiness, the petty lack of routine, still lurches on the doorstep: 'loves, loves not' - its romantic mysteries would be so good to unravel. Balsam-scented, precious eyes, brown and shining. - Behind every cracked mirror is another yawning, grotesque-faced Janus.

    Nodding secretly, I hope one day my deserved happiness will find its way to me.

    Parting parting words, winking glances softened into memories, I wonder where they were when t...

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    Unacceptable absurdity


      
    All those who have been are dying, one after another: colleagues, romantic loves, and the happy memories of old friendships - the fear of the fierce uncertainty of the horrible tomorrows, wrapped in expectation, makes everyone suspicious.

    Our world, like a misunderstood, uninhabitable Nineveh apocalypse, hangs by severable threads; a wilfully failed attempt at hopeful survival. Wasted, expendable lives are doomed to a swift demise - day after month, perhaps a grave decade, until a lasting and reliable cure and era greets Calvary's Calvary humanity.

    The wild virtuoso dance of endlessly exhausted bundles of strands grinds and grinds the whole of Being faster than the encrypted alchemy of molecules and cells.

    The biological code is still a long way off, which could provide us with a clue to the nature of pathogens. From the cracked March mirror-ice, the sky drops melancholy, frozen pearls of truth. The distant space cherishe...

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    BUTCHERED PREY-AGE


     
    Every plague-stricken second, a star that wants to shine dies and dies again. The ash-dust of falling comets signals the approach of the end of the world for this terrible, terrible age. Men reduced to beasts have all gone wild.

    The vengeful fists of vengeful fists are rattling, and the murdering death is raging. In microcosms of cellular molecules, defensive bloodlines, immune bastions are destroyed. Those who once proclaimed their health nimbus in sun-tanned southern glory are now mummies wrapped in deathly sheets, mere old men.

    The desperate echoes of inhuman agony reach us daily. The media channels broadcast unbearable, unfortunate war conditions in the space and in a whole series of deserted Nineveh cities. Pressed together, trembling, the thin patients, condemned to their mortality, tremble; in each one's lethargic gaze another derailed plea is lost.

    Life or Death?! For that was all that could remain. In a motionless, glo...

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    Translated for tomorrow


     
    Who else can paint the crumbling walls of my tomorrows in barren rainbow colours?! In place of the cloud giants on my sinking, dented skies, when can One-eyed sunshine smile again? When will my creaking stick-words of Sehonna be listened to, and understand what it means to survive or let live?!

    What lady I look upon, let me not see a grimace of grimace, but a crocodile's face of relief. In the pale moonlit court of lantern-lights should be gathered round the faithful witnesses, like modern-day heralds.

    They point at my heart and demand an account of my every wandering minute. I wonder what strange secrets I might know?   They'd use me as a festering leech, so that I'd be a sham, a cheat, a liar, till my sickly throat was dry.

    The face of a child-eyed sweetheart would smile at me from my distant future, and a thousand times I curse the day she did not sit by me. Now my thirty-seventh prodigal year clatters like a vu...

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    Inter-play


     
    The Earth has become a small room-globe. A small room has become a small world. After the hypocritical adventures of the daily harangued, preached and haranguing hypocrites, we should live here as humans, not as animals.
    The promising badge of understanding and a sober handshake no longer counts if the active, free-thinking mind and the workshop-smelling, alamusian creativity are left to itself minute by minute.

    All submission is forbidden to such petty man-gods, whose only aim is conceited milk-power. Wise memory is not wise at all. What was a frivolous colony, a throwaway, a shabby little trifle, is now eaten up by rust.

    And yet, if we all wanted to do it at the same time, we could find out all the astonishing, sordid arguments, or admit responsibility as a heavy burden. Tiny larvae-bugs swarm and swarm in grass-land. Everyone understands this. Most self-deluding, self-deluding, rather scaremongering Guliveres are deliberately eleva...

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    Naive-consciousness

     

    I know it well: the hypocritical crowd of people with Janus' mouths and money laughs, but you will understand everything, if I confess to you my difficulties, which I have to describe, as an honest and cowardly person. If you could see that literature has become a great affair of my heart, and the creative consciousness that greedily foams my days in it, you would understand and stroke me again with your swan-hands.

    If you could see how much forced diligence I often protect and protect the marbles of my stubborn face from the searching eyes lurking at the end points of my exhaustion, they would already flow into abundant streams, and if, because of you, conscious helplessness would threaten my secure livelihood - I would go with you perhaps forever!

    For believe me, there is a spiritual pain that my childish vulnerability, my naive, gullible misfortune cannot endure. And even now the muffled voice of many rings in my ears: "You were a cow...

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    Who will then you live!


     
    When man, this now still insidious gambler, has thrown away and sunk his valuable, lasting things - to say what: true, good, honest - he will stare hesitantly and in bewilderment at our books, which also carry knowledge of morality and beauty, as worthless, leaky pots, like a misguided, manipulated idiot, while the lost memory is dying.

    There may yet be some who will turn to good account the thought-provoking testimonies of fiction; when the ancients of the mind are also anchored with useful, creative spirits! - Will there still be vulnerable human minds in the distant future, which is still in its infancy, in our infancy, in our infancy?!

    And will this feeble, mediocre man ever understand that he is obliged to keep and guard within himself, as a sign of stigma, the human law: the great Humanity, which never asks in self-sacrifice - but gives?! And will the sentimental and sacred trust of the common evening stories remain? From where can we ...

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    No hope left

     

    With every ticking clock, the constricted space is shrinking. The holy, emaciated burden of our years grows weary, softening in the sediments of a much-weary body. Broken to pieces, the wounded heart circulates bitterly for its perceived and real sins - handshakes in loyal, reverent grasps of a message of forgiveness that is human precisely because it is universal. There is no pity for useless, slowed hands.

    The big sand-time always cuts out the harmful intentions, the swampy, creeping marshland views stuck on the surface. In gloom eyes and instincts are sharpened. As one lost in the dark, and cannot easily find his way out. They lie on each other like snakeskins cast off: envy, hypocrisy, feigned anger - the trail of difficult escapes from the labyrinth of self-locked doors.

    Perhaps there will always remain a cold love, a premature, lingering death-consciousness. Suicide, or nearly so, is devious, flattened in the mélange of silence, whic...

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    Care in this age


     
    In the modern-day throng of gigolos and performance poseurs, this vile crowd of people still keeps awake what I try to forget, and shares the intoxicating din of the loud chorus. Morality, morality, a realistic awareness of the difficulty of giving what other Western European countries have equal, is obvious.

    The creative-avant-garde brain of free-thinkers is in a disillusioned, nonsensical, grotesque world that is repeatedly crawling and toppling over itself. Their wild-sensuous word-play simultaneously destroys and creates tongue-destroying apocalypses, with the torsion of pests.

    In the deep-seated, filthy masses of societies, whoever praises and wishes to enjoy this justly infamous age, wills to wallow with will.- Hence it is that I cast my judging fury unmercifully on those who preached like priests of a better world, and yet everything remains as it was.

    Snarling, a camp of insidiously petty snake-tongued camps head for their ...

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    Last year's summary


     
    I'll speak up, if I have to. I grumble and complain. Hátha erst einmal majd deservelel a word, the likes of me can also and shy away in this false, nonsense age of the creduling digression, passed responsibility.

    My disadvantage, - however I scrabble -, each time it snarls back at me like a wolf, unmoving guarding me, like a steel prison-basket of my pathological inferiority. - Behold, this great cup-bearing dare-devil and rabble-rouser has become a whole society of men. Where once it should have been learned to thrive, now the infected party of debauched orgies has degenerated into a simple-minded self-indulgence.

    My money is not enough for dreams, but tomorrow it won't be enough for food. When I listen to holiday-party rants on screens I feel like a traitor. I'd spit on my pride with a calm heart

    So long as you're in there partying, juggling, enjoying the temporary, transient life - blurred paint smears on ...

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    THE FEW I QUESTION


     
    What comes next will be a petrified, stoic silence in barrel-smelling, shantytowns. Aggressive hatred, bursting envy enacted by growing octopus arm electromagnet. In the depths of the brainwashed-minds, a single law overwhelms everything: relentless trample, squeeze everything no longer humanity, empathy-tolerance can no longer remain clear, natural - no longer can be a gracious, sacred gift.

    What has already happened can only be justified by one more proverb: the asceticism of which the mud-landed nobody-mindedness of the giver is like a drunkard - the age when eyes can find a real, more harmonious love seems more and more unreal. When mouths romance with the All. When hearts that hesitantly professed love were beating and falling in love.

    With stone smiles and Janus-faces on faces where faithful words would still have value and credence - the shameless mask of made-up masks is withering away. Through the walls of inner retinas the arhythm ...

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    HORDES


     
    Hatred, a chattering tangle on the cube, like a heart drawing of an emotionless, fancy-masked diva, a chirpy naïf, or a transfixed dealer-maiden in the festive, cruising-lights-posh-masse flow between bullet-riddled house walls.

    Soundless beats, raw transitions in a single voice. A timeless, party-going, partying season. Enclosed in habits, cheap, petty trends, new enyves-grabbing daredevils slide in front of the city without a break. A heavy, Spacesiut-wearing world is now lost in the doom-smelling sticky muck where everyone is an accomplice or a traitor.

    Noise, clamour, the intimate violation of silences is heard again. On the crypt-grass of indivisible, indivisible faces, as the give-and-take hysteria of noisy markets always floats only profit, and on my face instead of the stabbing cold rain snowflakes that always fall at undignified intervals among the hell of many a sycophant - Up and up willows, by fancy flashing lights, the hell...

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    Trying-light

     

    I am wandering in my room under my bookshelf. This castaway posture is the best guardian of my humanity. This immobile, thirty-something situation faithfully preserves my vanished, sinking self, who, with his face clinging to piles of paper and digital stacks in the universality of cultures, could still feel and hear from this interest-dictated masquerade the kind of feelings that only the soul-seeing can sense, honest messengers can understand, and who could hear from his own little self-confident self a yearning for difference that would at once warn and admonish all who could ever remain human.

    This sitting, consciously still movement touches me with the reckoning of my puppyhood, a self-nurturing holy consolation - it raises my creative hand before my creative, performance thoughts and is able to make me believe, without any pretension, that no one can trample the oscoli of my texts any more.

    - I sit still in the shadow of my bookshelf. The s...

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    ELITE-SIGNS

     

    Why so many empty, rainy, bumpy winters again? My cranky brain cells are still cherishing the formulas of certain answers before the irrefutable truth finally breaks out.

    Winter's ether has ploughed bitter furrows into the palpable symmetries of the face. Wild, calculating, desperate sobs reign over the calvary of forlorn minutes.

    Sooner or later, we may all emerge from the cesspools of the underpasses that once held the secret chambers of our souls. The days, like fatal creatures stupefied and dismembered, fall on and on into the echoes of themselves. As if no longer capable of creating a sense of wholeness.

    Beyond the prison walls of Existence, there could be no one left to count the surviving and trapped signs of life, to feel something of what was given.The paralysed grimace of the dead cough still hovers, dances in the grimaces of lemon-acid faces: suspicious, no doubt of the rage.

    In the penetrating mysteries of the ...

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    Migration of bodies


     
    A curdled, rotten blood clot in a perforated heart, if it is preparing for a love union, like pasta or overripe sourdough. She who will give of her self a gift, while the other receives With hesitant, panting trembling, she will feel Secrets revealing pasts.

    And he whose prodigal, sacred time can no more ache, For he has parted with her and with Nothing, and then willingly agreed to his fate, - His alien body too serves as home-shelter anew. He and she feel their sighing instincts when the budding rose-flower of their bodies opens to the tune of redemptive intoxication. Deep breathing, Edenic journeys begin and end at every possible juncture.

    Together they are like an arrow and a bow that can only interact and ally together. Out of a fed-up, amorous turmoil, the clairvoyance of their clairvoyance becomes decisive.

    Together they cling to the quivering instincts of the All, while their rings of years tremble with them. The common lab...

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    Intentional blindness

     

    We should now tighten the gauntlet of marcona, thundering courage. All of us, like the blindfolded blind, are deliberately stuck in the gaping gloom.

    Who would work in the pissy dawn of day, can't the unfortunate - God forbid - reach the meagre farthing for a pittance. Treading, among crawling roots, among underworldly terrors. On us every petty, telltale movement is now tightened.

    And so the community called civilized, sluggishly dull and stagnant. Our lives, if we hang in the swamp of indifference in the air of tesped uncertainty as unworthy victims, hanging silently until the next tweaked relief.

    Yet we feel our yarrow-life bliss among the hidden career beds, camouflaged ceda-romantics - making us Ariadne's thread of Existence the thudding beats of our hesitant hearts.

    The greed for money demands our clarity, ever more violently. We might as well dream the American dream if we could - let us not yet stake our only l...

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    Free-looting


     
    Executioner Time is still on hold. And like a voracious scavenger, circling on high - devouring the poisoned bulgarian Jelen. The useless chattering, the senseless running amok-glittering. Even the eternal, romantic moments are no longer for us to understand with whom we must bear, if we would have our common purpose?

    We are permeated, like the sticky, viscous secretion of a slime that oozes its ugliness, by the bribe. We have little chance, if we had any, nowadays, and fewer and fewer people understand the science of free delay.

    In many places, intoxicated happiness is scaled like silver icing sugar. It can be safely rubbed on two fingers - we wander miserably like the minute-men of the world. The new search for Existence, like a hope lost, is always diminished or thwarted in the prison-cage of everyday life.

    Nesting in their nests, everyone can now listen to what the little people's so-called consciences mutter inside: sensel...

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    Secret speech

     

    I feel for the homeless, little orphaned anguished one. Abandoned, shipwrecked, abandoned to the branches of loneliness, a little child, cut off, a little child with a bell. I can feel the old nota again!" they say. I feel the unworthy childhood injuries, the failures of the maltreated, how unjust and unworthy must have been all the way from primary school to university.

    I feel it in my bones, the loyal subservient idiots who think in a brainwashed system of ideas, the self-poisoned, hesitantly balancing themselves. And I can feel the idyll-fueled, trash-trash, filth-words as they bury the needlessly prematurely departed.

    In my dreams I feel the Satan-dog of nightmares-haunting. Saw-toothed flesh-scratching, wild-tackling, rabid frenzy - like a rooting synonym for total madness. The half-wits or the insane, wielding Morse code, can only smile at themselves.

    And I can sense the stigma, the vulnerability of my own. Today, even those ...

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    Still not an easy lesson

     

    Because it is necessary and essential that someone always speaks up. Whether it's about sermons, discrimination or spending, personal rights or morning lattes. It would be nice to be able to complacently heap it on the peaceful end-of-summer beach sand.

    To stroke the slightly stubbled, lovable fur of the next day, even after thirty years or so, of an orphaned child. The sound of feasible plans written on staircases should be treated independently.

    To listen with dignity to the golden sirens of street-corner begging, mouldy-smelling castaways, and not to behave like human beings in arm-arms instead of snarling fist-bumps. - Because someone always has to speak up. The mental consciousness as an instinctive reaction, not because of the deeper reasoning of the preacher's brainwashed speech, or the radical corruption of Being nowadays.

    The bragging wounds, some say, that even Time cannot heal. The pale will to not trample the ant or ...

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    Humanity?


     
    Empathy-tolerance within ourselves. Nice speech nobly subversive sermons are all too little for the graffiti preachers of this century. Our days are swarming, like the million-year-old volcano that slumbers for the last time before eruptions, and while party queens flash their drunken self-consciousness in the latest fashions - the glorious company of lobbyists misses out on winning bids: the present gallant, helpless world can only hurt and gripe - tabloid media broadcasting sensationalist deceptions, spouting and screaming brainwashed propaganda.

    But it is in vain to make education impossible when self-educated people have survived. A million times more conquering stubbornness, protesting resistance, than shrunken submission. An age of wrangling litigation rather than false submission. No longer to bow and scrape to Rolex-watching nobodies or kiss ass in front of canary-voiced titters.

    We must oppose this inglorious, grotesque century, whi...

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    Dreams built up

     

      What foolish dog-show has this absurd nonsense world become? Their cowardice is like a murdering knife - it cuts into bone. What parade of nightmares is this? What kind of a brain-shriveled machine of instantly emerging lying propaganda images, sputtering and sputtering sinlessly day in and day out?

    The exaggerated make-up of crypt-faces tattoos their wearers into prostitutes, prize-winning breeding mothers, chirping wax dolls. Who are the people of yesteryear and who are the soul-wrecks?! - Have you worked, suffered, endured to thrive or just to survive?!

    Have you long since weighed yourself, which is the world, and which the traces of unfaithful handshakes and promises? Dumbly nodding heads, like hard-working Get Up Jancsik, idly loiter while the posters above reap the millions in interest.

    Beware of those who might still have some honour left. They are not the ones who become traitors, who toiled and toiled for pitiful wages -...

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    Remonstrance


     
    Today, I'm being woken up for the umpteenth time. Who would have thought long ago that there would be a time when it would be better to hide or to rest like moles under the ground. To disappear like a wild trail, whimsical and sudden, and to fold myself under without a sound. Already I deceive myself, I deceive myself, while I endure this relentless, greedy agony driven on by a lucrative career bed, a race for validation.

    The softening man, outcast, weeping, still looks back at me, suddenly searching for his place, his self. The old cancerous bottom of crying spasms shakes out of me pain, self-destructive anguish, self-devouring mood. I look through life as one who no longer cares what the moderns or the greats think of him!

    I am bound here in exile, which is left to me as a desolation, and in my heart could not be a refuge of wise peace. - The wandering stairs, like manacles, hold me in, and will not let me go. Arrogant, pitch-born, mon...

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    INSIDE BREAKDOWN

     

    I'm still trying to get my wrestling courage down. Let's see! How much more am I worth?! Now on me the ugly Being is sharpening its teeth, its vivid scalpels - how much more can it bear? Now my fear and terror are still strong upon me. With its true pearl-balls, interrogating, trapping, and playfully sending one and all.

    A game so holy, so cruel! What is all this for? I am gradually losing my deserved happiness, a rare moment of joy. The sweet smell of celebration slips from the intimate silence that no one could stay by my side. For they've all died, passed on, or just left the stage of Existence.

    A sour cheerfulness - not so much -, my winter season with melancholy, infected with depression. In body and soul I have already gathered as much fatal pain as the volcanic Sunbeams, glowing in the sand dunes, threatening to explode. The future's unconsciousness makes him occasionally half-witted, selfish, unhappy to the core.

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    ACRID-GAME


     

    Stake me! Yell at my big-head. Run bravely to your doom, - what they do nowadays cannot be argument enough, complaint cannot bear, even if the old, degenerate democracy must be given time. It binds man in fetters, like a wolf to a wolf, a bargained prostitute to a pimp - with a vigilant traitorous consciousness, mixed with a treacherous persistence, which ripens constant, petty cat-and-mouse warfare, and therefore the imagined, dreamed future is always uncertain, and sufficiently fallible.

    It absorbs all the false feelings slathered in a smear of sincerity, devours all the hyena-mosquito, killer-orc, narrow business lines: guns and daggers that always only take money for services - boasting of new career promises and perhaps therefore more horrible, more likely to kill than if it did so itself.

    Those who, as loyal servants, end up as collateral losers, as cogs to be gnawed on. And he who is smuggled out as a living corpse from the grindin...

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    Discouraging underdevelopment

     

    How many times have I played the role of Being.
    Not beating with no man's heart, thundering,
    holy excitement - rather with a stifling, nameless vulgarity,
    as one who in dignity looks on and waits for Death.
    I chuckled in my own whimsical, childish purity.
    His reaper fingers were snow-stained.

    Lying on the hospital bed, I suppose,
    ...tied up like a hunted animal, my time had not yet come,
    for it was only later that I would be tempted to suicide.
    I was a small, faithless man
    Can now no more return from hence,
    - those who will follow me on the long journey cannot yet be prepared
    To honour themselves and now,
    like blind men stumbling in their helpless lethargy.

    I am daily spilling out some treasure-like, irreplaceable spark of happiness.
    Someone steals it, uses it or crushes it.
    to make use of a refutable idea:
    my eyes, accustomed to letters, ...

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    OVER-WINTERING


     
    Visible. The fog is rolling in.
    The wide, lonely skies of dawn are drenched in milky masses, like feathers on a feather.
    Black, bone-handled daggers stand like daggers in the shivering trees before advent.
    On the throats of the mountains, like so many melted
    swan-white snow-white snowflakes
    The desolate frost, chilling, strange drizzle.

    Love-flame burnt in bleeding rays, happiness weeps and trembles.
    With frozen wings the living still struggles, hopelessly wavering.
    - Out there the angel-scented snow turns to dirt.
    The solemn, noble silence is broken by the ominous exegesis of the envious.
    The twilight, fearful, waves no more to the landscape.

    Once more a sickly wreck, down below, who wishes to live and limps on.
    For he is grown great again, and the world's care is his own.
    They tear and tear at each other, the howling marchers
    and vulture-like they stran...

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    BLASTED OBSCURITY


     
     

    Secretly a bit of a new guilty conscience again; I've outlived myself by another messy year. I've been a bit of a cheat and a traitor, and even a shipwrecked Robinson, if I look within myself, because I had to play chess with happiness in secret so that no one would see my tears.

    From my grotesque age my idyllic youth is nowhere to be found. I've squandered my better hopes of what the future might hold. - What to some may be tragicomedy To the likes of me may be merit. I'm not ashamed to have lived as I did, as Damocles' fate despised me. I was a bachelor beggar who had yet to win a pitying glance or pity - not enough.

    Proud, rathar perc-men spin all fortune's mill-wheels for their own profit. The haunted moonlit night, strewn with mist, still shines on me with the blast of an orb. The barns have all gone to bed. The port-oases of my childhood are now broken up and forced into exile by calculating com...

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    Unbiased probability


     
    In the terrifying wilderness of our earthly destiny, two people can hardly impose order on romance. The bushes of venomous gorillas and insidious creepers strictly adhere to the precise geometric rules of healthy coexistence. Only muscular, athletic, hardened secretan-colossuses, their chirping canary counterparts, can form relationships and win everlasting loves.

    And anyone who breaks through the indifference of bull-headed trendiness is instantly crucified. They walk like stealthy assassins in society, strictly attending to a healthy social order as Nietzsche once wanted. They decorate their hard floors with shards of glass to make the stigma-steps of pain more comfortable.

    Day by day, the mock plan is worn away by the pre-engineered, the planned. They can be tweaked to fit the graph with accurate but lying sets of numbers. Perhaps one day they will understand that they should exist, act and try to be happy in an independent way, in a way ...

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    Predictable psychology


     
    Who would have thought that in just a few decades, this current generation would be dog-eared? Who could have imagined that empathy and morality would be consigned to the mists of the past, giving way to a brain-shrinking, jerky intellect? The present age is a lie-men's paradise drizzled with pink syrup.

    For a single minute we have leapt millennia from the world of chivalric virtues to the land of the debonair, where everyone is now fucking everyone else. - I feel my staggering, limping footsteps stumble and falter here. - Here I seldom, if ever, see a scholarly intellectual clinging to reason. In grown-up eyes, petty flirtation has become a fashion, a greater profit.

    Centuries have come and gone, and even now the problem is still the same: to build relationships in a bumpy ferry-land is a waste of time. What is valuable and noble is reduced to a decaying pile of rubble. Subordinates and bosses work to cheat each other. Even love, once i...

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    Frog-Soiree

     

    This current clumsy, late frog-fool is brekking unconsciously roaring vocabulary. Diva ostriches deliberately cover their ears and a more exotic blackbird buries its head in the ground. The brainwashed frogs croak in choruses, bewildered. I have heard them many times: they wanted to protest, but with conditions. They wept and laughed with great, rhyming arias; that it would be good to live in our little home again, and prosper in the corrupt land of tomorrow.

    I felt sorry for myself when I had to prove my man-rule among beastly bastards, - now fear reigns in this frog-land. Long days are rising again, through the veil of heart-breaking nights, when I should feel again that all remaining possibilities are lost, I see less and less a hand of protection.

    Now prophets and judging angels are mixed in silence. For a while only ants came marching with their word-cards; I have sacrificed my adult years early enough. - How many questions were asked then a...

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    Sceptical optimism


     
    I am slowly abandoned by my youthful dreams of heroic masculinity: scripts and composed scripts for plays. Slowly, the prison cages of the initial dementia click like a tightened loop on the gears of my mind. Where are the memories of sacred loves, when the immortal power of love could be conveyed at a glance?!

    Perhaps it is only in me that the flickering, the ever-digesting, slowly fading, they too are leaving me, the friends who once fought for me, and understood that I was born vulnerable, even as a coward. - The physical signs of ageing are gradually taking control of the molecular structure of my mind and body. Nervous storms of emotion and mood greet me, like unexpected guests again.

    There can be no more peace of mind, no more happiness that can take root and not be tempted daily by the Cerberus dogs of depression. The dripped wax-light of romance is but playing with me. Gradually my vision fades, the initial, cherished union fades, an...

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    MODERN INTRIGUES  


     
    Its star is a deprived orphan, a sneaky light in the treacherous night. One by one, the many stolen stars, the world-creating moon-shell should be put back - I admit: There is no need for the new, postmodern, and perhaps there can be no need for it. I cannot be needed with my selfish, stubborn pessimism, my praiseworthy, prophetic judgements - the silly hissy fit of popular, dumbed-down dissonances, of self-serving, self-promoting whoremongers and fifties will do just fine.

    For it does not offer a reckoning-thought to the shabby present, nor does it ask questions with stoic solitude towards the future. Even the despairing, shipwrecked soothsaying of the Soul is understood by few on purpose. Now the trend is dictated by fake, hypocritical witnesses and bribable schemers, and if public life and the media need giggling idiots and wild-eyed idiots, they will get them. All these old-fashioned creeds about prosperity are just pity nursemaids. I'm not in...

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    REFIDENTIAL WRITING

     

    I am constantly asking myself questions.
    Am I really the one being singled out for judgmental revenge,
    That with shipwrecked men unknown,
    to share a common fate of Destiny?
    It's hardly a romantic time to be out for a trip.
    proclaiming stomach ache, limbs grinding to bone
    Endless no nasty rain drumming furiously outside.

    Already the honeyed joy of a proud future has passed me by.
    Turncoat preachers for a grateful pile of words
    continue to poison the legacies of cultures daily.
    That two times two is often five, not four.
    The earth's withered-drying line of swelling man
    Can't earn enough money in his yoke.
    Taxes or overheads will rob him as well as any greedy usurer.

    What could I have wanted all these years?
    My memories are shattered like broken glass
    and my crying childish self is a fool,
    The confused speeches of a dream.
    - Me...

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    PALPABLE CONSCIOUSNESS

    Unbelievable,
    surprise with fingers
    gambling with a game
    of dodgeball hesitantly,
    half shy babusagging
    With Joconda's hair. 
    Into Wonderland
    fell a round us
    a wounded
    sunset bleeding lips,

    crimson-grated disc-cracking:
    atomic explosions before
    dominant fatal moments
    were, now all
    one by one
    to ashes degraded to ashes, in a haze
    faded into the mist!
    Restless
    our fingers each other
    pulse of our pulse
    throbbing our skin
    under our skin:


    devoured us
    a diligent
    blood-oxygen particles
    dancing molecules!
    How, that
    it could have happened,
    that rocked
    in them a
    the immortal, everything
    translucent application:
    "Very
    I would love you,
    if
    my support my happiness my sorrow
    in my doubts!"
    -

    Cold,

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    Concerns


     
    It would have been nice to travel far on the ship that conquered the Universe.
    To feel and know earth-shattering,
    With soul-changing music May my beloved be with me, to make me rejoice
    And share my sorrow,
    And feel how my sorrowing heart should ring for her.

    The silent change of seasons warns me, and is ever on the watch:
    I must prepare for the real. On the gloomy veil of restless nights the pendulum,
    I am often awakened to the death-clacking minutes.
    As one whose grave and now unpardonable transgression,
    of coward and man in all ages stuck.

    The world must be long accustomed to the petty,
    and it may seem that something will never change:
    The man that would be friends or acquainted is beaten to a pulp.
    His soul, eager to be mischievous
    Is always feeling its loss, and bears with its passing.

    The initiative of the avant-garde, the artists of the form, ...

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    Trend-walking

     

    Already melting like wax, the party queens of V.I.P.-scented luxury lives with their brain-botoxed, glued-together faces are melting apart. Here and there, no honest-to-goodness gaze can miss the exaggerated ass-grease-restored twilight, the lip-smacking fish-lips of their pleas, occasionally, if their attention is drawn, to save animals or humanity without ever knowing what they are talking about.

    They gorge on indigestible sushi and Caesar salad by the sackful, because their bicep-bulging personal trainers in their telesmith diets have conveniently convinced them that it is preferable to flash the garlic popsie than the tank-cuff. In a sea of hair and skin, they will conquer any individually planned party where sex and sexual instinct rule instead of reason.

    They curtsy in coercive situations, reduced to each other's palace-maids, hoping only that in return for their free services in kind, a kindly Someone will not be in debt and will take ...

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    CUT UMBILICAL CORD


     

    I sought my refuge so convulsively. I was tired of the leak that left me alone and tormented me. Like a volcano in my glowing no-man's-land, judgement and words boiled. I am still alive, though my days are gradually ruined and damaged by fear of the future and monotony. Like the colour-blind man, who seldom sees a woman's sweet lips, or a wavy rainbow of variegated colours, must balance my will on needle-ropes, and in my buried heart I would rather ask memories and thoughts to give way to the deeper context of manhood!

    V.I.P.- falls, Don Perinon, a gang of scheming colonel-readers, deceived, flash their fangs, envy and malice at once, if it takes to turn five minutes of visibility into a national fame, to cover almost all the earthly, ischamous Styx with its hordes.

    It is often better to cling to no tears than to no endless chains of broken promises. My slipping shadow may stay but by my side, As my only faithful betrayer, Who onl...

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    Constraints


     
    It's no longer the arrival that worries me, but the homesickness of getting on the road. The certainty of a good decision, hidden away for years, that starting something was still easier and more comfortable than leaving my things aside. Even so, there was no lack of complaints in the stumbles and failures of stumbles: they will get back on their feet and be solved again.

    The need for completeness will hardly be truncated any longer, at most it will be a little more nuanced and complex. - Many times I would have preferred to cry: enough! - Let all those who still have a human spark left in them and have not given their heads to evil doings apologise! What was the use, then, of bribed hypocrisy, of spiked criticism of public humiliations? Instead of the soaring flights of private mirth, all would have been well in the consolation of all!

    The arrowing, wounded pain of common injuries can never be forgotten once too often. A rare parade of ...

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    Swan cry


     
    The insatiable wound of the stupefying nights is leaking fast from many places as the cawing song of crows begins to rhythm; the season of rages and compromises has come, when it was better to become a pimp and a pimp's pimp, and if necessary to complain: to a friend, a relative or a good friend. The scapegoat-witness stubbornly lurked in their shameful shame: everyone with a reputation is both a traitor and a traitor.

    Although the insurmountable shame can encircle everyone, it has never been or will never be a cancer. It is not that the great heaviness is not relieved, for reason has long since been removed from it. The corrupt-seeing has often stumbled into the unworldly whys of what has happened. Even so, our sins are lost in order. The elongated volume between two hearts is still free to bleed, for it cannot be bound by an oath of fidelity.

    Prostitution-happiness, or cowardly drink-avoidance, is the long-ago cross of many. Unquenchab...

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    Extinct instinct paradigms


     
    Why does the first romantic night spent together have to be rough and hungover? Why is it that the hey-hawking of the tax organs involved in love-making is so saliva-producing that it's downright disgusting?! In orgies of pent-up urges, why did the ecstasy of the Universe feel unbearable? Can we survive ourselves in two bodies united in a fused unity? Do we not change, like butterflies in a cocoon of silk, so that the only sign of all fulfilled joy may be Executioner-Death?!

    Two androgynous souls lay in solemn exaltation side by side, And imagined this the order of the Worlds, which was ordained from all eternity. We may often be known to grope in the nest of our sure present as if we were in a crater-deep mine for precious stones. The gentler contours of our femininity tend to be forgotten from time to time, so that our vestigial animal instincts, swept under the carpet, can come to the fore.

    The star-storm of the Cosmos outside clears ...

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    Intimate togetherness

     

    My heart is hammering there in terror; like a sneaky, alamusian little worm the ghost of a heart attack. The unnatural ending of Being, sudden Death. Long since seen better days, the shipwrecked ki I'm circling back and forth, hunting for itself an old familiar wave of molecules pumping in and out of enriched cell bodies, and perhaps even daring to hope to solve the problem with a wave of the hand.

    All cardiovascular shock or modern-trendy physiotherapy was considered invalid and untrue. Time-outs in front of the loser cannot be deliberately extended. Like a punctured artery, or one about to blow itself up, I was forced to lie, to waste away on the prison floor of my room.

    My body a runny mass of fat, double encased in floating rubber bands. I resigned myself to doing fifty sit-ups a day, secretly hoping that perhaps all my wasted effort had not been in vain. I was already blowing the medical whistle: hypochondriacism can have plenty of degen...

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    Fallen youth


     
     
    Once upon a time the beautifully curved cherry-mouth: twilight's immortal smile 
    Delicate and breakable china teeth, Praised the endlessness of time! - Once, like a pimpled buffoon, I too, with a serene eye, guarded the buds of my youth: two The freckled fungus, the squinting eye-bug, the looping in a ring of fangs, muscles bound in chains: many a jealous fang snarled at me, "Thou little worm, what are you trying to colonize me with?" - Cupid's chubby Cupid, and Tartuffe's winding Tartuffe, among the creaking boards of the schoolroom: 
     
    and they'll still be there when I'm gone: 
    Their selfless charms, their underlying touch, timeless, They rise in every vulnerable heart's shell: In the labyrinths of reason and instinct, In the depths of rooms and 
    Shaken by ancient instinct, only by them the True-self of the fallible man Shows itself, the sincere and uns...

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    Without you everything is different


     
     
    In your narrow almond-shaped arc you carried your cruel impulses: what what have I done?! Now tell me! - Tell me, with murderous confidence, the straining sparks of conscience! - No doubt, while thy angel-eye could not adopt as mother thy feral silence of loneliness. In my heart, too, happiness seemed to perish, And my clownish smile could be but a disguise. 
    Gloria, with her merciful majesty, kept me from suicide: My hopeless despondency at last to overcome, 
     
    But the showers of showers would not let me: they stayed and grew And the mixture of my own eager and selfish self-pity, And I dared with increasing difficulty to believe that thy balmy, balmy laughter was ever a remedy for my broken wounds. It would have begun with you: My calm and warlike My harmony with peace! 
     
    Into my dark pessimistic soul you would have secretly and unconsciously your unselfish and ever ready to help pricel...

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    Cosmos Nebulae 

     
     
     
    I would, if I could, move into the last cosmic nebula of man and star, Into cultivable gazes: there, perhaps, is not the gambler Adonis, and the gambler's cardsharp the winner! 

    The brightness that gazes at me from the all-goodness of your eyes would shine before me like a halo, and the cheap toil of everyday life would pass through my anxiety-strangled conscience as a defeatable omen, and your eyes would be a Yes, a medal of sincerity, a truth. Not only broken moments would proclaim The bitter order of broken misfortune: Thy scorns, thy slanders I would bear no more, No more, especially not the uncompromising humility! - I could be love's immortal exile, And build a caring palace of crocodiles' tears! 
     
    It was foolish of me to think that two lonely hearts would meet, and, like Phaon, with the Kharübdis of rocks, wolf-eyed, if I had not been so afraid, from the cliff-hangings of mounta...

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    Caught in the crossfire 


     
     
    Among many individuals I still remember this, alas, The scrawny Red, who, with the skill of an assassin, threatened and harassed me daily, and clung to men like disgusting little leeches, and against his raging, vengeful fists there was no help or escape. 
     
    In the middle of the nineties, I had not yet grown out of childhood, and I was already scurrying and fleeing in the hope of possible tomorrows that might bring peace and mercy! - And not letting go of the ring of revenge and revenge, they beat me like a swollen, fat punching bag, - you little worm, you bastard -, they even caught me and stuck my head in the stomach of toilet canals: "Let him taste it. 
    "Let the fugitive taste the new flavours!" - Nothing else happened! Broken and destroyed was the cherished childhood I had tried so hard to preserve and protect! 
     
    Only fallen, only fallen, the sieve-snowstorm of everyda...

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    I UNDERSTAND YOUR WORDS!


     


    I have conceived your orphanhood equal to all, - Yes, - when in your fertility radiating button-eyes, in the wombs of your fetuses, your miscarried fetuses, the Bliss! And gave birth to her grief in pearl-gemmed sorrow! 
    Yes! - Then I watched with thee: And now 
     I knew, because thou told'st me, thou shouldst not have come! - Sometimes it was needless to cry to my lips the plea of consolation, "Be still, my little beetle. Thy bold words have long deceived me: the foolish fool that can be deceived! 
     
    You thought it was a dream, you thought it was a dream, you thought it would comfort me with a Delilah smile - but you were deceived by the heart-rending truth of my tears, to justify your obsessive lies, because you said yourself: "The honest, chewed Word is unbearably reasonable in time!" - In the rich pool of my tears, love has hibernated for you! 
     
    Do you...

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    Lucky bastard 


     
     
    "You're a lucky bastard, my friend!", I was told afterwards, humiliations, blue-purple wounds, life-slaps, soul-vulnerabilities: a miserable and broken youth, a terror network of the soul, a convalescence in a car accident! - 
    It's not cheap, it's a real fortune and a good refuge for the human-hearted! Let's add that a chubby teddy bear lived through this from a vulnerability 
    who could do nothing but compliment and romance in his own peculiar and cavalier way! 
     
    Showering crocodile shells from himself, until the ugly duckling, the musk-animal of life, crumbles like a porcelain elephant: the living, desperate insecurity himself, which was worthy of comfort and cuddling! I found the compliments in the starry eyes of ladies, and the One and indivisible Whole may yet remain: in the metamorphosis moments of love's fulfilled metamorphosis, the immortal emotion that remains m...

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    Mature ages 


     
     
    I never wanted to be a brave man, like a little Adonis in the army of Adonis' stanovian perfectionism; I lacked the caracan devotion and the virtue of chivalry that define the seventies, the unconditional devotion to a strong courageous consciousness and the hot excitement: adrenaline-shooting with atomic nerves! 
    In my youth I did not even dream of wisdom: this is the age of dilettante narcissism, and I have heard enough of social murderers, baby-destroying narcissists, and orator-terminators from the outside world. 
     
    And I have seen cafés that may once have seen better days. The Parnassus-worms of cultures, to sink into the devouring ashes of their ashes! - I have only 
    begged of Men a more responsible trustworthiness, but so that the pillar of morality should not perish in the wounding of the sole, - I would have sent no less than the humanity of a conscience that could be regained, an...

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    THE WORLD OF WORK

     


    It's getting further and further away from the ground of real life... 
    I am aware of my limits and my presence of mind! Sooner I'll become a pessimist, and I'll have to spend more time in front of locked doors! - Nothing is as valuable as it used to be: cheating is the new fashion, the misuse of kisses! - Objects that I have treasured up with a thought I cherish; for long I was a child and vulnerable, and slept nightmares till dawn! - I would have liked to colonize an editor's office with the whims of my thoughts 
    with the manuscripts of my thoughts! 
     
    And still the stubborn stubbornness of the immortal, solid lines I'll have it sooner or later, for the last breath of our lives has long since been passed on to our descendants by DNA microbiology - and that would be fine! - But where will and can there be a marketplace of ideas that once had better days: compasses, messages, and apocryphal O...

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    Idyll s reality 


     
     
    The will and the opportunity, if we all wanted it together, would still be lost! A 
    The man of the new postmodern age is the gigolo, the model and the wily vigilante! 
    Who explains his bribed turncoats with his job description and, if he really has to, shakes out the fake cheques from the depths of his fat wallet! "At last! You've just turned up! What do you see? She's not in her right mind, she's got a sharp tongue, so she must be a newsreader!" 
     
    I don't care what the villains splash between my eyes with their ugly talk, I'll be even silent if someone wants me, and I'm vulnerable with a child's soul! If I remember where I have not turned, And almost died in a siege of blue-purple stains, In schoolyards, on toilet bowls! 
     
    Wordlessly, yet with forced smile I have endured much; The integrity of my bones was threatened long ago By the pet...

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    Running out 


     
     
    Time: Ticking mortality! Laughs as he misses his precious minutes and if 
    does not clearly get the human existence of the laws of organization picks on its target! - It thirsts for human life all the time, the selfless biological miracle: 
    The metamorphosis of spherical delicate forms into essentially flesh and blood when it emerges. 
     
    "It will be good for little toys, for mannequins", he thought, but his mind is illiterate and can still get its primitive respite! - The fertile, clot-bound awakening of thought gave birth to premature fetuses! The price was soon paid dearly and with interest by those who wished to live! 

    And saw mortality vulnerable 
    "There will be another time, there will be another time!" - And, looking back over the millennia. 
    Again the sluggish sloth of time has triumphed: Man's frail mortality is made to drag! To de...

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    Nerve-tracking 


     
     
    There are situations when it seems that the sycophants are right about everything: Believe they have the ancient privilege of bribery and compromise!
     - And even the less fortunate, who at best can only enjoy the comfort of shelters - they laze around until ten in the morning, tanning on the paparazzi altar of the mansions! - In life, they're old men themselves!

     There are situations when it seems that the mature judgements of rules can be broken at any time and easily questioned, and the best thing is to be able to harness the howls of a proud wolf in the winter and put up a traffic barrier and obeys the rules! In such times, of course, most people are survivors, without knowing it, without knowing that they will be out of a job tomorrow! 
     
    He just scurries around for twelve hours a day to get his lunch, and he knows that times will turn! - And then he looks through the marketplace of fluctu...

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    WITH PERSONAL TICKETS


     
     
    Very close, too close to thirty. The moves, gestures, and cheap, deliberate actions set the course of adulthood! Bald hair follicles in- 
    Painted with pity by old Time: Let society see if it pity or trample him down Who walks crookedly, waddling, and ashamed of himself, and courting. Eyes unblinking, honest in their gaze 
    A child weeps, wails, and cries!
     
    "You should have started a family long ago, you rotten scoundrel!"
     - The Robinson of one's conscience goes inwards: 
    The secret haunts of unknown blood-blood-bloods, the safe homes of heart-ports, 
    He seeks ever more urgently for he cannot find his own rest! 
     
    Under the skin of heart-cups tears 
    with crocodile-water tears: 
    up and down grind the still gnashing, lonely teeth! 
    - But still above is rich in secrets, 
    Priceless gifts t...

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    What can stay? 


     
     
    After all, hopelessness, uncertainty, pessimism, a chain of pessimism, winking towards the future, finally brightening and seeing vulnerability in gap-ridden faces: Delicate beats of individual stories may tell, And that only the unshakable heart-throb prove clinging and blind faithful, The secret music of lips, the captivating telepathy of eyes, And the loud and independent flutter of amber-hair, And the chivalrous conduct of immortal romances, Only knights errant believe, after all, moral values are nowadays only on the pages of books, in a land that parties and takes stimulants to indulge its pleasures on the doomed altar of stupor, - not much pride! - It is a humiliating shame! 
     
    The intangible future may be as our past's failed 
    and yet undiscoverable will: a conscious questioning of the 
    and doubt will dazzle with its illusions the system-minded 
    intelligence: the eternal syste...

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    A PLACE OF REPENTANCE


     
     
    With myself I can only be part, trying to find the particles of the whole, 
    scattered around me at fateful moments! Humiliation of souls, 
    I began to laugh, and the nursery flowed like a finished memory. 
    But it was school that taught me most of all: To survive with fear, to survive 
    Constant alertness, against the snarling claws of industrious beasts. 
     
    And I can't even say that I'm the only one who's ever been broken. 
    Has any but me mourned the state, the cross-suffering, of the Son of Mercy? Doubt- 
    I have shivered with crocodile's droppings through those days, if I enter the halls of my dreams. 
    ...of my dreams: I must have been a child again, who once loved Turkish honey, gu- 
    and toffee, and fudge - deep down, it's just bone-crunching humiliation 
     
    Outside my spat cheek my shoe...

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    Gripping with fidelity 


     
     
    The city wakes slowly in the freezing cold, and my body is bone- 
    in the hand of my body, pain tears its ten-millimetre scars: once escaped 
    My car accident, once a disgrace: A loss of hope and bitter self-pity 
    A hopeless hope and desperate regret! Still beats and beats my stubborn, stubbornly inoculated heart: 
    Incapable of compromise and compromise! 
     
    Alas! - But yet comes the hyena-throated fury, and my vulnerable smile in the furrows of my face 
    freezes now, but as a pale glimmer of light, the twilight of to-morrow 
    the new forgiveness of tomorrow, the tiny separate existence according to the law of the separate itself 
    yawns and stretches. 
     
    The feeding instinct, the animalized impulse, is produced by unemployment, the eternal 
    in the blood tunnels of a man who is always dissatisfied, I would like ...

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    Ruins of days 


     
     
    I am alive. A single, insignificant scream in the silence, the last 
    the last ashes that unconsciously still smolder in the ever-increasing flames to tell the 
    The truth, and art, the honest: The romance, the hopeless courtesy, 
    when there could be and were knights and knights for ladies' favours 
     
    and every step was history - and I believed that grace with angel's wings and 
    with halos, with the spell of kisses promising self-sacrificing immortality! - 
    My whimsical eccentricity, admit my all-seeing, human constellation, which two 
    watch me like two watchful comets, and watch me beneath thy blessed brow, and 
     
    and feel it now: Thy absence makes my life worthless and disgraced! - They are opened 
    The ever-creative fountains of compliments have opened in me, and I must speak for ever 
    to thee in t...

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    Honest judgment 


     
     
    There can be no more mercy around you! There is only wrath, and spite, and ruthlessness, and 
    Thou grumbleth within thyself like a lean and broken vessel: Thou wailest in thy fierce and unsparing 
    and thou wilt not spare thy chances! 
    And thou shalt not be free...The recurring questions of the prophets, with eternal immortality 
    In thy wandering skull. - It has been said, "If you do not scratch for yourself 
    who will do it for you?" 
     
    Thy humility is trampled to the ground, thy remaining treasures, Thy humanity, and thy crying 
    and thy whispering voice, like a gaping Kharübdis, shall be swallowed up by the Budaörs hills! 
    when in the luxurious mansions of the Bocce institutions, in the cold-cold cabins 
    And in the loneliness of chilling chambers, The human will will finally put thee on ice. 
    your ...

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    SIMPLE STATEMENT


     
     
    I stand in the winter. Chased stranger in a puffy teddy bear coat, looking like a Martian 
    Surprising to many! A snake and a dream squeeze my neck like a harness. What 
    poisonous plague and cold in the tunnels of my organism 
    yet ever more perpetuated? How everything falls out of my way: opportunities, pleasures. 
    The immortal moments of heaven, the infinite power of the universe: 
    The home-melody of women's sheltering laps! 
     
    And I begin to become lifeless, like a vacuum hiding in incognito and not 
    I cannot know the answers to the more important questions of human existence - for I am half-conscious of the 
    I have long since opened my dead soul, and have settled down alone like a vain and 
    against vain and conceited hypocrites, the unpardonable sin! 
     
    My love now only sends me messages from the mac...

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    Backwards readable soul

     

    I still cling to my soul-sustaining, soul-sickening, alley walls. Collapsing cellars gape beneath my feet in murderous trap-dishes, and my restless sleeplessness spills the true pearls of Destiny. With child's teeth full of mischief it would have been better to have hoped that all might be better - In the eyes of bees another dawn-myride if blossoms: the beating heart never forgets rosebuds.

    Outside, the profit-globe, scrabbling in the wind, is ever on the wane. Every honest memory is dusted with tear-drops to memory-pearls on the shores of hearts' hearts. I twist in the intersection of my four-walled room; the knife-light of the balmy moonlight lurks like a worthy murderer. Salt washes away my desires, my unconditional hope of happiness.

    With a fluttering, no-man's-land vulgarity some cover themselves, to be sensibly left out of the more worthy coordinates of truths; they are dumb, petty whores to the cheap frilly frilly bangs of mai...

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    SELF-EXPERIENCE

     

    In the complex totality of moments, even a hesitant step can carelessly trample on a moth! With fading, frightened rainbow-flower Marching richly to proud freedom! Hesitantly stumbling, the lonely silence may wound: the eye searches persistently for inscriptions carved in the wall, while the haunting moonlight's claw-rays wax and wane on the ominous veil of night! In our silences, too, we have deliberately confined The proud sighs of our eloquent words!

    In no man's land of sorrows have wreaths of thorns been woven! Wounded regrets are more easily absorbed in the depths of the Soul; the burden of accents may burst through every chiseled, spittle-flecked sentence, for it throbs and is present like a sickly contagion! Like an orphan child caught in a trick: at once I am bewildered with a frightened half-eye, and I cannot know if, if I compliment in the manner of Don Quixote's prettily, I shall be called by a pardoning angelic goodness! - I can onl...

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    MORTAL DEADLINE

     

    I cannot live long. As it was long ago and as my mother said. I may be a simple-minded, impatient one, burning himself from two candle-burners, diligently and still on the burner. No one would have thought of the immortal geometric gulas of pyramids when they were made, that they could easily survive the diligent changes of generations. Thanks to millennia of universally expandable experimentation and the unmistakable solid permanence of professional knowledge. 

    Even I may be here, and in my body a hitherto unknown disease is daily breeding; it would not be pleasant to complain. On my head I tear my remaining grass-hair like a desperate Prometheus with endless match-lighting, yet with a meek will. I have secretly planted around me the hidden telepathies of unattainable loves: there may yet be some one to comfort the child in me, to protect me, to care for me! 

    I could have been one deceptive, strange and strange hope for my blessed pare...

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    LIVES SAWED IN HALF

     

    In sawed lives, the Soul merely stutters, vegetates, hibernates - because peace exists only in expandable harmonies at all. And in the space of the murdering horde of men, the unforgettable and eternal lily-mosque of faces bravely, protectively accompanies its victims. The interests are sneaking around, the suhanc-pernahajderes, who think that advancement can be bought at any time, bravely, are making their way up the ladder of careers impossible. In their palm, which always protects and protects us, and always welcomes us like orphans, we could be opened wide as a universal demand for acceptance. 

    They herd us into meaningless, exploitable slave overtime - in the throbbing blood-pools of our veins our eternal happiness trembles in deathly confession. From our gaunt, crematorium cheeks, hardened by years through the training camp of dense calvary, banished for ever and ever the blessed smile of salvation! Our balding hairs fall sparsely into our foreh...

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    LOOKING DEEP

     

    For even now, believe me - for I know how strange and incomprehensible it is - in the depths of the soul, like in vast catacombs, great escapes and dives are raging and taking place. Alive, each moment must dissect the other, like the curious surgeon deep in interrogation staring into the lurkings of inner secrets. One should watch through the magnifying lens of a selfish, embittered soul, for the noble drops of humility are daily forced to fight their own fierce battle with intruding intruders; only success should not leave them any more shameful stains, for the witnessing bones, the inner song, protect and hide a half-weary child. 

    In their hearts, the sickening, pitiful hatred roars daily like a silent horror. Chaotic theories of insanity drive and push man forward with ever more defiant, disappointing force. They have been deceived, like the hesitantly fucking sucker, and while in the writhing molecules of the arhythmia of the closed rib cage of t...

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    FEEL FREE TO TURN INWARDS! 

     

    What do you think? Will hope still murmur on the hopeful, If it spreads its angel wings to you with a kindly photo, with a giving will? And yet, as you look at the settled, familiar faces of your friends, the well-established, rooted life of your friends, or the hesitant but hopeful steps of a blessed-hearted child, it may seem that this is an imaginary reality, a fantasy, an Edenic dream, which already exists, and if you wish it so much, with an unbreakable act of faith, you can still make it come true. 

    The garabonian passage of Time, as you well know, is still with you. An alarming, yet patient warning to the tiny regenerative, rich molecules of your organism. In the uncontrollable trembling of your keiei - for loyalties are half immortal - and kisses trembled in their sleep, there lurked the love of the Universe, always more broken. For you know: through a series of much-tempered, forced struggles, an inner soul-space is always needed, a settled, ...

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    SPLIT PARAPHRASES

     

    Stubborn compulsions exacerbate our dreams! As if crucifying our tensing desires, hoping for eternal resurrection! The echoing chords of our love-rejections are made harder and harder by our unrelenting anguish! Into every numbing cell of our being The painful supplication pierces, and in the sweet-winning nausea Of the sweet-tasting intoxication of the All-ness The immortality of the cherishing moments! - Happy interdependence is but the meringue-syrupy privilege of fairy tales; outside, there are confusions of interest and confusion, and poison-kisses are already dipping their snaking tongues in absinthe!

    To the washed noise of prodigal souls, the helplessly insecure grope, who defy the rules of survival! Behind convoluted, mysterious scenes, on the ashen exotic faces of painted divas, a helpless child orphaned, crying-strangled! Disembodied, suffocating-killing tension lurks around her flocks like a vacuum medium! Eye stars can but blink at superstitiou...

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    Open Soul Warehouse

     

    The Lady of Destiny flirted with hasty romance through glittering raven-eye-glasses. I see that a man like me doesn't give a damn about Get Up Hansel. And still he spared my unworthy head. For we were then just enough of us in the camp of the worthy, and on purple stools, who could be in the mood to watch the Caesars' foolish, snobbish triumphal procession?

    In a cheapened mass of pulsating, topical fame, He who lies down to good fortune's becomings becomes a retainer and a slave. Illusory orbs of light, glorious comet-cirades, weave backward spark-flares in a sacred marketplace of furs, high-world tulles, luxury riding-horses, where Al-Romeos, with Ceda-Julias, clamber up the ladder of deluded dreams.

    I see the decaying, worthless life promised to the new golden age. Already its seductive, cunning antennae have been stretched out like a prey-net on the unsuspecting victims of this age of excess. For their profanity, the fairy heralds ...

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    LEVENTEN-AGE


     

    Fetus dropped from brainwashed heads to the ground. A vile, lying, word-promise, which rather merely deceives, confuses and deceives all and sundry, but also eviscerates the present with punched coins.

    To stand up today with a turning mind is also foolhardy. The metaphors of sinful speech are also a seal. The wounds of forgiveness are less and less in demand. Our bones may be gnawed at any time by the crypt-dark.

    Dust-ridden Nineveh's walls of extinct moralities stumble, linger silently. Like a languishing disease, they wear ever more dubiously the secret formulas of dignity and nobility. The worms always lurk a step around us, and take a step - driven by a diligent prohibition.

    They seek a narrow escape while they enrich themselves at the expense of others, and toil at the expense of the privileged steward-businessman, the inciting scoundrel. Our burdens are stretched out by some preaching fountain-headed confessor. And the...

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    SICK-BED


     


    And now, like the lying dead, a patient waiting for an operation, killed by his own body - I lie on my bed with a fever of forty degrees, choking on a cough syringe.
    Where are you, my dear, that you no longer care for me?! Good mother, you promised me when I was a pumpkin that you would always be by my side to look after me! In vain! When you're down, you've only yourself to rely on.     

     Who can recount my broken, shard-glowing pains, my inquisitorial fears? My body, I fear, has long known the fiery dragon-fire of volcanoes, which still daily sweat and strain my internal organs. Sometimes so humiliating is this weakened, dull state of being, now condemned to the shackles of sloth, that my swollen, dumb tongue is speechless for days, and only terror, expanded to the point of globalization, trembles in me incessantly.

    The sudden warming almost drew to itself the footprints of hurricane-force lymp...

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    TAGGLE-RAGGLE TIESEL

     

    Like character and intention; a cunning, insidious, cunning will, which paves further lying-careeristic paths for petty self-interest! In an influential, constantly administered reality, everything has already sunk to the level of a possible "Apparent Information"! - A new foot-sucking elite is growing like a bellows, who in exchange for greasier jobs even keep their precious conscience for sale!

    The just grievances of the people, raised with real honesty, are rejected without a sound by the partisan court: the bribed and faking witnesses, used to flea markets, need sensational trials with pay-offs! Imaginary scares are often plausible when they besiege the common people with bills instead of revenues collected in contracts! In the parallelism of the times, we all carry within ourselves the picture: in the twilight of our old age, when we are reduced to the pose of old age, how will our fate turn without sure help?!

    We have known for a ...

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    Tattered trifles

     

    Blind cell-phone-sluts, fake romantics flirting with the tablet, settling in basement apartments. The secret, moral trust, the camaraderie long gone. Now there's a treacherous, turncoat duel of interests. In darkness, in syrupy shelters, the holy halo of hidden lanterns of light flickers but flickers. Of mutilated words, of sincere shower-showers, Fewer and fewer now are the hail-horns to be heard and heard.

    The existence of gravitational waves is scarcely believed any more, since the earth has become spherical and thus saturated. The subcultural, consumerist man of the 21st century, as a re-statistised animal species, is searching, lurking and searching for new prey! The pearl fishermen of the soul are unable to exist and assert themselves on the paving stones of the wild cattle.

    The glow of a glimmering, secretly bursting, protesting meteoric clamour is harder and harder to praise. The engraving of proud few able to stand up and say No to t...

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    PROFILE

     

    Fat tears of joy slowly melting on the face's slowly melting tablets of joy! To languid arabesques melancholy and sorrow's mingled look! The pardon of faithful shadows With diligence ever accompanies! In my restless soul the details that are still real are rebellious! As in themselves we gradually prepare for the space-lack, Already the Nirvana-nothing grows more and more burdensome! In health-obsessed, unruly minds, a futile perfectionism is settling in instead of being finally at peace with itself!

    A strong inoculant to the emotions is sanguine indifference! Survivor's dread is harder and harder to dissolve from the accident of annihilations! In the delirium of truth, Man often wounds himself! Only among the breathing living is the death of deed a remedy, To which all may heed; In the waters of Life a truth-whirlwind and anchor are both necessary! All careers are little guns loaded and pressed to our temples! Unconvinced reconciliation w...

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    Feigning belated discord

     

    The events of Time are waiting in ominous sequence in the musty cellars of the soul inside. They are summoned by honeyed, interrogating ghostly shadows, the vulnerable breeding of slave-monuments already continues! Disillusioned wakefulness splits its easily chopped stumps in heart-yards' courtyards, till the doom-forecasting tachicadria greets! Unlockable brain-bodies, even encrypted microchips, terrabytes preserved, even after certain death, the necessary, perpetuable information that we were once human. In the wild whirlpools of imagination, the negated, imagined dream is still a wave of waves, and a restful, deep sleep can best be compared to the wedding of Death orgies!

    Someone is always constantly conjured by our ever-wandering thoughts. Silent cold war, howling nuclear winds rip through the coils of often complex nervous systems: fault lines dividing emotions - if left untreated - can spread our selfish, stubborn conflicts. In unknown deadlines ...

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    PREDICTED PACT

     

    Help from a knife-throwing hand backwards is becoming increasingly rare! The perpetrator is the victim! The freeloader is fooled by bailouts! In the breaking of flapping garments, no longer assembled forms, but deliberate, melancholy flirtation prevail; in their murderous stubbornness, the jokes of the alparian are dipped and then deliberately submerged! - Through dazzled sensationalist eyes, Simplified Man seeks and lurks for obtainable Dreams! In his being he is tired and cared for! In the omnipresent stages of dormant loves, Tender kisses, kindly affections, are impressed!

    In moonbeams of our lies we are self-subservient; Intentions-conjugalities seldom romantic end! All vacuums are now unbearable; if the flaming smile of the treasured Dear cannot greet the blazing dawn! - The assigned Fates are bursting and evaporating! Travelling sadnesses are reflected in witnessing eyes; On a stage of rushing slouches Even now over-dramatized, brain-strangled gestur...

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    TOP-DOWN VIEW

     

    For it can never be as if the stagnant waters of everyday life could flow into another's iris! Existence hanging on yew-flowers can scarcely resist insidious, trap-setting mischief! Every step we take is a planned but clumsy crash! You'd settle down as a strange puppet on earth, if you could survive what may be waiting for you alone! The rainbow is spreading on the trap-screen of our fears, and it is impossible to know exactly how far the limit and the end point of our human survival can extend!

    -Fearful, lustful envy marches in the pores of our nettle-skins! The vile dross of passions is still spasmodically yours, but you feel it yourself: the heart-voices are clustered in troubled murmurs! Every useless handshake-yes, as if shaken with shame, that thou canst not be almost thyself! - Thus, from the despotism of bloodthirsty tyrannies, Thou art forced to submit! All your pathetic attempts are aimless, abject blunders! One day, like Lazarus, you wil...

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    IN THE MOUSE-HOLES

     

    With stumbling steps I limped on and on, In moonlight-half-light! My side stealthy, fierce-trees stood chained, saluting; look out! Shivering beastly cedar, in ominous silence I waited ever for the outcast darkness to break upon the light! My tears, unworthy of my eyelids, were bouncing and chattering, and there they stopped for ever! In howling peril-feelings I still cried out in certainty, And could have known myself; only by my immortal Beloved's side could I have had holy Peace now; I was already doubled by my playful, childish self, And it would have been good to know for certain that I could still soothe Man's wrath!

    - The vultures pushed me hither and thither, and none asked, "Can I help you?" - I would have liked to hide on a mountain of heavenly, cosmic grasses! Unnoticed, like a frightened hedgehog in the caves of a cavernous cave!
    I should yet find the One- One stray ray, That in the darkness both glows and watches, For ...

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    BETWEEN DOUBT AND HOPE

     

    The biological part of immortality is stirring in the heart with the countdown of Death. Time's final countdown is sped with unbridled, bullet-train speed - when we emerge from our protective placenta-deep imprisonment with our gurgling orphanhood - eagerly demanding hunger and caring nurture! From the embraced lights of the All, weeping and gurgling 

    of a new beginning, we all want to cry back that One-Holy moment, to claim it on a chain of rights: in our Mother's bewitching arms we can breathe deep, filling our consciousness with perfect harmony, while eternal and immortal faith can hold us

    the untroubled and blessed peace of the caressing caress and the embracing swan's embrace! In our thirsty hunger of love, how plain and simple the formula, Let something essential remain of our Time-lace'd faces, Beyond the trench'd chasm, Unforgettable, eternal smiles, eternal glances, Midnight-splitting in walnut eyes! 

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    TABLE TO CITY

     

    The milky mist slowly settles over the steaming valley, and the dawn mist embraces the old-age veterans of the mountains. Clustered houses are visible on the widening horizon, and the worries are thickening. One is still sharpening one's razor blade to prepare for the coming years, and more and more anxiously, rudely, stressfully, one searches and searches for what else could be saved?

    Sitting on a couch, where time and old age would visit him with a walking stick, and not even noticing in his two glass eyes the uncertainty and despair of his existence? In mud-wounded barns thou wander'st still, Seeking thy nook, seeking thy shelter, - Under the torn sky, in the sure prison of darkness, Thou treadest alone!

    With thundering splinters it approaches, and will hit you if - if you are not careful of a careless firecracker: sudden minute-men, who have outgrown themselves, now dictate the Order, and in the self-sobering cold-shower-morning of th...

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    A TUNNEL OF HELLISH ACCOMMODATION

     

    If they keep on fiddling, fooling around, I'll quit Life without a charge! They'll beat flowering nails into my Golgotha-heart, which will never cease to shed petals! Beneath my hollowed skin Poisonous spines grow; Murderous laughs like jackal's proofs In my hereditary cells destroy! Understanding conversation depends on the kind of day; I stand still as a chubby heavenly body! The hardness of the Soul goes with the phlegm of the scum rooted in the World!

    Cause and effect cleave the coherence of reason into parts; and scarcely do the self-bargained Prophets cry, "How came we hither?" - The subliminal pain of bullet wounds cannot be reconciled; between avant-garde liturgy, we should learn to think of Man as Man again! There can no longer be any stakes in self-replacement! Claustrophobic blood clots crackle on the plateau of my brain like a million years of solid plaster! I wake like a child in the dungeons, alarmed at the Real!

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    LIKE THE CHICKADEES

     

    I so abstemiously, deliberately restrain myself from the Niagara Falls of social confrontations, as a stark silence meant for penance while one's organs bleed alive and die! I walk with hunched impatience, with a rambling moodiness, I toil incessantly at the uncertain decipherment of my own moodiness, and obediently necessary,

    Among the cracked and reefed trees of my ribs, an over-fat, anxious heart is beating and trembling - through my skin, as if I were growing spikes of useless, untended hairs - that at least my conscience may remain clear, sound, and undisturbed! - The better, the fuller, and the greater half of my dazzling happiness

    I have forgotten in my deer's eyes, and my inwardly cherished, too stubborn, too stubborn secrets I have no means to reveal! - I am always grumpy and grumbling, even at a timid, self-pitying mother-nature, like some corpulent old woman with bum feet, - 

    a foolish, fickle, adolescent spirit:...

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    WITH PERSONAL TICKETS

     


     Very close, too close to thirty. Movements, gestures, and cheap, deliberate actions set the course for adulthood! Bald follicles of hair dyed with pity Old Time: let society see if it pities or tramples him Who walks crookedly, waddling, and ashamed of himself, Courting. With eyes unbreakable and honest, A child weeps, wails, and cries!

    "You should have started a family long ago, you rotten scoundrel!" - The Robinson of man's conscience goes inward: he seeks the secret lairs of unknown blood-heroes, the safe homes of heart-ports, more and more urgently, for he cannot find his own rest!

    Beneath the skin the heart-cups with crocodile tears of tears are torn open: up and down grind the still gnashing, lonely teeth! - But still above, the Eye holds a rich, priceless gift of secrets! Salt and vulnerability! Pieces of flesh hung on spiked rolls still move the inner commandment

    By the law of the muscle, and on and o...

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    THE GRINDING MILLS OF EVIL 

     

    Here now all the weed-oaks are in a fire-ditch, scarce breathing and dying: with yellowish roses the sprouted earth has embraced fire-roses. I am no man, nor can I be any man, of this natural, heat-stricken land. I did not want to be a possessor, nor a colonizer, but a hedgehog who finds sure crossroads in the maze of mountains, who sniffs out human truths, because I know: every bush, tree, and plant Only swallows for itself the remaining sunlight, And living creatures near the ground, breathing flora, With their sighs can only beg for prayer, If there were Someone to pity and comfort them: The true pearls of pools are clutched by the broken soul. 

    My sizzling loneliness cannot be dissolved to the melodious waves of angelic voices, I step into the empty future, pregnant with uncertainty, hesitantly, like babies, when they are only trying out their ever-changing little feet, whether they will step surely and correctly? Yet the trustworthy are gradually...

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    THE CITY

     

    The houses are like bombed, homeless wasps' nests, the clouds are cotton-candy figures, - the blood-scarred twilight's warning call Should go home already: approaching threatens, as a secret informer the Dark! There is still a home to return to - at least for now! The landscape, plundered by natural calamities, stands alone: it guards, protects, and stands - with unwavering will, armour sprouting like a glorious relic. 

    Unknown faces, strangers to themselves, still look out on the panel island - on the tiled carpet, and as a special art I could whisper freely into the ears of ladies my compliments, my wishes of beauty! Now only the gazetted, taracked destruction: outside, unmown pampas grasses and alfalfa would be waiting anxiously for a permanent mowing. Faded the passion of the sun like a knife! - Man was always made for mini-Taïtidos, like the lonely, solitary

    The struggle of existence his birth-brittle hairs of hairs diligen...

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    WITHOUT FACE

     

     You stand in the shadows. The amber tendrils of your hair are embraced by the balmy night. The ashing hills of Hasad with rising and sinking sighs are beckoned by the gentle evening breeze-whisper! Thy bronze arms answer my touch With gentle, fragile tremors, swan-embraces! Even now, in sultry, vacuumless warmth, Each other's will is strained against us: with pearls of truth our sweating bodies are sponges holding island heat for eternity! 

    From thy night-black eyes eternal bliss, and joy still shines and shines like heavenly harmony. Salvation fills the wells of my troubled soul! Around thee the motionless, slumbering landscape stretches: nowhere. Your supple and supple body shines, boils, and panting like a tamed fisherman's barge on the foaming waves of a calm sea! O, how far thou wast, and as in my past the pictures come, Thou art farther and farther away!

     Thou canst no longer embrace me. Nor cupping good-night kisses...

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    MORALITY-PAPER

     

    How dewy we were when we were young, almost wild, in our kindergarten years: miniature emperors and queens of life. Earthly little tyrants in the swarming ant-hill. Eternal witnesses of freedom in the sandbox, how boundlessly independent in the toy wars of the mini-cosmos, where immortal time, perhaps forever, stands still and never runs out, and crowned, mini-palace-like, the girls also walked, with uplifted, cute smiles stamped on their parents' proud hearts! 

    How charming and amorous among the white-phosphorescent brides The cavaliers, too: two human hearts made and made something, And they opened each other's sincere souls to the corners; Heaven-eyed, sombre-eyed Titans, they too regretted The smuggling kiss from each other's honey-flavoured lips: Drowned in sentiment, and united in the momentary spirit of immortality, How fortunate honey-lists we must have been, that all-seeing human starry eyes Unreservedly reserved for us alone The ...

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    WILL YOU ANSWER, PLEASE?


     


    Do you answer? Or should I answer for you? I didn't sacrifice you, that's the situation! Thy burning kisses were like hard dust of stones upon the prodigal and perhaps desolate walls of my purple heart. Tell me, did we bear our sins together, like the fatal burdens of morality, or did you go your way as ever with a determined, armoured will? And I could not turn back upon thee! I should at least have ventured, now thou mayst chirp with melodious, lark-like kisses to hide in thy heart: and if our fortune be permanent enough, And everlasting is the unbroken immortality, To ward off the sudden splashes of the soon-springing grains of sand! 

    Have you ever wondered what would have happened if the true and honest law of our Love had been fulfilled? Even thy unforgivableness thou may'st know foolishly, and unconsciously forgive! I have opened my heart to thee, like a much wounded, now wilting, bleeding bush, and thou alone couldst...

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    EMIGRATION

     

     Later, at nine o'clock at night, a car struck a firefly, hitting me like a rag, with broken cruelty, without braking. I was standing on a street lamp-post, impatient, hot-headed, because it was the deadline for the performance, and although it was winter, I had not reached the other side of the Atlantis platform, surrounded by a holy congregation of the astonished: "He was so young.

    poor thing, and already contemplating suicide!" - but it was only my adolescent grievances that had come to the surface in their disobedience! And among them, me in the true rags of my hospital emigration! And it was strange to know in advance that I was going to be run over, and that I could still limp along like a little bobbing pirate with one leg

    and doctors would lie to my face and tell me the truth: "It will be all right! Relax!" - And I knew long ago that if I did not survive - if only to return from my afterlife walk, I would reta...

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    ADVICE

     

     Look not at the crossroads, where amber's luxuriant ropes have run, And thorns and blood-clots may wound the footsteps of much-travelled feet, And the memory of little inconveniences and bumps will roll before thee, like a beaver's dam in the rings of fragile life's paths, try to find the utterable, the essential, which in the furrowed faces and the bitter eyes, broken and stunted, bursts forth. In unknown lands be a little within thyself: Independent and Free, Think on sure and tangible paths akin to veteran-eyed mountains much lived, And look intently on the carved grooves of rocky agastans.

     Time, much tried, as a caring sculptor, hath polished and sculptured them to perfection! If you watch men, do not just watch them, Watch with booc-eyes dumbfounded, bewitched,- But the walnut gleam of eyes, the melodious fragility of voices, The melting heat of sighs that fill the faltering conscience, Take great heed! Let not recklessly and r...

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    TAMED PROMETHEUS 

     

    We have proved that Love can not only be carried on in fused kisses as a universal, universal conflagration where the immortal All, like ever-glowing ashes, lurks, and draws to itself its beautifully curved body parts, Heuréka sparks and volcanic embers. But while on the black stream Of melted asphalt the tropical heat Carved scripts and runes, Our home's intimate harmony-may have fled Afraid of us, to far horizons. In the stillness that beckons calm, Your body's embalming angel-scent trembles, shuddering with the uncertain unknown, - Into our garments after weary days the truth-telling sweat is absorbed True pearls sparkle like tiny flame-bricks. 

    The vulnerability of thy face is clothed with angelic majesty! We have proved at all costs that Love can exist and continue not only in fused kisses, but in universal blazes of flame, ever intensifying, ever burning, burning with its cathlan-bursting heat! Now I am afraid, because the decreed...

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    LETTER FROM THE ATOMIC AGE

     

     I should somehow still be alive, knowing the once unspoken secret; I could have been a standing example, a moral model for others, and knowing that I had not worked in my idle hours to create so many cultural footprints: I wanted to be the decisive witness, the messenger of my Korom, my cherished, embellished message! The last of the atomic age's offspring to emerge from our Cold War atmosphere. Perhaps my bones will one day, many centuries after my death, speak in the depths of scientific phalanx laboratories, and speak: whispering secrets to the ears of the hearing! 

    Man especially, if he be wise and understanding, may understand: the options are valid only in the light of the context! What troubles once inhabited the secret, twisting labyrinths of my skull and brain? How I breathed the ivory truths of cultures as one, and then my preserved manuscripts tell me: my rings of years, in spiralling, serpentine circles, collapsed on each other: ...

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    DON QUIXOTE - OWNERSHIP


     


    Around us, blind Babel-confusion, linguistic bickering, the XXI century, the ant-traffic, unemployment and abandoned Theiresis-hope, it is not too late to forget everything, to go for our real Truth, with a new faith, with a new faith, with a new attitude, to kill for our real Truth! 

    And Cassandra's loves, and now in harmony should we rest: Who in his mother's sheltering embrace, Who in an equal hope's hand, which calls me dear, clings, and in the life-long punishment of compliments, I cannot myself be wholly reconciled: I spend all my time in a cultic dump, I can only hope that from above, where angels sing soothing telepathy, in the pearls of melodious stars, someone smiles back at me, and watches over me, guarding my restless dreams. 

    - And among all the indecipherable Delilah glances, among all the flirtatious glances that twist my head, I do not know myself, and I understand why I was drawn by all the i...

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    PRIME SPEECH OF GLANCES

     

     
    Human stars, talking eyes, human mouths, in heaven's smiles some secret magic lurks, there is and there is! And watches with silence, discovers and soars. No illusion, secret romance, disembodied gallantry, yet there is and there is! And in vain is the endocrine, the biological cell-assembling endocrine that transforms the absolute universe, infinite love subtly penetrates every being in everyone because it lurks and hides in the depths of our hearts! 

    It revolutionizes the molecular map of our body, like dreams flirting with desires, the thought and builds out of itself and self-acting the hidden tikos whole and exists and is! Like a diamond in glittering eyes, it shines in telepathic gazes and exists and is! My timid hand is guided by the swan's hand of my beloved with a firm compassion, and in the essence of what it proclaims lurks the hidden yes love of the idea: 

    In human stars, talking eyes, laughing mouths, ...

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    THE RESURRECTION OF PROMETHEUS

     

     Here I have lived; that is, I have shared in the hurricanes that tear the crystal glass of mountains, in the sieges of the apocalypse: the owl reading in humanity-tests, the hedgehog on the run! The dreaded frog intestine, who may consume only selected raw materials - not only according to medical orders - Hence I have seen the decomposition of noble substances, and then their covalent bonds released again in Bon, or in other words the regression of man back to the abyss of animal illiteracy!

    As all disparage the wisdom of heralds and prophets, and the cynical barbarism of Neanderthals! The empty gears turning without bearing and nut in the brain, the sense trampling pressing stupidity-spiral, and some cruel and unpleasant mother compromising obscene interjection sounds from the fog-horn sign of cars, and from my face unknown yet familiar

    face looks at me: it appears on islands of seer-mirrors, like apostles proclaiming forbidden-index trut...

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    THRASHING

     


    I love thee, and yet I cling to thee in fear, if hesitantly, like the drowning awakener from the pictures of my dreams. I am afraid, and at the same time I am afraid myself: I know! Thou canst no longer be kept, Thy lily-headed head is bound with a veil. I was afraid: I have hesitated to clasp and hold thy frail angel hand.

     And now you would see me again, I am troubled and nervous. I have been too half-hearted to offer you the devouring passion of kisses, for your golden heart is still hammering away at my one priceless treasure! What would it be worth if I could tell you from miles away, "I love you! And I'll never let you go! The forbidding clinging bounces in the craters of my soul! 

    If your every word is a slanderous tongue, If your anguish is a murderous breath of life unworthy of your angelic being, If the starlight of your glance is a flame of flame of beauty! My blessed fairy! Under the persistent, Saharan clim...

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    YOUR SMILE


    Your smile: A caring, motherly hand that holds an orphaned child, cradles him in its arms, cradling him in its arms. Your smile: angelic protective salvation, prayer for the fallen, beautiful pearl-house, window wide open, through which I can look a little more boldly in your living-unselfish giving conscience.

    Your smile: a fascinating, priceless treasure, which, as responsible, parent-glory, sunshine, almost ceaselessly shines through me. A sure, faithful protection to keep me safe from malicious intrigue. Thy smile, a sacred gift, an immortal grace, In which I may place my vulnerable shipwrecked soul, with surrender, with confidence. A gift of events that cheers my pessimistic mood day after day.

    Like a witnessing, blessed mirror, in which every fallible one may take the values of kindly, noble goodness while he acknowledges his penitent sins with responsibility. Or the budding, budding garden of Eden, which cherishes and unites our Adam and Eve costum...

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    NEXT TIME

     

     Before, immortal love, too, was bound in superstitious crosses of glances, and flirting with the infinite Universe, the human heart guarded a beautifully crafted girl-brow, a charmingly charming deer-eye, and in flashes of bombarding glances could easily burn! now the crushed prefabricated houses are like saunas suffocating with the air of resin!

     Before, when the hopeless, helpless romance with the immortality of letters, as the only confession of the earthly confession and understood, not only as dreamy, meaningless nursemaids now on our very first date everything is also omitted: compliments, kindly bouquets, Don Juan's prettiness young mothers of children in their selfish irresponsibility prefer abortion, like female Herodian-orphans execute their innocent fetuses in their infinity!

     In the past, knowledge and the paper products of cultures were such that we could believe in anything new, now scandal books top internationa...

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    GET DONE!

     


    If above your head the great world with its wolf-whiskers is tumbling gloomily, and you are forced to deceive and delude yourself, that all redemptive, vain hopes are in vain, you may still be afraid of one piece, like a small animal stuck in a den, - yet I beg you to learn to be brave in yourself! Think but for a moment, and modestly heed my words of wisdom: what strength of soul, what greatness of human spirit, is the noble restraining, well-meant shackle! 

    Thy unbridled, hot-headed impulses, so often disturbed by the circuits of thy intellect, with outbursts of rage, and frivolous snorts, thus do thy bestial instincts debase themselves with venal persuasions! Fear not! Rather be justly ashamed, thy coronet, that thy beastly will should take thee by biology, while reason and pure thought should remain thy sole master! 

    Thou wilt grow up daily to man-trying tasks, as the expectant of learnable schema-games, of practicable routi...

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    HIDDEN MALE-AGE

     

    Like a shipwrecked man cast adrift on unknown shores by the fierce waves of a fancy-tail - I try to live, and it is no consolation that I am constantly bumping into more and more unrealistic crowds of people and daredevils. I cling to unstable ground on outstretched support ropes over precipices, like a sucker-rope-dancer, facing the threatening spirals of whirlpools. 

    And if I know that something is not going as the constant change of certain things allows, I step with stubborn self-consciousness over the crippling barbed wire of actions and deeds! And when so many dismissals have been read and levelled against each other, and when they would strike the unsuspecting manual labourer as helplessly as the freelance lawyer's clerk and the ant-working civil servant, there must be some inner hopefulness that follows from themselves, which can guarantee that certain, tiny Good in the depths of Existence! 

    For the little people can hardly ...

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    MESSAGE TO THE MESSENGERS

     


    I'd rather be a herald, if that's what they call him today, who warns of the times, of social circulations, who doesn't lie about promises, who also watches out for nasty evils and warns of chivalrous etiquette! Let us not sell in ourselves the morality that makes us Man, if this is what distinguishes us from the animals. 

    Now I can only listen to my witnessing veteran mountains echoing their consoling words to me, the words of Tiresias: "You must not give up yourself for a moment! ' - I would say, even if the fiery volcano in my throat were in the deepest chill, that you are in danger from the illusion which spreads false words about yourself, which only makes you obey every thought of smell and makes you forbidden! 

    And his fierce school has brought up nothing but smiling hypocrites, and little schoolboys. He lamented the wasted opportunity of the past, and wasted what he himself had received as a gift! He...

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    LIBERAL CONFIDENCE

     

    There is nothing in my heart now but this hopeful, intimate friendship; this ineffable, floating trust. This pure flame of acceptance, creating new willpower; faithfully giving acceptance. Perhaps every goal, eagerly awaited, is attainable, if one can find someone with a critical and pure soul, who will take my hesitating hands and guide them with sacrifice. 

    And the question of my tomorrows in the uncertainties of the next day: is it still possible?! And to it the man-torturing, searching answer: it can be with will, or with a determined will to live. It is still possible to redeem forever, to raise to courage the insidious fears lurking in me - as something instinctively gone, now it will return; the hopeful enterprise, the soul-breaking hope, the soul-tormenting holy delirium may remain - for I must still survive with ceaseless rock-tilting and firm determination the earthly, real Golgotha-poklait of tomorrow! 

    Thus longs the orphane...

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    BUGGER-ABOUT

     

    The pounding flutter of my heart, my heart's beating heart, the instinctive, restless rush of my blood vessels, the sway of Enkidu-rich hairs on my skin, my stigma-legs in my boyish soul lamenting my youth to be lived through. Among my raven-black carpets of hair, a shining strand of silver-weathered hair; the trees, thinning in autumn, shed their Midas leaves. My anxieties yet spur me to renewed action. 

    I who was once a mischievous, mischievous man, ready for mischievous mischief, and a fool - now I should shun all vain quarrels and vain quarrels! And my fickle moods, in their fluctuations, daily make wild waves, and besiege, or wrestle with strong bastions of soul. Shore-lost, homeless little boats, clinging to yarrow-life hopes, toss in the unknown sea of unknown tempers. Somehow I could have been like that, to their useless, sluggish, useless deeds, and always ready for sinister Theiresasian rhymes! 

    - Only if I can feel and kn...

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    IMPATIENT PATIENCE

     

    What hurts me? A crowd of people in a rabble-rousing, bustling, shouting only their own revelry, reveling or rejoicing in their own merriment! Doubts, like the last hope of my life, hidden in exile among questions waiting to be answered. Like hairs, like plucked and unplucked blades of grass - grinding in degrees, and destroying in the ordeal of unceasing anxieties!

    I would, and with a will I might even do it, that I might find a home again in man's shuffled, worn details. I might be one companion on the wavelengths of my supportive, loyal thought, beyond my daily trampling bribes; I might be born a useful part-part, as any other that would seek his lost mate with humble diligence here on earth. Satisfaction and success can only be, if the restless stillness of our hearts inwardly understands and comforts us.

    I could not stand, endure a foul and wicked kick in the gut, The blue-green-purple school-stains of dirt-stamps on the broken points of...

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    LIKE A CASTAWAY

     

    I am like a shipwrecked man, whose soul-losing bowls are broken to pieces. I have no present, no future - I live secretly in my valleys, like a selfish, crying baby in a lap that wants to be rocked. There is no longer a cleft, a tiny, penetrable shelter for my soul, only the incessant, orphaned weed-fear; in its glass palace-beads is the perpetual melancholy, like memory, if maintenance is lacking - ephemeral! 

    I am worn, oft-cared for, as worn, oft-frayed, worn caparison, moth-suede black poster, my metamorphosis-like translucence a mere imaginary, idyllic product. A life of inexhaustible fate: I can hardly suffer the reproaches of a slap in the face! My being: an ever-breakable, vulnerable rotation. Returning into itself, - now still stubborn, turning inward Circle; a witness highly ennobled. There can be no room for other selfish complaints; with my stubborn pleas I would still incessantly besiege love: no one can choose in interchangeable conscien...

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    SUMMARY

    SUMMARY

    Man today is incessantly besieged by the siege of opportunistic ambition. I neither valued myself nor my profession, yet I was drawn, like a greedy magnet, by the immortal current of fiction. I am still modest, and perhaps that is why I am a throwaway illusion-generator. And I'm no longer troubled by any ambition or individualistic interest. I have long since understood, with reasoning mind, that money and connections dictate everywhere nowadays! It was not in vain, then, if my relations and my faint hopes were rejected as unworthy and unjust.

    I began in too much suffering depths; my hudar-hard memories of what had happened were also my dungeons, not merely my stations of existence. Perhaps too much of my time was stolen by the Present, and the universal, tearful lament of my much-loved Cassandra past. Perhaps I have wasted, if I must, my social and friendly relations in the service of nobler ideals, and the greater half of my life has been moved into...

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    MOODY-MEDITATION

     

    I have become an apostate! My heart's hesitant inertia, frustrated hesitation, All stiffer than a shell - It no longer moves when you touch it, - But what a stumbling boulder still keeps its gathering memories: scared by bold, bold bridegrooms of existence, profit-hunting, life-trampling businessmen of Being; on ruffled nerves, thistle-living courage quivers, flame-burning vile wills still tense, waiting to unfold. 

    I can do no more! I bear every hurt or grievance, repugnant gloat, mischievous fate's blast, That chokes me with a regular unbearable choke, And may ruin me! I strive to be brave and resolute where my shouting eyes have taken root, and I cannot bear the fire of the spiteful blows, wherever the malignant Fate may drag me! Can I still be a man, where the law, To be a man is supreme, has been reduced to a commodity to be sold?! Only a glimmer of hope shines in me. Silvery beats out the remaining sea of silver in my hair the cavorting ...

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    My problems you sufferers


    A shabby-gaudy, a nasty existence, I fear, rarely promises more opportunities! Why can't man be but a comforting herald of the mediator of redemptive hope? Or humble buffoon who, with pearl-words, makes others confess? The tender, humble knower of lady-hearts, the handkerchief's handmaid Who catches in her handkerchief the echo-sounds of stray, joyful tears! A literary researcher, a kind of whimsical freak, whose task it might be to tread a path, to save the culture-preserving manuscripts of forgotten, little-known authors, to the still remembered Bitch-ages!

    A cudar-cifra, a nasty existence, I fear, rarely promises more opportunities! Why can't man be but a comforting herald of the mediator of redemptive hope? Or humble buffoon who, with pearl-words, makes others confess? The tender, humble knower of lady-hearts, the handkerchief's handmaid Who catches in her handkerchief the echo-sounds of stray, joyful tears! A literary researcher, a kind of whim...

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    ACTIONABLE TESTIMONY

     

    Blessed is he who can lose himself in immortal kisses, while he adores the holy lips that glow as a gift of the Universe, and who, fearless of worlds, can embrace his beloved in noble faith, so that whatever foul tempest of abomination may come upon him, he will endure with fidelity in adversity. For this land is ever a fierce and trying trial, And though I may make a special peace with her traitors, I will strive to be myself, and not to change. 

    That sooner or later man may have won or lost, he may have proved himself, though it is harder to wait for the rightful success and recognition; who may not self-pityingly whine or despond like a sour lemon - but can hope for any Hangman Time may his selfish fate impose on him! - Who may remain faithful to the poetics of the confessing face, And to the gondolae that came to lay down on paper, Or to the machine, to bear witness, The foundations of values, which toil, ink-hands, and long hours of toil, Have fo...

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    THE ACTRESS


     


    She clings her embracing thoughts to the redemptive, workshop desks as she finds new strength as Queen Anne, or even as Ophelia. From the rough, noble, paper-scented material, in which she feels the up-to-date and always topical effervescence of millennia, she pours into her brave, determined posture with mischievous mischievous impetuosity the will to act, while she rehearses her song rehearsal with her lily-head raised before her bathroom mirror. His lily-pearl voice is shrunk to a large reading rehearsal, even on his tiny Pinoccio's space, and it is shameful that his height could not be a little more sky-high!

    Under her half-closed, dense broomstick shade, She shakes her thoughts, concentrates her thoughts, still more and more diligently, Like a lily-scarf guarding like a sword in the budding summer air, And because she is conscious of her fullness, she knows on the stage: the more flirtatious and alluring Cupid's golden heart, w...

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    TAKING A LOOK DEEPLY


     

    For many years I have orphaned myself by looking into the depths of my glowing lava.  I tried to appreciate the giving, purely sincere twin halos of light in the dear Angel who saw me! When intimate fidelity came, How in modesty's hiding foolish fairy sacrifice I listened to her multiplied, personal secrets, The sins of others' real-perceived frailty. 

    Over my wheat-head the murderous-blade pruning, thought ominous, was wrought, And yet my soul sent many a tiny spark of supplication Into the darkened echoing mist Of expanding cosmos. She took - like a hedgehog - thorny thistle-subate with the dawning suns, if insulted, a gibbering insult, then vanished etovane in deserted places, in the dreaded, murder-handed alleys of suburbia. Bear-dense chubby shadows huddled homeless, like the childhood fear of my inner self. 

    And as one who loves wise words and discourse instead of chatter, I have tried in vain to widen the bou...

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    YOUNG HOPE

     


    So there stood the man with the poet's life. On the faces of the chubby, scarred faces of the yarrow-blossomed, the glowing embers of innovative ideas were aflame. Hesitant lips his immortal Beloved had not yet kissed, Yet his passionate holy thoughts had warmed many a woman's heart. Already throughout the crystal-shingled hall Tiny firelights flickered; might have filled At least in moments the restless spirits With awe-weighing devotion. 

    Beneath widening marble arches, in rows of chests that had fallen silent, an unexpected thrill of surprises throbbed ever more gradually. In an age of unforeseen delayed decisions, the Heart, that deep-fire, sacred caldron of flame, thundered with a constricted fatality. Like a volcano nearing a lava-boil; greedy, and insidious desires like swift killing, secret blades, they assailed silently, while reason could scarcely throw forbidding brakes upon them. 

    Thus the poet stood hesitati...

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    ANONYMOUS UNKNOWNS

     

    If my heart is saddened by the stubborn longing to do, to have the universal stupidity of the universal stump digging its tiny pin-pointed circles into my flesh, as if I were to scour the streets of the headless capital and crawl into the protective shell of reason, soberly arguing with itself! And I keep thinking of you, the fiction that urges modernity and renewal in the feverishness of the fiction that has been undeservedly forgotten amidst the cavalcade of colourful tarpaulins and serially produced scandal-books.

    His fame-men of barely five minutes' fame are crushed by greedy success, a career bed of madness. With my strange insect life, I am like the unknown, forgotten authors who, from the cheaply trodden tunnels of mole tunnels, no matter how hard they try with enviable, stubborn diligence, cannot strive towards the known! And as they, with their pen-wearing magic-gifted hymns, write in succession on paper, they banish the dull, immoral superfic...

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    BE SURE

     


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

    Is there no other way to defend myself but with a proud and indifferent vulgarity?! For now it is given to have smiling idiots, who lightly laugh at the faculty of reasoning, whose chief vocation is to nod like babbling sheep, like those cheap and inexpensive Johns, - or to whisper half-truths in each other's ears until the part becomes mere truth; to cause cultural brain-blindness by universal obscurity and obfuscation, by the ever rarer use of the gears of the brain! 

    Verily, the real bitter truth is this! Nothing surprises me now! Nor is it that in truth the unselfish and perhaps willing help, because of the cunning of some, is forced to wander in the deepening trenches of abysses, and those who, desir...

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    THE OTHER STRANGE

     


    Truth-tellingly, for the umpteenth time, the invisible within me warns me of the other within. A stubborn, clawed right to what is, and perhaps to the more I have earned in the gallant iron-mace of Time. It would pull us in two directions, yet one common interest can hold us together; to serve with humility, with due diligence, literary levels. And if in the judging of unjust applications even the most justly learned words should prick my unquestioning sense of justice as a thorny gibbet: who will stand up and stand up for what is right for me?!

    And if I am the last to roll somewhere far away at the end of a labyrinth of rows - I know - I shall always be comforted by that other's embrace! For long ago, for a long time, we've been getting cold and warm together: our selfless, helping kindness is more a statistic, a gift to be demanded, than a nagging musing, but it must negate any further continuation, because I myself cannot know how to go ...

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    THE LIMITS OF THE PROPORTIONS

     


    With clenched, abscessed, snarling teeth, like a long-suffering one, who has settled for life, perhaps for pain forever, in search of the riddle to be known, I have been chasing and chasing the riddle hidden in the infinite, moving through the infinite. And because the sincere, glowing weight of passion binds me and holds me in curious hunger, I search for the secret snail's trails of the knowable proportion.

    The proportions: the true, the secret, perhaps even reversible, which in the inner wild of the soul trembles towards me incessantly visible and readable, and there flickers with its fire-glowing lights behind the solidified brow of reason; in the crenulated tunnels of my brain it still slumbers silently, - but it can always know its mission-work, if it must confess! - My fate's bounded, half-weathered shrouds are stretched by the daylight melancholy clash Of invisible depths. My transparent, crystal-clear eyes, who never tires to look,...

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    A CHIMED SOUL

     

    Oh, you miserable, clumsy soul! Prodigal, brooding, moping, moping, brooding, who like a hunted beast is forced to flee and hide, or daily is forced to flee and hide. The inexpressible, perceptible instinct of our words, the pensive telepathy of our pensive telepathy - you are the one all would seek, who have long since tired of the incessant, sputtering, sputtering, cries of woe, of the fallen failures driven to senselessness!

    Our thirsty existences would be relieved only by your insight into what has been forced upon our innocent beings. Interest and insidiousness now conceal all from us. Like stateless, mobile playthings, we can only languish in the shadows of uncertain tomorrows. Fearing the spreading bourgeois wickedness of the powerful, or the maximum judgment of inhumanity, which man, blinded by greed, would inflict on us for the sake of certain profit, risking our fragmented lives.

    O soul! Do not yet forsake the wicked wavers of our consc...

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    STRESS-ANXIETY IN OUR BODIES

     

    Something of universal depreciation grows, like a colonial furrow-weed, massively inside the rotting tissues of our flesh; in the sentient, ant-orgic tissue walls of cells, where we can still be and contemplate with our instincts of self: on the decaying ruins of our morality, clutching our own pale honour. For with a sudden semblance of insidiousness, something of the eagerly bursting heartlessness has entered us. Within us there foamed insatiably the unworthy career-glory-bed of unworthy success at any price - a greed that had been caught up, like a green monster snake, insidiously crawling up to our hearts. 

    Into unforgettable human laws the man of the age seldom clings nowadays! To the stigma-stigmata, which once as the shame-stains of blows Thou wast forced to wear daily in agony; blue-green-purple Passion of Golgotha, There sparkle like stars of pain, chubby on thy body, in the bone-box of thy ribs. Thy shipwrecked heart, too, may ever more forl...

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    I DON'T UNDERSTAND

     

    I can't understand those for whom idleness, smiling wild-eyed idiocy is a negative, andalizing ecstasy, straitjacket stupor. In Eden's paradise, beer-swilling, indifferent brooding, in the manner of alcoholics, idle idleness. Indifferent, yet mundane days of expressionless, dumb-mouthed; value-starved, dumbing intellect. 

    The blown-up idleness of deliberately loosened bearing-brains, the frivolous squandering of interests, some swampy smelling sea-bottom sludge; what is left alone is not to be trifled with, for others have enough. Idle indifference is another, for even seeming idleness is to me a perpetual spur to action in a round number! With his question-answers, like a pensive herald, The world at large interweaves with his daily information. To me, the smiling idiocy is a castaway consciousness, wallowing in the abysses of frivolity; where saw and material are deliberately exhausted, that an escape may be found to the brewing bays of the ...

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    PAIN-LETTER

     

    Puffy, tormented, she had never seen my penguin face before, though his voice was painful and deep, held in a shell, but I understood her, and she knew exactly that she would hurt me again, relentless! 

    Oh strange a broken life: she sat in a glass cage like a prisoner-bird, like the voluntary canary, caged and talking to herself through microphones when I was childishly aroused by the pain in my lower abdomen. 

    And now it was the decisive moment; crocodile tears swarmed like a swarm of nervous ants in the bloodshot crevices of my eyes, when, summoned to a casting session at work, he announced in a stern, benign verdict: I must leave him alone! What a jangling, broken confession! 

    I was forced, in the bent scene of my life, to keep my fate-tragic nature before myself: a cowardly, hiding, fearful fugitive! - And you, fair lady, who would have yourself accepted among the priestesses of Thalia, could speak to me so truly. Why...

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    MEDITATION


     

    It is as if I were standing here before me again: the kindly and yet obliging Cornelian of my adult self is in sympathy with my child-self, to whom I still look back every now and then, when I stare into the distorted eyes of my curved mirrors. Yet I stand before myself daily with a double responsibility of care; I would comfort the curious, chattering child still preserved within me. Perhaps no one still knows who I am?

    O isolating, yet poisoned with a rathartic stubbornness, a necessary sense of loneliness. I wish I had someone to share the avant-garde burden of my conscience-stricken colonic weight of responsibility with. This odd dichotomy is perhaps necessary for my own sake. I hide with people with a secret survival purpose and intention. My aching, fallible, but therefore sincere soul is the only candle among other souls, and no one realizes - with a misguided will - that it could perhaps still help with its helpful selflessness. The body st...

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    CALL FOR


     

    Come with me, if I fall on my knees before thee, and bend my wheat-cone head in thy fertile lap. There is no escape now! Still ringing in the depths of our lost souls, the hissing pearl of truth rings, to freeze into a translucent, refined glass ball on our flushed cheeks. Our memories, like faithful travelling companions, if we think hard and willfully, will come back to haunt us. 

    Thou mayst stumble with me in the mud and mire, if thou wilt not let me take thee on my open, cherishing oak-tree boughs, and let us together leap over the mischievous, petty little pools. - The outstretched gang-wings of deserted staircases force their pinching draughts on us like shivers; cling to me tightly, as if your own life depended on it! Let me feel the warmth of your beating little heart, whispering, "I love you!" 

    Thou dost lay thy lily-headed little head on my breast, and like two heroic lovers, plighted by nature's vicious ...

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    RELENTLESS CYCLE


     


    Somehow we are already measuring ourselves on a daily basis. The doubt that we know lies dormant, and our chattering, chattering, chattering brain is already frantically chirping about the troubles of the next day. Slowly we fall out of this age - like sober lunatics. Perhaps the forgotten, rathartic equilibrium still exists, may exist somewhere - the Promethean chin of our self-pity, individually induced, would be wailing incessantly on repeat if it were up to us alone to take the course of action!

    O irrefutable absurdity of man-consuming, nerve-wasting labours should not be all in vain, if the majority are already brainwashed into a squalor! To know, in our maddened and divided minds, That morality and culture will be buried by this vile, mortal Time, if we cannot stubbornly shackle the thread of memory and free reason! And if we do not guard ourselves morally, it will bite us! Man, believe me, as an absurd-grotesque animal, may soon lose...

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    REQUEST:

     

    Don't be ashamed! Go to her! For you and he are one in your vulnerability. The memory-clothes of your child-self have been responsibly transferred to her. Like a weeping child, who can only understand the gentle nursemaids who want to worship him by holding and cradling him, and who does not really know why it is good to look into his bright, shining lantern-eyes with their bloodshot, broken eyeballs?

    Can you see the priceless sacred qualities of her face?! Behind each tiny carefully wrought molecular cell, a million little jostling-machines direct, order into acceptable trembling, the welcoming angel-mosol, which creates a special peace and a healing consolation.

    With deep-feeling joy and lurking pain, Their carbuncle eyes, wandering through strange landscapes, Speak to each other with a perceptible state Of deeply felt joy and latent pain, To the lovers of fidelity; all hesitant, eccentric freaks, one - See with a smile would try to hide th...

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    QUIETER

     

    In your frightening loneliness, you make friends with your loneliness, your exclusion. Is this how you manufacture your shackles against yourself, which you deliberately designed for the sake of social gatherings?! Do you not feel it in yourself? Thy beating, wounded heart still yearns for a meaningful, sincerity-soaked conversation, which, as a wandering stranger, even a barman or bar-mixer might prefer to keep quiet.

    You yourself would open your bravely thirsting throat to truer, more accepting words with reassuring confidence. Thyself more and more thou understandest the beating of thy troubled heart - Thou canst at most offer it to thy immortal One as a noble sacrifice; with impatient mercy thou art only anxious that He may at last accept and understand thee with Christlike clarity! Perhaps together with you, and at the same time, He will tighten the handle: together you may step upon the all-filling, substantial steps of the All, while with blessed si...

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    SIGHING IN YOUR LAP


     

    I look upon thy flaming holy eyes with a whispering, mystery-filled heavenly desire; while thou, full of buds, open to me, the immortal wreath of the All-ness descends on thy angelic soul's threshold. Thou canst feel, if I sin for thee: how soothing and harmonious rest Thy lap humbly calls to thee, that I may lay down my much-haunted childish head.

    Existence is already more wearied, wherein two vibrant, piercing mirrors of thy troubled eyes rub like soft pairs against my wounded soul with scandalizing sweetness. Say, how can I thank thee, blessed earthly star, That with thy unselfish, tame goodness thou dost ever welcome the disconsolate wailer, the homeless? Deep in thy crimson-flame heart-cradle thou hast laid me, And what could I have consciously reached, Thou hast stood like an angel firmly guarding me!

    O my only dear saviour! Merciful, immortal Dear! As in the wandering wanderings of my imagined dreams, When I came to crossroads ...

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    ANONYMOUS-POET'S COMPLAINT ABOUT AGE

     

    How could nonsense, slanderous nonsense, ghost-killing cult-darids be advertisers? The filth of immoral libels smells of samovars outside. Wrong, painful, persistent, disgraceful state, now confronting me, I see myself deeply upset, spitting at this simpering, smiling Age, and in it the mass-man, reduced to a brute-brute! If a culture has been long offered in a frying-pan for judgment on the scale of Justice, It is too late, alas, for the swaying fool, the thieving bastard! 

    Even the morsels of crumbs are chewed with a censorious lick, And from the thirsty palates of orphaned infants, This human form is twisted. As a prophet of the rightful prophet - if thy assured word and thy faithful truth have all failed - remind thyself at least of the honest, the true: in his greedy depravity man can only wallow, - if he be not still restless and can still will to bend the rock! As a crumbling morality-loss, double-zero in thyself should seek a recipe for change...

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    HESITANT LITTLE ADULT BOY WANTS TO LIVE

     

    In thine eyes thou unhappy little orphan's suicidal lust still dwells; thou hast burned in thyself from long ago insatiable, thy grumbling is not forgiven by human compassion, nor by pitying kindness! Thy timid mist and gloom have not yet torn off thy mask, that they may truly know thee by more intimate loyalties.

    Thou canst no longer endure many a day's calvary-haunting; nails are driven into thy childish conscience by others who thought thou prodigal. Thou art a bewildered hermit-sacred, who, as it were, is a grief-stricken fakir within himself: in tearful well-deep waves would, if he could, drown his pains in tamed holy sobs. There is just enough of you to scream your mélange of hysteria into the world's indifferent face like a bull in a Jericho rage - but only if there is someone left with you to lean on after your self-examining cry!

    For, even if you don't believe it now: someone may redeem you in a salutary smile-flam...

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    THE HIGH JUDGE


     


    As one who, standing on the Justitia-measuring, thinks of what he is doing, and weighs himself: if he too be called upon by the special tribunal of the unearthly; to answer and confess one after another! Justify, perhaps, his wounded life. For every little life is made to speak of itself with breath and substance, to bear witness with determination when a higher judgment is about to fall on hearts of heavy judgement.

    Does it raise or bury a fatality to be discovered? Gather what you can for yourself; better to show your moral standing - your judge is still only interested in your person over there. He will sift and sift you, like the simple progressive, while he appraises your worth like the rubbed pawnbroker. Thy words, if any, thou hast spoken, Thy careless carelessness, the witnessing Time will sooner or later redeem, All that thou hast done hitherto: to redeem it is but hard! 

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    HERITAGE-BREAKDOWN

     


    Sooner or later, I feel, this world will bite me, devour me, destroy me! He knows well: he leaves behind him blood to perish; not only family, friends, nor house - but perhaps man leaves an example for someone. The tiny footprints of a whole existence to bear witness to. For it was a time of terrible adversity, and there was much to endure: many a fool smiled and grinned like a fool, like the powerful, and the holy movement to save values seemed even more hopeless. Is it any wonder that, though suicidal thoughts were in my muddled head, I did not remain so dumb and faithless!

    To endure the good intentions and honest words of a friend, and those who hurt me or trampled me in the mud I did not hang my moustache on them, I retired to my room with the book-cave in voluntary emigration and preferred to read. That was all that remained of me: my only value of any value. If it were not for the ruthless profit-driven here on earth, this weak and fallen man...

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    GIANTS AND MOUSE

     

    Like a diamond-hard interconnection of chains of rock: a timeless, indescribable lace collar, or a silent, peaceful natural manor of jagged stone and silt. You've shut me in each time I've had to cry out in pain the sediment of my sorrow. 

    O pardoning, proud gazytan-witnesses of this little valley-atoll of home. To you the long iron tooth of time cannot reach: you are like a marble vault in the hangman's time. Unconquered by man, unconquered by age. Flowers, with mountain plants bountifully blooming; majesty, dignity, stubborn order, steadfastness. 

    To me, the holy example of your never-say-die devotion is an unforgettable and eternal holy witness - but it would be good to learn stubborn Caracana from you! Little mountain-gula pyramids still diligently follow the sturdy lines of your roughened ridges. From you, the traveller and the wanderer can always draw new strength and steadiness. 

    As long as you stand un...

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    FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE


     

    While your superstitious eyes gleam in my eyes, Like your confident diamond unbreakable, And richly evermore I listen to your lark's trilling, Edenic voice. What ghost-spirits have once more with their slithering snitch-bouncing struck me? Distance is now a distance between us; while yesterday was yesterday, but now the ruins of days are blended with the twisted light of thy memory. Thou glidest with graceful deer's giddy surrances, In thine eyes the stars that gleam are twinkling, And glowing delight is the extraordinary One-glow of thy dear intoxicated soul.

    Thy smile on thy bud-flowering rose-lips, In a gay, playful dance of thy smile, Lingers away; in a graceful motion, With sure swan-hands held, Thy angelic image of thy faithfulness, Trembled frail beside. The romantic compliment to your unselfish heart was an unexpected treasure; the immortal-early moment of the Universe was ours then, and that it is said to be quite past, believe it ...

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     WITNESS OF HUMANITY


     

    ...For now the One-World is tormenting me and hurting me, which is now, with ever more evil will, like a thorny choir, insidiously setting up obstacles of gangsterism against me.       Where shall we go on? How did we come to this, and what will be the end of it?! 

    I cannot close my watchful eyes, eager to testify, - but there is a nasty hive-mind here now: idiots smiling out of nowhere rise daily for five minutes' fame. And what human dignity can command and bring redemptive order here? There is only a fragment of reason and thought left in the more human brains, if it still shines, with fragments of firelight. From the contexts of great sermons the essence is often lost, and the textbooks tell of falsified ideologies that have been discredited as usual. 

    For what is human and noble is born in the heart alone. Is it any wonder that in a human beehive of drunken revelry one can already think of the end of the ...

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    WORLD PICTURE

     


    There is no word, no morality, in this flatly sneaking Age, which, with a Christianly pure reason-understanding, would exhort the fallible to right actions! Hearts are harnessed and strangled by venal interest, and merit still cheaper - like a strange slimy bribe, leads to wretched wretchedness! Where can we find here what we can call human in ourselves?!

    The deceptive pack-spirit stalks and stomps, trampling over one another, trampling over others, and is only good for manipulating one or two little kings who sit lightly on thrones, and whose hearts are only for profiteering thievery. Is this what man has become?! As a free-thinking, seldom-thinking, and thrifty in his wits, earthly character? I experience daily how devious wickedness is produced, and now he only really dazzles himself for the sake of easy official positions: only the advancement of selfish ambition is the winner!

    And He needs all this cheaply won ostentatious power, all...

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    THE PEOPLE'S SAY

     

    Hail Man! Not only do you build today, but with your rudeness tempered to a sky-hardened rudeness, you are boundless! Thy life is a prison-cell girded with earth: instead of daily busy, active weekdays, it remains a ruthless enslavement of slave-labour. Unsupported by all, but exposed to every galling assault, Thou hast halted, for in the millstone-presses of thy fears, With responsibility thou hast rather shut back into thyself - Orphan, hesitant, and so awkward a pityado.

    And so that no more of the more vile chains, no more of the dagger thrusts of the robe-wall-weaving dagger thrusts, may be turned into a marble block of ore, you try to soothe your wandering, vulnerable soul, and the next day, in remorse and remorse, you confess to yourself in a judge-questioning, rootless-questioning way: 'Did I do right?! Have I done all? - Yet now I greet you with a relieved heart! Between the good and the bad, the race is still on. You would have reason to be ho...

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    TO SOMEONE

     

    It's no use rejecting you now, or denying yourself falsely. I am still bound by human soul-contracts, and for your sake I still go and stand, if need be, as an unshakable "role" in this great human conflict.

    Neither avoiding nor evading friendly, chubby scarecrows scaring the princes of black ravens, half-intrepidly - but still more conciliatory. Nor do I regard thee as a celebrity to be bribed, but as a fairy-blessed lady among men, Who may yet hear my supplication, the alamusic calvary of my wounded soul.

    I know I'd be a pathetic fellow, poor thing, who turns to you for help as a fan, who peers at you alone, slyly peeping. Haunt me with your understanding, analysable humanity. Be my guide and companion in my hellish present, where I am plagued by the law of assassination.

    I know now, the bottomless well of many a disappointment, That thou art a famous man, who is deceived, used, and betrayed daily. For me, believe me...

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    INNER CONSCIENCE

     

    Who will listen to my mournful, brooding, mute, mumbling words: Judge me not in vain - I have striven for the True and the Good, To mingle the more inwardly vulnerable worlds With the real, which from without, as the tormenting fear of ceaselessness, Has often surrounded me, - To be the forerunner of newer, more fantastic things, if perhaps the weak-eyed blind eye of this Age May wonder at them!

    Why have these two voices, seldom heard, become a peculiar gift to this fate so unmeasured?! O! Outward and inward voice, thou divine spark! A eureka spark to be reinvented. From the sediments of my ancient land, Thou alone canst secretly answer the lark's voice that calls thee! Between man and man, the many ordas-titles of this oppressive Existence are being tightened, and how many walls of self-defence, built up by a percentage of self-defence, would have to be torn down, before the gates of complicated souls could open at last, as a promise of unconditional ...

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     FEAR OF DEATH DAILY

     

    You who are already daily terrified of Death knocking at your door, know that you have nothing to fear! Perhaps there can be nothing but mutual understanding, perhaps some secretly bargained-for pensive reconciliation. And yet here you live wrapped in sameness on this earth with your willful desires for difference - you may be different according to the inner laws of your letter: For though, as a meek herald, or a diligent postman, or a parcel-deliverer, one may step out like a chubby spoon-button to the jumbo street-front, and hide his established propositions behind his cowardly silence, yet in the arranged bargaining of his calculations he may meddle, and be reduced to a petty trifle of nought: he may be a trickster, or a bold liar!

    Yet nowadays they can be deceitful tyrants, profiteering turncoats, for who would only try to convey the immortal testimonies of writing as an antenna, what else could he be but a mouth-breathing clown, a romantic dog, a ref...

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    PITCH-BLACK DARK

     

    Everything is still dark now. The pearls of heaven are extinguished, and in the rich darkness of the sulphur the wind tears and roars with fierce teeth. Man huddles like a caterpillar in a warming shelter, and seldom speaks. I should stand by the gears of receding Time, with hope-lost enduring doubt, piteous sorrow pervades; among men a ghost-shadow that wanders hesitatingly, crawls round me, while the jelly of fish scales is the jelly of the dew.

    These hours can no longer give me comforting, tamed sleep On the edge of open-mouthed chasms, Like a wavering tightrope walker I balance myself nor in this pitiless blindness Can my prophetic word penetrate. My language: this rich dictionary of words is now frozen, rooted in the holy land of silent utterances: now stupidity is still among us like a contagious disease, a mass article of cheaply driven masses!

    They spread like an inviting pestilence, or a pestilence, and no alliance of unknown friendships...

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    THE MINUTE HAS ARRIVED

     

    Bitterly you keep silent. Every day you cry like an orphaned child. People's forgiving confessor yet out there half-crazed idiots can rage with glee. Here it's still tempting that you haven't become a criminal-thief after all, my friend, that you're still working - true enough - in miserable conditions for a starvation-wage container that's slowly taking you to the bottom of massive underworld misery - while your heart remains crusty and honest.

    Thy sacrificial humiliation may still be thy portion, And like a yoke of brutes, soon the vulgar pains of a mischievous play Will soon break into wheels. Thy feet, like elephant's trunks, can scarcely tread, they are swollen with water - and only thy childish imagination alone can be free: thy independence, if any, is guaranteed by thy dreams alone.

    Wearily you still trudge home in the evening, and in your ears rings the calling canary-sigh of your blessed Dearest, who from your fr...

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    BY THE TIME YOU'RE OLD

     

    By the time thy ashen, peony-skin is wrinkled, and the cobwebs of thy fertile lap are frayed, Thou shalt know that thou, too, wast made of fallible Endidu matter, And thy exotic body is held together by the fear of action and will!

    When thou shalt rise thrice in the gloomy moonlight of nights, For early enough the compulsive need will call thee, Where in the shells of toilets the veiled, cosmeticized old age is confined: In hesitant, thieving rummage thou shalt find thyself. By the time thou art forced to walk with thy third helping foot, Like Oedipus's questioning revelation, know: the beneficent holy harness of law and morality Is stripped in modern ages, when thy humanity with thy swan-moving waving swan-nudge, bachelor-whore, and bachelor-whore.

    By the time the wailing, bone-crunching martyr-pain approaches you with hip-operation, you will know: in the envy-mark of the mercenary profiteers, interest and merit have always formed a two-face...

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    HEAVY-ROAD


     

    I would really like to scrape some more bright, drop of joy from myself for this much-felt, twisted life, which still needs me to feel that there was - will be - still a sense to wake up early in the morning to the robot noise of dawns, and to set off with renewed energies with a will and a determined spirit for Cyclops-like days!

    My feet often feel the splitting pain of fronts, and the snaking, creeping pain throbs unbearably in their discs. The yellow balls of my fatigue bind me in a sling, And sometimes I myself answer with a stagger, When men still curious ask and question.

    I bear the sneaks of sneaky, living, sharp tongues behind my back in a sandy whisper - often in silence. They hiss in a shower of shuddering tears but I go on but my selfish restlessness walks in my wake. My restless heart in the shrieking silence is pounding in murderous silence.

    Calmping but thundering, it pumps blood into my rope-arms. Ouch! I say: my ...

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    DISHEVELLED MUSING


     

    Stand still on the edge of your pitiful life for a moment, before you are finally taken in by the gaping, underworldly abyss, the death-whispering night of the abysses. When you are still yourself, perhaps, you can enter the resin-scented, incense-scented silence to hear what the beating of your increasingly hard-served heart whispers. Feel free to look along the tortuous path you took to get here.

    Human crypt-sad faces, in many cases, seem strangers now so near, where chasing hate has crept in; they become strangers where once you stopped to introspect and hoped you might have another chance! Thy stubborn thorn temper to defend thyself must not be worn out in vain, If stars of faith can but flicker, and friendly handshakes are fading fast.

    Stop, if you will, on the edge of your life, if you feel that the decisive moment has come, and you know deep down that you can rarely stretch your tyrant-eyed self-mortification any further! When your...

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    STOLEN YOUTH

     

    Closed round thee, and never asks whose son-wine the Circle was! There is no way out, perhaps no way out. Thou couldst escape, if thou wouldst, Into mother's loving arms, Till the mist in thy heart is tightened. In its winding perilous paths Fate guides you: what can beat you to dust beyond Death's losses, and what can lift you to the stars?

    Thou wilt not see-see with their eagle-eyes before thee The world is drowned in infectious filth. Waitest thou thy last day?! And where the unworthy destruction was already looming - there came your cowardly flight in order, for you still guarded your moral stand, your backbone-preserving, moral stand. - Where are the bright, shining fires of joy that once lit the tangled lines of your clown-face, curved into tears?

    Now only your pitying, self-indulgent bitterness pours out upon the world of which you are a part! Thy anguish, though - pretend not, who can see it? Is it creeping in on thee more and mor...

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    APPLY TO ME

     

    I was modest, yet I bowed my knees in humility before overly chattering, stamping-faced little kings, because that was the proper thing to do. They laughed at me with a snigger, they laughed with a shriek, they trampled me in the mud where they touched me deepest. I spoke to people thoughtfully, with my head bowed down, like a penitent lad who carries a heavy burden within himself, only to start again the next day!

    And because they could see that I wandered in my introspective thoughts like a lost soul, afraid to speak, they thought me a fool: they pursued me on with my many wounds, humiliated me, beat me, and what seemed to them a good sport, for me in a few seconds was reduced to a torture on Golgotha. While I had ceased to be their constant target, for I had always been on the road with a fearful cowardice of alamus - now I would go my way with stubborn confidence - in my ears a universal warning, a moral command, sounding the alarm, roaring like a sea ...

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    PENDULTY LETTER

     

    I, the melancholy Don Quixote-born of this land, still look with doubt to the uncertain future! I leave my miserable life to the fate of men - The trustworthy sacred law of the stars, may guide and guide my life. I'm distressed if I must several times a day - for I seldom am - in flaming happiness I would seek to be renewed in changing days.

    For every human gesture is different, and every truth-telling look is a superstitious look, if it be true and sincere. To him only who feels the inner Calvary of his conscience with a beating heart, can the secret of my wounded soul be revealed crystal clear! My haunted, watchful-colonial past, once closed for ever, by a snarling, growling dog. My first grievance, that pearls of true tears Pergett'd beneath with aching, feverish thrill I roam within.

    Will my darling's misguided holy yearning still be heard? And like a lightning of a decisive moment, sparks are scattered in me by the meek realizati...

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    QUIVER-LIFE

     

    The slimy, slimy pain creeps in, it makes the rabbit-tail nerve hiss; under your sweaty clothes a cold settles in the winter chill that greets the bruise. It creeps in on you like a molecular army of fierce germs, like a sneaking, insidious killer at war - all right!

    Only drugs can reopen your body's prison-cell barrier! You can stare dumbly like a dumb sheep at your then failed failures: what could have given birth to the gorgon-headed Time-wearing little kings, the skirt-wearing little gods?! Now you must pickle them by prescription, like smoked ham in the torture chamber, for you are forced to fight a battle with your organs! You may now examine your own conscience, as a diligent judge, with interest: why did you have to be so often a bastard for virtue, when you knew yourself that you were not the one who had the unattainable profit?

    Now the hellish golgotha-quiver is driving you on, To make your vision-making holy fever linger; You long ...

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    HUMAN-HYMNUS

     

    The sparkling light of stars, that may glow for ever in the blessed armchair-eyes, burns ever, captivating. And like benevolent stigmata, in my heart like a throbbing stigma, the immortal flames of desire's trial and tribulation.

    Virgil, negro-flames of vapour that fuel my heart-furnace. As long as I live, I shall be bound by an ever-waiting and restless, passing, intimate friendship to the acquaintances I have known long ago: to those for whom my anxious soul is ever and anon trembling! - It would be well to be able to dwell for one lasting moment in the superstitious window of the universe of eyes; many a million, tiny, incendiary shards of fire-glow might be caught by my longing conscience, which lacks self-confidence!

    Dulcet voices of pearl-house-light, and cuddling glances, would nurse the lost, orphaned child within me; and, beckoning, the tinkling kissing melodies would embrace me as a cozy security, and earth-immortal. How good it wou...

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     THE COUNTER

     

    The rebel, whose estimable qualities were once among those of the past, when the majority, as prophets of blind ideals, enthusiastic for petty-royal trophies of interest, turned aside from their path, and, as an example of trials, withdrew like a hermit into the echoing rocky crags of a mountain. And became rather a Heresias, or even a wise herald, who could only honour humanity, and morality nourished by the heart, putting to shame all the minions of the colonel.

    Conscientious scribes are then the uncomfortable prisoners of the given Order: words spoken frankly, actions urging questions and answers, all sink into the mire in disgrace. It is in vain for them to be worthy of a single honourable, friendly word from the backbone of the position. And the self-respecting witnesses are soon indecently despised by this slyly flattering Age!

    Oh, human foolish credulity, who has already made frivolous instruction an example of your own, thus attaching to ...

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    VARIATIONS

     

    Responsible duty is still a pleasant weight on my shoulders, so I know: it would be good to live and hope! No one answers my wandering questions with deaf prayers, while the unruly present embraces me with its suffocating tentacles, and common horrors break against me; I would be paralyzed by the cries of the chains of the chains that want to tease. I stand helpless, alone, on the known, much-traveled road of my future!

    With sleepless, crow's-feet-covered, glassy honey-eyes I stare into the deliberately deafening mosquito-bite night: help, compassion, pity are of no use at most, if with giving, holy love someone takes my sweating two hands in mercy.

    Pitfalls, pitiful wolf-traps Hidden in the depths of the scheming, insidious eyes - They break upon my merely remaining, settled life unceasingly: who else with angelic devotion Can extend his hand to me in bounty?! For by my self-pitying pains I may at least know that I am still alive! For now I&...

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    DANGERS WITHOUT A HAND


     

    Chasing a hundred dangers. I open my ears permanently. I open the honest scales of truth-telling words to sound only when my stubborn muteness permits. The harmony of eternal mountain silence might richly embrace me, if I did not dip my melancholy head in the thick of petty daily cares.

    I bury my true pearls on the other's grave, anxious and trembling. Must I fall down in the midst of Existence, or can I stay afloat a little while longer, like a boat-barge wandering aimlessly among the waves? In myself, as in a comfortable prison cell, I am imprisoned in degrees of pessimistic self-pity waiting to be spoken to. If at least the superfluous, unmanageable burdens of my cares multiply, I have someone to share them with!

    Forgetful friends weave a web around me, While I measure with timed precision the Time so fertile. Life's joyous arches I should gleefully gloat, Like a mad scarecrow, who laughs at the crowds Of cawing, pitying crows ...

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    WHAT CAN BE HELD?

     

    Time, you cursed starving, insufferable, céda-deaf, bulky, cudar torrent. Who took away from me the remaining Pandora's hope that on the turning wheel of my things, with sure change, my new self-certainty might be born - where now do you hide who I was?!

    How much in me still of accepting, unselfish trust; Of ever-watchful suspicion, boyish timidity, In which conscious doubt grows new roots of fears?! I would ask you and confess you, if I could, at once, with a thundering rib-cage, with a thundering heart. You scarcely worthy of a word! Only from the orphan abyss of my depths I hear a lost voice still insistently crying to me.

    My imagined, idyllic desires are demanding, toiling - Dreams, sunk in the depths of Atlantis, can no longer sing, no longer tell. Towards the gaping throat of wave-crying fierce eddies The unanswered whys are inexorably moving! - If only you would speak to me once more, I would answer - But you'll not flow bac...

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    CHASING 24 HOURS

     

    In chasing myself, I got to the point where I was slowly being chased on all sides. A bitter, mournful little boy thus weeps in the self-devouring flame-fire of his own self-devouring plans. What did I, an apostate, unhappy alamusian, wish to achieve, to realize, when even the most stalwart would have been consumed - like rusting millstones - by a legitimate self-doubt, a boyish doubt.

    Time has never asked - but with a deliberate impulse it has taken and taken away countless things, opportunities: how much I have lost in twenty years or so! I watched her betray herself as a Janus-faced gambler, and become a consummate lady in the name of pseudo-glory. People! I have not looked back on this sneaking past as some have. Rather as the accounts of my voluntary temptations.

    Wanting favors never appealed to me. The bond of friendships thought unbreakable is still mine! The penitent voluntariness of my loneliness, like a ton of weight dragging me down to...

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    WHO CAN BE SAFE ME?

     

    Self-sacrificing, fertile Demeter-eyes cry in infantile, frightened fear. Shivering, still running, the tearful holy pain would flee from it, while in the depths of a crushed conscience my half-shy, boyish self follows me, kindly urging me: may I remain a little naive child again!

    He avoids me or grimaces, but in a whimsical, funny way - he leaps in front of me like a lively, little five-year-old, a tiny, tiny, tiny child, and makes a confession in defence of innocence: "You've grown up so completely!" he mutters sincerely. Inside, behind my secret soul-parties, a whimsical romance and a constant desire to be complimentary and mortality are now combined with a playfulness that is both understanding and accepting.

    In the field of my boyhood orphanhood a fist-sized hole gapes, and at the tips of my fingers the tingle of immortal confessions passes through and through, my budding moments, like flames of peat quivering on a bait-flint. ...

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    YOU MUST FILL


     

    You always examine the context of things within yourself, and what falls out in the meantime is left unprotected. Another essence-slice of your self-conscious past. It is still you, yes! Little links of your much-lessoned past are linked together to spit in the face of the marcona challenges of the ongoing present.

    For he who holds up victory as a self-serving, rich trophy for his own use is a little always forced into the skin of losers - you are bound for your fleeting moments and the wounding sting of the moment requires in an illuminating flash of selfish bliss, even to seek it out on the Ariadne's telephone you find! Which leader is sooner or later consoled by hand!

    For boredom and universal dullness only makes you lazy, incites you to dullness - you must fill the fillable daily life of your yew-flower life with the usable ideas of content, to believe in Being at last! And why you are always striving for the better, the more beau...

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    I WAS NOT! 

     

    I have not been a creative head of a family, I have not yet been cuddled by the miserly, cursed Being with the cries of a lively child. My career, if I have had one, I have had tears and friends. Conscious attraction to the inward soul Nourished in me the stubborn insistence To give up-not to give up yet totally-when my arrowing, foolish mind Searched curiously on the altars of unattainable loves As the immortal desires of the decipherable All.

    I am a man: though more fallible-fallen than most. My circulating idylls soon fell from their baskets. Malignant, insidious theories never lifted me; humility and curiosity spurred me on to ever more profound mysteries of unknown origin. Nor did I embark on endless adventures, the end of which was measured by the scales of my pessimistic self-pity. I could only utter, in silent whispered piss-words, the beating of my beating heart through silent voices.

    The sacred myriad laws of eye-stars I therefore dilig...

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    UNINVITED NEST BUILDER

     

    To the sword of flatterers my stubborn impulse never led. Contrary to contempt, if I have disguised my selfish right To rebel against the System that would fuse as a pattern The flames of sparkling reason!

    I found a home in literary circles instead. I could be alone in the square corner of my room with the basic works that never belittled my modest abilities - nor could they question me with the immortal hieroglyphics of their letters. A memento - if there was one - I might have left a little, when I manuscripted the secret behind-the-scenes of workshop-works. I could also add a little of my gunpowder-blasting insights to my eureka grabber!

    I never wanted to flatter, to insidiously bid for the better, to sneak interests forward to gain new successes as a method of vile cowards! From dawn till dusk the sober robot of redemptive innovation throbbed in the intersections of my nervous system; and I spared neither time nor trouble to pull the hidden s...

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    SREAM-SONATA


     

    My tongue - true -, now only dadogj-gyagogja loud Jericho trumpet would call from the hearts of the hearts of the wicked-galad people to the spark-man! Conscious anxiety in my soul took root beneath me, When Twilight visited me with her haunting, murderous shadows.

    If my black, dead shadow, like a murderer-friend, had followed me, silently clinging to the cheap fabric of my dress, I would have run on, trembling, and fled. Owls hooted at the ghostly hour, so I answered them: Protect me, if you can, sleepless birds of the night! Help me - I who know not this nightmare, bohemian night of Pest. In barely-lit alley-corners cosmum-cooked cockatiels were beaten by brutal-unruly financial pimps. Then I was perhaps the most cowardly in my credulity!

    It was then that the ghost of my abject humility was born in me, and it has not abated since. Then was the murderous night, my foolish, childish Yorick, cloaked in hornets! I wove my knight-errant to s...

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    GUARANTEED END

     

    The abbreviated mirror of your life is but the one sure-fire, solid flash in time and space of your lived heartbeat. Yet for you it is priceless microcosmic history. You ponder, pacing your path, wondering: "Who can decide the hesitant decisions of your next steps, if your existence is at a crossroads?

    We cannot venture into a jungle of sneaky, corruptible masses of people. Existence is short, barely a day-old egg; pregnant with anxiety. Our reason would rebel against it, but we are silent for the umpteenth time. The hyena-claw of dangers is ever upon us, and like a stalking beast of prey, watches our faltering footsteps.

    The poppy-eyed mounds of our lives, like the purple cups of our hearts, scarce keep us alive: we cultivate them with unceasing stubborn selfishness till our heart attacks, our organ-killers, are torn - our soul's strength, like a taut rope, is like the yawning throat of the chasms we fear, cowardly and bravely, before t...

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     HUMAN CHOICE

     

    Scraping in the shelter of the soul, the pain is stirring. From the marshlands of my tormenting fears, fear pecks food for itself. What can I tell you, men, with my tears that can be broken?! For you have always misunderstood me, you would not understand that the ghostly tremors of the midnight shivers in me down in the deep play Death's tide and pound on my breast the thundering rhythms of my delayed heart.

    The crying silence within me would flee to walls; the delayed, trembling child - cowering shadows on my room's wall lurk for prey to stalk. There are prickly noises in this earthly world outside. The closed parts of the circle of our perces threaten universally. Into a bottomless abyss falls this pitiful life, if no one hold back thy arm to pull back: the laurels of shame-crying spleen-grieves, if they take not care of thee so embodied.
    Thus the Nirvana of serpent-tongued refusals is consummated: it is fulfilled, like just satisfaction a...

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    LABYRINTH

     

    Every day my nerves are sawed in two, crucified by everyday petty, pathetic worries. If I could, I'd cling like a deceitful monkey-cub to my Darling's lap, Who would with kisses lull his selfish torments to Existence. In the highways of nerve paths, connection, injury and joy are embodied in the elemental sense. The faces for the umpteenth time gloat.

    Beyond the self-protective shell of my loneliness that still exists, and always on guard, what could have been, now neither speaks to me nor speaks to me. I am disgusted by this deliberately deceived conspiracy of interests: tooth for tooth! Why should anyone live in this world who would sacrifice himself for the sake of irresponsible others?!

    Neither volcanic, incandescent explosions of anger, nor vomitous, insidious rage, nor seductive career-building strategies, nor winning advertising campaigns can help. I will break out of my preserved canned circle of my own free will, if I want to - I...

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    OUTSIDE ROADS

     

    On the silvery mirror of the restless shimmering lake, the gentle boat is still swinging, lost in its own ring. In it two heroic men with clasped hands hesitate. Fair daughter of Poseidon! Hold out to me your redeeming hand. In the midst of the whirlwind storms of my soul, for doubt and the piteous suicidal coward's moment of grief have been around me for days, poisoning the wells of my soul. When once every sinful circle comes to an end, If I take no heed - it closes in on me! 

    My hesitant loving heart also loves to see clearly the connections of earthly things that tremble firmly. Often it questions my pensive, sober judgments, my reason seems to turn against me. My soul: a besieged, much-sacrificed ruin, my love teases at its closed gates. - Outside, crows settle on the still trembling skeletal arms of oaks, cawing and sobbing, for they know: all passing is also a wasteland, it is worthless if the cycle of rebirth does not follow the laws of Be...

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    IT WOULD ME NICE

     

    Perhaps there are still Men somewhere, for only Time and fashion are ever changing - but not the virtues! It may be that the revelry of wicked, wicked vigilantes will last somewhere for a long time to come - yet in the depths of glowing souls romantic hopes still burn and live: while in the word of one another's bawdy ornery hangmen Don Quixote swears his love...

    Circumstances have long since changed, fateful and lowly. In me, I have not grown, like the crackling oak of my bones, to stand my ground and stand the beaten mud in defiance! Behind my clown-mask only my true being's tear-striving charms may be revealed!

    I have fought many battles, and if need be I have fought, I have withstood the squinting siege of faking witnesses, of sly linguists - who, according to sympathy, hand each other the career-handcuffs, and the merit-threshold!

    My life has been in dignified retreat since I myself was allowed to guard my manuscripts: I ha...

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    THEY WANT TO BE BLIND!

     

    Do they want to remain blind who have been relegated to this tiny, tiny island of a cupcake country as Robinsons?! And the hundred-colored, creative mother earth: the disgraced larder of earthly plenty, the opportunity once spoken of by the European spirit, and blessed or cursed, if the poet lived, in changing, man-trying ages.

    No one wants to see the world-blinding pain of children-mothers, the incubator-scream of babies, the exotic-babooning ceda-glance of lovers, or the sincere love of a host as a friend, the bread-hungry revenge-rage of joblessness: do they want to remain blind forever?!

    When the daily food that satisfies their hunger has become an astronomical privilege, and when they are knee-deep in muddy, massive mud in fine, expensive shoes and needle-heeled mannequin feet! And when little kings in their gaiety found new dumps, gaping mines, from which the treasure flows out of the pockets of the leaky pockets. If the lady calls the pled...

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    XXI. CENTURY VIEW OF LIFE

     

    Where are our youth heading, to ruins or creation? Above, a sleepless man, trampling on the age of Christ, ponders his blundering failures, while inside, a small child, broken in spirit, cries out. A confused, meaningless sound-orchestral ant-circus chirp-chirp-chirp. Hysterical mall divas, shopping queens for whom a single purchase is a collection of useful treasures, and it is not impossible that they ignore discounts and special offers; with their arrogant chicken-whispering, they are themselves inedible idiots!

    Their ambitious hopes for the universal world stink like mash or massive manure juice - already stinging your olfactory senses, your follicular almonds, from afar. Crystal-clear sage-judgments lie like embezzled cards in the bottomless depths of human skulls. Here even morality is hesitant, often hesitating and sick. The most sacred word of honour is given for false rabbit-wren promises, when after seven heartbeats it runs into Bushido law!

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    PEACE OF MIND

     

    Tashev Tasev's work Tasev's work is a work of love. It's been a few decades since the selfish cloak of fertile loneliness has spread over my head. Exhausting perplexity howls in my ears, as if I were in a state of acting nerves: am I doing my work, my hobby chipping away at it, well? Is it just that my mood swings can be quickly broken?

    Often my cramped stomach trembles, my operated leg aches for pointless goals. The pedantic fitter, who watches the fly as well as the needle in the haystack, ever watches with watchful patience over vulnerable pleasures from me. I have been always merry-funny, human in inhumanities, to outweigh the smug camp of villains.

    But while others build merit and careers for themselves out of pain and heart-breaking anguish, he forges prestige out of being a dutiful henchman, who, with executioner's hands, crushes and tramples underfoot his less fortunate fellows; and, mocking his master, makes a gigolo of h...

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    REMAIN

     

    However unknown, however uncertain the gaping abyss of the future, you can know for yourself that humanity and the Spirit can surely help you find yourself. The wavering Existence seems a thin line of light, while sure handshakes willingly endure.

    To set out into the conscious unknown, as an adventurous, eager explorer, you should first learn to thrive on your own in your world. In the immortal memory-rumours much cherished in your soul Where still with delight-sweet smiles your eternal Dearest's loving gaze sends you a message, Where, stuck outside the circle, you may be left to ponder.

    And when you step out of there into the street-cosy-dense outer world, you are forced to hide in the shadow of your shadow's lurking coat-cover; you fear and tremble at the legitimate possibility of being hurt, of being exposed - the exposure may affect you personally! - Often the warning conscience will alert you: a faithful partner would sincerely accep...

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    DEEP CONTEMPLATION


     

    It would be well for the more learned well-headed, cavalier gentlemen, and gentlemanly ladies, if this present céda-time were not a tremendously indifferent, and unlivable hunger-stricken one: which, instead of merit and sympathy, would be content with cheap humanity and luminous thoughts.

    That is fully satisfied with the happiness it can find, but knows it is fragile and vulnerable, and longs for real relationships instead of the cheap, fake cakes of merit: that which is still sober and humanly reasonable, and all is proper and well-mannered!

    For the path of this present worldly self is now largely guided by boorish stupidity and smiling idiocy, as well as by sectarian rudeness, and between senseless barbarism it tosses and tosses, and if it finds ideas that it wants to innovate, it immediately accepts them, submitting to the hypocritical rules that can be bribed!

    Now everyone wants to pinch the glorious positions of pow...

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    ELEGY

     

    Please stretch your velvet-virgin hand over the blanket and embrace me again like an orphaned child. The marbles of the rain-beads on the trembling window-glass are a message of great pains, witnessed by a conscience still helpless and at a loss.

    I would bury my gasped head in thy creative lap, searching thy being, while youth departs from me swiftly and quickly. Farewell to me tonight, dear. Outside, with the barca-fluff of the Leth-mists, doth the sleeper and the native roam. Thy flower-clad face, imprisoned, grows pale, thy exotic and bewitching perfumes lose their colour.

    Tomorrow you, too, will emerge from our dear, carefully tended love-nest, like a diligent swallow or dove, to join us on our journey. Our mind-numbing, drudging days are calling to you. Now the orphan-thief night comes closer to us. Reach out thy crimson-petalled lips to me, that I may sniff thy kisses like a clumsy busy bee. That I may hold thee in my arms a little while lo...

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    BALLAD ABOUT YOUTH 

     

    They flanged and partied with seventy yuppies. Their blessed, holy-virginity, saved for their first woman-night, soon died away. Their purity, like a spotless virtue, was dusted and smeared. Fallen teen-age mothers, young ladies, you shed your true pearls of hyacinth flowers in a shower of rain when the blessing seemed to be fulfilled on you - in the island of incubators, you cried for helpers who gave, and the infant-smelling helplessness.

    For rather temptingly took joy to graze in light-twisting malls, multiplex centres, dazzling ballroom windows - your desperate instinct-motherhoods screaming despair, stopping in alarm and easily attempting a mating flip for rash abortions. In second-hand nappy-cradles near churches, the shivering cribs of orphaned babies doomed to helplessness quiver.

    I would call you as a halo with the age of the angels of peace - your restless, broken hearts are daily haunted by responsibility and just guilt: somewhere in a...

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    DEFIANT

     

    I'm an adult now! I haven't listened to anything else for twelve years. I'd like to find my secure place, to claim the roots of Being in a world that's been beaten down to the bone. Often, I do not deny it, I act like the innocent, whining child who has been slapped, I shout back or kick and stomp.

    For I could not be balanced in my solitude, till my vicious executioner's hands had not calculated their ball-jointed fist in the pit of my stomach, or my shattered ribs had not wounded my breathless lungs. The light of thy redeeming holy smile, To fill the shining universe.

    I know well I should not need to be always in me, without thee I shall never be. A shadow fell stealthily across the damp cobblestones. Someone's been hit again....
    In my sleepless nights I whimper to myself in restrained anger; I walk a swaying tightrope on the trapeze of insecurity.

    Wrecked, drunken man-wrecks teasingly call out their plea...

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    SOURCE

     

    I am often like one who bears a strange wound, and weeps with pity, which, if I say a word or an insult, suffers and suffers - it still aches and hurts. I bear my fears in this divided time, in the everlasting turmoil of the perpetual turmoil, and in the Janus-faced tumult of man and time.

    Otherwise, my heart is forever anxious and restless, when I see even infant mothers irresponsibly cooing in indifference, love-seeking babies in incubators. On the wandering and desperate canvas of my mind, the Orwellian close-up seems to unfold: human wrecks trampling over each other in the interest of a single idea, thought, interest.

    My brain was invaded by a different cloud of revenge. Who in this world of interests will get the chance of redemption?  - On the thin edge of my sleep and wakefulness, I feel such infarcted vulnerability - a more acute than vulnerability, and a glowing, agonizing perplexity if my CV is rejected by occupational HR employees...

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    JUST TRULY

     

    Don't believe my clownish smile, which grins at you with a dumb buffoonery, when I would make conversation with you, and at your urging, only miming richly, with a grinning, idiotic, wild face before me, I give you the whole of my being. I would hide my childish vulnerability between the loops of my chubby cheeks - the watchful ember of my attention is now incessantly blazing and illuminating my essence.

    The lonely ashes of my orphanhood. I gather in a larger breath the orphaned beating of my heart - inwardly, like a child trembling for its mother, I would crawl into thy cradling lap. My face, wounded with tears by the harness of anguish and sorrow, If none should see: like a shamed man I would bathe my panting, lost soul in thy heavenly face. I would fain, before the altar-moment, we could flee together in valour; I would run to thee, and through the envy of human emotions, not understood.

    From a soldier of my lady's soldier to a wrestli...

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     A SLEEPLESS NIGHT

     

    When a starry, panther-bodied night, like a hibernating waking coma patient, spreads out on my beautifully made bed, like another plea for mercy, or a whispering prayer, my day over my head. 

    I gaze with childish fright at mourners who carry in urns alone the human, wasting mourning, while a defenceless little girl buries her linen-blond head in her mother's arms.

    Ó! What fatal battles thou hast, dear human soul! I would flee, if I could, into caressing, tender maternal bosom. My blessed, forgiving Dearest would charm my panting, bald locks-but dully, murderous-haunted, the claw of night comes evermore, Like the wounded knife sprays; Her moon's crescent gold falls on me Like spikes of sparking showers!

    In my joyful arms I would hold thy flaming Angel-body. Trembling with the vows of stupefied sighs of the Omnipotence, I murmur, 'Thinkest thou still of me now and then, Sweet? I cannot avoid my suspicion that we ca...

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     STONE-COLOURED MINES

     

    Like everyone who is not afraid, and has a heart of stone to show his emotions in prison, I too live in the shelter provided, free to go in and out. This present World leads me to certain despair, and the ships of my aims and ideas Soon sink on the fierce snares of human wickedness.

    In social crowds too I am more and more lost-alone! The forced, ever-talked of failure, negative pessimism has broken me, like an innocent prisoner-slave condemned to galley slavery; my under-confidence in men has been shaken by the waning decay of the soul! My broken-necked naked helplessness is, in many cases, the clamorous warning of a helpless child. From my heart, thorns of lace berry bushes Sharp spears plunge as they wound.

    I cry out - if heard - to humanity! Hear me! And as at the gates of a few self-assured cowering souls I have rung the bonging alarm-bell as herald: my cries are not yet heeded. All around me, like a tentacled octopus with a thousand arms, th...

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    MITOLOGY

     

    Hairy, pusillanimous Marsyas crooned to his beloved sea nymph, wailed with childlike fervour, and like a heroic-loving muse, bowed his panting head. It is in vain! All may be in vain! In vain did he call on woodland Diana for help, Clinging to the divine fate of thunderbolts, Good father to the gods: A self-shelter of merciless vengeance, Of foul intrigue, of foul hubris.

    Perhaps he could not know that the sea-nymph, the chattering-horse, the Martian Marcius, his faithful love, had accepted. In vain would I recount to thee the memory of my useless man-tormenting useless pains, and all the conquering romantic fancies, tentatively conceived and stuck on this earth, to whom I have waited, gentle but persistent, for my loving compliments to kiss. Your career-centred, flaming heart I feel for me unrelieved, and you learn no more lesson by example: as I endured my unrelenting flaying from Apollo for you.

    And so it seems to go on till the world be. And ...

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     FRIEND AND COMPANY


     

    I would have sought conscious shelter in the shell-world, as a necessary, inevitable self-discovery, in which my eternal wandering mind might be enlightened, and now I would seek a companion in this earthly One-world. For the umpteenth time, the idle minute, like the mouth of tadpole-embryos, hesitates within me, while the blood-blasting holy fire of twilight gleams back on the crystals of weary windows.

    Many a time have I been compelled to listen to the scrape of words hammering on the tweaked marrow of my brain: at once sculpted and then captured by the shape-shifting thought. Could my exhausting labours be of any use?! Endless Executioner-Time, thou at once cursed and cast out from the unsteady paths of human existence - in me still the consciousness struggles on, like the instincts of circulating molecules of tireless cells; all may one day be clear and right!

    Man, this earthly creature, is now not only vile, but indifferent to the co...

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    GO WITH PEACE

     

    I know that every day I see the fact that family togetherness is full of selfish, warring interests, and romantic love is a deceitful tactic. This is how one buries oneself in two-tiered loneliness, because even if one wants to believe that one can change, one can surrender to the logic of thoughtful relationships.

    The will often explodes like an atom - it can provoke unpredictable, unpredictable quarrels - then we should quickly retreat to no man's land, voluntarily, and ponder the weight of our sinful, gallant words. In glaring, naked-eyes, too, armour often squeaks that the kiss is about to kill, enriched by human instinct-feeling, the ancient fog-formula of "hate and love" at the same time.

    So why, laughing and crying, can we run over each other?! This is how the secret weapon of love and love's suicidal suicide destroys everything in itself; wildly raging bull impulses can flare up again and a single minute is too long - th...

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    UNATTAINABLE EDEN

     

    When we were very young and tender, when the unattainable Eden secretly came to us, and love rode on our elastic spines in the immortal fulfilment of the Universe, and we died as two bodies, like heroic lovers existing for each other in the holy heat of the moment. To each other's delight-quenching budding lips we asserted, "I love you" - And entwined in each other, like a creeping, twisting amber, like a lava-flame, redeeming joy also breathed out voices of prayer.

    And yet, tempted to sin, a solemn night Brought to two in love's sinful days Eighty and absolution in hellish days. The malleable plasticine of our bodies was instinctively joined. Each of us became an integral part of the other, and the secret happiness that existed for each other: the fearful anxiety in us became a disembodied sentinel: "You will never leave me, will you?! I need you!

    Your lily-headed head, like a giving petal unfolding itself, leaned silently...

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    A CONVERSIONAL VIEW

     

    You see I'm still here for you. For your body, budding from the chalices of buds, I would fly to you with listening words. I am different from most of the brainwashed. A vulnerable child with a bruised head, a wound that heals only when you comfort it with your healing kisses.

    In the deep pool of my trembling eyes, if you look, you can see my fugitive past. My lips would still praise thee, and the self-sacrificing angel-mirror of thy being. My dear, my dear, you know I am still very afraid: in my stunned soul the cacophony is so great when can there be a separate peace with redemption?!

    On my face the horror of conscious devil-spasm Hides behind my smile. My heart, like a clinking iron, is burdened with heavy boulders, For all is long since broken at home, And not a day can pass without a delay in defence. Perplexity approaches daily, and if I am not careful I shall soon be tempted to die in terror for thy crystal-clear holy smile!

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    MAN WATCH OUT!

     

    Man, you poor man! You who could scarcely restrain the torturing, murderous desires of your greed within yourself, and who, by your easy gain, have pushed your victims towards the craters of misery: to you is my only friendly advice to be taken today.
    Be ever vigilantly watchful of your honour, and guard rather as a guardian flame your morality, your unselfish responsibility for others.

    For this is your only armour of valiant endurance! Thou hast often been a molasses, a sissy, or a weak-willed wretch, who in nightmares often wet himself, and was diapered like a little child in his twenties, - so support the selfless humanity-manes by stubborn defiance-example yourself faithfully!

    Thou hast already paid with interest the honeyed preaching of thy tuition, thy animal labour, the honeyed preaching of thy career-baiting; if thou chase thy petty successes too long in thy stubborn and greedy gorging, thou shalt rot and soon fall as from the tree...

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    AVAILABLE

     

    Who's thinking of me? Maybe he's not human anymore, but he's an Angel. He holds some memory-conjuration from the expanding mists of present time's past, which float around me, fluttering and fluttering. Since there is no one I dared to believe in. I've been held captive by the snare of an assured fear.

    A wounded unworthiness, in which the half-scared fright of an orphaned child lingers After his mother's lap, and seldom, when a caring fatherly mind Looks upon me, an uncommon smile Seems to flash across the corner of my mouth.

    Somewhere shines, perhaps even for me, the spark-bright Peace-mosol that redeems and embraces me in persecuted nightmares. A gentle, intoxicating dream-vision passes, While it enfolds me in a gentle caress. When I end the silence within myself - fearful - , my trembling childish self dies with me. With pessimism this sneaking world approaches me. Soul-roots are growing in the crater-depths of my inner...

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    DOG-SLEEP

     

    Like a ship ready to sink, my life is bobbing. Above me, it's been bending steadily for almost nine years. Hopelessness's tormenting prison-pocca Of hopelessness bravely raises Golgotha's dikes, And human malice has long since itched My Vendetta's elbows' plague-stricken truth. No friend or help is near or far!

    The multitude of my acquaintances, if I remember them half-way, With fair messages make amends for my late meetings. Someone I feel is waiting for me, His sacred golden heart of jingling would give me as a gift; His gazelle-test glides to and fro in my memories, In the embodiments of my imagined dreams, And like a redeeming, caressing caress My ear andalusianly listens to the beating, Tiny, immortal minutes of his beautiful heart.

    The draught often whispers to me my dull despairs. The caressing feathers of her velvet-skin, like the caressing wings of an angel, are comfortingly spread upon me - the superstitious one-ness...

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    A CONSCIOUS EMOTION

     

    And as a hidden, apocryphal message, the absolute formulaic fact of the all-filling All: as two hands simultaneously twenty searching fingers boil into one in the flames of immortal, loving sighs, and the macro-biology of the sinning body is moulded into the ripe substance of the embodied flesh-waist in the glowing furnaces of sincere emotion.

    Our eye-stellations shone together like a marriage of planetary islands, And while eternity's gift fell upon us, Our fervent bodies were enriched by the faithful tender bestowal- Then smiled the comforting sun in a golden halo from behind the clouds of cotton wool. We could rebuild our new shelter of love's home, in each other's cellular system, to the depths; the crystal of existence made sense seemed to radiate to us the priceless myriad treasures of deserved happiness.

    The redemptive harmony of our instinct unfolded its witnessing Morse code: what else was hidden over our heads in the expandi...

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    TEAR-SECRETS

     

    Ask not of me how I do my true pearls' pleading entreaties for my dear ones, And how my evil days run like a deliberately restrained ghost. Instead of my beloved's redeeming lap, my cozy bunk-bed is still my only bedroll, my welcoming resting-place. If you ask my conscience, it may honestly and truthfully tell you that my crocodile-large tears, like palm-trees in my ripe coconut eyes, like all-seeing mirrors, show anything of themselves.

    Even now in my wounded soul the little child is hysterical, babbling, orphaned, like a little forest animal howling after its mother. And if my Enkidu body is forced to run away, or even to flee, and an Angel spreads its protective wings over my head - I can know that at least in these ever-widening, concentric circles, someone's little heart, growing buds, beats for me! - If you ask me how my lost, hopeless impulse Can make me spill my deaf and dumb in a shower of rain, And reveal my cowardly secrets thus sile...

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    BETWEEN DOUBTS

     

    I've never been swaddled by prideful vanity. I backed away half-heartedly out of childish tact. My nomadic instinct was the only guiding star to protect and guide me in my seclusion, and the example: even in the muddy swamp of insidious sneakiness I tried to remain a Man!

    Now I still wait, my doubts clutching my heart in a vise. I still wish I could moor again on the andalic sandhills of two shores. Saviour, holy Peace, where art thou? The fierce ant-struggle of quarrymen rattles busily in the cogs of my brain, while my crypt-arms on the sands of days roar into the abyss! 

    Unwaveringly I give-not-give myself! It is now a universal, moral rule. My self-contradictory, self-contradictory conscience raises an altar: how shall the continuation of existence be conceived? The other half of my soul, my partner in my wound, where art thou now?! My unquenchable hope of finding thee sooner or later I'm sure to find thee While my wavering faith ...

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    TO THE WITNESSES

     

    We should reorganize, knead, or just confess honestly and clearly the deeds of Action, our common cause-work, - to meet universally in a handshake, in a swirl of hands clasping for thoughts, where purpose and will may yet again bear witness and faith, even if its ascending spiral course should suddenly break and fall, and from whence the sacred torchlight of enlightenment be released into our human brainwashing!

    From ideas, creative ideas, let innovative, refreshing spirituality spring up, so that the free-thinking process may be fulfilled and become reality in this man-hating wild hooliganism, and reason may not sink in the raging flood of universally expandable idiocy! -May the timid, wounded prophet return from the harmony-dividing peace-maiden of forests, to whose voice the echoing voice of forest-mountains answers with Jericho trumpets, and may the hermit, who has been waiting so long, whipping himself with spiralling whirlpools of doubt, return to sa...

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    WHO WILL YOU LIVE WITH? 

     

    When man, this still insidious gambler, has thrown away his valuable, lasting things - to say what: true, good, honest - he will stare hesitantly and in bewilderment at our books of morality and beauty, like a misguided, manipulated idiot, while the lost memory is dying. 

    There may yet be some who will turn to good account the thought-provoking testimonies of the fiction; when the ancient mind, too, is anointed with useful, creative spirits! 

    And will this weak, mediocre man ever understand that he is obliged to keep and guard within himself, as a mark of stigma, the human law: the great Humanity, which never asks in self-sacrifice - but gives?! And will the sentimental and sacred trust of the common evening stories remain? From where can there be progress towards a more accepting social attitude?

    Will there still remain, in the reddening sunset of immortal romances, the fateful vow: "If you accept me, you will be by my s...

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    BECAUSE IT CAN BE DONE!

     

    I am building one brick after another in myself, like a Sisyphus-nasaur of bricks, and perhaps that very day I will tear down the prison walls of my smug loneliness! I'll build it, that I may consciously protect what I have acquired willingly and out of curiosity, and to which I still cling with stubborn iron will, or else I shall soon be lost.

    And only in this way can I remain, can I be, an experimental man. Thus may this noble calling, of decisive conception, remain an eternal and recurring cycle: let not the remains of your humanity be moulded, like marble, on your bitterly built path of pearls, if you are not careful.

    And let not goodness and honesty, neither in thy words nor in thy deeds, be as rotten eggs in thee. Morality will grow in thee, and sound in thee as a warning bell of the soul, for thus only can this world, which is a world of sand and mischief, be both enduring and human! Otherwise it can hardly be: if each man in himself, ...

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    WANDERING ADOLESCENT

     

    I am a cursed, wretched, wandering adolescent, who is daily awakened by the devil's spasmodic habit, by the night of the garabon, - a holy conviction searches among the raging impulses of man. In my haunted eyes the honest thirst of true pearls is oft broken, and strained under the crushing rock-clinches. 

    And if I have become a man, a philosopher, who huddles in his owl-castle-room all day long, hiding his books in his study, the moral, redeeming shelter is ever awake in me: with the flame of humanity I may still be better. Oh, how often my tiger-arms are surprised by the vile doubt that grinds my fat, hollow body. I have become a blind hopelessness, who even now misses the comforting nearness of a mother's bosom as much as an orphan child misses the redeeming cuddle of a baby! 

    I have been a cultural hermit for thirty years, and while I am forced into emigration by the servitude of sneaking, material interests. My vulnerabilit...

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    BETWEEN DUSK AND NIGHT

     

    My bunk, like a rocking-chair, Rise up like a Janci, nodding, Illegally to and fro in the desolate darkness. My heart with vain hopes I sleep: idyllic dreams with their silken gowns have wrapped my desires. Immortal compliments, everlasting romances my faithful sole allies. 

    And if I am wounded by Existence, or my loved ones have a secret - like a true pearl locked in a shell I let it reveal itself willingly, like the silken petals of a tender flower, in the privacy of a secret-taboo. It is not often good to lie so sure, so helpless to know and to feel that from a far-off land Someone may still be thinking of me - suddenly gone, like a fleeting snapshot of this wanderful, hesitant afternoon. 

    The sky is unconscionably deep and pitch-dark, like a gloomy gloom that surrounds me and frightens me. Where is now the deer's eye of my immortal Dearest, to which I could have clung with sure knowledge?! My thoughts would call to her and call ...

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    IN THE BEGINING AT WAS

     

    In the beginning there were but so many - Through the brooms of hesitating, fluttering eyes A drop of true pearl trembled, And happiness with bright broken stars sent signs of heavenly joy. Our hesitant, flirtatious awkwardness, like confiding accomplices, was mutually confessed and forgiven. 

    In the beginning, the electric lightning touch of softly searching fingertips sizzled as the eternal spark of immortal-original love; the higher dimension of transcendence, was sparked within us. Whoever heard the fidelity-demanding and sacred melodies of our thundering throb for each other, secretly, as if already guilty, winked slyly into our eyes. 

    At the beginning he asked us, curious and playful, with a childish and clumsy suspicion: 'Do you love me, dear eternal?' Is it all right if my faults, like rapid barriers, often block the way to my fulfilment, to the liberating tomorrow? In Existence, like a hundred times a buzzing, tinkling ...

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    FULLMOON-FACADE

    TELIHOLD-ARCULAT

     Who has ever seen a wolf-crying nightmare on a night of the pure white moon? In clouds of lamb's-coat-clad clouds, As a lurking assassin, with his death-torch-lights, Hiding with his yellow tiger-clawed lights. When the true pearls were frozen on the broken brooms of the trembling lashes, And on the walls of my room he frightened me with the cowering shadows of tigers. 

    In the corners of crescent-edged mouths, something broken, Between lips still scorching with desire, The insidious squeaks of flickering south-egg fear, In soul-dug Kharübdis trenches, moon-filled bun-hills, That whimpered numbly at the motions of trembling fingers. 

    Can he touch the deepening craters of the yellowing moons?! From all eternity, flashing with glaring mischievous lights, Densely-charged spaceships glide up and down The star-continents of cosmic nebulae. Who can truly know the moons? They guard, they attract, they chase, they repel....

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    I WANT TO KNOW MYSELF

     

    I have often been ashamed of my weakness, and wept for my sorrow, like a wounded, wounded child. A negative remark, or a howling witch-hunt, My tearful eyes have cast off the mask of happiness with ease. Gutted tunnels or sewer-lines, even human entrails spill with rich heartiness on building plots. 

    The future of Nineveh is infected with uncertainty, bearing witness to the living testimonies of the past, while the spirits of interest can only squander and waste for their own benefit. - I was a fool, I know, now I'll be more stoic and careful: like the rushing of a river without banks, I'll be stubborn, who can be harmed neither by dams nor reservoirs, the sudden ruin of days will still oppress me. What could not be may come to pass, and what is past may come to pass, and there is no need to be bitter about it! 

    I am ashamed of my broken vulnerability, for I would trust myself to the immortal All, if I could meet the One-Father ...

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    SOURCE

     

    I was defending myself against men, when troubles were all around me, and I could no longer find a refuge - a way out - somewhere, or go anywhere with the stamp of cowardice, when the self-aggrandizing wild-peppered pansy-headed people grinned at me, and the Linguistics Department had already declared Attila the Hun against me. I must still have had the strength of my sober, stretched-out insanity, and my inner, broken suicidal self took account of my exclusion, - then I thought of the deliberate non-understanding I had voluntarily accepted, and I bet on the foolish hope. 

    With pathetic confidence I can only survive despicable human atrocities if I still safely preserve my passive separateness as an object of ridicule. And yet I could not find a home of receptive cultural minds around me. - When I was surrounded, like a ravenous wolf-trap in my nerves, like a cacophonous string, when universal terror was in a hubbub, the devil's spasmodic agony ca...

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    FUTURE YEARS

     

    The wound still beats you many times over. My body preferred to endure and bear the scars, verbal aggression, humiliating blows - was it time to humble myself into adulthood? But I was forced to guard my defiantly stubborn childish self, because I clung to my toys with selfless joy and persistent love, like a curious child playing, because I dared to believe that it was only possible without anxious rules, without nightmarish, sleepy fears, without being confined by useless barriers. 

    And that in the evening the Dear One's death-wish is always waiting, cuddled and cherished, and that the permanent, solid fulfilment of the All can never be a burdensome but liberating relief. He who, actively and thoughtfully called, would have liked to keep the naive child within himself, may learn to fall and rise even sooner. Frightened by the burnt-out sternness of adults, and the insidious weaponry of sneering villainous interests! 

    I have failed...

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    A PRAYER TO THE PEOPLE 

     

    I am a hedgehog! Spiny, shy, curling, marcona spike-ball. And I retreat to my silent lair beneath the forest's undergrowth. I am well alone, and conscious solitude preserves my inventive fertility. No matter nowadays what iron cat's-tooth traps greedy man-hunters set against me, or what greater wolf-hungry beasts make a dash for my life - I need no more pity, it would only make me more tearful! 

    I have become like one who is always doubting himself. My stubborn, stubborn bumble-foot is rubbed by the carpet-continence of mosses. I cannot let anyone bribe me. It is so good to have a forest around me in the south, full of excitement. Let every man be reconciled to my antlered thorns. 

    But I am also a man: naive, hesitant, sickly, and beside the evil and the trampling I call upon you: beware, and if you can, protect me. What is a meaningful existence on earth worth if I am only myself?! If my companions are but grasses like spears, ...

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    WHERE ARE WE?! 

     

    In my foggy, hazy future, I am only just now glimpsing the illuminating essence. Is there still enough humanity and compassion left in my narrow path to pursue a career that is clearly and honestly attainable?! 
    We need people of understanding and acceptance, so that we do not have to burn in a humiliating, spat-on blush of shame for decades with our eyes downcast, when we have already subjected everything to the indifference of false interests. 

    If we continue to develop in such a deformed way, weeds and bumps will grow on the complimentary roses of immortal romances, and prodigal man will regress to a snarling animal - he will live true, but foolishly and corruptibly! And he who has been deceived by the biting pincers of insidious intentions, no longer thinks at all! 

    In our brains, though still busily, still actively, like a feverish gizmo, and a million visible molecules-cells, still actively murmuring, and brainstorming...

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    NAIVE KNOWLEDGE

     

    I know well: the hypocritical crowd of men with Janus-like mouths and money laughs, but you will understand everything, if I confess to you, as an honest coward, my difficulties of a million words. If you could see that literature has become a great affair of my heart, and the creative consciousness that greedily foams my days in it, you would understand and stroke me again with your swan-hands. 

    If you could see how much forced diligence I protect and guard the marbles of my stubborn face from the searching eyes lurking at the end points of my exhaustion, they would already flow into abundant streams, and if, because of you, conscious helplessness were to threaten my secure livelihood - I would go with you, perhaps forever!

    For believe me, there is a spiritual pain that my childish vulnerability, my naive, gullible misfortune cannot endure. And even now the muffled voice of many rings in my ears: "Thou hast been a coward and a traitor,...

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    SPEAK FROM THE HEART

     

    I listen in my tachycardic heart to the wild dance that my panting, greedy blood is waging against me, and if only the raging anger I feel for "some" could be quieted -where interests often clash, conflicts that can be manipulated, like fierce, abandoned beasts going to each other's throats. 

    I know: I must be alone to reach the truth, the honesty, the Good of this world. Decades have passed with vain and dull promises, And more virtuous, perhaps, is the thought than the deed. For man cannot always remain an animal, vile, and wicked! Two things should be carved in stone, that he may not forget: to love and to give unselfishly! 

    Today, the miserable, deserted, pathetic dare-devil of the minute-men is on: value and money are soon to change hands with the grasping hands of interest, and while he who in his honour has tried to survive spotlessly, untarnished - has fallen to the bottom of a gaping pit! 

    Can the d...

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    I root

     

    I have tried to look into the eyes of the hunter of the uncertain Future, as a content librarian, a caring researcher. From my soul, too, as a thoughtful act of giving, of scrubbing for culture - thoughtful word-flowers, paradigm-predictions, sprouted. Already a secret voice in my soul, which only I can listen to, and which I could pass on to someone in love, if we could meet and listen. 

    But I wait and actively seek. The confidential voice of morality often catches me by the scruff of the neck, and chokes me in my responsibility: how could one come to sell one's own personality, even an affordable commodity?! I cannot find the words. I need to find again the humanity that is both a gift and a key to the heart, like loyalty or a trust that has been robbed. 

    In there, the fallible soul of Golgotha feels eternal redemption only when humanity finds it accurately and bears witness. In this present inner cataclysm, in the world's new...

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    FINITE TAILORED

     


    In my dream I saw a bone-cracking Golgotha-Death. The frozen, deep-throated earth was gaping. In my life I had scarcely been honoured, and now the wintry sky paid me with fossilized pearls. Tears were flowing on my hands. All were staggering in mute stupor, Chaplin figures of the underworld still standing - the tidy grey heap of my ashes was blown by the stray wind, while my late ghost fluttered disembodied among them. My soul was still wounded, but free, disembodied, like ripe fruit. Believed or not they who wrote my former name above, My soul, eagerly obstinate to not-give itself, trembled but for the literature that fell, And the active diodes of my foaming and foolishly crawling brain I scattered in my manuscripts as messages. 

    A pearl-bright little angel, trembling, clutched immortal Dearest, - who once, with ever-loyal devotion in his heart, Held me in caracan, now, showing his grief, and yet, as a token of noble dignity, Gave back to Mo...

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    WOUNDS TO MY FACE

     

    My face, like a wandering, orphaned soul, faces my whole reality. My whole being is wounded and ready to flee, while in my soul an orphan boy looks into the night. Thus I wander, homeless, even to manhood. Between Light and Shadow, I willfully shred myself, as if with purpose dreading to enter some one's heart. 

    My whole being, like a love-drinking beast, would cling to the happy heaven-views with longing, - hiding behind them the shipwrecked pains of my broken schooldays. My soul's often-empty black chasm Would long at last to fill with meaningful, livable life, That my brooding Enkidu face, sinful with true pearls, May be caressed with kiss-blessings by the redeeming Angel-grace. 

    Man! Get thee within thyself at last, and be not helpless in thy heart! Behold the day of sacrifice: with its dying, happy rays Before it bleeds to death in the red of the Helios-egene - It bathes its fruits with honey-sweetness for the last time to ...

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    Volunteer prisoner

     

    The night surprises me more and more strangely. I'll be a dark-faced shadow-rab, Tightened in moon-yellow shackles, If a dog's bark wakes me or surprises me. My house has long since been surrounded and guarded by knife-tooths flashing sharply from moon-craters, and like a shining cop drawn on relieuxes - the moon paints the walls of my room with panther-patterned stripes. 

    Striped, guilty, condemned, the objects and furniture have become like those registered by a bargained System; my pyjamas, like the striped prison uniform of a saffander. Now I lie in the summer night - vigil among men with a stranger - like the innocent convict between friendly bars. 

    For I have deliberately chosen my captivity, which now protects rather than sunsets me. I dabble not in bohemian irresponsibility in the blindly happy dark. My prison has become my redeeming companion, while my solitude, where I may set right the world's outcast happenings. ...

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    INSIDERS

     

    I look at you with the guilty, betrayed hesitation of initiates, cruel life. Thou sneaky, lying, self-serving, to the core. I know well how, in thy now aimless and aimless waving, thou hast trampled on the will of men. 

    On the Niagara of my life I thought we would go together, waving his immortal hand: my stigma-guilty golgotha-soul has had almost all that has happened to me that makes the breaking steel as soft as the untrue amber-indents of everyday life. Red-pink spots burn my face: on the craters of my mg-not-understanding, which now like a drowning freedom thirsts for the enriching touch. 

    In ages degenerated into puddles, I had to crawl on all fours like an animal, and endure the shackle-stretching treacheries. The hot-headed determination of youths I would envy but now: with stubborn obstinacy their willful characancies blaze in the place of their light-hearted hearts. 

    As a dragonfly, or as a tiny beetle, softly f...

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    TO THE MUSE

     

    From the thick branches of my days I have gone up to look at you
     With deliberate confidence 
    - For I knew you always 
    you'd still be waiting for me in the shelter of our years.
     I can't waste what seems like a surplus
     I'd be a waste of my life with you by my side.
     You're burning around me 
    Like a caring firefly 
    secret star of a man, 
    and you are forced to burn brightly as 
    as a flame of unceasing flame, 
    and shine like a petal of a flower without ceasing.
     
    With stubborn stubborn head I could conceal
     I am a coward and a cowardly vomit,
     that thy stubborn stubbornness with thee
     ...will yet be with me... 
    and make me grow a new suit of armour.
     on my vulnerable conscience.

     - Thou didst caress it as long as thou couldst

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    SUSTAINABLE SOUL

     

    In the sky, an innocent island of summer clouds, a bride's foam wreath. The tamed sunny horizon shines, conveying calm and harmony. The twilight bleeds half-bleeding ostentatiously. Beneath the peach-tree the girl next door promises a rendezvous, While behind the flower-beds Angel-lady flirt-bimbos with a feeling wolf-eyes. 

    Like a struggling beast, weary, in death's pose The panting body falls; like a diamond blanket of stars The night covers it. His blessed arm this hesitant, and gentle angel-wing Stretches on the nest of balmy harmony. The swollen elephant's foot still aches. In the precious sweat-stars of her hair there pulsate the superstitious, unquenchable sparks of the All in the mouth-that thrill.

    To the hesitant miccic of hero-lovers The words of fidelity are hushed. Their outspoken spirits have become as light as foam. In their colourful, translucent world rainbow-roses explode beneficently. Their spirits unfurled, lik...

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    IF YOU COULD SEE ME NOW

     

    Oh, if you could only see it now! I know many of you would wonder. "Why didn't you marry, little bear?" - My years are still sluggishly knocking, while my naughty, naughty, naughty children-whiskers are not blooming for me! I tread the corruptible path of blind dates. I am learning to know men. 

    Clean paper and ink wait diligently on my desk. One experiments: if at first one does not succeed as one had carefully planned, one doubts, and continues to accuse oneself in a bitter way. Yet it can be useful if it does not subordinate everything to its compulsive compulsive regret. If he learns to believe, perhaps, that he has a sure mission on this earth. 

    But believe me, the courage of the brave rabbits is their cowardice in flight. So I struggle still between despairs and slothful weaknesses of will - My deceived heart's beating pumps ever more violently. I am consoled, my dear good friends, if you have often visited me on...

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    MIRROR MEASUREMENT

     

    A nest of worry - a hesitantly concealed feeling,
     followed by a million and one,
     as my silent fears in my soul, the question: 
    How and where else can I continue my life?
     The bliss of Being can hardly be exchanged,
     And stinging too, 
    if there be no nurse's hand left to hold me! 

    But beneath my oppressed elipsis head
     Often a cat and mouse play,
     ...and the absence of action is made a dagger and a pestle.
     From the furrows of my furrowed brow
     my sad eyes, like jackals, flash to the sky. 

    Whiplashes of flashing emotions,
     If any man will not redeem me, and support me.
     I can scarcely stand!
     - I have seen many a Janus-turncoat
     who with kisses of foot have tickled
     to make themselves famous,
     or esteem.
     For in my heart his baitin...

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    BEFORE THE VERANDA


     

    My heart looks to the future, ponders and pines. I look into myself, caring, young and agagast mind, yet in the world deep in touch, I may find my place one day. The mood-wave beats in me like a rippling ocean wave: a mischievous round dance of the rapids. 

    I look back to my irremediable past, where the howling hyena's cries, like scalpels, have torn a goodly portion of my soul's flesh. Once I have cursed myself, and repentance is in me. Years of flesh-smothering sorrow, which for the umpteenth time would have buried the humanity I thought to be solid under ruins - the interest-ridden minute-man's world, like a cattle-drawn carriage, I no longer understand what I am doing here! 

    Who sent me on this journey? And who will save me from the craters of derailment?! It should be now that man, straightening himself, may at last emerge from his valleys of waves to the hopeful brightness. Like the fearful warning of Jericho: ...

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    Facing

     

    I look into a gleaming crystal mirror, and there I see an orphaned, trembling child instead of myself. He grins wickedly, he pukes, he laughs and laughs. He stumbles, ashamed of himself, as if he had been wounded in a million shapes, and mocks - most of the time holding up a crooked mirror to himself. 

    I feel my Enkidu-cheeks curiously inward, and with my fine executioner's blade, like a miniature sword, I cut the thorny carpet of my stubble. For all I see is the wounded one within, and the unplated fallibility. - Like the eye of the true pearl in the valley of shells, it loosens, and from the void of the deeps it secretly emerges. In its throat like a snow-white marble on the tamed surface of the seas. Foolish wanderer? Perhaps! The meaning should be confessed responsibly, so that we may be equal in the curved mirror to the accelerating changes of our lives. 

    Each man sinks back, like a treasure-scraper Into the whirlpool of Being ...

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    SKULL'S BAY

     

    In the skulls' caverns, in silent, untidy solitude, In future-weaving, mournful, wailing, alarmed voices nestle, Watching in witnessing, womb-like silence, the devil's spasms of the soul.
    They are still mine, for they have found a home with me. In my ears long ago the conscious exile of exile hath nestled his lowly cries.

    My nerves, like a thousand times unruly lightning-bulbs, are bonging, howling naked - the hangman's Time is breaking through my lived ruins of existence. They fly, from one track to the next with my blind lament, With motherless sobs my thoughts warn of the future! - From the corners of my eyes a prodigal dream-rain oozes, for there is no Dear One here on whom I can still bravely lean! 

    In the pots of my chin-shattered mirrors The pine-woods of the deformed birch-fringed beret- Its rasping, wild voice like the dragging draw-string Whirrs like a whirring clatter. My shrunken, earthly life is shut up, My ri...

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    TO THE LIGHT-FAVOURITE DARLING

     

    With petal-winged saintly hands, with sun-baked bronze Eve-skin, came the Angel of Destiny in a dress of light, in a glorious diamond moon-coat, swiftly towards me. 

    What strange game did she tempt me to play? Her proud, fair soul was touched: she lay like a butterfly's wing of rainbows at my side. The earthly Universe could be ours now, Tangible in our souls she moved, As when the pearls of our happiness were clinging to golden resin, To bear witness of their immortality.

    Could he have been the hope of all the present?! On her soft, proud hips, graceful as deer's, like serpents, the proud geometric curves of her proud hips, Wove like undulating waves; and in her broken circles her superstitious rope-dance and her swerves, Through which her rhythmically quivering, superstitious body, Like a million sunbeams of sunshine, fell the glow of her starry talismanic loins.

    Beneath her bewitching figure, her love-starved girlish shy...

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    AS A CHILD-ADULT


     

    When you get to ground zero,
     When you get to the point when you're at a zero
    So, after thirty, he'll pick up his soul on the stray wall
     The cruel inventory: you may change but seldom! 
    He striveth in his twofold solitude
     To arrange its fragments in the expanding Time. 
    These thoughts have seared my flesh
     - So publicly abused by others, when 
    I left myself with intent.

    I was unworthy of this foolish earthly existence,
     for I could hardly find myself. 
    In a world always inquiring and inquiring 
    With my mind I was trampled to the ground, 
    and often with tears and begging... 
    With eyes of Golgotha within myself
     I cherished suicidal thoughts. 
    Perhaps I should have given up for good
     this vile, pathetic towel. 
    In my hesitant, Sisyphus-believing...

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    Squeak


     

    I've been crying and deep-rollick  yet I'm One-World! In my soul millions of human violins are trembling together and curses and arias are circling in this present hothouse!
    Nerves and molecular shudders pass, When I think of the inward secrets of faces. I only miss that all outward appearances and glazes are points of superficiality, that all real, inward values vanish in a flash when others are infected with mindless, brainwashed indifference. 

    We are deliberately forced to hide the secret, inner present, and our exposed human skin is tormented because of this, so that it almost aches pitifully. 
    The invisible essence is written with true pearls in sinful eyes - decipherable - but only with open, seeing eyes. Eternal human secrets blinking with the soul in a single bite of the All. 
    Something incessantly draws and then draws to itself in an ancient crossfire of gazes seeking the True, the Nobl...

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     The bright radiance of your being


     

    When I touch a fleeting idyllic thought, so that it may take wing and fly - as this morning, when the immortal eternal moment stops and trembles at my feet, though I really sought, hesitantly and stumblingly, a complimentary romance. 
    He the blessed Dearest the light of my eye, The flaming breath of my living conscience. 
    I feel, when he sends me his message, that I am held in thrall by the intoxicating promise.

    The instinctive molecules of my blood flow tingling through the secret tunnels of my body. I would search for you in this patchwork of hard-to-live existence. Speak to me always! 
    Be my bulwark if need be - my protective refuge, so that what we have sworn to each other in a million forms may be an everlasting heart-law! 
    For shining in burning light you blaze with your smile like a glowing candle flame - you know: Without thee I am scattered, soon to fall from the rusty cogs of the world. ...

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    COWERING COWARDICE

     

    If being has already decided well in advance - it is better to keep it to yourself and consider it: 
    There's a great robbery in the world, and a fool in the world! While here within: in thy noble and living heart All human intentions may pulsate and concentrate, If thou dost not lose thy worth. 

    Thy material resources, or thy scraps of dwindling bread-wages, Which thy boss unjustly denies thee, Thou seldom hast, and thy dreams in dark chambers of drawers Thou hast long since kept, For the starting stakes are still too low to start. Thou hast stubble, soap, and toothbrush - the material inventory is ready - But if in thy vulnerable soul the soul's bell, understanding and sentimental, No longer can silence the majority which thou hast vainly collected, be useless. 

    You can't exist if you've given up your humanity: think well where you'll step out alone from here; with a biting claw, like a lurking poacher-h...

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     DREAM HISTORY

     

    For when I dream of myself
     my furrowed face becomes a newborn baby.
    On my crumpled bunk-bed
     - it happens - I find it hard to sleep. 
    In my soul long a blinding gloom,
     ...a suicidal silence. 
    I've always needed a holy Someone for my deserved existence,
     To pull me back from the Calvary of your self-pity. 
    There I would have fled still, 
    that the very thought of my fears might not hurt. 

    Cowering like a blind man in terror. 
    I waited for Tomorrow, 
    the chance to be 
    who was left a survivor, a wasting survivor, shaping his life,
    because he had lived it all. 

    Unexpectedly and suddenly opened
     The wings of the law of everything: 
    cherry-cheeked twilight, 
    A symphony of cherry-tree cherries 
    like a magnet - budding
     Promise and tempt...

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    MEASURES OF FEELINGS


      
      

    How could you have stayed on your feet in a winged, life-saving stupor when some angelic fairy wasted her rich, multicoloured gaze on you alone?! You're no good at dating or relationships. Trying - for who knows how long - to sell yourself in the digital chat-rooms of the internet: complimenting and pleasing is not the same as having the courage to go to a brunette bombshell in the flesh. 

    What are the chances of those who try all their lives and never get there? - The willingness to commit suicide is forgivable, because you have to realise that success has become a word for money these days. How can you survive without any interests, when everyone profits from how one person can outwit another! 

    Yet you still have some laughable, moral-human expectations of others that amount to total ridicule: clumsy well-being has replaced idyllic romances. They seek prey, more prey, as slaves, while hoping for a...

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    DISCONNECTED CONNECTION


      
      


    Somewhere, the secret hieroglyphic dialogue of language must have been disconnected. Somewhere all the barbarian-tahos have been reduced to a petty mass. Like child-mothers producing like industrious machines their babies daily reared in the captivity of incubators. It's as if somewhere all significant emotional connections have been severed... 

    Another day they may be giving a heart massage at a bus stop to someone they originally thought was drunk or on drugs. Nor should they buy life-saving bouquets of flowers from doting grandmothers out of naked pity - there can be no creative harmony without balance. In more and more places, the cosmic Gap is growing, instead of reforms being born from a so-called lasting cooperation, and not just from stooge oligarchs becoming rich men! 

    Blood is oozing from the corners of bitten promises; there is no one to comfort with maternal instinct the orphan c...

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    APE-LIKE FAME


      
      


    Like the bleeding, armoured arthropod the child puts into his temporarily constructed insect collection - the man of this vile age collects trophies, pathetic medals. He does not even notice until his hands have made ten thousand of his antique stars of fame shine. They have always possessed and skimmed the wealth of others as rich catches, while at sacred feasts worthy of emperors they bathed in debauched orgies, like blood-growing brutes, out of themselves, greedy wolves, their dead and drunken memories have concocted for themselves embellished, syrupy images of desire. 

    The autumn creation myth has been recreated and proclaimed by testosterone-infused titans, exotic divas, who are the toasties of a healthy lifestyle, but who marinate in the world of gyms for twenty-four hours a day. Whether it's the rampant, decadent superficiality: boorish tackiness is now everywhere, or the overblown pop-culture celeb...

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    DEGREE-UPGRADE


      
      
    Our skin has been scarred by unnecessary wounds, our beating hearts by the calculated mathematics of the Universe. Heroic romance and kissing pathos degrade themselves into equations never understood, into lying, petty manipulations of emotions. Through your organs you become accustomed to the cosmic Absence and the filled orphanhood.

    Even in your altered memories, a consciously unpleasant insect or two will appear; a worm, a flea or a louse - if you are not careful - will easily bite you. 

    Hardly ever will the Dear One clasp to you the petrified amber drops, or tearfully cry, "How I love you!" - Somewhere, perhaps, in the dawn's reddish mart of dawns, The comet of evening dawns may yet be seen, Writing eternal love-hope in wounded hearts, As a continent of speeding planets. Meteor showers greet, who in the pool Of clouded eyes yet beholds The flaming, dotted lace of sincerity. 

    In ...

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    A VEILED PATH OF SINS


      


    Spent surgical threads are woven, knotted and cut by the Parka. They are carrying bundles of sins and transgressions. Dead souls in the baskets of the damned underworld. To survive in the no-man's-land is a creative discipline, and blind luck can no longer favour anyone! The calculated, fixed dualism of Existence is decided for the time being by a body threatening prison cells. Like a bird, the Icarus wing suddenly begins to flap with a desperate will to survive, a timed countdown with the will to live.

    How many things we had to deliberately miss while we were young and believed our interconnected, sacred things would change again. - A total series of connected minute-people fabricate for themselves a photocopied success story; a host of self-serving, self-indulgent, over-anointed puppets dressed as luxury gigolos cherish pink wet dreams. Every real relationship becomes a dead-end, a grey-haired, underworld quarter. 

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    GUEST PRODUCER TIME


      
      With each stroke, Time stops and then bounces away with ease. Through the cursed crossroads of hairpin bends and blunders, My blood carries its life-giving oxygen through the pessimistic hour of my restless existence. Deeply cut, hide-and-seek wounds, underestimated, murderous-treacherous brushstrokes dot the sub-surface layers of my face; my wandering, wandering soul. 

    Where is my consoling Dearest, who with one glance of the Universe would heal my wounds, and on the ruins of new days would greet me with the Phoenix-silver of hope?! - Alas, for every misguided, derailed day Something is already to blame, and hard-earned trust may easily fall to ruin. I'd rather have a harmonious peace. All the adrenaline-addicted challenge-day, self-puffing, is now a useless show-off. 

    The test of strength is always the nobler heart and morality. In the tangled chains of tragedies, we should not be looking for scapegoats. In ...

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    Two-pills

     
      
      This was still to come. You gave your goose-skinned body without a sob to fear and the knowledge of love. From bubble-darkness slowly before thee it shed Its petals like naseous desire, Like the sheer flame of angelic mate. Instinct and delicate caress moved to a beat, And on crumpled sheets itself, as steps, As the magical promise of a kiss, Dividing newer and newer creative buds, marched onward.

    It began a safe swaying before you, like a stretched again the oiled flesh-egg, and in the immortal intoxication of All, like the cleansing fire of enchanted Léthe-rivers, it was so good to dip when two bodies were joined as one - no more was needed for the exalted meetings, and you both already knew the secret answer: the two of you looked together into the uncertain yet familiar future. Even in the deep waters of the years, several self-awareness beacons would light up inside you at once, like the boundless spark of love.

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    LITERAL COLLECTION


      
      


    I have become, though defenceless on all sides, as a helpless cog in the wheels of Shehnona, daily grinding my shipwrecked life. From all sides they call me: 'Say? Was it worth it?! And if so, what will happen next?!" - I would count on human, patronizing hands to divert from my head The noxious, weedy cares of clouds; My two pillars of support are fast left behind! Who knows! 

    Perhaps they were well-earned gold forints, or must have been rightfully guaranteed career-building out of the spiral chains of existence! They thought: It's always been easier and more rewarding for you alone! - While the haunting moonlight stood firm above my head, I could rest easy in my heartbeat. 

    Now in pitch-black cell-grid night Like lepers punished lonely, ugly. My stubborn stubbornness and my friends - they once sheltered me. On the wall of my study, a motion-capture graphite drawing - a safe haven ...

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    Anyway-road


      
      Because nowadays, a comforting, kind word is worth almost nothing. Bony habit is taking over, taking its place on the shores here. I'd rather my loving fingers were caressing and caressing the One-Whale. I can hear it well in advance. 

    Half out of my calm, shaken in my peace, they are not attracted by my real person - but by the open whirlwind-title: How much do I earn? An old child is starting up, preparing in me, who must always be ordered if he is to achieve anything in life. What I secretly hoped for is becoming less and less feasible locked inside myself! - He who would still really feel and see must look long into the cage of an upturned mirror! 

    For the time being, the cheap need for a protective superfluity protects me from the tearing open of wounds and the throwing of new, shrill sisere-words. I always return to my former self on a solid path, - but I also stumble. A great, throbbing barrier is sprea...

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    TRANSITION INCLUDED


      
      

    It's no longer a dignified instinct for life anymore, that there is no artificial jocularity, no twisting of sharp knives in hearts; no social-gap, degraded tsunami of vocabulary, no bittersweet living rot or other ignominy. It is merely life-est instinct mixed with survival - to protest, to rebel when I am, when the hurricane-voice of misdirected ore-chords seems to ring out poisonous hate instead of the word of Peace. 

    The jackal-eyed, bitang latras of Existence are always hunting prey while they lie in ambush. Survival as shrunken, petty patheticness to propaganda brainwashed, welfare dreams washing out the thinking, creative brains of "homo sapiens". I am giddily digesting it, blaming myself. That even nowadays, hard and strict boundaries, exclusion zones called no-man's-land, divide the arrogance of power into tiny, miniature pieces, and that there is no crazier madness than to change things tha...

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    Tolerated mistake


      
      

    For twenty-four hours a day, the bloodless non-stop performance has been going on for life and death. On the human canvas of these oddball comedies, with their unparalleled economy, there is a lying ceda, a scheming bacchanal, or a vile, villainous lator. They persistently lied, they shamelessly lied, they painted the moon-velvet gloom of the soul with their callous senses. In warm, hand-holding glances, romanticisms turned to ice-cold steel, the mimosa emotions of sucker pretties. 

    A clown's stamp may have been worn on the grinning cheeks of many a fool: the World was for canaries with chirping voices, for prima donnas with big breasts! For us, Death and Life behaved just like children spitting for chocolate. - The total lack of cultural gravity as private individuals has totally crushed our very existence. 

    Only the exalted and then falling apart pots of Existence hint at the truth - those who now...

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    Pubic-minutes


      
      

    The monotonous, clattering noise of our clocks. Replaying in turn on the soul's countdown to mortality the trusting moments thought lost. Again we hold on to something when human goodwill greets us, or words of praise knock an email. It's all so obvious now, personal out and in. To appeal to financial support and patronage is one with exploitable, influential opportunities. 

    One's clever, thinking mind turns from hysterical to a raging, rude beast. Where great worldly honours have finally failed, the pile of questions can become nothing. From whom can he expect help and redemptive pardon?! - A greedy, concocted brute - in a career bed he hates himself until he finally hits everyone like a brute. 

    Our treasury of impressionable memories is still full. The careerist daily builds or destroys ant-lives to save his own competencies; he cannot find his redemptive, harmonious place if he has sold h...

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    Deep sighning


     

    A muffled laugh always sounds quietly and not with a guffaw on crying lips. One can no longer see the One-dreams. He has long since run out of credit, his keep, his dignity to earn money. Forgotten to deliberately fall from the outstretched orbs of career ladders - so now he grumbles and wonders to himself: where and where did he go wrong?! Now he merely winks a wink or two, he does not fuss unnecessarily, he eats his brush.

     Even in the midst of heaven-shaking perplexities he is stripped bare. In a storm of fist-fights, it's harder and harder to stay on your feet. Already his alarmist ominous predictions are countered by superiority. And he has yet to learn the taste of certain survival. Tossed between torture and pleasure, halfway through life is living instead, having long since been left in debt. In the twinkling of an eye he can, if need be, make his former promises null and void. For, as a wicked worldly rogue, a false giddy, he has ...

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    EXISTENTIAL HEADACHE


      
     I feel like a shipwrecked wretch, a nobody. That's why I put on a mask to protect myself. Existence, and my life in it, still confesses one thing and another, while the bars built in my hardened inner self lock me in, - like innocent prisoners. Alarm bells are ringing at the gates of my aging, aging heart, for a just fear: no one could remain to save my life.

    I must live my pleasures more slowly and sensibly, for so little of them, so poorly. My romance and my true tears are daily trampled or trampled underfoot. Weekdays of indifference stand a stern watch over me! - Whilst others fithlessly and frivolously live in the world, they cannot suspect that their everyday routine-uniformity can be jeopardized by change at any time, even daily. From under a web of uncertain opportunities, livelihoods and progress are increasingly precarious! 

    It may be a fall from grace - to remain a human being in all circumstances amidst many ...

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    FINAL STATION: COMPLETION!


      
      

    The massive, solid octopus tentacles of worry are reaching out over us. The pitch-black night threatens us with moon-yellow ominous stars. A clinging joy, or a muted sorrow-collage goes on and on - recalled memories never rest. Fear lurks everywhere. In the cellular fibres of man, there is often no assured way out of the bonds of our tangled world. 

    Locked in a seven-tower of multiple pains, no one can belong to another. A childhood in the deep sea has with great difficulty surfaced into a rare-oasis desert of hopeful adulthood. In lives burnt down with a flickering flame, blunders sparingly produced a recipe for survival for others. A vicious wind of memories overflowing over the sound of heart valves. 

    Envies measured in time-shifting, careerist promises violently bursting for unsuspecting people uninitiated have long been wrong: a basic image, repeated in the wrong place at the wrong time, that goes ...

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    Life-finances


      
      

    Human life today is increasingly panic-stricken. It is as if it has been assembled from hurricane elements into a false, temporary Order, to shape and destroy in a trinity of career, fame and greed. Hidden behind covert courting intentions, flirtatious, seductive, insidious proposals are immediately detectable. The bribeable, money-hungry soul has also been transformed into a thin shell of algae in unventilated swamps. 

    Wrinkle-free, blinding toothpaste moths willingly want us to believe that there can still be a point to the sweetness of romance. The glamour of a talmudic suggestion superstitions the eager slaves' workaholic wills daily: they have appropriated the exotic spectacle - whenever they wanted to.

    Shrieking stars, watchful rodents mop incessantly, arm-in-arm. Wounds, unhealed tragedies, have recently been inflicted by the persistent exposure of private lives. They proclaim as star presenters a...

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    INQUIRIES


      
      

    I let the hanging-flower despair that settled on me dissipate in my circulation; staring dumbly in mirrors at the balding spots of the Time that was staring at me in the mirrors. Again the vault of memories that have happened draws me to the hell-hole of cellar-dwellers. Who knows whether the post office will bring the reward for a mutilated living wage without pension contributions in forty-nine years' time? - My blood is still circulating in a mass of masses of blood, even though the World has immediately forgotten about the welfare of those living close to the breadline. 

    The futile and unnecessary developments have multiplied, which in every case end in sensations that are even brighter than the next day, and it may turn out that the understanding and observing Future is no longer even slightly tolerant and empathetic. - There are now few special, whimsical, absurd behaviors unworthy of Existence: cheating is ...

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    CONSCIOUS EXHAUSTION


      
      

    I need to wait in a state of expectant readiness. The millstone of sin's redemption is not much - it's almost overwhelming. As if in the beating of my heart, sometimes, another, more secret, darker melody is ready and mingling, which few listen to. Forever startled, my orphan-eye listens at every age, scanning in search of honest-to-goodness romance. The ambrosial medicine of all-filling All-waterfalls. 

    Many a time have I visited the bumping slopes of idle bliss. The baroque barge of voiced, silenced glances is a ricochet-like lust- For undivided, One-glances have indeed their magic power and secret keys, With which they open soul-petals in their delicate harmony. 

    I cling to the recurring, happier images of my memories, till my prayer fills the superficial complexity of things real and imagined. I wring a cosmic emptiness from myself whenever I must still play honestly and truthfully the greed...

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    REGULATIONS


      
      

    It's not so much the arrival that worries me, but the homesickness of getting on the road. The certainty of a good decision, hidden away for years, that starting something was easier and more comfortable than leaving things behind. Even so, there was no lack of complaints in the stumbles and failures of stumbles: they will get back on their feet and be solved again. 

    The need for completeness will hardly be truncated any longer, at most it will be a little more nuanced and complex. - Many times I would have preferred to cry: enough! - Let all those who still have a human spark left in them and have not given their heads to evil doings apologise! What was the use, then, of bribed hypocrisy, of spiked criticism of public humiliations? Instead of the soaring soaring of private mirth, all would have been well had it been the all-embracing of consolation! 

    The arrowing, wounded pain of common injuries ca...

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    ON A CUT UMBILICAL CORD


      
      

    I sought my refuge so convulsively. I was tired of the leak that left me alone and tormented me. Judgement and words boiled like volcanoes in me like a glowing wasteland. I am still alive, though my days are gradually ruined and damaged by fear of the future and monotony. Like the colour-blind man, who seldom sees a woman's sweet lips, or a wavy rainbow of variegated colours, must balance my will on needle-ropes, and in my buried heart I would rather ask memories and thoughts to give way to the deeper context of manhood! 

    V.I.P.- falls, Don Perinon, a gang of scheming colonel-readers, a gang of deceived, fangs flashing, envy and malice at once, if it takes to turn five minutes of visibility into a national fame, to make the hordes of this earthly, ischamous Styx, almost all of them, a prisoner of its own.

    It is often better to cling to no tears than to no endless chains of broken promises. My slipping sh...

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    Anxiety


      
      On the ship that conquered the universe, it would have been nice to travel far. To feel and to know with earth-shattering, soul-changing music My darling may be with me, to share my joy and sorrow, And feel how my sorrowing heart should ring for her. 

    The silent change of seasons warns me, watches me all the while, to prepare for the real. Through the gloomy veil of restless nights I am often awakened to the wavering, death-rattling minutes. As one whose grievous and now unpardonable sin, that of coward and man in all ages has stuck. 

    The world has long since grown accustomed to the vulgar and the bad, and it seems as if something will never change: even those who want to make friends or acquaintance are beaten to the head. His soul, longing to be mischievous, is always in a state of loss, and he is weary of passing away. 

    The initiative of the avant-garde's form-creating artists has won prizes ...

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    BELIEF WRITING


      
      


    I am constantly asking myself questions. Am I really the one chosen by judgmental vengeance to share with castaways in an unknown, yet common Destiny fate? It's hardly a romantic time to be out for a trip. Stomach-churning, limb-breaking end-length no nasty rain drumming furiously outside. 

    Already the honeyed joy of a proud future has passed me by. Turncoat preachers in grateful scraps continue to holy poison the legacies of cultures daily. That two times two is often five, not four. That the man who treads the withered-drying line of the earth cannot make enough money even when stretched to the yoke. Taxes or overheads will rob him as well as any greedy usurer. 

    What could I have wanted all these years? My memories are shattered like broken glass, and my crying childish self can only understand the confused speeches of my dreams - the endless, merging, clouded waves murmur in my soul the c...

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    OPTIMISM SCEPTICALLY


      


    I am gradually abandoned by my youthful dreams of heroic masculinity: scripts and composed scripts for plays. Slowly, the prison cages of my initial dementia click like a tightened noose on the gears of my mind. Where are the memories of sacred loves, when the immortal power of love could be transmitted at a glance?! 

    Perhaps it is only in me that the flickering, the ever-digesting, slowly fading, they too are leaving me, the friends who once fought for me, and understood that I was born vulnerable, even as a coward. - The physical signs of ageing are gradually taking control of the molecular structure of my mind and body. Nervous storms of emotion and mood greet me, like unexpected guests again. 

    There can be no more peace of mind, no more happiness that can take root and not be tempted daily by the Cerberus dogs of depression. The dripped wax-light of romance is only playing with me. Gradually my sight fades, the...

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    EXPLODED OBSCURITY


      
      


    Secretly, a new pang of remorse; I've outlived myself by another year of embarrassment. I've become a bit of a cheat and a traitor, and even a shipwrecked Robinson, if I look within myself, because I had to play chess with happiness in secret so that no one would see my tears. 

    From my grotesque age my idyllic youth is nowhere to be found. I've squandered my better hopes of what the future might hold. - What to some may be tragicomedy To the likes of me may be merit. I'm not ashamed to have lived as I did, as Damocles' fate despised me. I was a bachelor beggar who had yet to win a pitying glance or pity - not enough. 

    Proud, rathar perc-men spin all fortune's mill-wheels for their own profit. The haunted moonlit night, strewn with mist, still shines on me with the blast of an orb. And all the laths have gone to bed. The port-oases of my childhood are now broken up and for...

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    DESPONDENT UNDERDEVELOPMENT


      


    How many times have I played the role of Being. Not with a beating heart of nobility, with a thundering, holy excitement - more with a stifling, nameless vulgarity, as one who faces death with dignity. I chuckled in my own whimsical, childish purity. His reaper fingers were snow-stained. 

    My time could not yet have come, lying in a hospital bed, as a hunted beast, tied up, for only later could I be tempted to suicide. My stumbling, faithless little man cannot now return from here, - those who will follow me on the long journey have not yet been prepared to appreciate themselves and now, like the blind, stumble in their helpless lethargy. 

    I am daily spilling out some treasure-like, irreplaceable spark of happiness. Someone steals it, uses it, or even crushes it to make sure that it benefits from the refutable idea: my eyes, accustomed to letters, turn into a gaping hole and read only pain in the homes of vulnerable...

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    Over-wintering


      
      

    Visible. Muddy fog is everywhere. The wide, lonely skies of dawn are drenched in milky masses like feathery feathers. Black daggers with bone handles stand like daggers, the frosty trees before advent. On the throats of mountains, like a multitude of melted, unmelted powdered-sugar-glasses, swan-white snow-peaks are created by the desert frost, a chilling, strange drizzle. 

    Love-flame burnt in bleeding rays, happiness weeps and trembles. With frozen wings the living still struggles, hopelessly wavering. The solemn, noble silence is broken by the ominous exegesis of the envious. Twilight, fearful, waves no more to the landscape. 

    Once more a sickly wreck, down below, who wishes to live and limps on. For he is grown great again, and the world's care is his own. They tear each other to pieces, they tear each other to pieces, they tear each other to pieces, they tear each other to pieces, they tear each...

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    Straitjacket-Odyssey


      
      

    My anointed straitjacket may always have been ready. My artificial desires all programmed; vulnerable, conscious anxiety at the limits of reason. The worst is when, with zero empathy-tolerance, I can prove that I'm probably worth as much as anyone else by meddling with the regulation of livelihood by ugly, mundane means. 

    My optimum tolerance produces a frightened shudder in the atrium of my wandering soul, the fragments of even my boyish self are wounded by tears. Determined awakenings to the present are always another disappointing surprise of this now overdone cyber-age.Cages of room corners often guard my dreams while my silent shadow follows, dancing on the prison acid of walls. 

    In my talking eyes I have long since become suspicious of the big picture. Once again, the muddy vomit of the day has been duly affixed to the boldly mouldy, graffiti-covered walls of the housing estates. Bucolic, idyl...

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    Acrid-game


      
      


    Stone me! Yell at my busa head. Rush boldly to your doom, - what is being done today cannot be argument enough, complaint cannot stand, even if the old, degenerate democracy must be given time. It binds man in fetters, like a wolf to a wolf, a bargained prostitute to a pimp - with a vigilant traitorous consciousness, mixed with a treacherous persistence, which ripens constant, petty cat-and-mouse warfare, and therefore the imagined, dreamed future is always uncertain, and sufficiently fallible.

    It absorbs all the false feelings slathered in a smear of sincerity, devours all the hyena-mosquito, killer-orc, narrow business lines: guns and daggers that always only take money for services - boasting of new career promises and perhaps therefore more horrible, more likely to kill than if it did so itself. 

    Those who, as loyal servants, end up as collateral losers, as cogs to be gnawed on. And he who is smu...

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    INSIDE BREAKDOWN

     

    I'm still trying to get my wrestling courage down. Let's see! How much more am I worth?! Now on me the ugly Being is sharpening its teeth, its vivid scalpels - how much more can it bear? Now my fear and terror are still strong upon me. With its true pearl-balls, interrogating, trapping, and playfully sending one and all. A sour game so holy!

     What is all this for? I am gradually losing the happiness I deserve, a rare moment of joy. The sweet smell of celebration slips from the intimate silence that no one could stay by my side. For they've all died, passed on, or just left the stage of Existence. 

    A sour cheerfulness - not so much -, my winter season with melancholy, infected with depression. In my body and soul, as much pain has already gathered, as the volcanic Sunbeams, glowing in the sand dunes, threatening to explode. 

    The future's unconsciousness makes him occasionally half-witted, selfish, unhappy t...

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    Remonstrance

     

     I'll be woken up many times today. Who would have thought long ago that there would be a time when it would be better to hide, or to rest like moles in the ground. To disappear like a wild trail, whimsical and sudden, and to fold myself under myself without sound. Already I deceive myself, I deceive myself, while I endure this relentless, greedy agony driven on by a lucrative career bed, a race for validation. The softening man, outcast, still crying, looks back in me, suddenly searching for his place, his self.

     The old cancerous bottom of crying spasms shakes out of me pain, self-destructive anguish, self-devouring mood. I look through life as one who no longer cares what the moderns or the greats think of him! I am bound here in exile, and what is left is a desolation, and in my heart there can be no refuge of wise peace. - The wandering stairs, like manacles, hold me in, and will not let me go. 

    Arrogant, pitch-born, mongr...

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    ON-CALL IN THIS AGE

     

    In the modern-day throng of gigolos and performance poseurs, this vile crowd of people keeps awake what I try to forget, and shares the intoxicating din of the loud cork. Morality, morality, a realistic awareness of the difficulty of giving what other Western European countries have equal, is obvious. 

    The creative-avant-garde brain of free-thinkers is in a disillusioned, nonsensical, grotesque world that is repeatedly crawling and toppling over itself. Their wild-sencestral word-play simultaneously destroys and creates tongue-destroying apocalypses, with a torrent of pests. In the deep-seated, filthy masses of societies, whoever praises and wishes to enjoy this justly infamous age, wills to wallow with will.- Hence it is that I cast my judging fury unmercifully on those who preached like priests of a better world, and yet everything remains as it was. 

    Snarling, a camp of insidiously petty snake-tongued camps head for their new paradis...

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    ADVERSARY ALCHEMY


      
      

    Reputation-Soak yourself in the vulgar hyena-ring of the nobles, and remain untarnished, crystal-clear, proud, and noble in humanity. Wrestle one-true adversary daily within yourself; your selfish, stubborn pride. They who have made you a profiteering, profiteering holy-useful commodity, sold as a pile of luxury goods, and have scattered their unending curses through a fierce shower of thorn-blades upon you, cannot succeed in breaking down the manners of your defiant-conceited resistance. 

     Fate-Fate will sooner drain the downfall, If thou dost not keep thy firm will, but risk all. Instead of virtuous martyrdom, you may yet learn to tremble with the spark-grandeur of moments; - In a land of scarred, savage evils, when empathy is already shivering in a spastic way, greedier, snazzier, more vain Celeb-steppeople show joke-peaches on billboards; you may always remain stubborn-defiant resistant value-losing, willful ...

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    Persian-garden


      
      In the distracted, humid gloom, when the secret face of our love is frozen on the common canvas of our pasts from which there can be no escape we should not dream to heights - but here in the creative home of the earth it would be good to realize the sacred, exalted beats of secrets in the cosmos-ground of hearts. 

    For the umpteenth time, human souls turn with purpose from the pace of their paths of the dead. For the silent-speaking curved-mirrors too, more often than they should, cry their selfish wax-puppet lovers. In their glory, canary party queens, unbridled by celeb-luxury, indulge in trend-dictating seance orgies; as a single orphaned, expendable rose, any award-winning beauty can be hired and sold.

    A sea of giant chick-baiters, tank-trapping boomers, an underworldly troupe of bawdy-house bimbos spinning like a wheel of fortune above the bubble-shaped surface. Self-tattooed eternal moths imagine a miracle of pla...

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    HERO-SUMERSAULT


      
      


    The seven-stringed tightrope walk of the Herro-Bukfencek - I realised long ago - is not for me. I'm accused of being lazy, of being vain. Where else could I go with so much excess weight ready to go astray? I try to flap my wings only on the ground of compliments and outdated romances. I seldom think about the foolish, the thoughtless. Their celeb waxworks can be altered at any time and at will.

    I also have my inner secret labyrinth of sense instinct to guide me. The frivolous illicit needling of the ceda angels against my nature's rebellion - my obsessive wobbles can only be removed by the One Possible Human Law. The crater-holes of my eyes are shadowed by tearfully riming sky-crevices, and the world's vast-scale aberrations are always harder, more caustic to correct than even individual aberrations.

    Even now there are harder dawns, when I chase stubborn dreams; I could, if I dared, open my h...

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    ICARUSIAN APPLICATION


      
      

    From the foaming mouth of the rumbling, bustling circulation, the evening waterfall light shoots out. Diamond-grinding butterfly-stars team in their rich gravitational ellipse orbits on the ice-cold shell-skin of cosmos. Like a square inch of smoky net-cloth, everything is enveloped in an otherworldly, dark smog-mask. The moonlight tumbles drunkenly between the filthy, vomit-smelling cobblestones; its tiny, fanciful sparks break on each other. 

    The tabby, coquettish moon has been colonised again by scavenging fellows. In the hormonal molecules of our bodies our secret Time-pump pumps up and down. To sounds that quiver from siren's lips, the everyday "fear" clusters in the well of the soul - This can no longer be a peaceful, harmonious metropolis, where once fields of flowers unfurled their petals on the lawns of peaceful playgrounds, and idyllic children's tinkling, idyllic children's tinkles fil...

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    CONTEMPORARY WOUND-SCRATCHING


      
      


    I have never received the redemptive pardon of criminals. I was forced to lick my stigma scars like a dog, until I was totally disappointed and totally disappointed in my disillusioned impulse among false prophets, and played with full-blown worms. For whether it be a small, tender scar, or a scout's scar, or a car accident-induced study wound, the bone-cracking, fierce-galad pain reaches to the very core of the soul, and there it penetrates like a digestive poison. 

    To endure silently out of the circle, its fate may at any time become accustomed to man's vulnerability, and with will and patience, even with hand-holding dreams in his hands. It is increasingly difficult to behave as a human being in a world beyond the eyelids. It would be better to be a cowering beast, though forced to live, to tell the future on the pages of the codex of the secrets of Being, to decipher: how many more trials, how many...

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    NAVIGATION COLLISIONS


      
      

    A violated life, like a trunk or a legacy that should no longer be revealed, because it is so secretive and confidential. Like stretched skin, the epithelial cells of our dead memories are piled up: molecules, cells - the bent man degrades himself into a petty, opportunistic beggar. Everyone longs to know himself. His distant goals are long overdue, his cheap jelly has long since dried, stuck like glue. 

    Deliberate dread, fear is humiliated by self-harming prejudice. Hippo-clouded mirages sway the simple desires of busy life. Fooled by many with seductive promises of a future that ignorant, despicable saints can make worthy, heaps of career dreams. A forced desertion of blind, pathetic expectations awaits the simple people, that they could not reveal, nor show the morality of their essence. They have had to endure, to bear, the fact that they can never turn their cherished, simple plans into nothing from angelic mirac...

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    POSTMODERN ZOO


      
      

    The man of the present postmodern age is inoculated with greedy crudeness, with deliberate business-like leeching and palaver, like a constantly feeding, inedible leech parasite. The human enigma, which has deceived and defrauded itself a million times, shows its ever more advantageous physiognomy as a vile Janus face. 

    The teardrop, playing hide-and-seek from time to time, is like a cracked eggshell, a precise and accurate depiction of eviscerating conditions, so that the more profits reaped in surplus by the methods of predatory economies must be pocketed and put aside by those whose intention is to open a business here. - A bellowing mass of sheep, a gang of scavengers, a mob of sheep, all sharing like sheep, running, screaming, clinging to a cheap Black Friday action with a free password, because they have a single, pure goal in front of them, brainwashed: to buy and want.

    The risk of being kidnapped is ...

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    THE PAPER CROWN OF HUMILITY


      
      
    Has Humanity been banned everywhere? Depraved, backward human hordes dictate their bacchanalian-daridocious regimes of cheap vulnerability, of prostitution for sale, for sale. From the crossfire of starving murderous eyes, where can they hide, who still have the sacred romance still flaming and pulsating, the last refuge of salvation?! 

    Disciplined, culture-denouncing neighbors instantly tear apart, shred the grotesque truths of their curved mirrors. Like tamed frogs, or amphibious tamers: the individual individual's free thought is nowadays drowned in bribable taming. Even the stars play on the cosmos-sphere of other voices, while they form trapezoidal pots instead of celestial planets; it is easier now to find spiny-bellied, spiky-bellied newt-passers by the sackful than to find hunched, alamusian Prophets in a ring of false witnesses. 

    Conspiratorial bribery is also in vogue among squid-eared office...

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    FEMALE INTELLECT

    FEMALE INTELLECT
      
      

    Even now you won't leave me alone! Even now, you lure me to you with ever more deceitful ways, with wiles and charms. It would be well to see through the secrets of your lying heart, like a sieve with two holes, in the ancient way of the soul's scribes, so that you may once and for all throw off the lying, inciting calculation, and leave only the power of outcast love. Now you should wonder, if you have no one to stay in this world with your old head, who will save you from yourself? 

    Thou canst not know whether the hungry worms of the barren frozen earth Will eat thee early, that they may take great delight in thee, As they seek new delicacies. From the shattered fragments of thy private life, seldom, if ever, can be left, the happiness of family! - With thy light, lecherous, icy smile, thou canst have any whom thou dost charm; thy infatuation, if it existed, is growing feeble and vain, howeve...

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    Nice one i hope they learn the hard way to as well that they malfunction cant keep composure so they hide and confronts you they yell but the facts is hidden that there scared we both know how they feel to bad for them nice poem man keep up the nice work!


      
      Dragons and their loyal servant-like subjects raced in mass sensationalist action in Lamborghinis or Ferraris to take on the more glamorous 21st century present. A desperate horror overcame right-thinking free-thinking intellectuals. Coming down to earth, at the height of good connections, anyone can become a multi-billionaire according to the corruptible law of materials. 

    Corporate knight-errantry is just as much a way of enriching their collective coffers as cheap, small-time celebrity-sensations. Exotic, angelic beauties grinned like sunbeam fools, having long been led to believe that anything-anyone-can be bribed. Their shared illusions had become the pink-syrup dream image of a luxury lifestyle's bacchanalia of debauchery. They were unworthy of the heights. Covered to the neck with dirty mud and dirty greasy banknotes, their scratch-off gold credit cards.

    They should have tried to understand, to understand, t...

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    Channel-stinks


      
      


    Those who have chosen a luxurious lifestyle are already covered in fierce sewer fumes. They've laid it all on the line just to make sure they lose the winning streak. Shaking his head in horror, the working man looks ahead: a perpetual, petty slave to the mercenary businessman. Already everyone is slyly saving themselves by worrying about money-Istene. No soul-talking, fine speeches, no wise admonitions, have been of any use. The turning of slowed rings of years on the petals of hearts ever signify: the Time is drawing nigh, when all that was shall be speeded away. 

    And there'll be no more unnecessary Botox, no more glue-paste collagen. Nail-biting luxury wives and party-faced divas will beg for friendships that can be pathetically bribed with larvae-like faces, still believing their lives have become a drumstick to the bottom. 

    They face the uncertain future with dread, for they too kno...

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    INNOCENT OFFICERS


      
      


    I often think of myself as weakening prey. Who can be struck at any moment, unexpectedly and surreptitiously. Sophisticated cruelties, disguised insidiousness My secrets now lurking everywhere infect. Our life above the surface is often more fragmented and subterranean, like the sordid little lives of worms and creepers. 

    It is as if every action were a predictable, grotesque mirror, which, in its crystal shards, jealously guards the unadulterated morality and the Self. - In the sly eyes of wild beasts, the prey instinct has cast flaming rays and has already penetrated into the deep layers of consciousness where few can walk. 

    So that the unattainable infinite can finally be realised: everyone is already making memories of the past, of what a Lego or a puzzle toy can hold. An objective witness to fragmentary truths. With honesty, it is less and less often possible for someone who feels he has gi...

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    COOPERATION

    COOPERATION
      
      


    I don't know what I'll say yet... - I should follow my heart. A honeyed, celebratory silence spreads its wings with deliberation, and two curious eyes begin to peer at me in the superstitious daylight. Two swan-hands gently reach out from tactile infinity and, with inward metamorphoses, stroke human bristling stubble. And he who has been famous may be even more flabby, more rhapsodic! 

     Only the only faithful word of my heart can be called a true home; our false emotions deceive and deceive us incessantly. We may abuse each other's crystal-clear, holy patience at any time in our first acquaintance. 

     As secret worshippers, we take a colonizing tour of each other's bodies and senses. It is a natural and habitual thing - a hesitant, half-cool chill, a cheap, luring shiver runs from our dulled brains to our feet: how difficult and difficult it is to know our tru...

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    TREND INDICATIONS


      
      


    Half-melted, half-raw, sticky, jelly-like cloud faces dictate bawdy, jocular - sneakily fake, sordid - images on tabloid screens. Cheap, superficial little nobodies, whose vulnerable, five-minute fame has become all they have, and who refuse to give up any of their privileged lifestyles. - Here the innocent and the deceitful become confused. Hypocritical and righteous, and no one knows which of the grinning fools will pull another gun, knife or grenade to send those who sin against him to the ice forever. 

    Winnable luxury dream-homes collapse in on themselves, like cardboard-thin, alamusian card-houses, poor quality concrete jungles. No one can really know who the culprits or victims of treacherous times are anymore! - There is only one ineradicable idea left, the fierce cancer of this century's newest unfortunate fate: the rhetoric of interchangeable career dreams, and HR staff who say, "Work today, ...

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    PERFORMANCE


      
      

    Ungrateful, ungrateful, ungrateful, dame-creature: a giggling arc of embracing nonsense. Threatening, cursing, insulting, petty geese, bachelor-boys with a mania for grandiosity; pathetic thought-runs, one on top of the other, are flying back and forth, while it is only possible to torment the boorish tirade, bungled as a mistake. It is not worth clinging to in this duplicitous, hypocritical age. Even the Universe, thought to be immortal, has become a whore-lady, a cheap piece of meat to be easily passed on. 

    Even speech can be rewritten with honeyed slogans, chewed-up, recycled, outdated catchphrases - no wonder that the defenceless baby voices forgotten in the machine depths of incubators are now washed away by the wind and memory. It's easy for a night's adventures to turn into a new blossoming of dead relationships-romances are created and born. The vulnerable and beaten by life can no longer be happy or b...

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    GET OUT OF THE CYCLE


      
      

    Already you wait, tense and impatient, stealthily, and not only because of cowardly actions and words, human reason, a warning, a quiet order. And yet how much you have said in your stubborn, stoic silence in your molasses life so far. The Odyssean blunders, the petty failures of your repeatedly vile, new beginnings have long since been swallowed up by the ever-accelerating Time: the eternal stream of pessimistic grains of sand.

    Your unkillable memories, like murderous, stinging anthills, swarm in your spiralling head, and you can hardly know yourself: when will the false sincerity of your feelings strike, mock you, betray you?! 

    If the One-False should find you, he will exclaim aloud, perhaps with a laugh, "What has happened to you?!" - he will ask, as his gentle, slender hand caresses the stubble of your bent face, for he is interested in all your petty secrets. - Outside, others prefer to dip th...

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    LOVE-TAMERS


      
      


    The trap has long been set. Like a secret mousetrap, to trap and lure the fleeing prey. It's all a playful deception of human relationships. As a holy, yet sinful, orphaned victim, he forces himself into the grip of mascara and eyeliner, so that even the dew-scented, ignorant teenage twitchers look like accomplished thirtysomethings. 

    This is how the youngest members of the firmware profession are stuck in a real, syrupy, pink-baby heaven. They can get anybody with their prostitute prostitute Angelface: a successful businessman or a profiteering broker is all they need, since distant values, fake glamour and luxurious prison life can be paid off just as easily as their sensual, sexy bodies, the genesis of the universe, their vulnerable, lying love. 

    If only to inspire absolute trust, they weave a diligent Moira-net around their unsuspecting victims with a single glance of Heaven, to later, a...

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    TRANSLATOR CURVE


      
      


    In its great writhing mass of men, the will-lessness encloses. Street-thieving secret speeches make intellectuals and freethinkers vomit bile! They cover each other's sins with their inferior halves. Often more vulnerable than mortal memory. An accusing prophet-relic, a historical example of slavery - it often happens - many lose their human focus. 

    From their howling, ripper-ridden monkey-mouths, they reek of filth-formalin, obscenity-penis, and all vomit. Collected snake-eyes cannot disappear without a trace. Engrossed, brainwashed bodies and skulls are trapped on the shabby cavity walls of pumped grids, for they cannot understand the unique symbiosis of redeeming, proud light. 

    Their accusing instincts can reach to the gut. Already on the life-fibres of many a coagulated Icarus wing-node is melting; with squashed pupils, who dares question the pseudo-laws of the mighty: echoing and echoin...

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    DISASTER OF DESIRES


      
      


    The cacophonous elixir of 21st century pop culture is already invading our sacred silences with the wailing wails of the sound oranges of harmony and destruction. The light cracks like a shell through glittering make-up, through the ant-filled mass of party faces, until it finally shatters into crystal-glittering shards. Curses and foul-mouthed, free-spoken expletives storm while barbaric idiocies wander hither and thither. 

    Unworthy wantonness and arrogant, peasant boorishness threaten, and the few who can be extracted from public education, like dilettante siserehad, fall into the sins of the industrious fools, because no one can teach them the self-taught tricks any more. Hysterical little girls purr behind polished, high-luminous checkers masks, in a dark mass of flaking eye-paint, their shining pearls of truth can easily be soiled. 

    Canary chatterers and calculating twitchers, lulling their...

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    ONE-TO-ONE METAMORPHOSIS


      
      


    When we were both looking into each other's ageless faces, suddenly new, psychological instincts burst through the luminous emptiness of instinct to become one in the all-encompassing All. For when we see and feel the other so much, the supremacy and survival condition of Being is totally translucent, so that it can immediately give up its safe place to some more tangible, conscious emotion. 

    As if we were just two cracked pieces of mirror, whose fragmented wounds infinite time will one day heal anyway - our two superstitious eyes guarded and guarded the already embellished, metamorphosis-magic of our memories like moths in a beneficent captivity, on the soft pit. 

    Weeping and blinking, we are always cleansed to the core. Only one moment was enough for our confessing eyes, bright with pearls of truth, to whisper bewitching secrets to our opened consciences - then the degree of relief was alw...

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    Anti-chaos


      
      


    A massive, oozing, oozing, oozing torrent of lies of unimaginable power has settled on the world at large as a darkened hole-mask covering all free will. Everyone can now feel how, like an infectious, contagious disease, the totally systematized and muteable, wild indifference, which is one of the purest forms of lazy numbness, spreads between the diodes of the brainwashed brain and the organs of instinct and debris. 

    In some sizzling, lukewarm self-syrupy filth, like a fattened pig, an influential businessman, a political cream-elitist, a colour of small-big oligarch-barons, wallows in a good way. Now deliberately hateful hurricane voices are mixed up with the colonialism of impatient conquests, and it is no longer Europe's flagship that can sink alone - but a country! 

    In the midst of upset human wrecks, hopeless, gunpowdery living situations, further brute force risks now demand daily att...

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    INTROVERTED SUMMARY


      
      


    The mill of the indoor world grinds on in a splintering, indoor silence. How much longer can your cardiovascular valves hold out with clicking diligence? Why, that in the exodus of creatures, the mortals who have the right of insight have no more words! - In countdown standby, first arrhythmic echo-disturbances, then cryptic Morse code signals, to finally bring the whole rotating orbit down and to a halt with a bomb-thumping clatter. 

    Your grotesque-faced reflections mock them all; you cannot seep through to the stubborn soul to see, and there be assuredly endear yourself! Who can endure with thy observation stuck in thy throat? In the market-place of life, the orphaned wretches are squeezed out by the kilo - and you know they start with you. In the height of absurd follies that cannot be allowed, everyone can howl but you! Thy special jewel, if thou hadst any, is now a paltry trash. 

    To see qua...

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    HAMLET EXISTENCE


      
      

    Rain washed grapes easily dry up the mist. Even now, the hidden memories of our past float long above the surface. A tear-streaked, truth-telling, holy gaze; a tender swan-face and a romantic flame that fills the delight of the universe, flirting with immortality. - Staring into the hollow stalactite light, the wolf eyes, who opens the gates of his heart and fears not - but is steadfast in the face of danger: with Hamletish gestures he takes the upper hand and cannot let himself be caught or even be bitten. 

    In a secluded rogue's corner, he huddles alone: our pitiful, half-orphaned, childish selves, who after all these years are still ourselves. We can all feel ourselves perched on the merry-go-round of time, as if to totally rip ourselves out of a street-length metaphor of being, only to spiral off into an endless new version; a sparkling merry-go-round. - Their stripped-down, half-naked careers are also a frenzi...

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    WHATEVER HAPPENS


      
      


    Just as when a human face suffers a capricious, duel-calling, gallant insult because it is forced to responsibly endure a spit of vanity - so should humanity and morality be engraved with something of essential importance, penetrating to the beating heart. To examine, to observe how the acceptance of the new, lovable, unknown love seeps into the inner personality as a possible alternative to its difference. 

    It enters secretly, spiced up with a bit of deviousness, and spits out the mellifluous calvary of our everyday life. Is it possible to take evidence or DNA samples from honest cognition?! From the distorted romanticism of grimace-faces, can we discern the consciousness of an infected nervousness, almost consciously striving to be different at all costs?

    Even in the midst of monotonous beats and insinuated pulsations, it would be nice if something happened to grab hold of the deceivable morality a...

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    UNCONDITIONAL ADMISSION


      
      


    New-age transformers of human nature dominate your swampy, algae-lit tabloid media and how such a cultural show is fit for the masses of brainwashed mortals?! Once again, the backward mass man is claiming the right to be able to taunt and bully his happier few. The rhythmic clacking of desire telegraphs can be heard for a long time: "Money, profit here! Do you hear? He who is already a prisoner inside, can seldom be free outside!" 

    A time of fulfillment, a vicious time, has carved unrecognizable stigma lines on the incisions of human faces; in the half-century of moonlit worlds, haunted by the splintering retreat of the splintered moon, unsuspecting mothers of children give birth and create their infant hopes for a better life. If it could be an echoing cave, the honey-cloud heart could tell many secrets. With the cheap promises of our handshakes, everyone tries to set the table for themselves at the...

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    FORUMS OF DEVALUED GOODS


      
      


    More and more of us puffed-up, ghoulish kufar folk have been proclaiming that Heaven on Earth is attainable and feasible in a place where the standard of relationships is the sole trend-dictator. Restorationist prehistoric barbarism is once again enjoying a new heyday; mass-produced articles of vanishing fairy tales have been manufactured by tabloid-media-watching celebrity oligarchs, indulgently trolling mini-primadonnas. 

    Cheap, boorish yampec-kings and even dumber, buffoonish queens were produced. Buildings on their apparent souls were the cheap, profitable diadems, and the heavy botox dreams treading on their heels were the foolishly spastic. I wonder how long the flocks of male and female fowls will run wild! Who can use the arrogant conference campaign of electric-neon-light companies for alanto career-building?! 

    There are more and more party and V.I.P.-queen divas of the bohemian, dorbes...

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    SUBCONSCIOUS FRAGMENTS

    SUBCONSCIOUS FRAGMENTS
      
      


    The relentless all-weave of memories is gradually heaped upon us. It happens already when everyone is silent and prefers to look deep down, inside; that the sincerity that is laid out suddenly casts a net over the heads of the nobler-hearted and is inexplicably outspoken, murderously sincere against all the draughty mischief! The petty little cocks of Existence are always crowing or crowing each other better, and every life-trip they take is like a tooth-pulling hell of torment!

    The crackling-dropping structure of particles is infused Time's single protesting scream threatens the soul's complex depths. To listen to a smug grinning, grimacing grin, As one shamed and humiliated in procession twenty-four hours a day! It is useless to take in the uncertain All, when the bewitching deer-eyes have long since left. 

    The sticky, cold blood of futility stinks, evaporates in your ...

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    WAX FACE REALITY THERAPY


      
      


    Motionless loneliness clings to us inside and out, like a syrupy black cloak that only the eyes of true angels can see. Out of the meek, boyish hesitancy of your gaze, another face emerges with unexpected suddenness: a more empathetic, a more witnessing one. Between touch and tender caress, the distance between them gradually disappears and finally reveals itself in eyes that flame from the palpable, pulsating layers beneath the surface into some imperceptible secret! 

    Can there remain a chance of regret for the unconscious strangeness that has always been familiar, and which often deceives, because it flows through people?! - For every hopeful and proud look would do well to turn a blind eye to the slight defects of beauty which are now being insidiously forced and overdone by the superficial, exaggerated, superficial, exibitionist Kor! Luxury bachelorettes who exploit men to their advantage, chirpy party que...

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    TRENDY-EVERYTHING


      
      

    Party queens with botoxed, glued-together faces are melting like wax in the wax of V.I.P.-scented luxury lives. Here and there, no honest-to-goodness gaze can miss the exaggerated ass-grease-restored twilight, the sighing pleas of their lipped fish lips, which occasionally, when called to their attention, they use to speak up for the salvation of animals or humanity without ever knowing what they are talking about. 

    They gorge on indigestible sushi and Caesar salad by the sackful, because their bicep-fattening personal trainers, in their telesmith diets, have conveniently convinced them that garlic pops are preferable to showing off their tank-cuffers. With a sea of hair and skin that has been brainwashed to death, they conquer every individually planned party where sex and sexual instinct rule instead of reason. 

    They curtsy in coercive situations, reduced to each other's palace-maids, hoping only ...

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    HAPPENING-INDIGO


      
      


    In the smallest nook of heart chambers, you should have lain obediently low for as long as you could. Nowadays the world is increasingly unformable and therefore criminally malleable. In the tear-film of human star-eyes, the compulsion to break is on the march and reigns, as consciously planned happiness is increasingly out of reach! Our cells, which give birth to our cosmos-causing blunders, are slowly beginning to close in on themselves their conciliatory, harmonious halos of our merciful, moral goodness. And so we become desolate and balding crater-placentas. 

    The velvet of obscurity mercilessly blends into the everyday. Our defenceless, ever-childish onion-skin personhood is deliberately stalled on the path of self-realisation, because it is animated by the conscious diving streams of fear. We would cling to each other's beating heartstrings for forgiveness, for patience. A brain-breaking blast flashes...

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    WALL-SOLITUDE


      
      


    My loneliness, like cracked, deep glass, copied my absence. Many tortured spots of light seemed like gleaming reflections! In strange yet familiar hearts two eternally meeting thoughts wander: the grave traveller ponders where to continue his forsaken journey, when his fate calls! The greedy career and the desire for happiness daily betray, devour, and tempt, and outwit the desolate foolishness of all! In the digging, cavernous pitch-dark, A searching, unsteady eye ponders vigilantly: Existence offers corridors of connection, And seeks an archaeologist if it would unravel The one ancient secret of its emotions.

     In the land of all things, sooner or later a solid awakening finds its way. A tiny but brighter constellation of secrets is reflected in eyes glowing with romance; angelic swan-soft touches would be good to suck in deep, and feel the assured states of happiness to be found. Cosmic showers are cherished...

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    ROMANTICISM OF WORN-OUT MEAT


      
      


    You can still cling to hopeless, eternal experiments! To dance on the rippling, sacred sea of tender and delicate romances, the bizarre, otherworldly lights of deer's eyes. Stigma-sheets in the bodies of mythical desires, in the bodies of pure, naked, naked bodies, as if the mother-like lack of completeness were repeated in series. Would it not be a bad thing that superstitious starry eyes should be but the resting-places of the loving, immortal desires of the All! A ravening multitude of blood-molecules clings to the bewitched human heart; we have dipped, many and variously, in the chaotic mire of the flesh. 

    So good to taste the worldly delights of gaping lust: the secret, inarticulate speech of hot tongues roams with quickened speed the alchemies of sinning bodies. Unconsciously, they are already clinging to each other, and there can be no redemptive liberation if they listen forever to the sure, telepa...

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    COLOUR DROME


      
      


    Man-watching, starry-eyed flame Why does it promise stubborn, headstrong Hope only to others?! You tell me, fair lady, the real, the crystal-truth! Dog-hatred's blood nowadays is turned to blood, and vague hopefulness breeds in the place of conscious realizations; Ideas are easily crushed! From our hesitant self-deceitful chess-steps only Waste springs! The vulgar, outcast secret of decipherable end-points; The thundering purr of ruby blood-drops in the wound-petit of throbbing hearts threatened with infracts is evident! 

    He who daily serves the ivory-Culture experiences a whirlwind! From the twilight of disillusionment a safe and reliable way is seldom found! The cosmic downfalls of groaningly cicentric life-paths guarantee success for powerful oligarchic generals to dictate new, selfish terms! - Spiral Life wraps itself around itself like a shoelace: if it could, it would abuse its born creation to grab ...

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    PLEASURE SPENT


      
      


    Time: a kitchen of atomic-bomb-excited hell is often darting across human-conquered horizon continents. In the abyss-digging doom-horn of apocalyptic futures, who can truly see?! A mad, purposeless prostitute age now reveals itself in all things common! Idyllic romance and faithful virginity can only watch by the light of day, when the darkness of the worthy is at hand. The hallowed shadow of Ceda's angels caresses my heart.

    Out of every silenced word, and out of the cross-eyes of the scattered glances, new wounds seep; who else is worthy and called to unravel the superficial and obscure riddle that envelops existence: why has man become the little plaything of others? Is he himself a traitor? - The world is a forgotten wreck: insidious scrapers chase each other at the expense of even dirtier reputations for success, which always ends up in a fancy V.I.P. romance, where a good champagne and a dreamy, fake luxur...

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    ORIGIN GATES


      
      


    Above the bridge railing I stare down into the silently yawning, whirling throats; a whirling, centrifugal vortex-wheel drags me along, pulls me, and pulls! Balanced on a thin, snow-white blade, thus is he who was cast out into life! Gathering crumbs of breadcrumbs through a lifetime, Till Death, like a lawful chase, takes him! With narrowing eyes curiously fixed on me, the wan shadows of shipwrecked souls Past-remembering, meek shadows rise from the mire of mire; Witnessing guardians of the possible that is! 

    As aerial-gymnast-samples, we may all thus balance the many certain possibilities; at another planned turn, veronal, foam of water, or poison is of no use - with conscious cowardice, human dignity confidently fails us! I stumble between reckless tumbles with purpose. I would even lie flat, like Sinbad, like a petty nobody, I would seek out the beating heart-titties of angelic ladies! May I remain in my f...

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    THE DREAM OF HUMAN


      
      


    Loyalty, if there was any, has hit a zero desert. Moral, human, generous goodness and all-revealing sincerity have become easy-to-pick-up, cheaply priced underwear. Many people would rather have a fiery shortage on their desks than act on their convictions. Moral morality has also moved on leaving the shores of many beating hearts. 

    They travel through one sentiment after another of sick, miserable, grotesque facts which in each case heighten the chuckling, total, urban absurdity. Everything is palpable through colourful make-up effects. On a human scale, a full and honest exploration of the Soul-frame may yet be in store. 

    Slobbery wax figures make the pretty indulgent, even most of them fish with hooks. The superfluity of the deed can always be overcome. The images come together for the umpteenth time while the eye stumbles to gather everything. - Intoxicated timelessness tenses, lazily encirc...

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    Transition cramp


      
      In your hovering loneliness, like a tied-up, aspen ham hock, in the grip of your fatty loops, at midnight you still brood within yourself. You listen to the tick-tock of tick-tock drums clicking on your wall clock like a message before you can fall asleep! In the summer you're haunted by the urge to learn to strip naked; you take it apart and try to piece together the rest of your life! 

    The proud hour of sure, conscious cognition may have passed: constant dread poisons your total wakefulness, and you can no longer risk your vengeful Fate, while it guides your way to Someone who is more important to you than anything else! When have you ever had so much condensed loneliness?! - Every heartbeat can be a wasted fraction of a minute, if you don't learn to grasp the possibilities! 

    Your fat, chubby penguin body is itself a concentrated prison-house: if you don't listen, you'll rot in all that slop! All...

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    ENTRAPMENT OF THE INFECTED


      
      


    Your flesh is already infected by the syrupy, incessant chanting of the brainwashed breeding stock of the tabloid media. We need a new appreciation of ourselves so that moral morality can blossom! You gnaw your plans with your gaping teeth, you dip your flabby lips in a formula that thinks in starvation-careers of infarcted overtime; it's often a chaotic matter of points of view. In your suicidal eye you are constantly trembling with fear for others. The bribeable, cup-bearing swamp of Life pollutes! 

    A little bit always comes through in bulk with all the enriched, pop-culture nonsense yet you gasp your prodigal head: statues of insignificance put you in an awkward, tense situation with their Grönholm-methodical situation! You're wrong if you think that solving a deep water problem is going to help anyone! Helplessness always leaves you crushed, humiliated, and you have to accept and accept it for...

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    Face to deeds


      
      We doubt each other's sincere words, with our souls all tangled and numb. A man's confidence in the old iron chalice of hope may soon be twisted and toppled on its own solid axis! In the antique cage of our brothels, a nervous, rushing, timed clatter is ever warning, "Better to spare and take care while we may!" - The incomprehensible rush, the rush of the rush of the rush, is often silenced by the weight of tomorrow's new beginning! 

    It is harder to assert empathy-tolerance in a narrowed horizon of fading, narrowed horizons; a fierce series of decisions is losing us in each moment with a slow, faltering collapse! In a subcontinent infested with pop culture, only those who have not abandoned their human values for no money, and have not been bribed, can still be vigilant! - Quarchomok-wounded marble shamelessly one night, I will not indulge in irresponsible adventures! 

    Deep-rooted depression...

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    DESTRUCTIVE HESITATION


      


    Like a hornet's nest - in men's forlorn hearts the knocking hatred nests! To the siege-voice of preaching preached in incoherence, Too many are silent! Hyena-bellied, black-robed hirelings and muscle-meat-tower whores! Serpent-clouds in a lost confusion of purpose in the decaying present! Even he contemplates endless retribution Who at first proclaimed unity and demanded a soul-cleansing at every level; The accomplice and the jackal-talking shieder also forget their wicked deeds with purpose! 

    Like the drunkard who knocked the whisky and tequila-butcher's bottles on tap and spills his brown excrement into telephone boxes - into the gaping chasm of Theiraesia, here we go together! Their human dignity is being replaced all at once! From stripped human flesh their crunching bones will remain; to dust they will be but witnesses! It would be worth every empathetic-tolerant thought to finally act together with One-Akarat! I...

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    BODY-SUBJECT ALCHEMY


      
      


    Deeper scars I deliberately left to the strangeness. faint romantic notions suddenly cosmatted in my soul when I felt it was all over! Surprised, dumbfounded, I looked wordlessly around: what could I do with the life I had left?! The knob of my hangman's days had been pushed down by calculating old age. On my face yawned the cellular yawn of perpetual weariness, while the majority outside could not know it was all a sham! 

     Cheerful expressions, grimace-inducing holy smiles seemed to be paint that could be applied many times: secret disguises masks that could only harden with time! - There in there: in the depths of a child's foolish soul, conjurable spirit-beings stir and nestle. I run along parallel pairs of rails running back into myself, and I cannot play recklessly and carelessly when the chessboard of Existence calls: there all goes sharp! 

     For I have always thought of f...

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    TO DISAPPEAR OR TO STAY?!


      
      


    Their fate is being revealed by the eager, dice-rolling Angels, show divas! On the shores of the chess-game-land, a new starter has seldom come! To the shimmering pearl-veil of tears the babe-beauty clings, But never lets go! From their mutinous wakefulness all mere curiosity seemed to be gone! Their impudent provocative phlegm sounds reflect a cheapened former! Here today, everyone is going around with promises and promises on their lips: they do not expect answers, they are only interested in trivial things! 

    The universal mummification of their True faces has long since begun under their foundation make-up! Their undead clock-clicks cannot signal a relieved redemption, And the present age too dreams of New Asia rather than the West it longs for! We crumple the still numbered copies of the Past between our sweating hands, and silently we still wait, still waiting, how to go on! Where can we go on? Should we ...

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    CROSS-SECTION IN THE XXI CENTURY


      
      


    Each tear is already searching for smothering trenches in the frames of faces; slowly, gradually, the happy, jubilant joy ready to show itself is fulfilled, and the pretended but real sadness is realised. The delicate telescopes of the ear-cups are wound up by harsh, turbocharged bomb-quarrels, leprous howls. Untouchable and often incomprehensible is the pain of all the sorrow that trembles! The pregnant alarm bells hidden in the depths of the soul ring differently each time, and in different ghostly tones. 

     And perhaps every fearful loneliness may have somewhere a preconceived pair of opposites.  Truth-ness is never visible on the inner walls of their eyelids. In the inner soul-reaches, the vocal cords of Being are constantly changing! When we look at faces, almost everything is dull and fades away - but sincere emotions can be recorded crystal clear even in a streaming tomorrow! Compliments handed...

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    ARROGANCE-INTOXICATION


      
      


    Others even now only laugh, while your self-pitying triumph slowly collapses and buries you under yourself! Blinding narcissism may haunt the luxurious pink-mask syrupiness of tabloid media, and today, even the self-conceited halal scientists, the planning suicides, are not asked on the wise altars of tolerance: would it have been better to know psychological processes or the chaos formula of brain convolutions?! - Every exibitionist, superficial moment flirts with illusion; the onion skin of the human soul is still always on itself, while the number of days is bargained with itself as a freeloader! 

    Our pressed confessions of love are often lacking in self-satisfying, passionate romance. Mutual congratulations in an evening of spotlight and rainbow that lasts until midnight hold traps and murderous daggers for each other! Lost in the midst of so many muffled grins, even solidly-supported reality is scrubbed b...

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    THE TERMINATION


      
      We're not wearing any unnecessary costumes today; no-one-needs-a-tulle boa, a gorgeous teddy. And they left their textbooks at home, it's more convenient! The existing, suddenly self-imposed, playful, naughty onion-skin persona can happily take on a different form, and it is not necessary to obey repeated directorial instructions with blind faith! 

    Even in their cultural peacefulness they can be free and do not necessarily have to play the role of a silly naïve, diva-queen, flirtatious prostitute, because their child-curious self will break down the taboo barriers! Their passionate, sparkling grains of sand also have a bombproof, calculated balance! Even if their sentences are not yet sentences, they are merely situation-playing chatterers, in delicate situations their creative brain dynamos, active in delicate situations, will soon burst out of their dynamos and mysteriously give birth to the deceptive formula of t...

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    Begging will


      
      


    It imposes itself on everything, and everything becomes a rotten vomit because it has seen itself. Beneath the surface, moving, cocktail-drinking, bubbly V.I.P. exclusive evenings, insidious snake hisses, double entendres, universal sunken rot. Career graveyards at a loss become compulsive shapeshifters in pursuit of larger goals, looting dreams. In addition to a carefree lifestyle, it is necessary to take on grief and dirt with a toaster. Sooner or later, even the absolute winners are driven out of the race. 

    Only Death can bring comfort and consolation. To body and soul alike it offers a semblance of equality.- Daily shedding their reptilian-veined skins are the Janus-like Angels, saints, pretending prophet-greats. Whose daily ruined lives they ruin, They notice nothing but the virtue, if it pops, or if they lack the necessary sum To preserve the ruins of their sham happiness. 

    It may be that ...

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    INTERACT


      
      
    All the splendour and all the luxury of the piper goes back to the primordial material where it was created! The eyelash-spiral liquefaction of celebrity divas; The sticky gum of dovetail make-up shall be forgotten; And when the abundant rain-channels of the honest soul Are full, and the root-root of sensible sadness Has passed through every hesitating, half-weary man! For the world of Hyena has always cursed and despised the known child-fearer! 

    In-happening, in-between chattering souls, the wretch stumbling can seldom keep order! In every petal an orphan self shudders for the coming Spring! Like solid concrete or prison wall, on the bustling fields of our memory, seems to halt The sacred age of memories in peace! In every prostituted maiden there still lurks her angelic, girlish self: that her ancient craft may mean only survival and hope for tomorrow! She will interact with this superficial, cupping world if she consc...

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    SOUL-FLOOD BASINS


     

    From my eyes there flowed the coagulated eyeballs of honest incredulity; chains of true pearls were lined up under my baggy eyes like clumps of onion-clusters! In feverish, timeless grayness, my rebellious finger-tips grope ever after instinct-secrets! With my senile self long since pregnant, I have regrown my outcast, my Golgotha-maiden! I think of only one thing: where and how could I have begun anew with my soul-mate another, more substantial, and perhaps wiser life?! 


    In my being there still ticks the timeless, proud beating of the Universe in ever more agitated, wicked time-bomb beats; in my metaphors still intertwine eternal, immortal compliments of love and all-powerful romances! Outside, paralyzed Minotaurs flock, hoping for mimic-majestic riches, and, looking into the invisibility of their curved mirrors, curiously peer at the compromising world! 


    The mature soul, thought lost, wanders into prehistoric m...

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    CONSCIOUS ANTICIPATION


     


    Stumbling among boulders and babbling-souls, like stealthy, swift djinns: holy goblins of Alamus - you have been striving in yourself to guard your eternal One-childhood, your playful holy slogans! On the dust of the teutons, ever a secret cradle led the way. And you may have felt that you were happiest when an angel-lady secretly and kindly settled by your side, and soothed your tears with her swan-glasses, and with the whispering glances of Goodness could justly comfort you! 

    There should be no sense in it, if rose-petals tremble and fear in the vulnerable petals of the heart; if she should be in constant remorse, if you but feel that you were childishly sincere, and that you were more hurt by the unjust break than she! When he could peacock himself to his heart's content, and when called upon by the kindly public, he would even have plucked his own feathers in a fuss; he would have confessed with his soul on secret telepathy str...

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    DEADBAND CITATION


     


    In my careless anguish, in the moonlight, displaced, she wept alone; My knocking, true-kissing, friendly voice was not yet answered, Only a syrupy darkness had taken hold! Thus in my trembling body the little child cried out in a roar! All compassion against me was frozen on ever-superficial, grimacing faces; and the preserved aversion curiously scanned its sad, past memories! He who is the sole companion of himself, and who, repressed, creeps with terrible strength into the land of still survivable Tomorrows, is forced to scrape together his courage of noble substance in himself! 


    He can cry as long as he likes, for no one will listen anyway! - Squeaky shadow-wings whisper in the haunting twilight, and now everything seems so uncertain and difficult to digest: he forces himself into foreign roles instead of taking root, settling down and finally being himself! He stops, alarmed, like a chubby, worn-out coat on the rack of the ...

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    COLOUR DROME


      
      

    Man-watching, starry-eyed flame Why does it promise stubborn, headstrong Hope only to others?! You tell me, fair lady, the real, the crystal-truth! Dog-hatred and jackal-hatred become blood nowadays, And vague hopefulness breeds in the place of conscious realizations; Ideas are easily crushed! From our hesitant self-defeating chess-steps only Waste springs! The vulgar, outcast secret of decipherable end-points; the thundering purr of ruby drops of blood in the wound-litter of beating hearts threatened with infarction is evident! 

    He who daily serves the ivory-Culture experiences a whirlwind! From the twilight of disillusionment a safe and reliable way is seldom found! The cosmic downfalls of groaningly cicentric life-paths guarantee success for powerful oligarchic generals to dictate new, selfish terms! - Spiral Life wraps itself around itself like a shoelace: if it could, it would abuse its born creation to grab priv...

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    ORIGIN GATES


     


    Above the bridge railing I stare down into the silently yawning, whirling throats; a whirling, centrifugal vortex-wheel drags me along, pulls me, and pulls! Balanced on a thin, snow-white blade, thus is he who was cast out into life! Gathering crumbs of breadcrumbs through a lifetime, Till Death, like a lawful chase, takes him! With narrowing eyes curiously fixed on me, the wan shadows of shipwrecked souls Past-remembering, meek shadows emerge from mire-thrown foam; Witnessing guardians of the possible that is! 


    As aerial-gymnast-samples, we may all thus balance the many certain possibilities; at another planned turn, veronal, foam of water, or poison is of no use - with conscious cowardice, human dignity confidently fails us! I stumble between reckless tumbles with purpose. I would even lie flat, like Sinbad, like a petty nobody, and probe the beating heart-titties of angelic ladies! May I remain in my falling, fallen life who...

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    DESTRUCTIVE HESITATION

     

    Like a hornet's nest - in the apostate hearts of men the knocking hatred is nesting! To the siege-voices of preaching preached in the form of incantations of incomprehension, too many are silent! Hyena-bellied, black-robed hirelings and muscle-meat-tower whores! Serpent-clouds in a lost confusion of purpose in the decaying present! Even he contemplates endless retribution Who at first proclaimed unity and demanded a soul-cleansing at every level; The accomplice and the jackal-talking shieder also forget their wicked deeds with purpose! 


    Like the drunkard who knocked the whisky and tequila-butcher's bottles on tap and spills his brown excrement into telephone boxes - into the gaping chasm of Theiraesia, here we go together! Their human dignity is being replaced all at once! From stripped human flesh their crunching bones will remain; to dust they will be but witnesses! It would be worth every empathetic-tolerant thought to finally act t...

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    PRESS RELEASE


     


    With the self-indulgent, sluggish calm of a bully, he embarks on his own pompous, arrogant ramblings! He doesn't doubt, he hesitates for long, because he doesn't need to! The tyrannical public consciousness is already embodied in a consciously jealous hatred of one another! Let the Moral, the Man, be hanged in the midst of wild chatter - and he who would protest with his eccentricity, like a hermit retired to an ivory tower; the huts of his hut would be set on fire by the raging wrath! 


    All his backbone, I fear, is long lost! The caterwauling, loud-voiced bastards, the stony-rich, influential oligarchs, have no wooden shoe nowadays for a given word, or for the pure honour of the Spirit: they erect greedy barriers of selfish hen-coops round their luxurious estates, and he who owns the land has every legal ground to possess it! The fate of all is raged and raged over by atomic-bomb impulses, by hot-headed warriors to be t...

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    Party-date


     


    A hundred years from now, a party girl, a cosmetic, plasticised goddess, will be so at home that she will be despised by the average man, as one who fears for his petty career and trembles! Honour deliberately digs a pit in the bottom of the pit of calculating games, and no one cares about the chattering mouth-carat of the puppets in the tabloid media! The new-avant-garde prose line of poems is shouted down, saying: one-night stands have more east! Morals and humanity long since shed, mothers of children can't know what an uncertain livelihood and a messy tomorrow might bring! 


    The trembling, weeping cries of the little angels shiver like painful vapours in the abandoned alleyways of the streets! - What this present prostitute Kor is extracting from itself, and creating, its pathetic beneficiaries are also, like molehills, hiding in underground, apocalyptic worlds, chewing on the hard-to-get, gnawing colonies! A greedy food...

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    ALWAYS FOR OTHERS

     


    Only laughter is cherished and preserved by the eye! A good, hearty, mischievous little laugh! The prayers of griefs, of pearls clutched in melancholy, The bleeding soul keeps shut, and we consciously fear to show Our vulnerability to our loved ones! In the walled, honeyed skies, The graceful heart-shadow hides; Like a mouldy cloak a shadow sings, at our backs! In our dizzy world there is less and less responsibility! 


    Like the blood from a vulnerable locust-body, something conscious oozes from me, instinct fearful of all that I feel and want to believe! Doubt and despair keep on teasing and dividing me! My boyish anguish is all gone, In a robe of stolen laughs I rather willfully weep! - The sordid layers of the unknown, wicked Future are gradually laid upon me! 


    The assembled biology of my body is threatened with a clattering, timed death! - The cunning, insidious supremacy of the well-informed has long since le...

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    SILVER-PLATED LARVAL VISION

     


    We cherish in eternal twilight Crypt-bodies glowering for ages to come! Our mortality falls like cracked onion-skins to the bottom of the Nirvana-wells! Blind Theiresias waves a mute sentence, and bleeds us like bleeding savages, the human, the trustworthy! Drunk with dark-souled Celebrity poisons, greedy careers and fame-hunting fame-hunting fame-hunting are the cheapened sensations of diva's needle-heeled, dreamy luxury! - On cracked, bleeding Twilight lids will always ache with stigma-sebum: the horde-herd-herd's tawdry lecture! 


    And ever shall be the secretly complimenting, fair-voiced words of immortal loves! Of suicidal scissors the living-guardian dreams, And secretly peers curiously into the great unknown Book of Fates; Why is the tiny scream already frozen to death, When, enclosed in circles of light, the crimson-winged dawn Wakes the Beloved with rose-fingered dawn?! - Shall each one pass through the surface of the cu...

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    ROMANTIC MESSAGES


      
      


    I would like to cling at last to a rock of refuge, which has an angel face; which does not judge in vain, and does not sue. It stretches out its angel-winged back to me, And like a sure fortress it protects me impregnable! In my eyes I would have such a lady of backbone, Who with her superstitious holy glance Would lift me from the hell of the muddy earth, When all is not well in this world. 

     In all the minutes of eternity, two faithful petals of a flower, Our heart's voice would tremble for each other, And the deceitful, negro play of our thinking minds Would be the romantic music of our naughty kisses. In naked bodies, confessing and confessing each other, we would solemnly open ourselves to the other, as the Alpha beginning of primeval creations. Perhaps we could heal the stigmata of the stateless-prodigal Time, which daily bites into us with its executioner's claws. 

     The ...

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    THE CHEAPEST COMMODITY


     


    A desolate, mysterious multitude of taboo-bending V.I.P.-partying, disco-ball, swamp-gardening, through which even useless late-night rambles, crying; in the indifference of predictable phlegm-faces swollen to a sea of mud, everyone is now merely a prisoner: no one can be free! From collagen and botox injections, like a bacchanalian company of cursed, puffed-up wax dolls, the canary-peacocks, demanding luxury, recognition, new unassailable privileges from higher elite powers! 


    Lonely, lonely doppelgangers mimic the taste and mass-bunkified commodity culture! A few light nights in the shade of a night's adventure forgotten, and the whole of the camouflage universe is ready! The cries of boastful infants echo from alley depths, barely heard by any! As the ancestral history of bones, if we can still piece together some important fragment of the cursed past, we should know and feel what things are to pass away! 

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    SHADOWS OF TIMELESSNESS


     


    The silent, statuesque shadows of timelessness are cast on everyone, if the mouth yawns in a single expressive movement, the eyes sparkle - as a light-hearted, silent blindfold, we try to capture the happy golden age of our memories as realistically as possible, and create it in Reality! We are softly embraced by the music of the flocks of birds waiting for Spring. The holy gentle melody of the tiny and inviting bells, running on the babbling wind, makes our beating hearts beat! 


    Long distances can be shortened at any time - thanks to the hyper-networks of our digital age! The double news-beat of joy-sharing echoes our richly beating heartbeat! The prophet-trones of balmy, brooding nights are touched by the budding love-fly; and it matters not when, or by whom, the immortal metamorphoses of kisses among the swarming, nubile desires of the wombs! - To the identity thought lost, all can find it again! 


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    Being coulmns


      
      

    The fear-tension in my heart is growing to literary proportions! My eternal-childish self is constantly fighting battles of existence between peace and eternal anger! I feel I cannot run away from the haunting dragon-demons of my uncertain future! However, if I were to ask friends to know with calm empathy the hidden reflection of my self, many would already give up their secret, cohesive relationships; superficial exhibitionism would hardly leave them any choice! 

    In my soul, there still exists a sinking, tossing, more peaceful Atlantis: a micro-macro Cosmos in the process of destruction! Sisyphus, disappearing on a bulldozer, whose pensive, otherworldly voice is for the umpteenth time deliberately distorted into nothingness! From a succession of memories, memories melt into smiles! - It seems triumphant annihilation when the Universe goes round and universally proclaims the universal naseous desire of blood molecule...

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    IN A BLESSED AGE


      
      

    The ancient calamity of the relationships that can be made on earth, The torment of all torments and shrinks me further! Often the consolation of new-sweet saintly-misses is of no help, if they reward for little trifles! No more need of the temporary possibility of continuation: cheap promises, false hopes! I should erase from my past the cursed minutes of my past, and what bleeds me daily! In the catacombs of my unhappy mind, I would in vain forget, The smelling filth soon accumulates! 

    On the infinite wall, once more, it would be well if a tiny, tiny crack could be found! Vain, obstinate epochs of defiance keep their hold upon their own! - Our disconnected, socially-hybernated senses may say otherwise; as if everyone else existed here in a dim, transcendent dimming! As now Celebrity dames, disowned seventh-coast V.I.P. faces parade in their every movement, playing the self-deception of calculation, and the unhappies...

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    MADNESS MAN-INTEREST

     


    Insanity and disregard for the most elementary human interest is always unavoidable and often fatal! A series of ingeniously tragic coincidences can at any time challenge the individual, still thinking childlike individual while too much of the World is lost without end! A rush of creative ingenuity lurks in everyone, and all ideas and plans go up in smoke when there is less and less to choose from the industrious chain of multiple connections! 


    In this century of the information cyber-revolution, conscious, lazy idleness is just as visible and tangible! A wide variety of spectacles and cleavages are always caught by the curious camera: the retouched smearing of indispensable eye make-up is rarely noticed; the question to be answered is: what has changed?! - The booming melody of horns blaring from the bones of horns screams in our faces, proclaiming that something has happened to the city and its fallible people! The stench of "N...

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    DIFFERENT EXPERIENCES


     


    Unfinished business is the most difficult business of our days! Where are the formulas of our Faithfulness in handshakes and hide and seek?! Grimacing and smiling long in the fierce curved reflections of dirty pools, Our self's sad, bleeding gaze! A faint suspicion might be trusted and always justified: for the conciliatory feelings of homeliness, all that is needed is a little unusual cynicism! 

    Something within is shrinking, at first barely perceptible, then greedily gnawing away at the hell of human souls gone gangrenous! In accordance with the laws of humanity, a belated realization signals its protest that we must necessarily drop out of the fairy-tale wave-net system at last! To the thought of a single romantic intercourse, many eyes are already scattering sparks, responding with dry flashes! 

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    SCOPE OF EXPERIENCE

     


    If I could still have a clinging, wide, hopeful hope; When in the cell-deep of my home I could bend my discouraged, shipwrecked head In my sweetheart's balmy, cradling lap; When our beating heartbeats in the bantering Universe would blaze As they would be reconciled together, and the Past would hold easy, useful trophies, Or secrets of prey! Even if the pieces of Existence were exchanged in a chess-board order on the plane of our little lives, love as a sure point of exit for our restless hearts! 


    If I could have a comfortable, cushioned rocking-chair; I would be lulled by the pearly, truth-telling voice of my angel, As when she cellists in a spacious concert hall, In evening gowns of protection! I would open the ghastly-grimacing scars of my soul, and let its caressing, dandified kisses dangle the sins of my unworthy years of bondage! In an embracing, romantic meeting, the holy birth-moment of Immortality might be found!

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    SYNCOPAL OBSCURATION

     


    I no longer care about fashion because of old-fashioned flavours! Rid yourself of your newfound susceptibility to new fashions, who cares only for the telltale signs of appearances! The reconciliation of interests may soon suffer from a difference of tastes! What does the exceptionalist trend mean?! Have we stopped noticing others simply by their dress code, so that we can mix with the sophisticated, elegant elite? 

    The Acts and the Sacrifices are thus placed together, in a conspiracy, in a pretended stalemate, for fear of what the patrician public would say if many of them showed their teeth! - And if the superficiality of the health-obsessed, all-embracing superficiality is enough to make you very nervous; it might be a problem-solver to try to see the exceptional One among many like him! In the glass of curved mirrors, even difference looks different! 

    In penultimate glances, can the Good Friends of Faith be recognised?! Gyug...

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    Epistolary Humana

    Like a shipwrecked, he clings to unknown shores on the last soul, but he may never reach shore; my throat was hoarse silently many times and my voice continued to sound like a muffled sigh! As a rodent worm for my heart attack-stressed soul, the greedy and insatiable Compulsion settles like this! I would have to, even if I had to be selfish for myself, sure of Man
          
         survive! The haunting moonlight tattoos my face like shards of silent shadows! And while you ask, asking with jagged tentacle teeth useless, "What happened to you?!" "The sure answer will be written on the trenches of my wounded Face if the glass bead of True Beads trembles again in my soul!"
          
         My broken body guards the burdens of tough-konokan and what many discover on me as a redemptive smile - Suffering! I feel like he is howling every day with the intention of squeezing my muscles,...

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    Alibi-motive


          
         Female Eden smiles sparkle toward my wounded Soul; in the depths of my purple heart, tamed monsters purr obediently! In the jungle of my dreams, I remember the superstitious play of mischievous eyes laughing at the subconscious night inside! His eyelashes fluttered gracefully like the wing-dance of night butterflies; the earthly, classic Beauty flew like a pillar! My empty evenings are buzzing around wasp stars! I never tore up the superstitious fruits of forbidden gardens, but I wanted to caress them kindly!
          
         I was attacked by jealous, flame-burning Cherubim who could only flirt overnight with the immortal crumbs of Happiness while wasting the treasures of the beautiful Universe! "Lions and tigers farm under our gardens, while deep-seated beasts are waiting for their prey!" How can we stay again Humans if in this Age of barbaric usa the idiot Stupidity...

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    For dead-times


      
      


    Dreamwalking Reality-mistaken alleys stumbles and deliberate devil-convulsions the Third; signs of mistaken madness are visible! Vulnerable man's shadow may be deliberately transgressed by bargaining bargainers, treacherous cops! More and more whispers of odd eccentrics sink the beginning of creative days into baseless mood-setting! 

    Collapsed hoppers leap like grasshoppers in a dance of the Spirit's march, restraining itself even the puffed-up All! And in all pseudo-news there stands the possibility, as a vocal, obscene-music to be shouted with full throats! The infinite depth of needle is scarcely to be sought and discovered! Money and luxury have become the new age's newest pseudo-god! From the pits of endangered credulities Only the curve of descent can be described! In the melodious pauses of melodious raindrops, mood-steam is created: a rainbow graveyard as a consequence of precise interplay!...

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    STRIDING NOBLE FACE-EDGE


     


    Some desperate, fierce impulse, Some exasperated temper, with many handfuls, Has gathered in us; from fierce hatred A simple word of help is seldom heard! The sound of indigestible preaching is carried abroad by a howling wind! From fire-breathing, roaring throats Peace can seldom spring! A cheap legion of micro-quakes of small lateness goes forth, Even sneaking suspicion-men are cut down! Some secret flame of love should be planted anew in the hearts of men, to blossom again! 


    High-energy vibration-sounds, soughing at high freckles, in cacophonous alarms, frighten us needlessly! Stubborn dissent is better off as a sneaking thief, searching and searching for only forgotten and non-acute experiences! This degenerate, degenerate civilization is being measured again by the new, profiteering distribution of material wealth! Ladies of ebony body, like enthusiastic, exotic consumer-mediums, dance out of a vegetating, man-wrecked exis...

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    Plump-trained flock of pigeons


      
      From the torn stillness of nights it rips with a thunder, A capricious edge, a wide tear of memory's storms! Rust-resistant, twisted honey-coloured pitch bubbles, While from the distance some forlorn desert of stone Seems to rise and rise in search! Purple Sisyphean rocks teach patience, and mature silence for themselves, To prophet-wise, and to those who pass through themselves!

    Sunyin yet flaps the end-shadow of the red-skinned skeleton-sidereptile, declaring war on the screeching flocks of ravens! Let the well-known, acute or even trivialised lies begin: the obligatory, preaching holy commandment of saving lives, and unworthy, reengineered echo-songs that the mouldy plaster on the walls of our health care system is getting more and more rotten, and the cracks in the wards are growing! - We can only rarely count on the kind attention of our mortal, and therefore evolving, brother states! 

    A swarm of pigeons, fall...

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    Alibi-motive


          
         Female Eden smiles sparkle toward my wounded Soul; in the depths of my purple heart, tamed monsters purr obediently! In the jungle of my dreams, I remember the superstitious play of mischievous eyes laughing at the subconscious night inside! His eyelashes fluttered gracefully like the wing-dance of night butterflies; the earthly, classic Beauty flew like a pillar! My empty evenings are buzzing around wasp stars! I never tore up the superstitious fruits of forbidden gardens, but I wanted to caress them kindly!
          
         I was attacked by jealous, flame-burning Cherubim who could only flirt overnight with the immortal crumbs of Happiness while wasting the treasures of the beautiful Universe! "Lions and tigers farm under our gardens, while deep-seated beasts are waiting for their prey!" How can we stay again Humans if in this Age of barbaric usa the idiot Stupidity...

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    Clerk-Book


          
         Is there anything moving in the redemptive descent? Discover the exfoliated tears on the retinal lines of broken eyes with compassionate regret! As the smaller beetles glide apart, a hesitant giant-foot tramples on them by chance! The given, idyllic anthill can hardly receive regular travelers and contemplatives back into its bustling community! In the gaping lap of depths - only they can know - undivided Dreams graze!
          
         The blood-boiling instinct-greed of visceral possession is only the exception! - From the micro-world below, where can murderous virtue be measured by certain methods? - The chattering company of loosely swinging golden boys and chirping kittens has never seduced; there, many people blamed emotional ammunition for luring exploited defenseless people and believing! Are the reports left to themselves simply because Someone always betrays them with w...

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    Hellish line


          
         In the memories of broken Hells, our luck and grief often turn; If we are looking for a friend and an enemy, we are already investigating! The Dark sends us non-bargaining Morse signs from another, unknown world! The beating gods of the Heart have lost their favor many times! Being, like a water jug filled to the brim, pulls us deep! The blinding of dogs of conscience echoes all the way to the shells of our listening ears! In our dreams of Sisyphus, every stone and rock recreates itself as a judgmental judgment!
          
         Anxiety moved as a single body in us! In Congo space, our gift-fortune strikes here and there: the reaping laurels of silent opportunity were not reserved for us by the little kings of Being! In the long hours of our loneliness, we should first deal with atrophy together! The retained heat waves of memories hardly hurt anymore, yet they are necessary for...

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    The formula of our language


          
         Underworld, obscene galaxy underworld catacombs; mazes without entrances! They did it themselves with disappointed prophetic votes! We drag the swearing with ourselves! We are constantly clinging to an extended presence! The fleeing Time is no longer pursued by anyone; a ghost death leap or somersault mortuary pirouette should be performed so that they can finally pay attention to ourselves! Is the loss survivable?
          
         Insidious nights lined up in a sleepless moonlight; a terrifying tick-tangle imitates somewhere in a circled clock! Vulnerable human wrecks like undulating leaves fall into the shadows of Nothing every day! “You could only feel like a yellow sponge deep in your chest when the beating heart was offended; fancy Celebs chattered about their sex life spread out in silly shows! Factory chimneys also became crows hanging upside down; it would also be ...

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    Step-compulsion


          
         You are always in the way of someone; even though you have been a maze for a long time! True Beads falling from your scratched eyes are not picked up by a handful of human Goodness and Compassion! The disasters of presence in the maze will walk your hidden instincts on your way! You want to find yourself at last while you know you can’t satisfy every wish; and you cannot remain an uninhabited house in your bitter loneliness! "The cover is on you, and fear is staring at you with the ruffles of your coat shadow!" Worn part of this present day, you are still benefiting from the Presence!
          
         Are “some” tasting your sensitive self with spike critiques destined for death, or are they just cunningly playing with you? The wise stones of your mind are listening under the weight of your thoughts! Will there be a guiding thread in you that will lea...

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    Late migration


          
         The mistake of Ordas minions in the mists will challenge even the beaten Time! As a private worm, perhaps we are all seeking redemptive refuge! Anything can be lost in everyone, because the Saints are proud and hyenas, and the Angels are killing cedars! One can only encounter one who is left alone with caring Dear gazes; the prostitution of Betrayal is already affecting everyone - this is how we are fleeing inward to the snowfall! Black cubes are guarded by the energy of the body and it is not possible to prepare enough for a stunning doctor attack whipped with envious eyes!
          
         Fists of gorilla heads on the destroyed pillar of the intellect - now that's the trend! He got closer to the unintelligible behaviors of Neanderthal s Cro-Magnoni! Compulsive silence also settles devastatingly on more eloquent Prophets if they cannot profess according to their Culture; a...

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    Dirty rhapsody


          
         How much easier it would have been without the memory of the humiliated gymnastics, which, with the whipping of executioner ropes, haunted new targets every day with fear of death; only a few could understand the Truth of the present out of blood-soaked eyes! All human Judgments and murders could be measured against these only then; finally, every insidious glance was already a murderous thorn in our vulnerable hearts and we sobbed doomed to lonely orphanage like alamus, pathetic worms while we looked down at our own soul wells, gathering courage!
          
         We could hardly hear that any of us had committed suicide because they could not bear the stigma-wounding evils of their bachelors! The writing campaigns also started with Executioner jokes! In a treadmill world, magnified evil also seems bigger, scarier! Dirty-smiled male pillars practiced slap-dancing times until the...

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    Borders-briber


          
         We are already stumbling more and more crustly into the idle Infinity, and we are rooted in a wooded mood; the vulnerable Soul is damaged anyway and the Will-pulled bodies eventually give up anyway! Distorting ratios are not dwarfed - but they increase by division! The dream of everything is a silent wilderness! It’s hard to cling to the forgiving power of chance, just like a smile close to a ditch! The Vacuum still exists in sheer space, even though there is no one to capture or fill it! There is always just a kind of alarming, internally warning selfishness!
          
         It is becoming more and more difficult to look wolfishly and flirt with sincere Truth; the usual, homely Death is staring at us! Fear s Pain beats as expelled; the murderous silence devours our loneliness and the fact excites us that we can't get any closer to solving it! It takes place in the bo...

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    Notes from a visitor


          
         It is becoming more and more difficult to desecrate and die; Every roast pigeon word adopted for the Word can only be left on cracked lips! A meaningful conversation is interrupted and an embarrassing silence begins with a raging one! He forces himself into evasions as if he were being raped by Honesty! - In well-washed Pilate hands, they land like cheap glue banknotes; bribery rates! The Truth itself became a nailed, leaking wound; bleeding constantly on its own! Confession, because you are forced to betray yourself more and more often!
          
         As a god, the conscience is shattered from within: "Why did you have to choose an easier, served path ?!" "Incomprehensible will binds you and shackles your mind so that you can act!" Silent wounds and yawning cries can remain just instead of selfless help! In tumbling bodies, the watch clings to the dull bea...

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    The bribed tourist eye


          
         Not the Celeb Striptease that bitterly enters everyday life, the fierce spiritual sin that can reach the intentional peak in deliberately sold-out bodily pleasures! The stench of revenge that does not reach the perpetrators still smells so far! All the candles are already broken! Already, the ghost roller coaster is puffing in idiot showcase heads! As a stair constriction, they cut off the path from career opportunities! For pious handrails, you know, there is hardly any laurel these days!
          
         Buksi also cherishes childish hopes for Hope, which is the only opportunity to hold on! Man would be forbidden to crush himself; on the trampled donkey ladders of careers, only the better known can have the prerogative! He can be succeeded as Susuphos by those who have managed to book accommodation on the shores of failure! The cultural and human rape lurking in everyone can s...

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    Ghost-running


          
         Even a sharp-roaring cold can’t fall well; Your balls of true pearls will stick to the veins of your flaming face like a red apple and will smash and knock when they hit the ground! He would sniff high up, gasping for mountain air a little cleaner, preservable, like an asthmatic! Your confidence erupts in your wounded petal soul; your selfish life is nailed to a chair or table; you are starting to get used to it gradually: you can't be right either. They'll knock down your worn-out taxi clock!
          
         What a killing, lousy slap in Life! And maybe for "some" it's the leader, because that's all there is left! Holy indifference already envelops you as a restraining force! The Present is creeping and twisting with Angola! And everyone hides back into their own flesh when they humble themselves! Depth and Height are already nesting there in ev...

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    Reddish-bearded


          
         His tickling mustache drew tiny pits on his bowed face; drops of sweat clung to the roaring Frederick's comet; he loaded his truck and knocked like a rhythmic chase into Infinity repeated to boredom! Only his beard could survive; it was just all your contacts! He carefully collected the contents of filled marmon cans as he did not throw anything out! The tragedy of forgotten football is the heart pounding!
          
         The narcotic rape of the heatwave! Does your organization - not knowing - feel anything else; The road to Gyongyos Visonta is still very far back! Fifty years are barely past! He only shaved once in the mirror, and he always fought with the feeling of lack found! She has a beard! He never gave his dignity to anyone! - The tomb has been covered for decades; the October wind blows memorable obituaries! Whoever knew him could always listen to his wise advice!...

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    Dream-wings


          
         When can I finally see stars trembling in deer eyes that greet with bright Sun smiles? When can I wait for dawn without fear? There are all questions within me and because I always stop in front of barriers and borders to seek the wise advice of others: I would cling to sincere, sincere Friendships like a hesitant groper whose only shimmer lights can shine with hope! The expanding Universe has been playing with banded stars for millions of years!
          
         Maybe it can withstand people, and it would be so good if my stray soul could embrace the Happiness I find! Sometimes I feel a sigh of nothing; the One who has been torn from an infinite number of chains, with whom the "Big Ones" are making fun of mocking games, murderous jokes! - The wave murmur of twisted vortices many times supports Apocalypse and there is no one who could stand by me in the final troubles,...

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    Falling Elegy


          
         I can still understand: Man sinned against Himself when he could not hear anything else! The beast sounds of the wicked raised a wounding whip into the woods of my hairy Marsian back! I had to see Man-Man sell, pay, and bribe if his violable rules of the game dictate it; painters I would imagine a peace-loving still life next to my loneliness cavity so that I could rest s My darling's healing and mild-paying swan hand as a protector Angel's wing would rock rocking quietly!
          
         The phantoms of hatred and envy are constantly besieged, and sometimes it would be better to leave everything behind and escape the window, redeemed by the bone-cracking anger of a dull angry volcano! My attentive, caring eye would open the gates of the Universe as our hesitant lips reveal the secrets of glowing, harmonious kisses; do I have to give up on eternal happiness with mature ...

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    Soul-consciousness


          
         You can barely remember it anymore; there can hardly be a place for the wonders of the Universe in your constantly active skull! It was a balmy, scorching night and under a veil of water your body was embraced like a tender lotus flower, and the immortal melody of our craving hearts sang in a structure beating our hearts! True pearls pound a jewelry wreath into a raven’s feather hair until your twilight lips were touched by the silky dew; our opening flesh-flowers melted into each other as they trembled to a beat; in the fountains of hidden musical lagoons, the raging destruction was so good: immediate rebirth followed!
          
         Your flowering flaming body danced rhythmically, and in the immortal drift of each other we felt for ourselves how foolish the passing precious Being was! You eagerly, hungryly caressed my lips and laughed like a jingling song in his ears w...

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    On the porches of the days


          
         I would have to cling to impenetrable, eternal lights as an eternally hopeful little child so that the many thorn-offs would not reach me! Addicted to snuggling up to Infinity and believing in the healing magic of roe deer, that there may be another way out! The hidden Existant casts light out of the fog and the fingertip blade gap of gladiolus hurts the cups of my heart! Many times his hooded mists close to Being, and the Well of Nothing demands more thirstily! As a volatile butterfly, joy sins with someone else! Shelter should already be found for the volatile moment!
          
         Fire-eyed cheap-soul chirping is the computing compromise! Falling stars are still running in the trajectory of my life, as a richly fertile stream, my crater tears immediately flood! I deliberately hide my smile to the Beloved who can still comfort me! - I feel like in the junk market of emotion...

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    Counter-Light


          
         Shadows cast a price on me like a nervously raised bow string; curved mirror tiny, miturgist dwarf! My childhood is always listening to me! In the grip of a confused, uncertain Tomorrow, Loneliness falls on me at any time! Happy rains in your drops of tears I can not find myself! I exist even when I have to hide in disgust; the flock of insane people will not let go unless I surrender to My Truth! Who will hold my hand in a starless, eternal night? Who raises to comfort me, lest I fear the conscious uncertain ?!
          
         Cowardice that wakes up in such hesitant movements and I can't know what it's worth in me ?! - Teach and subdue this slut World where one immediately sells the other and the Honesty of the People is a squeaky matchstick! Only once would the cry flare up into Nothing, which cannot be bribed; my journey could only be by someone next to lead me thro...

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    World view


          
         In dazzling winter, like a cowardly creeping animal, with padlock-dreamed dreams, he waits in silence for helping friends, but no one comforts him! Preserved fear sits in the depths of desperate hearts, and ladies, paraded ladies laugh at their polite chivalry when they greet them with hand kisses! His future is still confused; they were carried full of fog and the opportunities for him to prosper were stolen from under his feet! He would roar, almost so wounded by his humiliation shake, but his mouth would turn blue into the fall of silent shackled tears!
          
         He lives here as a strange herald; just referring to yourself! Dagger-raised business hands raise a dagger against it, even the coolers tread the trajectory of in ambush! As a begging vulnerable, he loses his fertile silence in a storm of misunderstanding; it has broken its way with words that have become rott...

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    Uninvited nest loader


          
         I didn't want to speak to a camp of non-flatterers, but he was brainwashed in the ditch pit of this Age to someone who was open-
          
         With a spirit, he still understands acceptingly! In his earthly living rooms, I could well have found a heart-warming true home; as a vagrant, unfaithful stuffing Tolerating the Occupation of Executioner-Time Times - because I am forced to - still endure! Celebrity-chasing celebrity chopsticks flattered to each other from late dawn to sober nights! With uncovered breasts, yet in armor-armed Solitude, I will stand among you! And I am forced to endure the blunders of my prodigal misfortune with charlatan smiles!
          
         Today, rat souls are either glorified by others in a proclaiming loudness, or are galloping! As insidious servants of nothing, they began to viscerate the base of o...

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    The face of things


          
         As a broken blow to couch silent; vile powers change hands as lingerie; the self-rescue movement fell voluntarily, the Infinite long ago destroyed! Something took hold of the selfish Souls and split! Bone-white, the faithful blinds stumble into the uncertain future! History re-sells itself with slut faith and serves everyone else instead of self-esteem! The Angels' redemption wings weigh heavily into sticky mud, for they are full of Twilight wounds at the base of their backs; in cages, puppies are devoured by bargained jackals - and there is no way out!
          
         One-way streets are designated as intentional dead ends to make a possible career impossible from others! The little bitches chirping cute mini-lives are bustling yet because they can’t mouse paths to dance wobbly! The researcher, the vigilant moon, also became a blind man; he can only sit lame and moti...

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    No-Time


          
         When Can Bird Whistle Finally Become Silence? Peace redeemed forever from universe kisses ?! Our mundane words tick like bombs only in human hearts and teary-eyed stars serve to protect instincts! Crazy in the meadows of bone fields, ku has lost his entire life, and you can never find the solutions to survival again! V.I.P. night drowned in bubble night; the slow destruction of themselves was signaled by the timed hell machine! Fragmented, the sight glasses were broken; the Present is bent on its glass tiles! Instead of a multitude of friendly faces of people, yawning skulls greeted the homesick everywhere!
          
         - Our weary fears also sin against us in this way; in the cool masks of faces we often get lost if we can’t see the differences! In the shadow of our silence, we know nothing but we are fleeing! By law, Being rips out your Dreams of Silence; a line of f...

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    Yoke


          
         Skeleton-armed trees threw a dagger at seeing it cringe! Wall-to-wall! Seeing that he had touched the World as a fallen blind spot; unexpectedly a shard-tiled tile enters its mirrors and hangs on the edges of Being! On Golgotha nights behind the eyes, you don’t know when the guards can come hand in hand with the Watchers! On their foreheads there shines the ticket of the human desire for the ceaseless right! The invited Death grabs us when all living things are undressed and the ash-swallow bodies of skulls fading in empty eye rolls are soulless! He fell to the ground in a split space, dug into a hut and returned!
          
         Because every vision deteriorates into the fog if we don’t pay enough attention to its voices! They speak for you from the bastards of Wounded Time; as a mortal, your naked loneliness is better accustomed to; perhaps even the immortal Unive...

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    The Bark of Being


          
         Everyone in Being crashes like wolf traps are the researcher wild! Behind the face, another cleaner and more sincere look besieges our beating hearts! Because in a sensationalist world today, Minute Blue people continue their handball gang time and the looming danger also comes from the smiles of artificial liver! He who confesses and reels is forced to wander into other circles! They freeze in a rush because it is no longer possible to get out of bribed robot tempos! Many people bribe from bribed careers overnight because they stifle everyone and fame crumbles!
          
         At the crossroads of fear, heart attacks are pounding and you can feel the silent killers already threatening them all! - A child plays on the rails: even the sure Death laughs! The word fluttering on his lips is still but not laughing; as a little survivor, Man has already surveyed the spatial relations...

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    Blurred future


          
         Where will you hide if the iron hands of raging gorillas get stuck in grabs and you break out of this time forever because there will be no one next to you ?! What kind of Soul pulsation, lost drum can drift anyway? Which of your face shadows is soaking in the water of haunting nights? Are you constantly terrified that the danger is complimenting you in your uncertain world ?! "There's no ringing in the firewall of hell for the eternal losers!" Your body orbits in a dream bay like a mutilated planetary continent, and when the spikes of insidious thorn bushes pinch, even the Angels laugh!
          
         You know, a calculated moment of loss can surround you at any moment and devour your wounded Soul! You should look for your Underground Sun radiating within you even more boldly! The unreal in the Present amazes you! Ever since I feared the Cassandras-Report; you c...

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    Counter-Light


          
         Shadows cast a price on me like a nervously raised bow string; curved mirror tiny, miturgist dwarf! My childhood is always listening to me! In the grip of a confused, uncertain Tomorrow, Loneliness falls on me at any time! Happy rains in your drops of tears I can not find myself! I exist even when I have to hide in disgust; the flock of insane people will not let go unless I surrender to My Truth! Who will hold my hand in a starless, eternal night? Who raises to comfort me, lest I fear the conscious uncertain ?!
          
         Cowardice that wakes up in such hesitant movements and I can't know what it's worth in me ?! - Teach and subdue this slut World where one immediately sells the other and the Honesty of the People is a squeaky matchstick! Only once would the cry flare up into Nothing, which cannot be bribed; my journey could only be by someone next to lead me thro...

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    When Time vomits


          
         How ungodly is this land that wildly Hyena's footprint Angel can barely enter ?! The inner soul-night falls to ashes, the pain sizzling into your soul screams! Because the moment thickens to an explosion; every barren Face is another cunning mirror from which we can fall out of our dreams! Those who can guess the plague of the Jackal of others can be fooled to run! Teasing the columns of light, the pathetic Giants of Indifference spit on the Present! Cosmos-space homestead in broken hearts as the only guest!
          
         The one who sets out on the essential path behind mirrors wanders with a cherub face to see what really matters! - The breath of unavoidable questions obscures you! - Maybe Love is a hand grenade ?! The nuclei of the Universe unite in volcanic eruptions in superstitious moments! The tunnel is torn through the moonlight by lasting fear! Man, the eternal O...

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    Passing cradle


          
         Pass-wise rock, since My shipwreck is linear; like a sprained, bald string of numbers!
          
         Dozens of childish playfulness clings to me because I assume Peter Pan syndromes rather than absolute strict adulthood! The petty warts of wild times burn in my body, immortal Universe would be given by all my words of compliment; it is still intolerable that we will also exchange our principles as used underwear! "Misfortunes approach me with determination!" The official indifference binds its negotiated, alamous alliances with Nothing, and the reserve pleasures already lack all the absolute Promises of Goodness! "I have a lot of useless promises and Van Gogh's ears cut!"
          
         Scandal if weeds and those fighting with themselves are already pathetically ridiculous! Man's transition between an a...

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    Uncertainty


          
         If I were to gather my courage I would gladly be comforted among the rose petals of my lips; the cherished Universe, as a kind, caring Mother, would extend her sacrificial arms for me and comfort her with her kisses! Our wonderful words would wander into our eyes in the tunnels of secret telepathies; phenomenally laughing stars! "I know I'm still strangely ridiculous today, and yet the eccentric inertia of men in love as men in love;" I would protect myself from self-damaging disappointments and yet cling to the tropical atmosphere of love tendrils!
          
         In the selfish depths of my childish soul, patience is wasting patience! Thinned hugs revolve around Procrustean beds, like notched knives! Disturbed innermost compulsion is chasing me to confess with open mouths of surprise to many who thought they were not even known! "Pebbles of stars stared int...

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    Unopened surprises


          
         Inexhaustible is growing in me your fear! I build a skeleton in my mind for every bagatelle nothingness! I am inexhaustible in me dwarf despair, unbearable dread! The fingers holding accusations to the Present are already pointing at me; my lion doubts are inexhaustible in me too - carving square signs on the mounds of the universe of the twilight, ghost midnight pillows…
          
         In my soul I carry a little boy dissected for his memories; chubby, feverish grimaces on his feverish face! I hesitate to drop star balls of tears! The Happiness you find may not even be reserved for me! I can't watch limelight's chirping babes anymore because I immediately capture my explosive temper! Pawnshops give laurels a five-minute reputation: intentional jerky free-mouths scare you to death!
          
         Everyone prefers a t...

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    Deep-lightning


          
         Fallen, Oldster-shadow-wise sure Deficiency; breakers are trampling on the abyss of my attentive presence! Career-hungry celebrities will soon have a promising gate of opportunity! On a thin rope of pain, you are forced to balance Being, while the ironed shadow over your head recedes! They step on my naked soul immediately, without question, the False-honest who have not learned to profess the Truth! I am no longer amazed, but every day I am disappointed with an important little slice! In whom can I ignite the flames of the Universe again to make our hearts pound at a pace ?!
          
         As a child of the nyapic half-nail of human-leaning grasses, it would be good to cling to the love stars of hopeful gazes! I live in a city of uncertain swings, and I have to realize every day I can barely make it! All Life: two-walled, closed room! Prisoners and captors interrogate each ot...

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    Epistolary Humana


          
         Like a shipwrecked, he clings to unknown shores on the last soul, but he may never reach shore; my throat was hoarse silently many times and my voice continued to sound like a muffled sigh! As a rodent worm for my heart attack-stressed soul, the greedy and insatiable Compulsion settles like this! I would have to, even if I had to be selfish for myself, sure of Man
          
         survive! The haunting moonlight tattoos my face like shards of silent shadows! And while you ask, asking with jagged tentacle teeth useless, "What happened to you?!" "The sure answer will be written on the trenches of my wounded Face if the glass bead of True Beads trembles again in my soul!"
          
         My broken body guards the burdens of tough-konokan and what many discover on me as a redemptive smile - Suffering! I feel like he is...

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    Dropped beast


          
         Accompanied by sorrow and danger, a seagull scream splits through the air with lightning speed! The silly mood of happy hearts was soon challenged; trapping, false promises! With the unstoppable temper of the sea waves, it swells and the slap of my chasms and all the petty old-fashioned blows, the blade-sharp criticism of the sword against another deliberate Judgment against My Humanity are growing in me! The suffocating Solitude is already decomposing in everyone; trusting hearts are revealed to you with traps!
          
         The wandering wanderer of split spaces: something constantly pursuing and encouraging, with my wandering destiny, deliberately confronting itself in the deserved dreams of the Universe! It breaks into pieces year after year, month after month My soul narrows boyishly and squeaks in its uncertain chasm; your gentle shock only a few researchers can’t...

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    I'm calling you ...


          
         My dear earthly friendship is a glorified Universe! When I looked at you with hesitant, squeaking trembling after the winter-smelling aftermath of windy March idus; my incredible despair, and my selfish self-pity calvary — Intentionally you could feel yourself — if you wanted to — I didn’t go there to you! My chubby bones were rattled and crackled by the wind of the ordas: the crouching shadow on the line of my heel turned into an ugly bat wing and the peoples of the gentlemen were dressed like a leper! With ringing, friendly letters every day
          
         I honor you and the sure doubts continue to make you uncertain: Are you still reading at all? And your redeeming tender Gioconda pillar glows again to a noble thought and we can become Friends!
          
         But fearful: My life-giving, broad hope fades...

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    Dissatisfied Faith


          
         A rock of torment has become my daily bread! I move homeless among the screaming traps of trapped wilderness! I pack valuable books on my bookshelf ribs every day! The noble soda coats of the spark-igniting intellect! In striking, deepening sand, a wise Sisyphus follows a scroll passing within me with edible diligence; my shoulders often crack! Janus-faced leashes stagger at me while fiddling with responsibilities! From the rich sunbeams of bud-radiating eyes True beads swirl!
          
         Muses and Gods will hardly shake hands with me! - I bow myself many times and my heart-pounding heartbeat warns me; it can't end well! I would scare the ugly Death with the Beloved I found! Dissatisfied fat on the verge of life! - My dead end is a birch wolf stack; as a blind mole, I can only cling to possible answers!
          
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    Delayed soaring


          
         Encircled by the speakers of Uncertainty; it would be good to break out of the universal anxieties of deep storms of silence with certainty! I dreamed of the sparkle of the universe for myself in the depths of immortal deer eyes! A cursed poet with a doorknob in me in a great crouching darkness; calls for a duel! The lasso of my transience is not cherished by Ariadne's hands; his greedy greed drove out this now-life-seeking world! Sandals are still torturing me from the choking edge of the world!
          
         Trappers in pain captivity after some achievable goal; diminishing hope every day spikes a spike-blade of pain! We had to march in mud and I don't know cheap dog kennels or parade palace suites will be mine! - Just the insured For nothing, I can be pretty cowardly! Spark-sharing proud smiles don’t give me their sacred flowers! Toothless wolves are still hu...

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    Mole-light


          
         Listening is still ticking, but he would confess his throbbing memories of the Unstoppable Heart if he could speak! In a rotting pot, the leaves of the blood that are damaging to the soles burn with petal flame! Arterial muscles quarrel with mischievous blood vessels; the stressful Nervousness orders with a squeaky heart attack alert! A cracked envelope rages frantically in a haunting ominous night! An exclamation voice sobbes in me as many times as I can; I lived in anxiety between my shackled body walls; in a turbulent world I should still be consciously alive to see the flames of eternal Friendship in cometary rose souls! -
          
         A prisoner with a winged voice would often be released from the prison of my rebellious chest! "My darling's immortal gaze is drifting beside me!" The nightmarish melancholy light of moons is marching more and more unpredicta...

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    The intoxication of despair


          
         Sleepless Night splashes of Light; in a haunting lunar world, a little boy swells with tears! The silent pearl drop of rays sticks to his face! In his troubled soul, Angel marvels and hesitates over the mortalities of the present World! The lush mane of wise trees still boldly hides the darkness, but there will be a time when the damned parental hand will create a space shortage around you again! The fish-stepped Twilight also knocks the rusty canal to the chattering word of falling dew, while re-mixing with the juices of the life-giving earth!
          
         As a familiar, familiar friend, Sorrow greets me with sorrow; the driving force of my pessimism! And if it weren’t for the wounded consciousness in my self, perhaps the happiness found in me would come out too! The melting mood of the evening is haunted by horrors; rest hesitant, my boyish soul rocking in foam foams...

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    If you ask ...


          
         Petal-white elastic bosom; all your photos are another fatal blow to my heart! I want to confess to you with an eternal heartbeat that walks you through Allness, if you listen and listen to my fallen words! Today, the small-style monkey choir likes to cling to shreds and scolds someone easily! Complaint-ready supplication wounds puncture holes in the atrium of my soul when it is incomprehensible to my compliments "what is it?" - the answer! "In the lighthouse solitude of high rock walls, it would be good to tremble with you!" Facing the rocking pearls of the veil waterfall, we would kiss each other's Universe-shaking bodies and rejoice in the conscious emotion that our petal-heartbeat is pulsating and vibrating!
          
         Hungry Greed ignites his tiny candles in the eyes of Hyenas! As an escaped stream, your deer cherishes stars; With his righteous...

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    Little philosophy


          
         Who guards what ?! Illusion of pink syrup cravings, another five-minute fame and career opportunities! Cheat-blind Teasing hope is teasing and advocating for those who bribe themselves at any time! Your purple heart must also be a wounded pincushion; home of dozens of stinging needles! Who guards who ?! Forced democracy among hen cages, a silicone puffed cake miracle, a lurking night that flattens or betrays and betrays everyone!
          
         Lust and pain sprout from certain moments! An orbiting planet can only be my wounded, melancholy soul! I can't dictate when to create what! I would like to smuggle a living, karakan will from the kind gaze of a heart-worker as a heart-worker in the depths of conscious labs of consciousness! Greedy Time lends itself to the fat obscurity! He stepped back to the feet of the World as a muttering stake! Everything is repeated with a sque...

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    Pilgrim pain


          
         Shame-weeping precious sorrows are embodied in the tear-battered trenches of my eyes! Annihilated Figure withered between the treasure chunks of dwindling sunbeams - I find myself less and less! Hiss has an abundant alley-scented, ominous Tomorrow in which snake-tongued weeds and hyena hear a killer-marching laugh! The far-gliding count of rich minutes is busy on the dial of the tick-clog clock!
          
         My bed - if I don’t care - will be embedded in a bottomless abyss for me! - Fattened by the noises of Darius, this great World of Indifference is puffing: my heart is becoming more and more lonely! Grumbling, annoying, "some" temper swearers scare me at whom Literature has become a useless useless thing! That's why I'm deliberately running behind my pilgrimage walls! Her lung-pumping lung pumps rattle a expelled Silence! Midnight Wraith Shadows Ev...

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    Choking infinity


          
         Infinity is still waving but consciously playing with me! I'm tensed in as a toddler with a small child. I would love to caress the cheers rose finger of mornings to protect blankets - who will be able to kiss a redeeming healer on the cracked wounds of my lips?! Tamed into a tamed Hermit by this vile, interested Age with vile lies, which are not authentic! Even conciliatory serenity rarely surprises me when you can sit on my crusty heart with a few good words! The horror-like Fate is a present horror image: as a hard hard-headed, I rarely dare to listen to his words as a novice! Choke, killer Night is bribing me! I would seek refuge if I knew and know about myself: I could be happier if I let the spark-igniting joys of this Being surprise me even more mischievously!
          
         On the drift of my prisoner's days, it hangs between gaps - without safety ropes - I han...

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    The magic of calls


          
         A double, twinkling candle flame flies in our eyes; ash boobs two movable hemispheres! Your palm-shaped spine tightened like a bowed-nerve in the moments offered by the Universe! A tiny tadpole heartbeat thrives between the muscles of your loins and the blessed bones of your pool! Light-adolescent instinct stimuli will surround you and not let you go! I see the charm of your beautiful, exotic motherhood in the distant Future and a part of my being will calm down with confidence! I can know myself many times in you: Peter Pan syndrome - which can only grow slowly! You take Eva's nakedness as a spark-breaking female body, even I am overly mundane and prudent!
          
         In the blind-mirror desert, it is increasingly difficult to find True and Sincere emotions! We tremble immortal in our own audible heartbeats! There is a short circuit between each other's proud detai...

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    Wraith


          
         In the interactions between the human body, as he is mesmerized by a smile of Heaven, his eyes stray as flirtatious Angels stared at Jacob's ladder! You have to move from hardship to hovering and you don't feel that everything has happened in vain! Eyes superstitious with respect to the weight of the earthly Eden are bound, and the refuge — apart from the Universe — is all uncertain! The psychological fire of attraction pulls our wounded souls back into the Present! "There can be no shadow of impending Death, only fear!"
          
         The enchanting rainbow of eyes can only be blinded in faithfulness in love! In the depths of dusk, how does a Star of Bethlehem guide us ?! - What is left of your fatty breast milk on urgent request? You would eagerly suck the life-giving kisses of Being that has bound itself to you with its love! An orphaned stalac...

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    Sand grains of denial


          
         I know I should finally cling like restless grains of sand in the cracks of rocks, like a stream bustling in the thin veins of stones, like the esteemed promise of the Truths! In hurricane storms sweeping the seas, the defiant sailor, or like a True Pearl-sized tear on truly sincere faces! I still crouch wordlessly in rose petal hearts and I would wait anonymously for the right moments! I still don't know what this uncertain expelled Fate can want with me and can I still find the secrets of Happiness ?!
          
         As if in gravitational gravity alone I would fall; grabbing the two ends of Being, I pulled with me the ingrained shadows of my past! Many times I couldn't be good enough with petty Differences! Brown blinking dots smiled from laughing deer eyes and I imagined that; it can be found in Harmony! The walls of a selfish prison, I feel every day, lean inwards:...

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    Fate and star tickets


          
         There are dreams in the purple cup of our hearts; the Lights are spawning! Honest True Pearls can be fished out of the glittering lake of eyes! Almost every movement can last and remain a testimony! The Universe could open as a mouth if two hearts come together! To what extent are we ourselves in the flames of superstitious smiles on the open signs of faces and gazes ?! "Our bare-hearted dreams could be burst into cool, sincere tears!" How much of everything we intentionally gave up! Years wander over our heads like witnessing memories! Our hearts are purple and I would still knock on the closed gate of Love: in search of the One-Who would let go!
          
         In times of extinct silence, crying often hurts, breaks bold will and new desires! The Savior Light often falls into a chasm; I always find myself in the judgmental blow of hours! Yesterday's thinking bon...

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    Chess mat


          
         People are slowly crawling beside me! Like insidious, undergrowth hatched from the underworld who have sins; in themselves, even the mirror drops of the tumbling Light always fall up! As if it were sticky cell plasma, Being! Attention in itself to worn-out, useless heartbeats; Discipline struggles with distance and presents new tasks every day! The worked-out minutes blur through the hurricane waves of sounds! Liars' lure hand explodes more possibilities!
          
         Phlegm indifferent rotting reigns even in more alert spirits because my intellect is overcome by trendy jerk; all self-knowledge can disappear if the personality cannot feed his own thoughts! There is little self-criticism on the masks of very plasticized larval faces, a defeated will trembling like an apostate on the street corner! - Many people are moving on a self-destructive path while the sure Career i...

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    A crack spilt


          
         Heart murmurs are done with the People of Golgotha! Every survivor-day is a day more scared! They know every second can count, and that they can always pluck Tomorrow! Uncertainty is also consciously terrifying our senses! Even the crisis of continuous existence that we could not learn the rules of survival enough times! We can only be perfectly free if our beating hearts rest in the arms of our Beloved and are redeemed! In every silent knocking True Pearl, a singer of a rain - like curious explorers, attracts People with unattainable post-Happiness!
          
         In the stubborn Time, all Shadows depend and Life lives on until then, we deliberately deceive ourselves! - Sea-deep beats in the content-excited Spirit; the Desire can preserve and preserve if the eternal present star shines in the other's eyes! Forced on stairs, you step on it, even if they are constantly hook...

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    Something starts!


          
         A single superstitious deer can fit an entire human life! A star shining like a glory in the darkness left alone! The humanity of moments pierces into enchanting gazes and argues with immortal Love! We see tiny swan ducks appear in the silent future, and certainty stretches between trembling lips: a talkative army of faces rushes through the tactile fabric of Time! Already all of them are bragging! It jeopardizes every request and every sequel! Falling always leads close to ourselves! Tons of heavy loads sit on our shoulders; our urgent years just don’t rest!
          
         The Memory will also be an endless, silent caravan if the given minute calls! Peeping, finite lines are rearranged into the Arc s with Time-intersecting folds! Everyone can be a child-adult again if they don’t know the rules of survival! Hurricanes of fate come together and always come back! The...

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    Crushing Times


          
         In the depths of murderous silences, the haunting dawn gradually grinds its teeth: the Brain dreams of love when everything is forgivable! Old-fashioned pink-syrupy worlds thus rest in sentient hearts; singers' immortal poet-soul circulates in boats! Sparkling sparks still keep the eloquent listening deep in the hearts! From the milk mist of growing nights, when can the only Dear one come to give us, who cherishes the eternal child in us? You are asking your destiny while rebuking yourself: what could have ruined you so far that you have sunk your Will into yourself?!
          
         The cheapened era of endless promises will be heard through the glass of your windows! The shadow of the depths often swings from the otherworldly surfaces of the walls! It always embodies, but the Dream itself grinds! He often got lost among your shouting thoughts; gap-idiot Celebrity chirps c...

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    Between two stops


          
         Between four walls, the whispering moonlight tattooed monster figures in my heart! From him I am so difficult and often speechless! Filled to the brim with the words of the Prophet, I deliberately trip myself from the pitfalls of obstacles! In my entrenched loneliness, I often associate with my memories! The eternal Child who could have stayed seems like a split mind! Defend and indict everywhere! The world has extended above my head! my true face would donate to the immortal Beloved with the true pearls shattered into many pieces!
          
         There is an eccentric smile and a quiet song! Between the cages of my ribs, the pulsating throbbing of the World can be heard crystal clear! The broken tidal wave rumbles in the place of my heart attack and I am often afraid to live and hope! It is unbearable for people to often become more phlegmatic! "Perhaps it would have been...

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    Tunnel hell landing


          
         If they giggle for a long time, have fun, I quit Life without charge! They are beating flowering nails into my Heart of Calvary, which is constantly dropping petals! Toxic strands grow under my damaged skin; jackals are also matching killer laughter destroying my inherited cells! An understanding conversation depends on the nature of the day; i stop in one place like a chubby celestial body! The hardness of the Spirit goes hand in hand with the garbage roasting that is rooted in the World!
          
         Cause and effect breaks the connections of the intellect into parts; and the prophets who have negotiated with themselves can scarcely shout, "How have we come this far?" - The lowly pains of bullet-hit wounds cannot be reconciled; between the avant-garde liturgy, the Human Man should learn to think again! There can be no more stakes in self-deception! Claustrophobic...

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    Open word for uncovered faces


          
         In the ring of memories, there is silence bribed silently: Behind its soul barricade, his life is squeezed out like a juicy lemon every day, but even then it is not broken, and he holds his faith hard! He is a self-contained, selfishly locked prisoner, yet he is forced to look down on this shaggy, swampy attitude that the vast majority has now established! They are convicted daily in public hearings; the ridiculous role of judge and accused is all measured on him!
          
         You can't be a mortal and just be judged! He understood the bled pathos of human falls early on when he felt a lack of empathy! - Magnetic couscous loads are tested to attract soul-toxic Sisyphus; seven-test rocks, if pressed to the brim, not even the falling-star-eyes will cry. “Idiots disinfected with idiots are in vogue, while many are chasing the single-color rainbow for no purpose!
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    The song of the tramp


          
         An unshakable tramp of this mihasna to Earth; he puts his coat together with needle showers on his face and goes on gritting! Kneeling-blowing, roaring winds blow into the eyes of tearful Calvary! The firm confessions of his wounded soul can be humbled to tears! It forces insidious evils, committed, brazen sins, to account! - He still goes to the tramp and is not reluctant to arrest human objects either; indifferent, phlegmatic texts would rock the crumbs of Truth witnessing in his soul! In his fallen eyes, he carries a Judgment woven from a branch of blood lilies against traitorous bitangers!
          
         His face is still a long-forgotten Stranger! Trembling in the fog! As a deliverer from the ancient depths of caves, the silly does not interfere with Being; as the Hermit Prophet listens and gathers into himself the experience that has taken place of facts! "Black, me...

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    Continuous reflections


          
         A stateless, orphaned planet orbits itself! An invisible body to the outside world! Foreign matter in the mess! With a restrained spin, shake off the unnecessary frills, false Promises! He would entrust His selfish Judgment Truths to frightened deer eyes if he could! He would cling to a desperate survivor in the icy Cosmos space! Faceless trembling abandoned and alone!
          
         It does not completely lose its Sunlight, which is still foolishly glowing around its axis! - The unspeakable number of measured sins, and no matter how hard the dwarves would try, is covered by the public media: the scapegoats may have remained perhaps the true Heroes: they do not escape their responsibilities! The innocent supplications of the lived truths float in interstellar space with importance! One could humbly learn to wear human proportions: not to grow and not to sink beneath them!

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    Spartan nipper


          
         The superstitious gaze of the Universe will flirt with you if you let it! They dig their flesh into your floating rubber flesh! Every immortal kiss refutes Reality! A rocking cradle stretched over uninterrupted depths swings; including a planned line of stations! Flower petals appear on the palm of your hand as a sure pledge of eternal Loyalty! Shivering squeezes the pulsating heart petals! The Silence walks zigzagging on the edge of the Infinite: the Death Consciousness pulls you deeper and deeper, wings-broken!
          
         The power of the Never Happened tears up our years! Even washing weights hang on the liberating Hope and you should learn to trust again! The shadows of the Past haunt you in your cells; your molecules are therefore zigzagging! As the crazy division of cells accelerated, Time accelerated! Today the Truth is still very cheap s the lie is astronomical! &q...

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    If it were true ...


          
         If Sin had been true, it would have been done to self-deception! The faces of Eber-flattering, petting cockroaches are changing! The time for sure handshakes in loyalty is finally over; you wallow your humanity you can't give yourself up! You should forget the breaking monkeys and pass the weed whistleblower! Words that excite from the depths also shatter like sacred phrases, flowing like plastered plaster; captured in captivating schizophrenic mirrors on the Live! The minute of self-loss breaks down into parts amid terrible torments; silent silence recorded on a tape recorder is listened to even if the silly Hope has been trashed many times!
          
         A deadly trap today is also a feigned pretense, you can not raise happiness or restless! In dominant, aggressive instincts, the Redeeming Paradise Island of the Peace Plate is soon immersed; Neanderthal gorillas chatter...

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    Wax faces


          
         Man always throws away his lost self! And as snakeskin, it immediately clings to new ideas, more bribing opportunities! What could be on the other side of compromising, hypocritical puffy faces? Everyone who called himself the Emperor of Life in the crosshairs of another court Celebrity-fool cameras! Another witty smiling wedge of idiots! What is in place of noble principles, redemptive ideas? On the battlefield of destinies, like the bowling puppets grinning, there are lines of teasing failures!
          
         Could there still be boastful Hope on the chilled Bone Mountain of the Dead?! Every vulgar sermon is just another trap of dogma, a sacramental deception! Only by the law of the heart can we be truly Good and Humane! Shards should be found in never-up-not-mapped restless souls, if they could! Those who look through the surface of things can never watch vigilantly the ros...

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    Convicted of innocence


          
         The forgotten handshake is already embarrassingly serious; as the imprint of chalk-faced faces will you be an aggressor, or perhaps a conciliator who will redeem your loved ones?! Conscious fear runs through the rails of your laid soul! The effort to get there is everywhere! A family home may not be waiting for who really deserves it! Everyone stops near the top of their careers if there is no broker or protégé behind them! Confidence can also be gained with insufficient professional qualifications!
          
         What makes a man of shipwrecked spirits disappointing and wild is the prediction of jerk! Fashionable idiocy, which, like a good thing, sticks to the human character and leaves a pimple behind as a cold! - Chirping nymphs, flirting with prostitutes as flirting prostitutes, while having a solarium pass instead of a mind! Fallen prophets, as a rigid rule,...

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    Damning


          
         For every judgment of condemnation is spoken upon thee by the world. Small-style eggs for stinging criticism! There is always humiliation and addition! Love is both a nuclear reactor explosion in the catacombs of the heart and a self-destructive suicide if not reciprocated! And the gates of the Universe will also be destroyed in their selfish immortality! - Intoxicating word operas fight a fierce cat-and-mouse battle with monumental fattened vain monkeys Monkey!
          
         Between distinct, penetrant odors, it strikes the head and the uniformity prevails! Birds and canaries chirping in vomiting, glittering cocktail dresses sing! The stuck Time also wanders crying and decomposes into atoms! They would come up with an alliance of intelligent spirits — a kind of audience — unworthy years deliberately collided with the captivity of nothing; like one who is inside a...

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    Life of insiders


          
         From a budding eye romance, from a hot flame of deer eyes, a bloody circulating romantic seance ensues! The throbbing of the Universe is secretly hidden by our talkative face! Giving donation ruffles and excites the playhouse of our curious subconscious; can the immortal Infinite be felt with each other's bodies?! A dwindling, balmy moonlight kisses the knife-splintered grids on our donor body so that we can feel the fall of heart-petals in an eternal, holy minute and stay together!
          
         Our bodies are secret self-defense armor with which we protect and cover the other; our faces still glow with faith in loving pleasure, we cherish the image of the distant, imagined future in his contemplations! As curious as mischievous kids who are themselves explorers, mini Colombians; superstitious, with our Heavenly kisses we try to weave our secrets even closer! Enriched in...

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    Guardian of the Canon


          
         A pre-dancer would be carved out of me in vain by the faded, sloppy World: a jerky cord! A flattered prophet and a witty eccentric, I would rather never bargain with his selfish laws if they sounded! Let the rebels breathe without me! In the open, many times I still feel bribed by my dreaded fear! As a startled little boy, I am already ashamed to go among the people who keep promising! As a disillusioned light, I would look for my prosperity, who if thrown out the door isn’t sure it will climb back out the window yet!
          
         The insidious eyeball of blindfolders flashes like a loot and strikes every second; double handshake often turns into strife when there is no Eris nearby! - I grope in the ambiguous obscurity as a stray dog and I have to beg for the pondros that have taken on human faces: "It would be good to gain experience and expertise as a friendly f...

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    Double denial


          
         Now the dirty lantern light washes around in one place: my vulnerable orphanage follows the footsteps of my legs silently, following with faithfulness as a Shadow! I would put my trust in True-Eternal friendships like one who hopes for comfort from others! Their donor conversation could be a redemptive balm in an alley-smelling state of despair; I would cling to my fingers with barely known chivalrous virtues as I kneel before the Dear and send the encrypted telepaths of words out of my eyes to my petal-heart: Do you still love me?!
          
         Our treasure-laden existence begins to fade if we only see what the insidious, biflowering mass culture projects before our eyes! In the house of fame, perfect happiness still lives on: flattening sneezing who only waits for the prostitute's vulnerability to sacrifice herself daily on the altar of her prosperity! Tabloid newspape...

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    Without order


          
         Goodness awakens in a draft, lends water to a chubby face, and goes to serve for Literature! It is not listed as a deliberate surplus in the public consciousness! At times, it is surrounded by unworthy dishonesty that, as a Columbus scout, he stands out among piles of manuscripts! He never forgives the Past lightly; misery-grievance travel with him! Snarling Celebs look out of the overheated testosterone air in gyms! They judge lightly and waste their obesity! Chirping, cheap kittens laugh and scam Judas money again; puffy whimsical presenters print the jagged, brainwashed text; infected idiots peak their minds instead of their heads in place!
          
         Very useless years follow in the marshes of the surface; free-thinking thinkers are nailing it modestly, and they may know that the Truth may come to light one day! "Defiant, gnashing of revenge - fearful - would hard...

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    Satire


          
         The exotic beauties of schools are also grouped into selfish, small-style sects! How many have already called themselves prostitute Virgins?! He coded helplessly on creeping street corners while longing for true Immortality! Léah taverna-pimps gather Judas swags, which are easily obtained with insidious intent; who will drive the industry to nausea sooner or later, and it will be too late for those who can be saved! You can get a slap in the face for a cheap overnight swing! The usury ushers, small-style house angels, preach with responding lap-jaws! "Even a calculated crazy crouching Shadows turn into a camphor with dreams of whistling!"
          
         The non-Golden Medium carries the shadow of swaying hangovers the next day! Light on the powdered faces of deaf people closes and the botox collagen starts to spawn; it can be lean consolation just for the risk...

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    Vigilant wakefully


          
         They hate the vigilant guard today! Gnats also work out of whim! The official decision may seem a refutation! And a stray current of alternating tendency still circulates in the brains of Man, and it is possible that some sacrificial baptisms will always remain if the martyrs have all retired! Enduring the siege of angry friends and unfaithful cedars is still harder than settling down compromisers in peacetime! The secured path of escapes can rarely be open; honesty rebels cannot be taught by rival ant crowds to prosper!
          
         Who is disobedient and soft can not feel good in the sun! The possible route of intrusion was shattered; full of debris and who replied that the brave had cut him barefoot with their blood beads to the insecure holding the unknown! The room for maneuver for Free Thinkers is also increasingly limited; inanimate hordes also drag themselves with hu...

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    Stumbling loops


          
         Gitty deniers, allied with dacha, do not intentionally step on the Light today! Everyone is crowded and just sneaking in! Here, everyone can be a victim-culprit just for cheap success without relationships you can hardly know! Night Celebrity Owls need diligent prey; illuminated moonlight is nestled in their eyes with ever-breaking envy! For those leaving the career, merry widows are waving! Jealous gossipers hate anyone who still keeps the laws of his chivalry! "I could have been the immortal Universe;" I could have felt the kisses of blood petals as I filled my everyday life with redemptive confidence.
          
         Witty, self-bored, jampec-siherers exchange theater tickets and thrive like guests of erotic bachanalias! Being always pushes before man's purposes; project an unavoidable map over the heads of its victims! He laughs at the messenger and the warnin...

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    Purge


          
         When critics pierced my tar skull with pieces of ice drumming! Not a single missing shore could be reached without being so shipwrecked! Vermet-digging careerists threw killers and daggers, and the merit became caressing puppets because they could get an opportunity from Being to start something that had begun again! Anointed redeemers could not keep the Order, and the guarding prophets also slept and listened in silence instead of their Judgment words!
          
         Thick-necked and small-style stici pups were plowed in narrow mouse paths; to become unfaithful natives to demotion who is Man because to stay?! Boiling jampec squirrels and disco kittens are making their way up the donkey ladder of the fashion trend, while their hazelnut brains are getting narrower! Even the proud civis proves only by text and not by his deeds; insane, no-man's-house Aarnoks get the job firs...

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    Debris in the Century


          
         I couldn't grow up! Doubt shook to the bone! My vulnerable being is peeling, like the sun phobia! Brain-shrinking silly idiots echo on modern channels as clamps! Your vigilant reminder woodpecker is on your forehead! Your conscience is constantly interrogated and addressed! "Out of the desire for adventure out there, out of greed for careers, they prostitute the Sanctuary of the Earth Universes!" Form breaker XXI. cheap Celebecskés dream of lustful immortality in the 20th century!
          
         You can also fall out of Paradise quickly, and not just by tasting forbidden fruits! "The" camp of those who know everything better "is bouncing off me, shouting loudly! Human wrecks shrinking into fetal pores like crushing vultures and jackals are brawling in drug addicts that cause serious addictions! Even my existing cowardice in my shed little bo...

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    Sad conclusion


          
         Relaxation is experienced in the Morals and body material believed to be solid! The rest of our existence is already spawned and compact! Hick beak-bumps hit the head every day! The sands of Time are already gently swirling between our fingers; it seems silent to be destroyed and falls to Nirvana! It is a nightmare and an eternity for every conceived application or career plan, and teenagers can get close to the show sooner than they have gradually built the ladders of obsolescence for themselves! "The locks of tons of darkness are deposited in syrup in the craters of barely hazelnut brains!"
          
         In the subconscious of the Spirit, the voice of warning to ourselves also purrs more and more intermittently! Search dogs sniff in their alert greed! Our own prostitute bodies are also getting unclean! You can expect some protection for those who wear a pseudo-fac...

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    Loss of prestige in seconds


          
         Sooner or later, everyone on the kies island of Loneliness will be forced to reckon with their sentences! Alpha s Omega starts from the center of human colonized law and quickly crashes into the fidelity of the heart; uglier work can hardly exist than Betrayal! Reason-nourished intellect degrades into a aggravated obstacle course; devastating Alzheimer's phlegm, bred jerk soon reaches! Five-minute-famous Celebs host and dream singer careers in business!
          
         Everyone who has been offended many times is enveloped and finally immersed in his self-mutilating thoughts! Instead of tiny puddles, I should have sprinkled fresh dew on my soul wounds; fist deposits and crater colonies formed in my heart basin, they started to puncture! Dead Sea sand looks into my eyes, maybe you can still feel compassionate with tramp pains! I deliberately became a Shadow Friend myself and...

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    Jerk starts!


          
         Non-bloody macho, dice-bellied Adonis-Titan chicks tend to lurk intentionally and escape the attention of bikini fairies! They themselves feel that losers against murderously stimulating exibitionism can be absolutely just brought up! Who is not on purpose, and his movement cannot be convincing enough between two chairs waiting for the captivity of floors! Democratic D.Js are pocketing their horses for bakelite shifts, while cosmic noise is raging in the ecstasy vortex of dance halls! Inhibition and anxiety cannot be resolved clearly: it is the manifestation of everything!
          
         Every day, losers and a seven-rehearsed, petty Nobody dream of themselves as self-appointed pop stars; think if they get a record deal maybe they can even run overseas! Then come puffed-up petting, one-man Spanish wax makers, with a flag of allied fire in their eyes; because you always need an...

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    Metamorphosis


          
         In the throbbing cauldron of the Spirit, a restless heartbeat tickles over the silent petals! A heart attack dread can knock at any time if the victim can no longer keep their competitive weight! As a bribing agent on a parallel track; a crater would have been born from a crater depth, not a shipwreck break! Bottomless sadness consumes itself every day, and a long remorse drives suicide to those who may have remained vulnerable intentionally!
          
         The eternal-immortal superstitious whisper of the Universe flows down to the dreamy body of the dripping, spawned honey bronze-brown Muses! The healthy flow of open embers disputes is still increasingly lacking; conflict avoidance preferred! - We should go into deep flight, ignoring the obstacles that are renewed every day, and we should perceive all the boundaries around ourselves with listening ears! The heart is an innoc...

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    Age today


          
         Every partying party gives birth to a fanatical bachanalia! Dip their juicy stomachs into the liquid rivers of hysterical canary warblers, collagen kittens and chocolates carved with round, shaped figures and let them be immersed in lustful pleasure. If pounding belief proves to be a burden, and the fate that can be taken over, will force the babysitters into handcuffs, they will soon exchange their emotions and the prostitute will be made vulnerable by love!
          
         Carrying the One-Choice in the Loyalty Hall of Hearts is still harder than going to bed with cultured stallions in a variety of ways every day! Fairy person s and commonplace furies in one person are also prima donna; friendly-acquaintance phrases are only offered to break-up businessmen or bored billionaires!
          
         Whose heart is a donor, an invaluable...

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    The heritage


          
         We are all interoperable! Clumps of hair cling to us at the gates of the inner, much-lost Spirit! We dream of finding a home while chasing the way of our selfish career and prosperity! Hypocritical, well-moved moods change everyone into cared-for thank you people! Who nods at the real play all selling himself for kilos and grams and his prestige squabbling! They deliberately subdue the refreshing knowledge, and the nourishment of the more curious spirits can only extend to another private life of Celeb sensations!
          
         He who dares to confess in verses, when he kneels down as a sign of his faithfulness, immediately laughs with a simple wave; remains a target! The multiplied phlegm-tangled style is becoming more and more twisted by itself: those who have forgotten the Human Law and who are fair are already trampled on by indifferent arbitrariness. Idiots, giggle-etude...

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    Back-shedding


          
         As a airscrow-tied, tender chubby clown, it was better to remain ourselves than to shape a mortal body into a kneaded, gorilla-brained Adonis titanium! The difference is still striking and undoubted! Even so, your lack of self-confidence can get over quickly! Just as celebrity monkey gingerbread jammers are proudly proud of themselves, their vest tearing is the culmination of their enjoyment - it is probably not a salvation to be overwhelmed!
          
         If Man does not make sure of his formable flexibility! A trumpeting child terror tensed everyone if it only appeared in the whirlwind of V.I.P. parties wishing to rampage! Behind the mixing desks, the exotic bitch ladies were mixing a noise machine and the perfect cocoa could be ready, like the appearance of orgies wishing to rampage: pocket Stallons with phlegmatic frills texts had just boasted quite a few times among the ...

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    The prayer of Truth


          
         A crumbly tear of the Universe should never be ashamed! Conscious tenderness is not a spice of piety! It’s scary to think about it already; Cosmoses in the afterlife cold, if intentionally left alone child-orphaned crying can only circulate soul-seeing roe deer! Soul maps lack a place where they can still feel, everyone has had and will have damn bad days! All the merit of a man boasting in courage is in the minuses if he does not protect the True Beads falling from the sight of his eyes in soft pain!
          
         Many retreat behind the mounds of their exaggerated, squeaky stubbornness; the breathing petals of the Spirit fall precisely because it could hardly have been immortal Dear who could have grasped the sad stigma spheres of Truth in the palm of redemptive harmony! Because who knows for sure that there is a surplus in the World, and it can only be a burden, whos...

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    Isolation


          
         In the midst of the constantly horny tempers set on Spear Hill, the Being-Sensing Man must retire! Feel the tension in your body! The dumbest show of strength on this earth is when the phlegm jerk creates mold flowers blooming from a killer quail! In flooded brains, the bob of knowledge can rarely jump into the stem! The optimized horizon may be strangled by the open port; a weeping sluice squeaks rusty around the necks: a sense of constraint - perhaps - only tortures free thinkers!
         And only passengers can get to the island of the dead on Kharon for money!
          
         To see the bronze-brown excitement of attractively hot bikini swans: their muscle gorillas thickly lubricate the arch of their shoulders with factor sunscreen! And everyone who may have remained a Seer wounded, with a chubby body of Sisyphus, is at all times forced to suffer delusion...

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    Projected encounter


          
         Pulp-threshed, deprived-brain gorilla brains, muscle gorillas still charm; it may not even be necessary to mix! Who started who on the slope?! With shameful, sanda promises, who could have shocked the eternally hopeful hemispheres better? Does the universe fire of our childhood still shine up there? The last advertising light of the Silver Age is just yet, but staying so hard! Vivid, solarium-stained meat masses are shouted like cult sculptures of health!
          
         A barren search, and the researchers began digging in a disgraceful way to even save what seemed like a cheap century of time left to us! Already all cheap plays, mutual deception; as a tumor spreading as a metastasis, re-create the thunderstorm wheel of History with its own laws, only that their selfish and irrefutable lies should gain new votes! A knife knife also proved to be a small number of pumpkins worn ...

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    Reputation-Senk


          
         For lack of a better person, people with a charismatic heart, with their slapped morals, they are all guiding themselves in a web of petty lies! Everyone's own, vivid echoing voice whispers the judgment in their brave-bold-listening ears: every repulsion, trampling is already legal and legal! And the fact that little people are miserable is a big fish pipe responsibility! In the Garden of Eden of Others, the life of phlegmatic celebrity jerks grows with disgusting success! But you can still live!
          
         On the side of Barbie dolls in luxury speedboat categories, with back-moving biceps and barely hazelnut brains, Titans stretch! Everything is played, falsely disbelieving! The unruly heart is already bleeding a little more! Miss zero tolerance Dear! Just be careful Sweet! With its shapely garlic butt and stiffening heels, the gutted manhole cover is also a life-thre...

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    Bush-raiders


          
         My brain’s active feast is still a billion, mocking trouble-creating and destructive at the same time! Stake-no I should prefer times when I can only play for the pleasure of the game! Out there, in the minds of the Celebs chirping in roaring chaos, the thinking intellect lies on a deliberate wasteland! The jerkishness of the jerk and the irresponsible quiver that handles it already torturously; dead money Future can't knock in the camp of the unrelated either! Fearful fear sets a rope for my greedy nerves and I should go through it alone!
          
         The tabloid populist culture can still grow into a deliberate imperial water head! And like any ostrich head stuck in ignorant sand, it will surely burst sooner or later! You can play dust-lost at any time by playing your cards! A crimson, sluggish blush runs across stomach-turning poker faces and cramps his grinning...

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    Alchemy of the Universe


          
         Curled up in a sweltering darkness, in a half-cut pretzel, an eternal-child man chuckled innocently! His superstitious sweetheart was desperately trying to calm the heartbeat of a harassing volcano! The sweaty pearls of his skin testified instead; like an orphaned little child moaned so that the vicissitudes of his wounded soul could be heard! "The universe-feeling sex guest play with its lily-bodied lily body on balmy scorching nights was the immortal Dear as a Mother babushed her teddy bear boyfriend growing up in Eve's costume, and she didn't mind if the all-pervading honesty fell to the surface!"
          
         In the twinkling moonlight, they fell asleep side by side, even in their allegiance, innocent and heart-touching children, who became one in the protection of selfless caring love! Her raven-black hair fell on the petal face of her sweetheart, and ...

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    Internal travel


          
         It seems like a single transition between Order and Chaos; with burning, violet-branched eyes, the Universe winkes, while the other closes his superstitious eyes and seeks order in his expelled brain! In the depths of the Spirit, one who seeks conscious cognition can sweep with romance! Between tear-jerking, heart-cherishing moments, any eye optics can fool you when you see with an open-hearted non-soul! After all, everything can permeate the sure One-emotion of love in everyone's petal-heart must be an aphrodisiac!
          
         His name-no leaves a clown-boy mask on his face; who has been repeatedly vulnerable to the blows of the Storms of Being, repeatedly reluctant to burn himself and rather accepting hermit impotence in order to be able to fend off petty, useless calculations for sure! Whose being constantly courtes the fearful heart of the Universe is shattered by i...

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    Party Life


          
         Syrupy comedies playing in the mirrors of blindfolded eyes deliberately fill our wild instincts! A blade and murderous gazes flash orphaned, and the prodigal son also enters into voluntary hermitage, as he may resent the chatter of prophecy! I witness two servants of my destiny: I leave my knighthood and my Spirit in this way, because a catastrophe of fiery intent has settled in the human eyes, and the phlegmatic slogan of sensations, celebrity chirps simultaneously dazzle and enchant the masses of people! Soul psychosis infects in riots of masses!
          
         The new, all-encompassing, five-minute fame, like the plague, targets and breaks out! And in crowded people there can never be a spark of human tact; in the mirrors of backwaters, it would still be good to discover by hiding the empathy that is the hardest to earn! In dazzling strands of light, tadpole grains lube; th...

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    Children's games


          
         Swell, waving like a swell, a comic sail in our wind-saturated body is the privilege: Prosperity! Make-up, suddenly deliberate naivety between adult chirps Dreamland deception sets a fur trap! Anyone can be hit by an overbearing and light-hearted blow, yet the true Man is the one who is hurt! In the midst of everyday mother-daughter worries, the one who always looks at the future can think of the worries! He who hides, who does not breed usurers in a purposeful way from Life himself, whose unpaid debts remain!
          
         Child-mothers sin with incubator-angels for their inaction, dreading to recognize in the open gates of the Universe the consequences and blood offense if the acute, hot macho guy does not hide in bed with them for the first night of immortality and shame! How many angel deposits are made for them, their parents' sins are also properly repaid: heirs to ...

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    Orange glow


          
         Their chalices are wide open in the balsamic sunset of the roses! Two black crescents in the eyes of vigilant searching eyes! He stops in nun white and stretches out his arms in Eve's costume while daydreaming about the reloadable Universe! The fork of our emotions with cross-branches only decomposes into cell molecules of common multiples at once! Our flowing stream merges into One Fate! The instinct of desire builds a delta on the tiny jewel continent of your navel; the eternal romance of your kisses!
          
         We know: our proliferating empire can only be complete together! - That's how we run to our own donor mouth! Our budding words choked on our throats also sound like our moans in a series of immortal annihilations! This is how the One-gaze guards and takes care of themselves: the breast milk of our sins is still plentiful, and there could be only one commo...

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    Everyday burden


          
         Restlessness can hardly afford a march of raging hearts! Our vows have even absorbed what can be saved at all with his words of allegiance! Why does modesty breathe when it takes shape?! Unaware of his own abilities, distorted, jerking himself down into a jerky barn without the ideal of chivalry in phlegmatic mg; blind-eyed human wreckage sniffs out remaining human brains like a sherbet and there can be no meaningful intelligence collection on the forehead eaten! Depleting, bad kind of drunkenness is rampant in the empty Congo depths of angels, and conscious vulnerability is already a self-deepening chasm!
          
         All window-eyes are blinded! A feeling of conscious vulnerability infiltrates our skins! Diseases pinned to the executioner's peak Celeb heads bloom; a superstitious, flirtatious look flirting with invisible tango between broom-eyed eyes! Pigeon-autumn str...

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    Congo otherworld skulls


          
         There are roaring nonsense in the dugout cavities of Congolese skulls; cultural barriers are also deliberately dismantled by the puffing tabloid media! In the luminous sense, slowed-down, otherworldly loads reverse all the way down to the playback of low-cost stages! As an unfaithful companion, everyone was sniffed by infected, phlegmatic indifference! It is becoming increasingly difficult to paddle from the prison darkness of a closed blockade to the liberation workshops of literature! Shows sparking about the monotonous, jerky goodness of the show, and thirty minutes is enough to say, "How are you feeling?" - to get around the issue!
          
         Grinning silly, chirping idiot kittens are already entangled in the barely livable everyday life, and if a cultural bankruptcy guard shows up, they will kick back into the Stone Age without silence! This is how a consume...

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    Prostituted virgin


          
         Many times he loves himself, maybe that’s why he couldn’t really learn to compare! Excited by juicy, unusual avant-garde evenings; when Papageno balances a wide lake and dreams of a Parrot tool! The porcelain face is all accidental, but its eliminable, repairable flaws aboard the crackling planks are as appealing as the everyday genre boundaries of self-love! It can only be in its own element if it is different at all costs!
          
         At the suggestion of lightweight, affordable careers, the luxuriously unusual appearances that soon set in motion follow a sure-paved path of caressing blindly, congratulating them on the even bigger buck sneezes of millions of ass-licking choirs! As a delightful, redeeming good news, there is a cheap pink icing on this earth, and with its stiletto heels, it will run over itself! It offers a palatable pleasure on her superstitiou...

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    Reality and cosmetics


          
         Lost faith, sensationalist world! Crowds of people are running around in a loser mess! Dirt people and five-minute smudges are poured on torso V.I.P. parties to their comfortable throat, and group bachanalia is not out of the question either! Where did his selfish Cassandrasah go to testify to cobweb prophets who wanted to testify?! In a shrouded self-defense, the Living One who burns himself as an internal cataclysm - perhaps he has not even grown up! Tearful vulnerability always surprises; my whim was left with the late tax! "Glass beads are screaming from prodigal eyes, and they take a crooked multitude of moments that tears can't lie!"
          
         In their puffy, overflowing pride, self-educated terror staggers! A surrendered canary-kitten-gaze to small-style compliments soon vomits! It can hardly be a blind flight between free-living mass-consumer-eden co...

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    Color-lost fog knights


          
         A student crown witness can hardly be found in the field of mystery grains! As an obstacle builder, he builds massive ramparts around himself - it is almost a total inability to decipher his thinking! A knocking heel above it is a black piano keyboard mystery, while the Realm of the Soul is a eloquent but unbreakable shell! Everything can turn in the triangle of total bankruptcy in your career! Among the set badges of majesty, the stamp of the untouchables flourishes: as a bacterium, it occupies any host body, and examining selfish truth truths, the fever curve of their bold lies immediately emerges!
          
         The opposite pair of carelessness or murderous interest thus seems to reconcile and enslave the honor that has become a pile of rubble! - Every visceral wish dies! Shadow Duty Could Be Even Retaining Morality! Simultaneously exhaust and anesthetize insidious suspici...

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    Free fall is prohibited


          
         I deliberately get out of the camp of unsolicited, brain-playing, phlegmatic song trees, chroniclers who want to prevail at all costs! If I have been guilty so far, it is that I trusted some, deserving many, to see if the provable help will come with good friendship! From the horrors of cheap scandals, I’m going to the wall and I’m unable to comprehend why there are only outcasts in donkey ladder careers?! I deliberately avoid deliberate outbursts and the danger of phenomenal exotic women! In civil spheres, the path of hardly deserved assertions is practically more bumpy!
          
         Infertile misunderstandings can lead to phenomenal baby dolls left behind by childish homesickness after new challenges! Even the tabloid media is increasingly serving the American way of life with buffet methods in a syrupy way! In whose image glowing embers are puffy phlegm-jerk, ...

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    Chess-speech


          
         Increasingly infecting handcuffs-whipping, self-determination, despot nonsense! The maps of the bachanalias raging among the Viagra youth are already dwindling! Many muscular gorillas are spotted in gyms all day long and have stimulating testosterone bombs for breakfast! Sympathetic, dipotry cube-brain thinkers can’t even kick a ball on the side of beautifully slender bikini fairies! Intentional guilt can strike in self-deprived hearts if imperial macho gymnastics biceps would rather eat them!
          
         All their futile efforts are draconian rules! This is why it has been a friendship for some time! It would have to be still arguing to quarrel with fog-eating views no matter how many blizzards are floated on innocents; between lizard faces and main roots, the Guardians are still vigilant! It takes courage to differentiate too! Incense burners virib in apostolic gurg...

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    Lack of self-confidence


          
         I would like to jump over my own shadow so that not only can I follow you as a faithful friend, but also have the courage to reconcile with the childish part of my being; there are never-ever, simplified rules for shadowlessness! As a newborn with vigilant interest, it would be good to look around lean indeed; how many times has sober hope bypassed our conscious presence? Always just promising impartiality in return! Maybe the magic of the rose-fingered dawn isn't enough to ignite the Soul?! And yet many would do better to cling to the hypocrisy of their dreams while rejoicing in the new ideas of discovery!
          
         Even at the zero level of lust for action proves who was booked as a scapegoat! Is the American idea of life already a sinful pleasure? Every jerk can be a landslide, and the never-faith phlegmatism of a careerist will! This is how the only career silhoue...

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    The cargo discharge


          
         Painted bleeding site leaks real wound! What is now decomposing inside is still visible from the outside and can be recreated! Accurate-minute clicks-conscientious-minute clicks cause-and-loss Measurement of time! Because everyone is getting closer and closer to stretched ropes, which both tightens and tightens them at the same time! Being as a rampant life imprisonment task; its capacity is always doubtful! It's better not to get lost in the guards of generations of asses! Late-read wolf laws can quickly fool a child-naive man into the thousand!
          
         The commission tree of pleasures has been deliberately picked! Those who have been quarreling early on can lie and become guest-condemning, insidious monsters when it comes to their selfish careers! With the protection of familiar tentacles, the Truth is also getting harder to probe! Killer-cynical gazes cross-stand...

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    How to lose ourselves?


          
         Wrap up in the thought of everyday departure! You may know: shelter is rare if you can provide you with posterity! Your sinful city will not allow a rightful liberation where you could never have been truly free! Your usual commentary and platinum-fattened text is always laughed at by light-hearted lazy worms! V.I.P.-volunteer parties are holding themselves with a chick-catcher, scout-commando on the shore of Lake Balaton duck swimmer! "You were a cowardly pull that you took the initiative in your life and you could hardly notice that they wanted to speak to you!"
          
         With your face you grimace a constant boyish sadness and play arbitrarily, because your existence is still an entrenched escape! Only a few affordable, wandering phones can connect you to this bloody outside world right now! Your support can only be childish repentance now; while you, as memb...

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    Dun identification


          
         Because in all the insidious cases, it is a home-based canteen of soul-killing, mind-boggling, headache cats! Ordinary alcohol - s gossip clouds billowing at jaccudzi parties filling the court fools! The dog-flash game of dog comedies is followed by more and more popular fun! The vulnerable man is already prostituting himself! There is also a shadow over the virgin pubic gates of the Universe; diligent sex fleas fatten greedy greedy and insatiable elephants!
          
         Lurking-polite idle boys can always stay on the go! he jerks into an unspeakable deep stack who wakes up to a sobering daze without the love of Loyalty! Ordas-whimsical merriment-pleasures are combined with incredible creativity! - The legitimate V.I.P. sense of life is concreted into the public consciousness as an unbreakable shell! Appearance The shores of America are still moving further and further away ...

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    Infected Time


          
         Carat-deep heat destroys contagious; whistling in the trenches of empty playgrounds and a weedy woman Instead of cheerfully cheering, rich child-thugs, vulnerability teaches each other to survive! There is already a feeling of hostility in a state of consciousness, hidden in conscious uncertainty! We are all standing in a whirlwind lane and we are either cumming or doing enough tricks! We study grimacing faces at the edges of skulls! Today, Hon is still a caressing dream of a waiter, a seeming America, where cheap inflationary forints are also gaining power!
          
         The limbs, which have been severely plasticized, turn into syrups with an expired warranty, and nowhere to get the words of sincere-friendly gestures! This current vomit misery is appetizing; you can't help bear no one's suffering anymore! Sunlit solarium faces glide into a melting target on the donk...

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    Perishables


          
         I feel like it's my turn, and it's forced to the limits! Stupidity as an apocalyptic seasickness on the cheap canned canvases of raging shows! Why can everyone just be trained for objective observation?! Like a forgotten piece of stone here, we are swirling towards the vortex on the ladder of our vulnerability with helpless hands! As an arbitrary passenger stranger, I lay silent in the depths of teary eyes, in the last soft handshakes there could have been something humanly valuable worth waiting for liquidation!
          
         Single-split rails, even steel ropes, become ideal suicide resting places! Stigma wounds can still only throb in the depths of my hidden heart! As a denier, I have already languished in ongoing casting auditions! Left behind by their nickname I have always had a harder time prospering! In grotesque hierarchies set on tops, even the foundations c...

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    Back and forth  


          
         The order of power has long been established in the world! The One should have been protected from the dangers lurking in it; in the depths of his soul he is still quite stubborn, defenseless! As an exposed, orphaned child, all his pathetic pain was already felt inside: the stigma slogans of serial humiliations, terrorsita threats, as well as the permission of the majority to be stoned! His dream sediment, his filthy gossip, would keep him awake, and yet he would always wake him up!
          
         Troubled forgetful killer-accomplices also betrayed their Comrade Loyalty, and in the crossfire of trusting gazes there was always a series of body anxiety and self-confidence shrinkage! The same hardly forgettable complicity can be found in joke-telling; there is also a festive, ceremonial intimacy among the humiliating beatings, and with their sacrifices bleeding during murderous-j...

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    Complaint-wall


          
         In an unbridled consumption, on sweaty orgies, our self-prostituting consumer society is buzzing: the hazel brains are walking idle around their own axis: their IQ is also a nasty double zero! This swarming leadership does not have to hand out sweatballs from sweating stahavonists! Fixed tabloid media has always had its fixed points! I deliberately prefer to avoid the V.I.P. light circuits of interrogation lamps: limited exhibitionism has never attracted me!
          
         My chivalrous virtuus — no matter how much I wanted to — runs out soon; it would be good to settle into the kissing paradise of the Universe once out of temporary stagnant loneliness! Hippie pop cultures were to be re-written in the Echo era, but they would have been good for dating purposes! The honeycomb has been pulled out too many times in front of my nose! "I'd bet if I still had a ...

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    Hazard Allowance


          
         Maybe the Central I have long lost from my horizon? The pounding of superstitious kisses was locked in cold heart chambers by a careerist-fear, and it would have been good to cross the borders of the border crossing with a common will! We only deceived ourselves for time or hours; I can hardly take my mischievous case! I could only be big-saying because I was really scared of infected lies! - The seamless threads were tangled between our budding fingers! "My donkey ladder was broken halfway and I couldn't crawl up and down!"
          
         The achievements of modern psychiatry cannot reassure them in their problem solving and it cannot be just a clear, common practice just stripped scratched scars, which can break up again! Filled with a tear-jerking desire for peace, I wanted to start the relief process once, and then I could watch big ones! My bald headdress ha...

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    Within a given framework


          
         The man of today is resourceful if he shortens the long-promising day with a furfang! You know, it licks in a drift, but with a pale self-tanning cream it evokes the luxury of being available in a small country! It was and will be old, heartbreaking, intoxicating nostalgia, if you can imagine making its fences out of sausage for everyone! His blood boils up quickly and if you don't take care of yourself, he collapses tachycardically in the air-conditioned solitude of gyms and falls to the ground! Amazon fairy blues smile, posing above him: the shoulder species of their displeasure are immediately rearranged too!
          
         Life-lie collections are inaugurated in careers also deliberately seduced! Being is the battleground for everyone; every little style of revenge comes from an instinct of balance! "Many people who didn't sell themselves spend the night in th...

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    From around here


          
         Washed, pathetic molds are definitely washed cleanly jerkwater utility principle: the syrupy-luxury survival-desire for prosperity! They would try to furnish a second welfare state at their own risk: their market considerations are being recorded at the expense of their profitable greed! Their terrible engine of money and testosterone has taken them again?! Sudden upheaval has become every motive, and a believing promise is every ready-made move! They would not require silly, brain-shrinking, dull consciousness; smooth crawlers softened body of the peak! Turbocharged worms preach self-realization. It used to be a ruin when business partners arm is shackled!
          
         In Saturday's willingness, nudely balances geometry as a pendulum with a superstitious, panther-body, sexy hipster, and as a new stranger, he tenses himself like a bow-nerve at any time! With increasing l...

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    Bread-breaking


          
         My auditory canals are sensitively irritated by the obscene-jerky flower tongue; cyber-youth hangs on the phlegmatic lips and always creates! Every talk, flick style is another crime against iris cultures! Titch childhood is sprouting from consumer societies! The Pan Péter complex is cherished by cautious parents! Who is curious about romantic beauty miseries around a composed poem?!
          
         This is how betrayal is deliberately lurking in undermined, hooked eyes! Those who have been stabbing the stacks for a long time and their prosperity in time will be preoccupied with the gloomy tabloid media: brain-splattering, dubious existence on fragmentary sentences! Do not use your passive vocabulary at most if you make new contacts! Anyone who is sure to tremble will never have to think of tricks! And Exotic Beauties will also be tangled, squeezable lemons if the beauty...

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    Luck or washing


          
         A valid domino principle is already fully valid in all cases! Good luck washing, all chirping taps are a good treat, a shaping that pushes each other into the back! The minute reputation of brilliance is never rushed by the fall of the Individual! It seems like a ten-minute, self-contained pall of a job interview repeated to the point of boredom! Dancer-comedian will hang your clown lace at an angle more easily if you know even the dog is not curious about his sensation! Who they like to see as an obsessive failure, a loser even from humanity - it could easily be that he wears every moral prime!
          
         You did not intentionally commit the retaliatory principal sin! The classic case of overinsurance only applies to him! There’s always just the smell of ammonia from the sharper scandal smelling in the infected V.I.P air! My little boy chatter would be taken down im...

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    Swinging inposition


          
         There's nothing to start with the air drilling! He was an astonished idiot; he stood open and gnashing his teeth in a confetti shower of romantic foolish festive evenings! A tender tire might have liked a chubby, good-natured skull! There could have been no proactive shift for him; he would have settled for a friendly conversation - only the correctness of konok-dac hindered his attempts! Among naughty, curious smiles, it could be harder and harder to stop his hesitant knight's place!
          
         Guardian freedom - you know - is still more power! Creative culture has always been a reins in the eyes of highly valued committees! - You weren't looking for a insured loss! Many times it was just that! All rules of the game are precisely-known to either suicides or autists! Public Dangerous Truths are more likely to be fired, while the slouching machine belt holds dur...

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    Shame


          
          
          
         As he found, a prodigal child, out of the words of absolute adults rarely when he listened; as a parasite many take advantage of my naivety! Emigrant strangers are immediately struck by the basic smell of big city killer indifference! As a cuckoo's egg, it even hides behind easy-to-solve puzzles! Modern-trendy women fall into the throes of old goats in sloppy thirties! With their loose reins policy, they can catch anyone and casually break their babbling hearts at any time! Between weekend talks, jaccudzi parties who can't get to know themselves, the formula is getting more and more varied!
          
         Sneaking behind low-cost careers hardly repels the secret of thirsty originality for success: spare loves are increasingly being used for just that! Proper, vertebrate posture is already broken, grote...

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    Ruptcy proceedings


          
         Anyone who has become a caress and has satiated for many years now looks down on his luxury citadel: self-tanning, solarium kittens can already easily lose their basic colors! The dreamy lifestyle and the stylish jaccudzi fall apart into its parts! The prostitution of Being a prostitute can no longer be traced; even at events, a stone-rich snarling shell can be witnessed by those staring at the screen! Distinguished, twinkling accomplice-masonry smiles at wedding moments; one is barely twenty-two, while the other is already seventy-five! Between two hot quarrels, a giggling, grinning charm-grin! Prolonged myocardial fever, near infarction after promising!
          
         They embrace each other like the newly initiated, while in the depths of their souls a superficial blush breaks their superstitious petals! The price of any phenomenal glow is real Betrayal! Why whirl if someon...

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    The Remnant of Selfishnessshame


          
         Our pitiful pit sins, which are beginning to spawn, should be immersed in sobering, snow-white light! I should definitely condense the emotions of amok runs into broken parts of moments! I deliberately stray from the already massive, pop-culture collection of butterflies, and when no one can count on it, I return to the throbbing petals of lady-hearts as a Hermit who sees childish wishes! My towel, which is temporarily spread out, replaces the soft pillow under my neck! "Sleepless Léthe-sleep would require a whisper in the shadow of troubled nights," my aging shingles have all been wiped out! In vain would I ask the shadows lurking under eaves, encouragingly, who is his son-calf?!
          
         Many already give themselves up lightly just so they can be at the forefront of sniffing gravity! Prohibition trees advertise an easy-to-implement luxury standard; fer...

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    Eccentrices


          
         Unlimited opportunities can only be given to exceptional selections: free-thinkers need border peripheries! Their vigilance is still evidenced! The greedy, bribed world is becoming a fake Sign! Today, blind luck escapes everyone who once spoke a word and deed! More determined Celebecies always live with a guessable suspicion lawsuit! Passwords inflated over the law are also reduced to stupid legal collections! You can hardly smoke tamed ghosts today! Palm-operated, solarium sofas definitely require satisfaction! - Could it be that his stay has not yet revealed the protein of his teeth and who could not have been deceived by false prophetic words ?!
          
         Who couldn’t legally sniff out a constantly festivaling, summer bankruptcy?! The squeaking of mice here is not yet a palace revolution! They practice silly cents for the graces of petty liars! The whole structur...

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    Massive circle article


          
         I tried everything! An emergency exit from this daredevil-barracks is rarely created for free-thinkers! The melancholy, sanda-smile of dictatorial wills roaring over our heads is handing out: a stadium, a plot, a church! Beaten, roaring roaring, even the verbal word of orphaned prophets for the Truth! Our well-founded misconceptions are not unfounded recently! In hazelnuts, deliberately shrunken brains, it is rare if you can still create a vigilant intellect!
          
         I see mass misery eagerly despised by sensations and fame; public funds also change the current owner under unclear circumstances! I was already overwhelmed with the hope that every day could only be better and more optimistic! Unemployment is contagious because guarding minds have yet to boldly report with swirling languages that they are totally fed up with the current standard of living! - Bribery is bec...

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    Time-delay


          
         Leeches and gnats are already spitting ass-licking, hazelnut-brained skulls! Everyone is constantly found easy on the buzzing pharmacy scales and everyone is fleeing from the insured liability! Hardworking mixers can do it - they can hardly catch submissive mice as their voices! Competing with assorted slang passwords, they scold the moles that are churning out of culture! Today, only the maid's ladder can be walked in this pathetic compromise! Voluntarily further annoying spatial relationship; death jumps without stretched net!
          
         Jacquud's Dream Life Advance as a Leading Motif: New-Rich Eastern Europeanized, tohonya Way! Persistent gunpowder smell, unnecessary aggression raging around me! My conscious, cowardly cowardice puts me to the test, and because I know: the flames of the intellect are fading in brain-sized brains that are already inherited with et...

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    Guests for export


          
         Sleeping intoxication like a cataract encapsulates a man's eyes: human prostitution behind me and in front of me! This sand-sucking interest-Age is already destroying the rest of humanity! I know very well: the worm-rasp is working more and more modestly in everyone; chew and trample everyone for your goals! Accidental weddings are always a disaster! It is enough to have only one sick fruit in the bottom-flattening world and the contents of the basket are rotting!
          
         Manhoods swollen with testosterones, like constantly inflated balloons, would rarely take pictures of perishable reality! Even small-style idiots are inaugurated as a worthy hero of tabloid rumors in assault! Yet the hazelnut-brain intellect reveals recovery! Everyone is already stuck in the gates and he wants to thrive with his hard-working two hands: sloth-scale consom women flock like herrings, ...

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    Proto-discovery


          
         A forgiving grin embedded in a smiling chubby face is nothing foreign: I would feel every heartbeat and gesture! Deep layers that testify beneath our faces settle because Beauty can come from within! We walk piously into the precarious Nirvana-Nothing without a compass! Pure human calculation flirting with whistling smiles and who has unlimited credit card usability can only be a hit! Honesty could even be more vulnerable than a decipherable keyword, which might even be worth clinging to! Do you perish yourself, who thinks you are wise and turns away from the possibilities that can be set?!
          
         An upcoming exhibition often warns, "Get to know yourself and don't go back!" - The profitable silence swells among the writhing, panther-body exotic flower threads! - Smiling, the Witness of the Ladder still stops! Walking the highway of Tense Times; it often g...

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    Heretic-being


          
         Of the deep-bottomed, sanda underworld of our transience, which night-veiled, crooking pin belongs to the Eurides and the Jimpec Orpheus: who will follow us with sincere faith?! Who can swim against the unbridled reality if there can be no more consoling sunset ?! A soft and incessant supplication admits the orphan contemplative always; there will still be a lot of hesitantly winding stairs in the future that send a omen with a dull tap - so be on the lookout!
          
         Time is spinning and time is running out! Over the dials, the pulsating pace of ancient rhythms and cries! It might be a good idea to cling to the crossfire of warning gazes! On the velvet path of memories, someone is always looking for someone! It is futile to rephrase and ask missed questions! Unfinished ax-sentences, love nods after flirtatious movements of run damage; a ghost-moon hovering over gloomy ...

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    Silent caravan


          
         Passages sealed in my deaf ears drum! Tired-smiled, slit failures even bleed deep inside like Twilight, or an infected disease in the room s threatening! With an adult head, everyone is left orphaned! Cheat mouse path is rare if you can help! In the maze of blood vessels, the perceptible Universe slams in unison! Today, pop culture is scribbling pop culture history on lands faded with mud! Examples of idiocy to follow!
          
         Witnesses and assassins are already silent on the murderers secretly distributed about the responsible crimes of the World! Bird divination shows otherwise when it can no longer be a free thought! They imagine domesticated beasts and little kings with their own court! And they utopian utopias about the way things work! The chirping voice of the disappointing Goddesses sounds clear in my Congolese heart, "How much are you earning?" - they...

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    Searches


          
         In the folds of the crypt chain of your face, the invisible moves with you and Time is getting old! The exaggerated eyes of selfish people don’t take the point either: a real victim of vile dream image weights; how can a sausage fence be fenced on the porches of possible appearances And the eternal second fiddlers are already ahead of the winners! - Initially, a cat-and-mouse resists the dictated formulas of Time Changes that Measure Existence with trying competition, and the no-escape gift of the vicious circle is knocking headless over our heads!
          
         Constant depth and sudden height embody the zigzag of cheap, easily cracking ladders of beaten careers! As one who has already deliberately become familiar with himself in the Secret of Death, he can only confess himself to himself now in all confessions! “Inaccurate, restless accelerating Hopes for Life c...

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    Cleaning-cure


          
         In the sonata stops of rarely recognizable sounds, when the secretly resounding sound subsides in a chain of universal cocoons; even between pipcs-superstitious lips, all fears of ancient-bitter screams! In all times, food is necessary for the soul and stomach! In the universes, eye-stars illuminate secret Planets of the Spirit as we finally fly out of our secure parental home, our mother’s bean-palm palm! We always get out of silently-abandoned Nirvana ends! A Target ball rolled to me guaranteed the formulas of hard-to-obtain dreams; I can only like a potty, puffy tub in the eyes of outside observers! Watchtower, a pathetic powder foot of creation - from above it is full of all small and false prisoners!
          
         The injured house wall slowly wears off its bullet-infested blood drop! It’s getting harder to find humane people in springy spots hidden in sidewa...

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    Cheap disappointment


          
         Even with a beak-filled Prophet's throat, you shouldn't always catch a red mouth! I sit in foaming-scented, pear-colored solutions and maybe even get money for other waste products one day! The boiling bath and the unworthy, humiliated cold water are let down at once! Let the child-minded fool just freeze! The water level of conscious survival always crumbles a bit: just enough to allow the infected, salivating manure to drip through the veins! Every day, some people like to change newer and more fashionable snakeskins! The self-agile little team of my Selfish Death is farming around the alleys of my body! The flashing handle of the out-entrance as a shelter option is given only to a few-rare! - I know for a long time! With every new excess of air, I multiply the sad loneliness of the Earth!
          
         My body often searches for the greedily roaring Nirvana non-exi...

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    Inverted gunpowder


          
         Actions intricate wick squeaking sky, glowing opportunities breeding farm! An aging buddy of longings! What else is driving you?! The selfishness of our memories is sure to break our murderous indifference! Bronze-brown, hibernated dreams are vented by a superstitious, exotic look: it looks like a rose window with colorful glass shards making its way to itself!
          
         It is better to count the pathetic Fragments of Life for ourselves every day that can be restarted: full of wound-spirits in our souls! Fear, dread, sits side by side, as if evacuated to interiors! You can see stars gloriously shining, in which the formula of immortal love is still moving! A single proud light will split through our broken selves! Only the one who can really understand and disappear can enter my beating heart! I should exist in Being; to know and always depend on the whims of the given vu...

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    In Mouse Holes


          
         I was limping with stumbling footsteps, in the twilight of moonlight! Side-lurking, fierce trees stood chained, saluting; attention! Trembling animal sediment, in an ominous silence, I kept expecting the expelled darkness to break into the light! My tears, unstoppable tears were trembling and anxious, and they had finally stopped there! In a roaring sense of danger, I must have exclaimed and recognized myself; only on the side of my immortal Beloved could holy Peace have been created now; I had already doubled my playful, childhood self, and it would have been good to know it safe: I could still alleviate the wrath of Man!
          
         "Vultures pushed back and forth and none of them asked, 'Can you help me with something?' "I would have liked to hide in a mountain of celestial cosmos blades of grass!" Unnoticed as a timid hedgehog music in the caves o...

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    Requiem


          
         The alarming darkness of the nights is all frozen in the annihilation of the bleeding days! There is no more caring, admonishing paternal word that you can bring back to the gloomy, Nirvana Jelen! Stigma-tears total shipwrecked, bribing, orphaned soul of the childish boy! He still clings to the memories of the past and would continue to cry, his memories frozen in convulsions! The era of a happy return is definitely behind us!
          
         Every living room has been transformed into an empty backwater! With a raging, question-raising answer, the mortal fool sleeps in his dream like this: the sudden adult! He is becoming more and more self-confident! Friendly shadows become minute-and-sudden freezing aliens! - Everyday line of our dreaded fears is a gun shot in the brain! "This Life was a traitor and unfair, so he left everyone alone and squeezed him out!" We denied...

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    Mouse-noise


          
         He kept silent, grinning with an arrogant-fat bladder around his neck while despised like an open shark's mouth! In a hundred times targeted, smelly days, everyone has become a traitor because he could not have selfish, vulnerable trust in the offenders! Striking an apple orphanage in my wandering years, I trembled as a descendant; I couldn’t stand alone to bring back the backlog living in memories! With crying depths of crypt, I should look into wolf eyes at all times, until a small child, who still had to forgive me, boasted in tombs!
          
         I already felt bitterly on my skin: the closing muscles of the giver of human goodness soon relaxed, and if I wanted to, I couldn’t keep what was mine forever! "I could never survive unscathed with a stubborn, childish feeling!" A dying yellow wind like the dying candle flame: shadows of faint silence wa...

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    Echo


          
         Cleansing fire in the home of falling tears; they have long ignited the sand of Being! Betrayed Butterfly Mothers Rarely Remember Universe Kisses! The moment of Heaven was anxious, when the ancient-confidential secrets of two bodies were revealed to each other by adolescent hearts! They understood their own happiness alone depends on themselves! Because all doomsday and loneliness depend uncertainly on a rope dance, it is a march towards the future! As a serene earth runner, he carries his unknown pawn, humiliating something broken in order!
          
         Saturated with fear, the solitude of Calvary always chased me further and further into the cauldron of pitching shadows! "Lightning claw chisels injure the darkening linen of the sky like a tickling horror!" I close my eyes quickly and I don't know if the temptation of the afterlife can call me from there, or w...

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    Existing


          
         Through the eyes, like explorer-blind gaps, roaring bulldog pupils are set on a cloak! Gravity balance is pulled up daily and then shatters immediately! The orphaned, cowardly child can only become a human being with great difficulty; the offensive darkness is groaning within me, constantly asking for food of greedy fear! Innocent scratch if I could just be on the Life palette! All over Earth I could really sobbing while my voice was deafening! I inherited the guilty face of the perpetrators and fled in vain from the selfish radar of the murderers!
          
         My days are dwindling like a swaying black spot and I don't know: Will I be next?! My shadow that wants to make friends shakes every day and measures my goodness! Maybe I hunted in vain for the happiness I deserved and researched! Clicking minutes of time wheels; perilous series of trials and tribulations - they c...

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    This or that way


          
         I have already laid everything on the bottom of the well; my grumpy, grimacing face can be searched by few! They can't open a whole walnut casing like a secret box with open keys! Mident's stretching-haunting, offensive dark rubbing his fingernails into me and that's why many times balmy nights startle me from frightening waggling wolves! On a severely-silent orphaned dervish scale, I measure my bugs daily as portions of meat and try to correct them! I envelop my spiky hedgehog soul, and I rarely believe words that are tickling!
          
         As a slimy snail, I would try the bizarre rules of survival; and I can't really, completely happen like someone who's really alive - just hurt! I am forced to stand for a long time, otherwise little kings will trample the Man in me at any time! No one is buying a serious game today! Disposable, potty-life-destroying c...

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    Omega-Alpha time


          
         Today I tried to please many a little again! I didn't change it, at most to my disadvantages! I hid my soul under the petals of onion peel, and with my camel-lazy self I closed a circle of tevelus many times! I knew a long time ago, who's galloping me, who's trampling me? Who's the girl?! - I'm still hurting from grievances and atrophies! My turning days continue to get worse; in my senseless throbbing I could be left alone with my memories!
          
         Duster of dust in a crumbly darkness; pulled down from heights into yawning ravines, even a sure fall closer and closer; my candle patience is running out! Walking on rusty, leafy leaves, I travel instead of snapping stepping shoes! I went to the ground many times! The golden rule of urbanized, diluted media is devouring our brain cells; we suck in the dizzying lies of superficial feelings of life! When w...

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    Vulnerable vulnerability


          
         Locked in the destined bone cage of the Universe, our everyday life promises a lasting struggle; torment-beating, comic We long for the pleasures of being and want even more! The mature, immortal presence will soon be lost if we choose only cheap, earthly pleasures! A suffocating lack of self-confidence and an overcrowded social Sisyphean loneliness always flourish in the placental doubts carried out among the rattling ravens of worlds!
          
         Our world-shattered, wounded-dreams are rarely if they can come true! Our haunting nights are all stolen by our battle sweats! Your deep soul hears the melancholy-hesitant echo sounds of the created, murderous silence! How much more selfish, stubborn weight can you still have? To the expressable mercy hurts the teeth of all of us, to relieve the soul-tearing beast-pain! It carries dreams and desires as a pillar weight, but the cr...

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    Bribed dark


          
         Thanks to me and the ever-expanding, deep chasm is lowering my saw teeth more and more! In the depths of a self-pitying ghost-soul, he disintegrates himself; where the insecure Nirvana fears, the conscious insecure, can expand like black holes in the vast fabric of Times! My deceived life also carries a constantly wounding space with Sisyphean burdens! On my lonely nights, who sinned in crocodile tears, no one could have found the pathetic, battle-treasures, melodic drops of my true pearls in themselves: my multiplied, excluded pain worthily shared! The stray world is flowing through me already! It would be good to cling to the testifying, motherly eyes with a little boy's orphanage!
          
         A single, knife-hesitant ray of chocolate-brown Gioconda eyes is enough for a true-honest couple to realize if they really want to! It is rare to build card castles from dreams ...

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    Cursed stony back


          
         With cut wings and squandered dreams, it would have been good to continue! It can be opened with an open-eyed eye to shout to see if it will still be possible to save Humanity from a mortal soul! In every minute of the Universe that we steal from life, we cry the vulnerability of our presence in hundreds of forms! The pain screaming into melody is preserved by a long-lasting cello or cello; a shattered rainbow of light washes our souls bare naked! Mysterious twilight reigns in petals that are pounding for each other, trembling in the gestures of shaky superstitious kisses, thundering to earth-installed Heaven!
          
         Excited forgiveness is heard through the retina of the narrator's eyes and he asks for an assured audience! Survivable times can only be understood and learned only gradually! Our destiny is also im already inevitable; everything is built on scattered ...

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    Unobserved


          
         Leaning against the alley walls of our passing years, the silent silence followed in silence. On the hanging rope of Nirvana between time and space, the body of Adam ourselves looks into the depths of the gaping gaps! On the memorable journeys - where in hand - we go together begging-repenting heart also shivering; afraid to drive home will rarely! In common struggles of being, interdependence carries our own selfish Destiny! It has become a meat-cutting edge, for alamous, squeaky deeds and petty words!
          
         Our wakefulness is gradually chewed and ground by the blinded Time! Luxury lives, like open, publicly imprisoned prisons, alternate their lives with seeming prosperities like fragrant lingerie, what more can the future bring them? "As an eternal wandering alien, you should have clung to the Being Sheaths with lasting roots until it's too late!" Chok...

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    Broken-voiced petition


          
         Blurred in the crowded details of reality, the lamp-lighting lights of rising dawns quickly disappear, fading; between depth and height there can hardly be a way out only full of screaming gaps! Space will be transformed into sounds; in a stroking-gentle touch with a single love fingertip, there is a pronounced, eternal emotion: wide pupils radiating happiness, longing for the immortality of leaping minutes, which is deliberately distorted by the magical power of visions!
          
         True Seers always grope and live in the usual, uninhabited light! Vulnerable pain opens its petals for a long time and would call on the Beloved of its loyalty! The survivable calvary of everyday life is roaring in groups in stunning looks! - Stations of quests ring in the shells of ears like cracked bell tongues in haunting vocals! Creatures that have gone wild in fallible will not be affected...

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    Strange vision


          
         Whispering a dagger of danger in a hundred figures a day is raised to me by my snarling Present! I run out of rails for suicides under my feet; clicking heartbeats scratched my face ditches! The station of retired inheritance cannot wait for me! It would be good to engrave the conscious, submissive formulas of my fears in the exile walls of minutes, and with the jumping Time, it is as if the Hope is stumbling into a vacuum and sooner or later Hope will escape! A tiny network of cells strikes each other every second; locked in a stubborn prison of my fateful state, my chances of stopping are dwindling!
          
         I consciously measure my significant statistical life! I’m going to be in self-danger escapes instead of the Beloved one I have to cling to! A clicking, wild rumble rips through the cell wall of my eardrum, echoing the judgmental word of my pounding heart! - ...

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    Waiting on your head


          
         Ordinary space carries you out and rushes away from everyday worries! In his distressed anxieties, the redeeming peace can hardly be persuaded by others who hear the consolation that passes through the night-broken dreams: "There will be nothing wrong!" "He looks like a hesitant little child who confesses sin in us!" Messianic hopes have been replaced by extravagances! An active human mind is playing with trickling pieces of thought, while your new plans are sure to be born!
          
         In the depths of instinct, the love of the Universe and the joys of appearances were once being prepared to create new degrees of hope with our common will! We rushed through the superficiality of our modern age with a driven soul; secretly, superstitious eyes don't even miss the precious minutes, when the heart and the taste of the universe-cherishing kisses are poun...

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    With conscious guilt


          
         In my eyes, childish fears wander in alarm; my rustling petty faith in my late manhood makes me cry! Terrible resentment is spreading in the trenches of my gray, bleeding soul! Substantial intent is starting to gather! As a prisoner, I am forced to stare around grid days! As a sick chest, I shudder around myself! I feel an unmoved resignation in missed opportunities that don’t support - but haunt me!
          
         My expectations are already wasting time! My selfish decay is also sharpened by needle-sharp teeth, it hurts more and more, it chews and chews! - A despair terrifying in my beating heart like a series of new tachycardia landslides: destructive, loneliness of consciousness seeps through the cracks of annual rings! On cold nights, mold-and-white wax puppets, like prostitutes, exploitable indifferent people stutter on each other! - Fates, limited by their destiny...

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    Zero-darknesses


          
         I accept more and more convulsive loneliness every day; as a violent shipwreck, the iris-like planks of rotting trees can even be a life-saving remedy! On hesitant intentions, everyone washes their own hands and conspires again! Promises received as gifts from others are similar to vague piles, ambiguous-tapping intentions! Dew diamond beads make it harder and harder to clean the shutters on wounded faces! Echoes of echoing silence echo inward; the invisible-silent light-shadows ring around him; a self-procrastinated moment is a fleeting waste in the footsteps of my whimsical will!
          
         My eyes, which are often examined, search for the dreams of dawns: they search, scan for something elusive, unattainable, so that the sincere Truth can come to the purity of Winter! Our timeless earthly existences carry the jacket shadows this way: their selfish sight-honesty is often...

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    Back-not-silent silences


          
         It would have been good to be tired from behind the expanding back of Times just to watch the nesses of the creeping vibrations! My worried fears Sisyphus chubby sat right on my face! Waste of time evokes the past even when we have deliberately fled the escaped distances! Light mercy also feeds on silent contemplations! There are many times sobbing beeps in my child's soul! It is still lucky to cling to knocked shreds with both hands!
          
         Killing silence repeatedly calls to himself, "Do it, because it may be too late tomorrow!" "Expelled, fearful Loneliness in my aging, anxious members, and I am afraid that the eternal Beloved, who has given me shared, throbbing heartbeats, will never know me again!" "White sweaty, superstitious sunlight first scans, then loses its strange rings in the cracks of my face: something very strange is happeni...

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    Love alert


          
         He pinned his drowningly amber, amber waterfall into an artistic bun — hoping that others would see his two eyes, illuminating his entire Cleopatra face; a whispering hyena desire throbbed in the air as he awoke with respect! A wary, shameful admiration trembles with aimless balm on her peony lips; mulish alienation appeals to someone who sincerely loves, it has become a bit alienable! His silver-white handcuff-ducks, the universe-desire of his delicate fingers trembled with an electric discharge when the little bell called in his bell-ringing heartbeat!
          
         Little boy with sadness - he shouldn't have answered - feeling the cheap secrets, the enchanted heart could easily raise a cathedral! Cupid's tired arrow always misses something else and falls to the ground in helpless paralysis? Nor can it be a painkiller to selfishly wickedly injure a person who ...

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    Recurring hope


          
         Raging-resting sea circles are already enticing the drunken pupil ship: seeing his seeing love-stricken boy should be lifted out of the universe of light of the Universe once and for all so that he can exist with more courageous determination! He cherishes the black crystals of shadows many times with deceptive eyes and many times they hardly know what to do with fragile reflections! The perfect annihilation of the feeling of Eden itself: In a single all-promising kiss, in the laughing crossfire of silently confessing gazes, in the always sincere rippling of tears, the confession of truth seems to be plucking signs!
          
         Humiliated insult and suicidal offense are tattooed on a restless soul! Common sense stops on the petty prey-winning paths of the vile cat-and-mouse wars, and only ruthless deeds matter! - Every minute is a killing click in the depths of the soul and...

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    Temptation


          
         In his superstitious eyes, a tingling, false, flirtatious caress is born when he looks at the other in a self-giving way and deepens the given encounter every second; confessions made in the atrium of purple-petal flaming hearts are made and the dream charm of nipple kisses is seldom if you can give comfort! In mutual-beneficial blindness to each other, a solid telepathy of thoughts flows back and forth in the secrets of the eyes! Excited trembling travels its way through the channel tunnels of throbbing blood vessels, and each other's souls glowing in restless love suddenly migrate through the chemistry of the body!
          
         The little secrets of our hearts, pounding in the rhythm of flowing, refractive pulsations, are all coming together! And he continued to ring-knead its members from cell tissues that could be built further! Can he find in his absolute adulthood,...

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    Being-depth


          
         The off-line state of inhumanity follows! The silly era of toast shame is long gone! In the depths of every gaze spiced with enchanting exoticism, the tempting profit-seeking is curiously alert! Celebrity-infested retinas are now covered in a thick cataract: Spectacular charity is just fashion in front of the screens! Flirtatious cyber-droids, collegiate diva queens give each other V.I.P. parties on the corner of crowded, fluffy fork districts and rags with milk thrive everywhere!
          
         Pacemaker performs a digital countdown no matter how many times the Live One clings to his throbbing heartbeat with all his efforts! Even in constant nudity, we can no longer be completely self-centered and ostentatious to the core! “Self-seeking, fleeing queens enjoy the public life of shop windows while not even noticing: they have become public prostitutes with the promises of...

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    Parallel-deciphering of star gazes


          
         The tongue-wrench meandering between his superstitious rose-lips barely fits in the lock; the mischievous fidelity of desolation glows on his burning lips! His curtained face obscures all receptive pleasures, the giving, human-centered Universe! We continue to snuggle into the non-passing cover for the very first miscarriage sign! Our walkable, throbbing heart-circles will all return to themselves by the time they finally land! The grotesque mirror, in which everything can be seen the other way around, stretches silent, truthful tears on their faces!
          
         In the depths of the rainbow of pupils preserves all spells, enchanted ancestral moments of conscience! When romantic instincts are adventuring on anonymous-unknown paths: it is better to be immersed in finite weightlessness with a companion than the happiness of hero lovers under veil waterfalls! - Comprehensible a...

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    Back-road


          
         The stripped-down, monologues are already without costumes: bare prison cages without mattresses! The junk legend is becoming a deceptive educator! The enchanted charm becomes a volatile reality: tears lurking in deer stars! - The deep-jerking destruction of Decayed Twilight frees up the distorted darkness! The underworlds banding as carnivores are showing off and I should be themselves! I would try to believe, with childlike confidence, perhaps the Goodness present in everyone, the urge to come to the rescue — on the wings of the merciful Angel! If there could be a secret tunnel that would not seem so complicated to go through the Trials of Being! For a single moment, I could see the petal-hearted dear Lady comforting and healing with her gaze!
          
         Unconditional love, involuntary devotion is merely the crumb of fairy tales; my palpable half-anxiety reigns in ...

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    Dropped footprints


          
         In the eyes of a little boy, one who pays close attention can see within himself the pieces of his carrying, wearing edges; he would cling to the memories of thick, cotton-hugged hugs against the everyday sunburn of strangers, jerk phlegm, if he could be more karakan-recovered! Dark shadow makeup imprisons the eye-craters of honest faces; you can already feel the otherworldly state of lasting collapse if your melancholy sadness promises to be lasting! - In vain! You can only remain a lost forest walker, an eccentric marmot in a self-incense world, as if everyone: jampec men, fashionable canary angels, are all prostituting themselves in the hope of survival, which is a guarantee of appearance, which one can stay smarter and more refined?!
          
         Today, the valid distinction between People is back in vogue: Prosperity, privileges distracted from luxury, computer-lying sm...

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    Last chance


          
         Sparkling neon lights, whimpering with sparkling laughing spheres, miracles can rarely be born! In sparkling, challenged, columnar lanes, crowded minute-people march in crowded, otherworldly rows! Festive gifts also look like foamed drywall, and the shining, shining smiles shine more like artificial liver grimaces!
          
         The transitional period of peaceful tranquility may soon lead to convertibility! “Hopes of appearances glistening in squinting eyes sway with rusty credulity as if anything could change here! Infamous-famous people are selfishly interested in self-interest advertising tricks and distribute free food, and if they listen to the click of non-flashing flashes in a self-adoring way, they step down without a word! - Skeleton-armed trees ritually descend shamanic dancing on their own, babies wrapped in blankets in the depths of the underworld are still...

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    Frosted age picture


          
         Brutally exhibitionist, neo-superficial, cyber era! Inwardly infinite questions, man has also become a sinking multicultural receiving machine; shares information, accepts and already knows the "how am I?" - also digitally cheats on networks cheat windows! Everyone longs for a carefree, careless stone-richness, and that would immediately caress and lie with their bare limbs in the big, lukewarm Nothing! From a new perspective, the money-centric world still revolves around a cage that is still imprisoned; it has become a selfish, selfish gathering of degraded, animalized necessities of life!
          
         The more glass deals a sole proprietor engages in, the more fruitful his or her milk business is, even on average fourteen-hour shifts a day, you can get tachycardia or, for consideration, turn your invested, remaining life into suicide! - Burnt-out organ wrecks may...

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    Silence-seekers


          
         You stayed forever indebted, home-stuck sticky! Nirvana-son of misfortune, nesting for nothing! Nobody's chase! You have long since denied yourself from the Executioner Squadron and the future-marchers have left it here as prey! In the catacomb flights of your cut-off dreams, like watchful moles, you often wander in disillusionment with yourself! Dying despair also seems to be deliberately overwhelmed; you couldn’t fit in between superficial worlds! No one can comfort your bloodthirsty eyes crying on a bag!
          
         The petrified seal of the collected footprints will continue to bleed in your heart in a drum! "As your eternal companion, eternal fear and dreadful doubt still strikes you!" You deliberately don’t gass before dressed means! You may have had enough of squeaking in front of a lot of forbidden doors and stigma padlocks: as a selfish re...

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    Threatening indifference


          
         Because wherever you look today, you can see the party orgies of beggar-lived, petty oligarchs, half-God snobs, diva-bachans! Unceasingly suspicious of the sudden coming of flashing fame, glaring flashes gossip-bang! Deafened depths reign in the home of our rainbow retinas under the forehead, as they can only notice the riches of appearances, the advertisers of luxury lifestyle tricks, whose billions of ringing music are just vile change!
          
         From the everyday stories of despised mob prophecies, an eccentric miracle beetle is selected by the grinding media machine, and boldly believed to be by the rings of proud lies; a valuable link for human species! The tense of lingering promises can be the word-jokes of lowly jealousy and hatred hidden in preaching voices, appointed innocent! In the lap of the much-suspected Underworlds, a slender, little minute-human blue room...

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    Neck shot


          
         At first, an organically challengeable remnant grew quietly in the silence, while finally the verbose vocabulary was doomed to vile-alamous silence! only then could he taste the poisoned taste of everyday filthy-selong tongues! The star-dignity of self-esteem will soon be filled and then bled! Constantly bleeding grievances flowed through the party system of the phlegm-killer Being; and even inside, only rocks and coral islands proclaim the solitude of Golgotha, and that this may have meant something for sure at some point!
          
         Life is a crouching, sizzling fairytale fair for a day: even if you devour yourself, you could eat at any time if you could get a finer wall or more laurels of privilege! Because everyone can guess: a single sense can only remain awake, which, like an encrypted radar on a lost formula, attracts a camp of materialistic spoofers and those for w...

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    Hesitant, trembling step


          
         In the depths of the mirror, deliberately shattered hopes tremble; crumbling lines on the sincere-crying pit-grooves of faces would shout! Beautifying tear balls throbb in feathers! No one can know if the labyrinths of our emotions are sincere, whether the human heart is honest or liars?! In the counterfeit machines kept under brain control, even memory degrades and gives birth to Nirvana deserts!
          
         What can be hidden in the deep? The childhood image of ourselves as absolute adults can be understood more and more often! Many times, the fact that computational thinking always stops in the way of emotions as profit-seeking and deliberately raises barriers! Deserved happiness is also just another, cherished air fortress: whoever deserves it can no longer walk! - Even in our horrible long-lasting minutes, we should consciously learn how to inherit development, the iro...

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    Sour fermentation


          
         There is a glimmer of embers in the depths of the candlelight eyes: can pille madness remain intoxicating love or a deceived hope?! Those who march in the labyrinth of complex thoughts have a pale flower sign with a yew flower: stigma accents on the stretched bone hands raised to a gesture! Who could have endured more? Did you sin more?! In the fair-feelings of throbbing heartbeats, the memories of rhythm problems and petty problems are already knocking separately! Searching for self-marching opportunities on broken career paths in the waist, in the flash of an arrow, the even more profit builds a cheap card castle tomb!
          
         Blood-red, wounded, wolf-blind at dusk, the unworthy Sisyphus, rolling cowardly stones on the expelled forehead of Times, also stops; addressed to him by selfish destiny! As fallen angels, everyone is already intentionally wearing other masks; h...

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    Deficit-desire


          
         It multiplies itself into a Spirit wholly born out of nothing; staring at star-clocks seems like a fleeting minute at the Fate! The victim closes his eyes in front of his dream images of the creep of an uncertain future! In the bloody vortices of tomorrow's days, only the guards can be alert! It would be good to discover the roaring roar of your distant sea with true love, in brilliant-laughing eyes!
          
         A human head shape, a congregation of grinning pebbles lurking around me from everywhere; instead of superstitious, romantic kisses nailed to papermen, the stray time quickly absorbs it! They tickle, hum, grin when our emotions of honesty have been lying for a long time! Stimulators of action set off chirping raiding, while more and more of the humble hideouts lurking in the ivory tower froze in silence! - Lava spit dropped on the full side of liar-insidious enc...

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    Reverse things


          
         I would do my long-standing business, but there is no need for hermit witnesses! crouching ferry usages, human wrecks are moving on self-deprecating for their own benefit and they are learning to be a further guttable Being! Self-exited, re-established wild hordes tread the compromising Order on the way! The smell of burnt human flesh also makes them more annoying! Drunken, bred with great power intoxication, phlegm-chirping, pseudo-preachers would dictate the changing trend, and if it was hand in hand, it would have long since lost its conscious, preservable dignity!
          
         They carry a roaring Lator cross modestly, while under others they light bonfires! Péter Pán's complex seedlings for the bohemian youth are marching around their necks with a umbilical cord rope around their necks! - In our idyllic freedom of the press, they even sublimely search ...

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    Formulas for hearts


          
         He is already wandering around in the holy cauldron of sensual pleasures of the hero-loving Heart! Throwing fatally large ones in the deepening craters of bubbling cauldrons! The fillable Universe also feels unique! With the flaming, harmonious melodies of flames, he leaves the homes of invisible, secret telepathies at noon and finds himself a romantic-sweet sigh and a sonata of desire!
          
         We kiss giving loyalty and love on each other's lips as an eternal gift! - Selfless service with a torturous homesick tremor is an even more difficult, burdensome task! Nor should it be a failure to bang once instinctive beats are finally released! Collecting slow heartbeats, we whisper into each other's eyes the secrets of our romantic immortality without words! At the boundary between depths and heights, we try to accept the most by gaining the most from each other!

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    Winged word


          
         The winged tower of snow-white ice ghosts in the crystal clear, annihilated air; the Virgin Spirit dropped little by little into the wedding of petals! You would have to return home if you could get into a homosexual existence! crouch in melancholy silence into the placental fog of maternal, bean-redeeming kills! Kharübdisz, the gaping underworld, his vision-mouth stretched, seems to be strained: the living is searching among the excavated fragments of memory, living alive! Crippled, paralyzed-bandsa of Ordas' saw teeth Death pulls back from the presence of the past! It can be hard to find redemptive antibodies in the forgetful amphorae of minds!
          
         It used to be a happier sunshine Why tomorrow disappeared wandering in the afterlife?! - On the scales of our birth, you measure the beginning and end of Alpha and Omega with Sisyphus' pettiness! Even so, t...

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    Symphony without notes


          
         A soul-seeing series of stifling silence, sacred romance, beautification, sincere compliments, chivalrous kindness - when someone knelt down, because their heart-oath was obliged to do so and because that would be dictated by etiquette! It would be good to remember everything then and humbly wolf-eye the motherland again! Why do we feel a flow that wounded, earthly lights can become transient in us?! Our life-confession that we have left to people every day may wipe out all sins!
          
         It is rare for a person from his past to stray back into a hesitant present! Our talkative silence always has a severed neck! Today, they make favors of pseudo-messiahs, and they don't even know for themselves whether the greedy career desire will squeeze out more favors from them? - It's a shame to shiver and sigh for secret sound, suggestive, noticeable noises! The noise of sq...

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    Collecting tinsel


          
         Whether the character s intention; a lustful, insidious, skillful will that will pave the way for petty self-interest to further liar-careerist paths! In an influential, constantly administered reality, everything has already sunk to the ground of one possible Impression Information! - Organized back into itself, another elk stroking a woman grows up as a bagpipe, holding even a valuable conscience for sale in exchange for fatter jobs!
          
         The partisan court rejects the legitimate grievances of the people with real sincerity without a sock: paid shop window sensational lawsuits are needed for paid and false witnesses accustomed to flea markets! In imaginary fright, it is often believable to besiege ordinary peoples with bills instead of revenues stipulated in contracts! At the same time, we all carry the picture on our own: how will the wheel of our destiny turn wit...

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    Trance


          
         Gnashing of teeth, re-established, jerk sermons on the gaping paths of aging wakefulness! In the depths of our vulnerable souls, we carry the annihilated orphan, the vulnerable child, in the same way! We are already deliberately holding our children's ears so that we cannot hear the curses of ferocious, absolute adults, their everyday, shameful betrayals! A single, tiny word of sparks, a nasty, sighed thought, and everyone already felt and knew: the conspiracy of exclaimed wise men dried on lips sewn like a supplication! Even crying-eyed silence is telling less and less! Among his aching self-pain, he himself freezes into stone, and as a afflicted Sisyphus he can no longer guess, his vastly buffalo-heavy stone blocks will have to be carried by him all the time!
          
         You can no longer stand out in the world, and you can hardly survive: everyone is just emphasizing...

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    Memorial back and look


          
         It would be good to return as the stray, loving silences of a wandering wanderer who wants to go home! When outstretched swan hands caress the caress in the imaginary fog of rocking dreams, the sleeper as a dreamer, and his eternally heritable symbiosis below and above may come together! The body-warm protective shelter can no longer be worth anything if there could be no pounding-throbbing sound-sigh left for the emotional heart! In Alantos Being, we have been disappointed many times when, in the flames of the enchanted moment, we explored the soul of Adam-Eve as a treasure trove of dividing cell molecules, and by secretly driving her entire blood tunnel out of awe, out of curiosity!
          
         In the dawn light of rising suns, the shadows of daytime objects also grow up! Falling, intoxicated, consciously wild self-expression heard his anthem in our faithful, unruly heart...

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    Silent confessions from the present


          
         Faced with tense contradictions every day, we are waiting hesitantly! Our self-interested world, degraded to bipolar, has already dissolved itself and our differences are equally shameful and ridiculous! Behind the semblances of luxury, yawning colonies of misery would shout for their right-tipped, useless voices, and yet all petty merits will become hungry; an insignificant sand-eye can quickly get stuck in a chain of Congo chains of great connections!
          
         Excretion in saliva, as well as in love, started soon! Absurd evidence is hibernated or put in self-destruct boxes because Pavlov’s theory is also grotesque, reluctantly absurd! Stumbling in the light-shadows of the present, the out-wasting and the border of need is still moving more and more alarmed! - Many crowds of people on the periphery are deliberately basing themselves on well-sounding reputations in...

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    You frailty


          
         In the complex fullness of moments, even a hesitant step can tread on a butterfly carelessly! With a swirling, frightened rainbow wing marching richly into proud freedom! Hesitantly tumbling, the lonely silence can also hurt: the eye perseveres searching for punctuation engraved in a wall, while the claw rays of the accompanying moonlight appear on a ominous veil of nights! We also deliberately closed the proud sighs of our eloquent words to our hearings!
          
         In no man's land a wreath of thorns has been woven out of sorrow! Wounded resentment is more easily absorbed into the depths of the Spirit; the burden of accents can permeate every well-groomed, spicy sentence because it is throbbing and present, like a sick plague! As a child orphaned by ugly deeds: I am embarrassed with terrified eyes at the same time, and I do not know if you will be complimented by a me...

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    Self-defense


          
         An aggressive world crowded with noise! We can listen to less and less soul-lifting, cheerful harmony! The everyday throbbing heartbeat of our existence also continues to knock purposefully! In our handshakes, a false, lazy consolation message, our human reality is often destroyed in our search for truth, tuned with faith! We will have a greedy urge to own us; from the yelling, threatening throats soon killer blade loud! - A cry of silence is barely audible, silent in the distance!
          
         In the same way, the identity consciousness of our selfish defiance era is shattered by the non-merciful poultry jerk! - The promised Hope that it is and will make sense to persevere to the final limits with raised, stubborn heads is also more and more delayed! - In a crumpled self-doubt, how long can the selfish confrontation of the accountable Being last ?! Deliberately doubts every...

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    Heard betrayal


          
         Spotlight is the Shadow; cheap, alamus fame from curious eyes that started to sting! The shipwrecked Soul stuck in the depths of the cell glows by itself like continually self-igniting cleansing fires! Witnessing true pearl tears runs away like a thin line of pencils in the trenches of torturous faces, who else can see the point?! At any moment, - if the illuminating memory has long since gone bankrupt - it can fall on us, like an award-winning plaster, the gap-widening oblivion!
          
         Selfish-stubborn Chances of being can still surround you! The beautifying mea double proved to be little for them! No one with a determined will could build any son-calf palaces without a fruitful relationship behind him! In speaking your honest truths, should you be afraid of true realizations in fear ?! Or just the bred, "how am I?" - is the thread of the conversations stuck...

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    Late imagination


          
         A swan feather scarf on his angel-winged shoulders as a heavy carrying load alone; braids her brown-midnight hair, dripping twilight nectar from her long fingertips! I'm listening to your friend's voice even better! The panting gears in my head recall my phone conversations on the canvas of my memories; as if you were reading derogatory sermons out loud so otherworldly! An unexpected excitement flows through the ponderings of Executioner Time! It would have been better for us to cling more boldly to our beating hearts while the superstitious moment could last!
          
         We have all given up our tangible, existing, sacred reality! When can the heart listen to feelings lost in confrontations?! Our human inclinations are incapable of transcending boundaries into damnation! Srub is still lounging in bed in exchange for a dream career that can be exploited many times, ...

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    Torn between wonders


          
         How do storm-torn Golgotha wounds regenerate? The handrails of Being no longer forget while the diagonals of rays intersect! The redemptive hope breaks through the gaps in torn heartbeats: it hurries hesitantly like a wounded memory! You should snuggle into a handful of wills, it won't be too late! It would certainly be good to cling to protective handcuffs among our fears of brackish water! As a chased herd, career-breaking vile snakes and skin-excited naked truth can never be proven by childish vulnerability!
          
         Silence settles on the stray soul! Unnoticed stealth through the catacombs of the inner self; the romantic moments left on the pillow also leave a mark on our crumpled faces! The witness is waiting to awaken in a common, alienated solitude! - The Universe is buzzing from the islands of instinct depths, while patience is often ashamed of itself, why co...

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    Time-consuming profile


          
         My faded Sisyphus face! Frame yourself with unshaven shadows! A tangle of tufts of fur tangled with each other, a chaotic mess in Samson! In the detail of cracked silent mirrors, a deserted, extravagant silhouette looks wolfish with itself: a matter-of-fact, earthly copy of itself! The feeling of eclipse surrounds me many times, and not a single point of a pinpoint — it deceives me with the hopes of Prometheus hopes into an ever-increasing uncertainty, my eternally restless spirit!
          
         Silent holy hatred sneaks at me on every level! the message of thinning handshakes sneaks into lagging sound noises! The distance on my face between my inner self is getting bigger! He would be freed in the orphaned arms of a prisoner-embracing love trapped in me, and even now he cannot be himself: a child of Peter Pan-complex! The Blonde Time escapes on its own, too; my gaze ca...

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    Unhitchable


          
         Shattered amulets of long-gone memory loves are phosphorescent on a flickering blind; I struggle with the eternal child-soul at night! My excited memory makes fun of me every day, as if I were out of time and the shadows of the past settled on my soul with legal continuity! - In itself, the cosmic Deficiency yawns as much as the depth in the craters! Superstitious pleasure superstitious in the cells of molecules also escapes by shattering the throbbing existence of bleeding stones!
          
         I hide with petty dwarf sadness for moments when the piece In time, perhaps, the interdependence of loneliness and the proud compulsion of loneliness could be solved by the Force of Being! Insecure as a useless burden, Life carries with it! A radiant, dark twilight looms over the best of my cursed humanity; the compulsion of indifference and yet conscious resistance argues and kills i...

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    Far from familiar


          
         As a receding acquaintance, I can only squint at my memories that have been left wasted in my past! In the blurred, stifled space, the perceptible distances also grew in my own soul! In outstretched present tenses, I can still see how much more the prodigal Man has changed! His inner onion peel self deliberately lattices itself into beginning dreams; see into hibernation wakefulness! On urgent desires, I would bear the universal right to happiness if I could still get a time off!
          
         Every heart-warming, proud feeling that a deficiency-filling memory can only give has become a stir! My throbbing heartbeat consciously sounds up! Quite a few more preserved surprise excitement is glowing! The well-known mercy still sniffs in the atria of my soul! This earthly court is forcing him to make a conscious compromise - so I won't let him go either: seeing me often can rar...

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    Quotation


          
         In my creative, restless brain, millions of electric sparks transmit new thoughts to my boiling, throbbing heart! In the conscious-planned battles of tomorrow, child-playful intentions can erupt; a noble-proud Shadow of Light as a secret protector, a plasma-crystal rattartin, tears through the many golden grains of sand in the syrupy, spawned air, and according to the laws of the Real, you can measure the defiant listening of the karakan! "If I weigh myself strictly, others are almost always unique and few!"
          
         The superficial, exhibitionist world is pathetic, little boy I see around me s horrible confrontation in the sacred right of accountability, relentless trampling! In the orderly interior of the closed circles of heart-petals, the greatest gift can be won only by gradual cognition and understanding: eternal Trust! Whoever instinctively desires human...

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    Appear in a crossfire


          
         In the loneliness of the four walls deliberately fenced, he is unknowingly attracted to a dream: my breath rumbles in and out like a hammering heart rhythm disorder of hero lovers; tiny finely tactile swan hands search the chested jungle hair of their chests, even with the curious diligence of the dear-loving head of the Dear tender lily, he is constantly searching to beat many millirads of diligent, pumping blood molecules pounding for him!
          
         We murmur cherishing, little secrets into each other's ears, we call each other even with immortal tenderness! We talk to each other through secret, telepathic channels; our breathing heartbeat, which can be safely guessed from the superstitious music of the gaze-filled flirtation movements, can complement one another! In our love nest, even boredom is evolving, saturated with new content!
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    Reproductive burdens


          
         In vain would many useless dreams be cherished by the proud consciousness, but the serpentine-killer Being spikes are constantly injuring our arms! In the cracked crevices of roof tiles, like a straining medical temper, he stretches the boundaries of insidious water drops of insidious water drops; thief as a stalactite of icicles weaving icicles the cherishing roof of the home house! In the spaces of my accumulating, commissioning years, I meditate many times long! Let me seduce you calmly rabbit tail, undigested miracle!
          
         How much can my faithful culture be worth in the unfaithful-unworthy present?! The eternal-child's heart-busting harbor-kills comforted them with their rocking dreams and message that on the heart-stage of the games we can always be one-of-a-kind Unity halves of our other half! What kind of noble service existence can it be, which returns t...

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    Foreword to inhumanity


          
         In an apocalyptic snowstorm, an unbearable, prophetic wind cries out to Cassandra! The shadow of his coat is held together tightly, and with a penitent, bowed head, the vulnerable man stubbornly defies the restless, shackled elements of nature! In a self-limiting, exhibitionist world, the worker stretches his aching, lustful fibers like a worn-out, junk sweater! They also bleed into a rarely healing, constantly producing past wound; he kicks in silent silence, his sigh sighing softly among the bone limbs of trees, petal-moonlight swaying! Gray, melancholy shadows carve themselves into their flesh many times! Its color-worn, twilight-lipped wilting, grimacing grimaces, sneaky, little betrayals surround it like devilish cages-dreamy desires! - They flash and kiss, multiplying every day at diva-goddesses parade-potty parties!
          
         Man turns to himself and makes an accou...

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    Sleeping fragments


          
         The sound of murderous silence can already be heard in our crooked minds. Shadow-struck landscapes, peninsula debris wander all night in us and are increasingly addressed in our inner selves! Our hidden, petty secrets cannot be uttered by the essence of cheap, flattering words: the romance of our desires could be felt better and a whole, meaningful human life could be traversed in the star myriads of our saddened dreams! Wounded souls interrogating themselves along the streets of Time roam like goal-lost ghosts; with numbing consciousness they would expect dissolution from superstitious kisses and the immortal pleasures of the metamorphoses of the Universe!
          
         Enlightened consciousness is crystal clear to ourselves. In the subconscious of beating hearts, why are we afraid of a trembling flow of dreadful responses? We would be happy to put down the burden of our Sis...

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    Apocalypse swirl


          
         The Universe's balmy blood molecules, its invigorating growl, are fading. Two loving hearts beating as one are echoing secretly even silently in the stifled silence. Like a glass, a zealous, greedy Being, like tiny glass beads on the sacred surface of waters, s form rings of years from solid, advanced thoughts to a massive imagination! The dusk-dark purple cloak of the descending, like the blood-red holy drink of the Gods, embraces the bodies of immortal loves with a petal touch! "You know, they're still asleep awake, and yet the benign, buzzing dream sickness gently surprises them with their aimless deception!"
          
         They can no longer see each other in the confessional mirrors of superstitious moments - but two sentient souls who, as the bride of their secret vows, have forever engaged the Universe among themselves! The darkness is knocking from th...

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    Approximate distances


          
         In my heart, the clicking, dropped beat of your golden heart will remain for life: something you could still be justifiably proud of today! In your vicinity, I feel, again, a child can be left shipwrecked, my dear soul, and I don’t have to hide if I want them to see my true self! Our expanding distances between each other seem to not even exist - they only bring us closer to the wedding of the Earthly Universes of immortal buds!
          
         My fossilized memories like well-meditated muscles preserve the ashes-tender sketches of your superstitious, angelic body! And while I often see from the captivity of mirrors that I am graying and balding from the ever-galloping Time, your winged creature is reflected in me! The army of killer lymphocytes in Ordas-destroying snowstorms is growing in my blood molecule and you can stay away from me and be by my side because your work...

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    Trance


          
         Gnashing of teeth, re-established, jerk sermons on the gaping paths of aging wakefulness! In the depths of our vulnerable souls, we carry the annihilated orphan, the vulnerable child, in the same way! We are already deliberately holding our children's ears so that we cannot hear the curses of ferocious, absolute adults, their everyday, shameful betrayals! A single, tiny word of sparks, a nasty, sighed thought, and everyone already felt and knew: the conspiracy of exclaimed wise men dried on lips sewn like a supplication! Even crying-eyed silence is telling less and less! Among his aching self-pain, he himself freezes into stone, and as a afflicted Sisyphus he can no longer guess, his vastly buffalo-heavy stone blocks will have to be carried by him all the time!
          
         You can no longer stand out in the world, and you can hardly survive: everyone is just emphasizing...

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    Dimensional law


          
         He pursues himself by becoming a Spirit-dark shadow deep in a secret, moral dimension; tense through obscurity and curved mirrors! Unswerving, unwavering progress towards your goal! Blood molecules secret, fighting mood from running runner already like pulsating nightmare pressure. The arrhythmia of passing is judging through the wall of throbbing heart-cavities and in new counting confessions! The thinking consciousness also gradually loses its mind and is terrified of an inexplicable secret conjecture!
          
         Who could have made the mistake of not acquitting his sin?! - There is always going to be a stubbornly watching over the Maybe-Present! Disembodied tears flow through the magma-core of Snowdrop-Times and tears of stigma demanding each other appear on the retina of superstitious eyes! Even the imaginative imagination of something doesn’t help much anymore; ...

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    The face of things


          
         As a broken blow to couch silent; vile powers change hands as lingerie; the self-rescue movement fell voluntarily, the Infinite long ago destroyed! Something took hold of the selfish Souls and split! Bone-white, the faithful blinds stumble into the uncertain future! History re-sells itself with slut faith and serves everyone else instead of self-esteem! The Angels' redemption wings weigh heavily into sticky mud, for they are full of Twilight wounds at the base of their backs; in cages, puppies are devoured by bargained jackals - and there is no way out!
          
         One-way streets are designated as intentional dead ends to make a possible career impossible from others! The little bitches chirping cute mini-lives are bustling yet because they can’t mouse paths to dance wobbly! The researcher, the vigilant moon, also became a blind man; he can only sit lame and moti...

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    Wolf-ogling


          
         The world is rocking in a web of indifference and phlegm! He jerks at the disliked Celeb zombies; you would think jerking your solid mind as a spear! Your secrets that you have survived to Man would gladly destroy you — your fisheye examining in chilled loneliness — yet you can't pierce! Indifference sprinkles him on fame with a sizable forgetfulness! Excess collagen showcases bounce off the plaster from silicone-glued kittens like scales; why is it appealing, however, that many of them do not notice the Essence during the external cicoma? Rather, it strangles this foolish-walked world with man’s son’s idiocy with the intention of burying crops!
          
         Yet on the wall of absurd stupidity the Mind bangs; the thought often revolves around like a bastard like a deceived drug! Play with everyone in the insidious Indifference! The heart of being ...

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    Counter-Light


          
         Shadows cast a price on me like a nervously raised bow string; curved mirror tiny, miturgist dwarf! My childhood is always listening to me! In the grip of a confused, uncertain Tomorrow, Loneliness falls on me at any time! Happy rains in your drops of tears I can not find myself! I exist even when I have to hide in disgust; the flock of insane people will not let go unless I surrender to My Truth! Who will hold my hand in a starless, eternal night? Who raises to comfort me, lest I fear the conscious uncertain ?!
          
         Cowardice that wakes up in such hesitant movements and I can't know what it's worth in me ?! - Teach and subdue this slut World where one immediately sells the other and the Honesty of the People is a squeaky matchstick! Only once would the cry flare up into Nothing, which cannot be bribed; my journey could only be by someone next to lead me thro...

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    Montage


          
         A proud power that has sprung from desires: a prostitute-greedy worm that longs for more and more chews its bones and soul with a corpse that spreads into the flesh of people of prostitute fame! The everyday life-sustaining instinct of survivors is shivering with vain, phlegmatic arrogance! The dazzling sparkle in the mirrors of the eyes breeds and valuablely shines new opportunities for those who have always longed for more; inherently dissatisfied with their lives!
          
         Doctor chirps are already starting to gossip at small galas. In the same way, the crowded company is placed in an inquisition or on a pedestal, to whom, albeit faintly, care and honor matter! Some murderous blinking eyes hint at insidious games on drooping, hanging art mayor smiles! On shiny gold wires, freely tugging straw puppets are writhing themselves in a swamp! With deliberate intentions, they...

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    If it were true ...


          
         If Sin had been true, it would have been done to self-deception! The faces of Eber-flattering, petting cockroaches are changing! The time for sure handshakes in loyalty is finally over; you wallow your humanity you can't give yourself up! You should forget the breaking monkeys and pass the weed whistleblower! Words that excite from the depths also shatter like sacred phrases, flowing like plastered plaster; captured in captivating schizophrenic mirrors on the Live! The minute of self-loss breaks down into parts amid terrible torments; silent silence recorded on a tape recorder is listened to even if the silly Hope has been trashed many times!
          
         A deadly trap today is also a feigned pretense, you can not raise happiness or restless! In dominant, aggressive instincts, the Redeeming Paradise Island of the Peace Plate is soon immersed; Neanderthal gorillas chatter...

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    Predicted pact


          
         Help is less and less coming from a knife-throwing hand backwards! Account for the perpetrator of the victim too! They are believing the freelancer with outlets! There are no longer organized forms in the breaking of seventious garments, but intentional, ugly flirtation prevails; in their murderous conquest, Alpine jokes are also immersed and then deliberately immersed! - Through dazzled sensationalist-eyed eyes, the Simplified Man also searches for obtainable Dreams! Tired and cared for its existence! Squeaky loves Gentle kiss, kind emotion becomes a moment in the stations of the Universe!
          
         We are alluding to ourselves in the lunar moonlighting between our lies; collisions of intent rarely end in a romantic way! Any vacuum is already unbearable; if the treasure Dear flaming smile cannot welcome the flaming dawn! - Subordinate Fates disintegrate and evaporate! Tr...

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    The cargo discharge


          
         Painted bleeding site leaks real wound! What is now decomposing inside is still visible from the outside and can be recreated! Accurate-minute clicks-conscientious-minute clicks cause-and-loss Measurement of time! Because everyone is getting closer and closer to stretched ropes, which both tightens and tightens them at the same time! Being as a rampant life imprisonment task; its capacity is always doubtful! It's better not to get lost in the guards of generations of asses! Late-read wolf laws can quickly fool a child-naive man into the thousand!
          
         The commission tree of pleasures has been deliberately picked! Those who have been quarreling early on can lie and become guest-condemning, insidious monsters when it comes to their selfish careers! With the protection of familiar tentacles, the Truth is also getting harder to probe! Killer-cynical gazes cross-stand...

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    The heritage


          
         We are all interoperable! Clumps of hair cling to us at the gates of the inner, much-lost Spirit! We dream of finding a home while chasing the way of our selfish career and prosperity! Hypocritical, well-moved moods change everyone into cared-for thank you people! Who nods at the real play all selling himself for kilos and grams and his prestige squabbling! They deliberately subdue the refreshing knowledge, and the nourishment of the more curious spirits can only extend to another private life of Celeb sensations!
          
         He who dares to confess in verses, when he kneels down as a sign of his faithfulness, immediately laughs with a simple wave; remains a target! The multiplied phlegm-tangled style is becoming more and more twisted by itself: those who have forgotten the Human Law and who are fair are already trampled on by indifferent arbitrariness. Idiots, giggle-etude...

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    The conjuration of Being


          
         As bridges, you’re trying to balance your scrapable, debris life! You already have all the shit, junk props! Between the tear-filled lines of your face listen to wasted unrealized dreams! Rise at your fingertips as a barrier wall are the columned towers of doubt; in the long shadows of your fear, magnetic anxiety attracts even more frightening dread! The diamond shards of the shop windows broken into the selfish blood-wave waves of your dawn judge public safety! Your face is resistant, passive ash! It is rarely reminiscent of fire! Tested tohonya; the bells break out of the rubber sponge! Being sharpens the knife over you and draws circles threateningly around your neck!
          
         You may already know that you rarely get closer to your planned planned goal! A menacing cry ruffles your shipwrecked, sheltered moods; the words grind among the ancient millstones of your...

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    Framing for human archives


          
         Every selfish annihilation in prideful, lived in insult, continues and makes an insidious trap! I always look back at the sad little boy's face in horror, hiding in slender, cracked mirror fragments, and I want to protect the trapped, lasting fear as well! As a growling worm, anyone tramples the limits of my wound; I could never back down again! Thin little shards of Judas moonshine hurt my skin when a balmy moonlight trembles hauntingly on the prison wall of my room! Rested, my troubled, million-wounded, perforated heart in the two eyes of heaven found in happiness!
          
         It would be good to tremble together into deep, raven-feathered broomstick lashes and my frightened pagan soul would chuckle in the redemptions of kisses! "I'm still intentionally playing the naive navel among adults!" As a good Hamlet, I would only be available for humanity! My so...

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    Price of swings


          
         One day I will leave our prostitute mud for good! A seven-story yawning intent awaits me when I wolf-wolf from the top of my house with the depth that appeals to me! I have to see: My promisers cheat on me with sounding promises and it’s still getting harder to thrive! Here, it is easy and quick to produce stone riches only for the influential, like to disappear as subordinates in the pyramid game of arthropods!
          
         I will leave meaningful millions of years behind me and who could really breastfeed immediately scold me for my orphaned eccentricity, and who else can know if they are destined for the ground or a chamber? I'm sorry I couldn't have been more karakan and more purposeful! - While some are washed in drops by the ass-licking choirs of the serving petting, star-lawyers - The sail of my existence unfolds and spreads in new hopes, fluttering in t...

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    Executioner and plague


          
         Shamelessly long-successful procrastination of Being again! Remaining intent and will are already out of print! Some don’t care what a sleazy percentage of reward-kitsch s wall! Out of cowardice, when it comes to everyone’s pathetic life, beware of color signs! What we wanted to be different seems like selfish goals on the junk horizon! The end of the track doesn't interest many enough, and everyone is wrong if they think the strange calm will come from within the Spirit!
          
         As we grow up, we are constantly confident that we can survive our childhoods! Every memory of the past is slowly disappearing like a grain of wheat rolled out! Can a superstitious, whisper of love still flow into our honestly listening ears?! Or is it just all this incapable, alamus fad?! The light petals are still chasing someone else’s ash-blush! "As a rear-view mi...

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    Dropped beast


          
         Accompanied by sorrow and danger, a seagull scream splits through the air with lightning speed! The silly mood of happy hearts was soon challenged; trapping, false promises! With the unstoppable temper of the sea waves, it swells and the slap of my chasms and all the petty old-fashioned blows, the blade-sharp criticism of the sword against another deliberate Judgment against My Humanity are growing in me! The suffocating Solitude is already decomposing in everyone; trusting hearts are revealed to you with traps!
          
         The wandering wanderer of split spaces: something constantly pursuing and encouraging, with my wandering destiny, deliberately confronting itself in the deserved dreams of the Universe! It breaks into pieces year after year, month after month My soul narrows boyishly and squeaks in its uncertain chasm; your gentle shock only a few researchers can’t...

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    Changes in cellularity


          
         Like fetuses hiding in the womb; you try to keep it a secret from your selfish-visceral world! As startled, your little animal would gradually chatter from time to time to finally fall out! The tears in your crater eyes swell into streams, reviving your self-creating, selfish dreams! In accelerating years, maybe motherhood women who can still understand your playful infancy are nursing! Like your rich self rebirths! Tiger-meekness is so good to rest between the paws of a mother tiger even now; an angry beast protecting your cub take care of you! Which would be better? You are slowly falling out of your rhythm of life!
          
         You can also open your gentle selfishness and then all the additional protection can go there! In a trembling fever, in the stream of the Universe, they seek each other together. Loyalty-sparkling hands; torment in lust, light in the night! - Your ...

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    Alchemy of the soul


          
         A self-grinding thought of a hesitant train at night; only the Heart can guess the eternal secrets! He clings to the infinite desire of the Universe in hopes of kissing, and the desire for a sparkling phenomenon dissipates in the sadness of Finality! We are full of Eternity and as a pure contradiction we lie to ourselves! The blade edge of Kanganó Time boldly cuts off its possibilities for aspirants, and in the crossfires of lost gazes you will find the only precious Treasure hard to find!
          
         Even so, our existence is a flutter of fire, a creation of fire-flame; we want to rise and rescue from the ground with will! In extended tranquility, it would be so good to relax even to slip into endless seas! I would accustom my heart to joy if I still had, and if my friends, who believed me eternal, could stay by my side in my difficult times! On the collapsing wall ...

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    Animus


          
         I'm a sore bunch of meat in the tidy mess! I would wake up from the daze if I could - someone will always be by my side! My brain is constantly filled with disturbing memory; sparkling self-awareness can often help you come up with more ideas! - Transient nothingness in the night and yet where the deserved pleasure of the Universe can make a nest, the immortal moment elevates to itself! They are attacked by bitter cold winds and the cheerful sun heat only permeates their heart-smiles!
          
         The plucked lashes of the wind wave my face with their icy breath; in the smoothing of its water, the cold lack of Being often shines! Does everyone who became eligible for Death at birth fatten Human Death as a cancer ?! - Even now it transforms Experience s Time; deep well stars are blinking in my eyes could only come Someone who really wants to get to know me! A frozen dawn ...

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    Reverse things


          
         I would do my long-standing business, but there is no need for hermit witnesses! crouching ferry usages, human wrecks are moving on self-deprecating for their own benefit and they are learning to be a further guttable Being! Self-exited, re-established wild hordes tread the compromising Order on the way! The smell of burnt human flesh also makes them more annoying! Drunken, bred with great power intoxication, phlegm-chirping, pseudo-preachers would dictate the changing trend, and if it was hand in hand, it would have long since lost its conscious, preservable dignity!
          
         They carry a roaring Lator cross modestly, while under others they light bonfires! Péter Pán's complex seedlings for the bohemian youth are marching around their necks with a umbilical cord rope around their necks! - In our idyllic freedom of the press, they even sublimely search ...

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    Life panic on the cube


          
         The formation of Golgotha-Nobody, who lives in the shadow walls of human lives, is growing! In negligible realities, the dream time that can be won is also running out! I would welcome the Shadow Petals that openly reveal themselves with empathy! Until you can reach everyone with its waves of true pearls, the pearly, sacred streams of redemptive crying, the momentary, tiny spark of truth is hardly authentic! Heart gates hidden hidden in the cage of ribs can open, but only who is worth it! Then the humble, alumous silence of the subconscious is torn apart: in me, the living myth of your astonished, childish curiosity still unfolds its magic flowers in the nests of eye-stars inside!
          
         It is less and less possible to believe in happy promises with a good sense! When can they already notice the vulnerable, human prayer in the hearts flying embers, which he would beg f...

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    Unhitchable


          
         Shattered amulets of long-gone memory loves are phosphorescent on a flickering blind; I struggle with the eternal child-soul at night! My excited memory makes fun of me every day, as if I were out of time and the shadows of the past settled on my soul with legal continuity! - In itself, the cosmic Deficiency yawns as much as the depth in the craters! Superstitious pleasure superstitious in the cells of molecules also escapes by shattering the throbbing existence of bleeding stones!
          
         I hide with petty dwarf sadness for moments when the piece In time, perhaps, the interdependence of loneliness and the proud compulsion of loneliness could be solved by the Force of Being! Insecure as a useless burden, Life carries with it! A radiant, dark twilight looms over the best of my cursed humanity; the compulsion of indifference and yet conscious resistance argues and kills i...

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    Foreword to inhumanity


          
         In an apocalyptic snowstorm, an unbearable, prophetic wind cries out to Cassandra! The shadow of his coat is held together tightly, and with a penitent, bowed head, the vulnerable man stubbornly defies the restless, shackled elements of nature! In a self-limiting, exhibitionist world, the worker stretches his aching, lustful fibers like a worn-out, junk sweater! They also bleed into a rarely healing, constantly producing past wound; he kicks in silent silence, his sigh sighing softly among the bone limbs of trees, petal-moonlight swaying! Gray, melancholy shadows carve themselves into their flesh many times! Its color-worn, twilight-lipped wilting, grimacing grimaces, sneaky, little betrayals surround it like devilish cages-dreamy desires! - They flash and kiss, multiplying every day at diva-goddesses parade-potty parties!
          
         Man turns to himself and makes an accou...

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    Mixing stanza


          
         I slowly fall into the depths of the vortex of my killer silences. Every Stigma Day I have to put up with the sins of the prostitute world! They accuse me of uttered Judas ’words while my falling pearl of yoke dazzles me in a shattered shadow face! The distance of times stirs up and asks: "Let's see! How much could you learn from your lessons? ” - but no one deserves an answer, lingering, no-man's-house underpants!
          
         It would be good to show the trenches of the shells of the shells of those times today to those who have ever kicked me in and out of me! - In my arms diligent blood molecules began to numb; an ever-threatening apocalyptic puzzle message weaving fears of death: can I wake up to the reality of an uncertain tomorrow?!
          
         My heartbeat defying drumming beat but it would be ...

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    When Time vomits


          
         How ungodly is this land that wildly Hyena's footprint Angel can barely enter ?! The inner soul-night falls to ashes, the pain sizzling into your soul screams! Because the moment thickens to an explosion; every barren Face is another cunning mirror from which we can fall out of our dreams! Those who can guess the plague of the Jackal of others can be fooled to run! Teasing the columns of light, the pathetic Giants of Indifference spit on the Present! Cosmos-space homestead in broken hearts as the only guest!
          
         The one who sets out on the essential path behind mirrors wanders with a cherub face to see what really matters! - The breath of unavoidable questions obscures you! - Maybe Love is a hand grenade ?! The nuclei of the Universe unite in volcanic eruptions in superstitious moments! The tunnel is torn through the moonlight by lasting fear! Man, the eternal O...

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    The big scene of romance


          
         The wedding ring of glass plates rolled in dark eyes; how much psychological recognition does it take for the eternity of the moment? Who cherishes the gates of the Universe that shine like human stars, and would you call them with a smile sincerely? On the bodies of Adam and Eve, the sweaters, the enchanting oaths whispered to the loving lips stick to each other as Beads of Truth: The self-rule of “I love you”! "Mysterious Wild West door squeaks signal a distress predictive of the siege campaign of cooling winds!" In our idyllic dreams we could be deep wells falling into ourselves and discovering the childlike essence of the other truthful in the lake mirrors of our souls, while we could cling to each other like snoring buckets!
          
         Even in the face of each other, we tied our perpetual games in such a way that we can learn the rules of surviva...

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    Slamming perspective


          
         An intoxicating fluttering imagination is growing; intoxicating imagination associates constant thinking with wandering shadows in my mind! My shackled dreams continue to drop my pillow body close to the ground, and inside, a small child-deep despair sharpens his cunning dentures! My measured Time is dwindling sooner and I can already feel that nothing could have happened in vain, the confrontational, hyenic world continues to make a killer joke with me, because I was always forced to listen to his words naively-gullibly!
          
         The reward of my shipwrecked destiny is to wear out the gears of fortune once and for all, and I may not have a chance to evolve towards happiness that will never be found again! "Among the shelters of blackened, crumpled, crouching shadows, I would kneel humbly rather than quote the Inquisition again!" I am tormented many times by my...

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    Puppet


          
         As a prisoner of Ordinary Times, we are gradually dying back to Time! Waiting for the stars, we can be filthy, prey of hordes soon, if we have to crouch in an unknown Future! Our passing is legal! You can't lift up to a happy vision! It has become an obsession that the universe eyes receive with closed petals and we cannot make happy the Angel who came to us voluntarily! "Out there we can know idiotic insane people are raising small realms and they are afraid of silence-screaming velvet - the poet is silent with intent in us, because he could not find a sure audition!"
          
         We can only selfishly carry our offended souls to the secret reef of wakefulness; curved in the Present Time the liberated dream is therefore suspicious! A star-watching, alert lattice raven delel, and you would flee into space into the home of the naked Honesties, where the Truth of...

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    What is missing?


          
         Something intimidated trembling stone, they may have smuggled a crumbled ancestral fragment into me at the beginning of my birth: wounded sunsets dipped in blood gold like hesitant Sisyphus keeps carrying me until cheap blood bills are imposed on my head - now something uncertainly trembling to the brim! Where precarious, barren and bleak beaches greet you, and Man can dwarf a bird-seeing eccentric!
          
         More and more distressing tiny stones are scratching, tossing in me - I'm afraid the wounded part of my self can hardly be back again Whole, collapsible balanced! I still face myself many times in the face of a wolf: I will be a Neanderthal stone penetrating to the depth of my soul's disappointed well, once everyone has left and once his rich nipple-biting emotions have been wiped out by breaking dilentants, trendy whims!
          

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    Bush-raiders


          
         My brain’s active feast is still a billion, mocking trouble-creating and destructive at the same time! Stake-no I should prefer times when I can only play for the pleasure of the game! Out there, in the minds of the Celebs chirping in roaring chaos, the thinking intellect lies on a deliberate wasteland! The jerkishness of the jerk and the irresponsible quiver that handles it already torturously; dead money Future can't knock in the camp of the unrelated either! Fearful fear sets a rope for my greedy nerves and I should go through it alone!
          
         The tabloid populist culture can still grow into a deliberate imperial water head! And like any ostrich head stuck in ignorant sand, it will surely burst sooner or later! You can play dust-lost at any time by playing your cards! A crimson, sluggish blush runs across stomach-turning poker faces and cramps his grinning...

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    Sham-injured


          
         In the company of haunting, worthless promisers and misdeeds, the idea of a prophet-hermit is still left alone: immortal romances would be needed for candlelit dreams, holy dinners, and not cheap, prostitute words! How much hesitantly doomed human desire chews our unceasing innocent souls! It is as if a single deep-hidden thump echoes ready to erupt in the soul-deep and stares incessantly at the gaping abyss with the vigilant, dilated pupils!
          
         Conductor and concrete reality commands are often confused; silent silences wall in themselves to make my desire! My panting heartbeat degenerates into a loud rumble, and in the secret alley of blood vessels I dream of the still livable moments of the Universe! Is it possible to prepare for the invisible future in the tangible Present?! - The unspokenness of my feelings still surrounds me: it flies away like a black petal b...

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    Purge


          
         When critics pierced my tar skull with pieces of ice drumming! Not a single missing shore could be reached without being so shipwrecked! Vermet-digging careerists threw killers and daggers, and the merit became caressing puppets because they could get an opportunity from Being to start something that had begun again! Anointed redeemers could not keep the Order, and the guarding prophets also slept and listened in silence instead of their Judgment words!
          
         Thick-necked and small-style stici pups were plowed in narrow mouse paths; to become unfaithful natives to demotion who is Man because to stay?! Boiling jampec squirrels and disco kittens are making their way up the donkey ladder of the fashion trend, while their hazelnut brains are getting narrower! Even the proud civis proves only by text and not by his deeds; insane, no-man's-house Aarnoks get the job firs...

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    It foully into parts


          
         I hear today irreversibly getting closer and closer to my vulnerable heart as critical, cheap grabs are eaten; Worthy executioners of cultures! And how do my kidneys try to process the eloquent sermons of unworthy black soups, if they don't take care of those who gala usurp the gifts of their spirits, the empty shell of the shell becomes an echoing example to me! And the infinite space also communicates with the Odyssey sighs of the once-once seas!
          
         Out of me there will be rancid prophetic squeals, and the few fragments of My Time are barely making music, but they are knocking! In the cave-deep soul of my opening cave-deep soul, a child is still crying and threatening: until He grows out of me, I can remain as a Man, and my boundaries cannot disappear! I can only be an exact, missing link in a junk formula! I would try my wings half-nail-hesitantly as Icarus ...

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    How to lose ourselves?


          
         Wrap up in the thought of everyday departure! You may know: shelter is rare if you can provide you with posterity! Your sinful city will not allow a rightful liberation where you could never have been truly free! Your usual commentary and platinum-fattened text is always laughed at by light-hearted lazy worms! V.I.P.-volunteer parties are holding themselves with a chick-catcher, scout-commando on the shore of Lake Balaton duck swimmer! "You were a cowardly pull that you took the initiative in your life and you could hardly notice that they wanted to speak to you!"
          
         With your face you grimace a constant boyish sadness and play arbitrarily, because your existence is still an entrenched escape! Only a few affordable, wandering phones can connect you to this bloody outside world right now! Your support can only be childish repentance now; while you, as memb...

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    Cheap disappointment


          
         Even with a beak-filled Prophet's throat, you shouldn't always catch a red mouth! I sit in foaming-scented, pear-colored solutions and maybe even get money for other waste products one day! The boiling bath and the unworthy, humiliated cold water are let down at once! Let the child-minded fool just freeze! The water level of conscious survival always crumbles a bit: just enough to allow the infected, salivating manure to drip through the veins!

     

    Every day, some people like to change newer and more fashionable snakeskins! The self-agile little team of my Selfish Death is farming around the alleys of my body! The flashing handle of the out-entrance as a shelter option is given only to a few-rare! - I know for a long time! With every new excess of air, I multiply the sad loneliness of the Earth!
          
         My body often searches for the greed...

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    Orange glow


          
         Their chalices are wide open in the balsamic sunset of the roses! Two black crescents in the eyes of vigilant searching eyes! He stops in nun white and stretches out his arms in Eve's costume while daydreaming about the reloadable Universe! The fork of our emotions with cross-branches only decomposes into cell molecules of common multiples at once! Our flowing stream merges into One Fate! The instinct of desire builds a delta on the tiny jewel continent of your navel; the eternal romance of your kisses!
          
         We know: our proliferating empire can only be complete together! - That's how we run to our own donor mouth! Our budding words choked on our throats also sound like our moans in a series of immortal annihilations! This is how the One-gaze guards and takes care of themselves: the breast milk of our sins is still plentiful, and there could be only one commo...

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    Reality and cosmetics


          
         Lost faith, sensationalist world! Crowds of people are running around in a loser mess! Dirt people and five-minute smudges are poured on torso V.I.P. parties to their comfortable throat, and group bachanalia is not out of the question either! Where did his selfish Cassandrasah go to testify to cobweb prophets who wanted to testify?! In a shrouded self-defense, the Living One who burns himself as an internal cataclysm - perhaps he has not even grown up! Tearful vulnerability always surprises; my whim was left with the late tax! "Glass beads are screaming from prodigal eyes, and they take a crooked multitude of moments that tears can't lie!"
          
         In their puffy, overflowing pride, self-educated terror staggers! A surrendered canary-kitten-gaze to small-style compliments soon vomits! It can hardly be a blind flight between free-living mass-consumer-eden co...

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    Clerk-Book


          
         Is there anything moving in the redemptive descent? Discover the exfoliated tears on the retinal lines of broken eyes with compassionate regret! As the smaller beetles glide apart, a hesitant giant-foot tramples on them by chance! The given, idyllic anthill can hardly receive regular travelers and contemplatives back into its bustling community! In the gaping lap of depths - only they can know - undivided Dreams graze!
          
         The blood-boiling instinct-greed of visceral possession is only the exception! - From the micro-world below, where can murderous virtue be measured by certain methods? - The chattering company of loosely swinging golden boys and chirping kittens has never seduced; there, many people blamed emotional ammunition for luring exploited defenseless people and believing! Are the reports left to themselves simply because Someone always betrays them with w...

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    Wolf-ogling


          
         The world is rocking in a web of indifference and phlegm! He jerks at the disliked Celeb zombies; you would think jerking your solid mind as a spear! Your secrets that you have survived to Man would gladly destroy you — your fisheye examining in chilled loneliness — yet you can't pierce! Indifference sprinkles him on fame with a sizable forgetfulness! Excess collagen showcases bounce off the plaster from silicone-glued kittens like scales; why is it appealing, however, that many of them do not notice the Essence during the external cicoma? Rather, it strangles this foolish-walked world with man’s son’s idiocy with the intention of burying crops!
          
         Yet on the wall of absurd stupidity the Mind bangs; the thought often revolves around like a bastard like a deceived drug! Play with everyone in the insidious Indifference! The heart of being ...

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    Adagio


          
         Life is tiring more and more tired in me: there can be no lasting way out of nowhere! My purple anxieties in my loneliness are flourishing! It would be nice to tear down the massive walls with which I deliberately encircled myself! The creepy desolation of the cellular grids, in which you can’t hold my trembling hand in my hands, dear no matter how hard the compliments try under my tongue! "In my bones a cold of the Cosmos is guarding me, and the Silence behind creation is lurking in my ear!" I will live in the cliff corner of the Universe and I will be too complicated for myself too! With his bone fingers above me, Fate knocks the beat while always watching vigilantly and making sure to hook myself up for sure bagatell nothingness!
          
         The visions of the creep of my dreams, when chimeras step into reality - come to life! Breaking down though my will...

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    The childish cramps of the Spirit


          
         During ugly's swarm of cheap prostitutes, don't worry about crushing! Don't let anyone believe you peeed in fear! If every curse-memory and minute-man rushes, a thousand ghosts could throw lasso into your throat every day! Silence can hardly surround you anymore, because you could not come to terms with your Difference! Indifference is listening to you with its great petals! Sooner or later, the World will collapse again, and you will hardly hear the supplications of your wounded soul! Honest prophets are worried about freethinkers and the Sincere Prophets are turning into stray dogs! The chaos-silence of the stars hugs her upside down her bosom, the Nirvana-Nothing is still bleeding from the wounds of the earth!
          
         I notice the grin of Mayan-smiling, prostitute Angels: as Man sells himself for sale! The restless tranquility of your soul is a privilege ...

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    From around here


          
         Washed, pathetic molds are definitely washed cleanly jerkwater utility principle: the syrupy-luxury survival-desire for prosperity! They would try to furnish a second welfare state at their own risk: their market considerations are being recorded at the expense of their profitable greed! Their terrible engine of money and testosterone has taken them again?! Sudden upheaval has become every motive, and a believing promise is every ready-made move! They would not require silly, brain-shrinking, dull consciousness; smooth crawlers softened body of the peak! Turbocharged worms preach self-realization. It used to be a ruin when business partners arm is shackled!
          
         In Saturday's willingness, nudely balances geometry as a pendulum with a superstitious, panther-body, sexy hipster, and as a new stranger, he tenses himself like a bow-nerve at any time! With increasing l...

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    Debris in the Century


          
         I couldn't grow up! Doubt shook to the bone! My vulnerable being is peeling, like the sun phobia! Brain-shrinking silly idiots echo on modern channels as clamps! Your vigilant reminder woodpecker is on your forehead! Your conscience is constantly interrogated and addressed! "Out of the desire for adventure out there, out of greed for careers, they prostitute the Sanctuary of the Earth Universes!" Form breaker XXI. cheap Celebecskés dream of lustful immortality in the 20th century!
          
         You can also fall out of Paradise quickly, and not just by tasting forbidden fruits! "The" camp of those who know everything better "is bouncing off me, shouting loudly! Human wrecks shrinking into fetal pores like crushing vultures and jackals are brawling in drug addicts that cause serious addictions! Even my existing cowardice in my shed little bo...

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    Dun identification


          
         Because in all the insidious cases, it is a home-based canteen of soul-killing, mind-boggling, headache cats! Ordinary alcohol - s gossip clouds billowing at jaccudzi parties filling the court fools! The dog-flash game of dog comedies is followed by more and more popular fun! The vulnerable man is already prostituting himself! There is also a shadow over the virgin pubic gates of the Universe; diligent sex fleas fatten greedy greedy and insatiable elephants!
          
         Lurking-polite idle boys can always stay on the go! he jerks into an unspeakable deep stack who wakes up to a sobering daze without the love of Loyalty! Ordas-whimsical merriment-pleasures are combined with incredible creativity! - The legitimate V.I.P. sense of life is concreted into the public consciousness as an unbreakable shell! Appearance The shores of America are still moving further and further away ...

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    Time delay


          
         Leeches and gnats are already spitting ass-licking, hazelnut-brained skulls! Everyone is constantly found easy on the buzzing pharmacy scales and everyone is fleeing from the insured liability! Hardworking mixers can do it - they can hardly catch submissive mice as their voices! Competing with assorted slang passwords, they scold the moles that are churning out of culture! Today, only the maid's ladder can be walked in this pathetic compromise! Voluntarily further annoying spatial relationship; death jumps without stretched net!
          
         Jacquud's Dream Life Advance as a Leading Motif: New-Rich Eastern Europeanized, tohonya Way! Persistent gunpowder smell, unnecessary aggression raging around me! My conscious, cowardly cowardice puts me to the test, and because I know: the flames of the intellect are fading in brain-sized brains that are already inherited with et...

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    Unobserved


          
         Leaning against the alley walls of our passing years, the silent silence followed in silence. On the hanging rope of Nirvana between time and space, the body of Adam ourselves looks into the depths of the gaping gaps! On the memorable journeys - where in hand - we go together begging-repenting heart also shivering; afraid to drive home will rarely! In common struggles of being, interdependence carries our own selfish Destiny! It has become a meat-cutting edge, for alamous, squeaky deeds and petty words!
          
         Our wakefulness is gradually chewed and ground by the blinded Time! Luxury lives, like open, publicly imprisoned prisons, alternate their lives with seeming prosperities like fragrant lingerie, what more can the future bring them? "As an eternal wandering alien, you should have clung to the Being Sheaths with lasting roots until it's too late!" Chok...

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    Postmodern-garbling


          
         Effortless tevelusta Man is true, but full of total fears! In his rain cloud eyes, all the collected Pearls of Truth are full of pain! On a child-adult left-handed estate who coughs forever, even himself is a gentle little track! Hissing is a heat bulge if it needs to be taken seriously and you can't get anything! Name-no wills the power of the law can no longer help! You are always forced to flatten, but rarely enjoy the silence of harmony! The truths of proud ladies of messianic extent should be sworn in! Systematic fatigue is already happening in Life!
          
         Friendly guardianship can be enjoyed in supreme maternal lap by the prodigal flatteners in puffed silence; the backwind can hardly be! Who could push further - this time they have been resting underground for a long time! His brain, accustomed to determined abstinence, still understands and tolerates the gr...

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    The prayer of Truth


          
         A crumbly tear of the Universe should never be ashamed! Conscious tenderness is not a spice of piety! It’s scary to think about it already; Cosmoses in the afterlife cold, if intentionally left alone child-orphaned crying can only circulate soul-seeing roe deer! Soul maps lack a place where they can still feel, everyone has had and will have damn bad days! All the merit of a man boasting in courage is in the minuses if he does not protect the True Beads falling from the sight of his eyes in soft pain!
          
         Many retreat behind the mounds of their exaggerated, squeaky stubbornness; the breathing petals of the Spirit fall precisely because it could hardly have been immortal Dear who could have grasped the sad stigma spheres of Truth in the palm of redemptive harmony! Because who knows for sure that there is a surplus in the World, and it can only be a burden, whos...

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    Slamming perspective


          
         An intoxicating fluttering imagination is growing; intoxicating imagination associates constant thinking with wandering shadows in my mind! My shackled dreams continue to drop my pillow body close to the ground, and inside, a small child-deep despair sharpens his cunning dentures! My measured Time is dwindling sooner and I can already feel that nothing could have happened in vain, the confrontational, hyenic world continues to make a killer joke with me, because I was always forced to listen to his words naively-gullibly!
          
         The reward of my shipwrecked destiny is to wear out the gears of fortune once and for all, and I may not have a chance to evolve towards happiness that will never be found again! "Among the shelters of blackened, crumpled, crouching shadows, I would kneel humbly rather than quote the Inquisition again!" I am tormented many times by my...

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    Hazard Allowance


          
         Maybe the Central I have long lost from my horizon? The pounding of superstitious kisses was locked in cold heart chambers by a careerist-fear, and it would have been good to cross the borders of the border crossing with a common will! We only deceived ourselves for time or hours; I can hardly take my mischievous case! I could only be big-saying because I was really scared of infected lies! - The seamless threads were tangled between our budding fingers! "My donkey ladder was broken halfway and I couldn't crawl up and down!"
          
         The achievements of modern psychiatry cannot reassure them in their problem solving and it cannot be just a clear, common practice just stripped scratched scars, which can break up again! Filled with a tear-jerking desire for peace, I wanted to start the relief process once, and then I could watch big ones! My bald headdress ha...

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    If man could do it


          
         The fertile Silence can hardly be shrouded inside! Silent Cosmos-Space is the once soul-seeing eye; a body-left, winged bird that can’t learn to fly again! Stone is captured by breaking hyenas and crushing moral nobility! Escaping from myself, the rattling wave of the Spirit can hardly be heard!
          
         A squeak of light projected on rocks only increases its shadow in the dark - it doesn’t warm! A skeleton turned upside down from skin and flesh remains if he reveals and lets go of all secrets: he received a final defense as a gift from this cipher-comedian Fate when the gates of the immortal Universe open! For even if the Spirit left on his face is undressed, he thinks he will be wounded! The Trench of Being is gradually filled with wells of sorrow!
          
         Tuning has been going on in me for thirty years a...

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    Pathetices


          
         Snorels trapped in a serpent's stake demonstrate and swear by a large vest; fewer and fewer than those who still have personal rights to light garbage cans and get into public Bachan orgies with prostitute-virgins is illegal! Every beautiful word, artificial beauty, sounds jerky between compressed gorilla lips! My flesh splits in two and my bald hair sparks fire and sparks on the insults of romance!
          
         All my slips are deliberately running out, and I have to cry every minute of my martyrdom until my tongue gains again, judgmental prophecy! In fertile rebellions, it is no longer possible to know exactly which side you are standing on! - Even among enthusiastic cloakers, the lousy slat can vibrate from amateur caresses! "Between the rows between the railings, wild beasts can go to their troughs!" Honest handshakes also turn into pathetic question marks!...

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    The intoxication of despair


          
         Sleepless Night splashes of Light; in a haunting lunar world, a little boy swells with tears! The silent pearl drop of rays sticks to his face! In his troubled soul, Angel marvels and hesitates over the mortalities of the present World! The lush mane of wise trees still boldly hides the darkness, but there will be a time when the damned parental hand will create a space shortage around you again! The fish-stepped Twilight also knocks the rusty canal to the chattering word of falling dew, while re-mixing with the juices of the life-giving earth!
          
         As a familiar, familiar friend, Sorrow greets me with sorrow; the driving force of my pessimism! And if it weren’t for the wounded consciousness in my self, perhaps the happiness found in me would come out too! The melting mood of the evening is haunted by horrors; rest hesitant, my boyish soul rocking in foam foams...

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    Everyday burden


          
         Restlessness can hardly afford a march of raging hearts! Our vows have even absorbed what can be saved at all with his words of allegiance! Why does modesty breathe when it takes shape?! Unaware of his own abilities, distorted, jerking himself down into a jerky barn without the ideal of chivalry in phlegmatic mg; blind-eyed human wreckage sniffs out remaining human brains like a sherbet and there can be no meaningful intelligence collection on the forehead eaten! Depleting, bad kind of drunkenness is rampant in the empty Congo depths of angels, and conscious vulnerability is already a self-deepening chasm!
          
         All window-eyes are blinded! A feeling of conscious vulnerability infiltrates our skins! Diseases pinned to the executioner's peak Celeb heads bloom; a superstitious, flirtatious look flirting with invisible tango between broom-eyed eyes! Pigeon-autumn str...

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    In Mouse Holes


          
         I was limping with stumbling footsteps, in the twilight of moonlight! Side-lurking, fierce trees stood chained, saluting; attention! Trembling animal sediment, in an ominous silence, I kept expecting the expelled darkness to break into the light! My tears, unstoppable tears were trembling and anxious, and they had finally stopped there! In a roaring sense of danger, I must have exclaimed and recognized myself; only on the side of my immortal Beloved could holy Peace have been created now; I had already doubled my playful, childhood self, and it would have been good to know it safe: I could still alleviate the wrath of Man!
          
         "Vultures pushed back and forth and none of them asked, 'Can you help me with something?' "I would have liked to hide in a mountain of celestial cosmos blades of grass!" Unnoticed as a timid hedgehog music in the caves o...

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    Bribed dark


          
         Thanks to me and the ever-expanding, deep chasm is lowering my saw teeth more and more! In the depths of a self-pitying ghost-soul, he disintegrates himself; where the insecure Nirvana fears, the conscious insecure, can expand like black holes in the vast fabric of Times! My deceived life also carries a constantly wounding space with Sisyphean burdens! On my lonely nights, who sinned in crocodile tears, no one could have found the pathetic, battle-treasures, melodic drops of my true pearls in themselves: my multiplied, excluded pain worthily shared! The stray world is flowing through me already! It would be good to cling to the testifying, motherly eyes with a little boy's orphanage!
          
         A single, knife-hesitant ray of chocolate-brown Gioconda eyes is enough for a true-honest couple to realize if they really want to! It is rare to build card castles from dreams ...

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    Within a given framework


          
         The man of today is resourceful if he shortens the long-promising day with a furfang! You know, it licks in a drift, but with a pale self-tanning cream it evokes the luxury of being available in a small country! It was and will be old, heartbreaking, intoxicating nostalgia, if you can imagine making its fences out of sausage for everyone! His blood boils up quickly and if you don't take care of yourself, he collapses tachycardically in the air-conditioned solitude of gyms and falls to the ground! Amazon fairy blues smile, posing above him: the shoulder species of their displeasure are immediately rearranged too!
          
         Life-lie collections are inaugurated in careers also deliberately seduced! Being is the battleground for everyone; every little style of revenge comes from an instinct of balance! "Many people who didn't sell themselves spend the night in th...

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    Mouse-noise


          
         He kept silent, grinning with an arrogant-fat bladder around his neck while despised like an open shark's mouth! In a hundred times targeted, smelly days, everyone has become a traitor because he could not have selfish, vulnerable trust in the offenders! Striking an apple orphanage in my wandering years, I trembled as a descendant; I couldn’t stand alone to bring back the backlog living in memories! With crying depths of crypt, I should look into wolf eyes at all times, until a small child, who still had to forgive me, boasted in tombs!
          
         I already felt bitterly on my skin: the closing muscles of the giver of human goodness soon relaxed, and if I wanted to, I couldn’t keep what was mine forever! "I could never survive unscathed with a stubborn, childish feeling!" A dying yellow wind like the dying candle flame: shadows of faint silence wa...

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    Terrifying ecstasy


          
         In the murderous silence of wrinkled-faced, moonlit nights, I hear the purple-petal, tachycardia heart purring like a throbbing lover! The voice of a whore-whore whispers, a more and more dignified, dream-plan is bubbling inside you: you are less and less likely to encounter sincere gazes gleaming in the unfamiliar, business-like gloom of celeb shows! A nocturnal refuge for vagrants may not accommodate either the hermit prophet or the lyrical intelligentsia! Its torn strings cannot be healed by Moiras, who are already overwhelmed by the existing Time!
          
         As a fleeing savage of hidden spiral paths, in whose damn footprint the sand grains of the apocalypse flutter as warning, stigma signs — the underworld alley of stinking gate-depths will also be home to the Guardians who have survived to Man! For the time being, you can only find eternal love of the Universe ...

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    Sand grains of denial


          
         I know I should finally cling like restless grains of sand in the cracks of rocks, like a stream bustling in the thin veins of stones, like the esteemed promise of the Truths! In hurricane storms sweeping the seas, the defiant sailor, or like a True Pearl-sized tear on truly sincere faces! I still crouch wordlessly in rose petal hearts and I would wait anonymously for the right moments! I still don't know what this uncertain expelled Fate can want with me and can I still find the secrets of Happiness ?!
          
         As if in gravitational gravity alone I would fall; grabbing the two ends of Being, I pulled with me the ingrained shadows of my past! Many times I couldn't be good enough with petty Differences! Brown blinking dots smiled from laughing deer eyes and I imagined that; it can be found in Harmony! The walls of a selfish prison, I feel every day, lean inwards:...

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    The sadness of finitude


          
         The past has become a dark path! Millions of pieces of being below flowed into the rings of memories, self-awareness involuntarily memorized! It swirls like a terrible, outraged dizziness like a black river in the Infinite! "You can't forget: your haunting past looks back at you with your questioning your present and asks!" Your germ as a stamped wound rises daily because the Wholeness is over! Throw yourself into suicide - see if you survive!
          
         Every minute of your sighs, he flirts with you and Death can strike back! Your alpha point was your beautified birth, while your bowed being was Omega! Use wisely what you have kept and learned in your vulnerable heart! On the crumbling memorial ruins of your heart, the dying day was spared another deserved opportunity! From afar, Nineveh is buzzing; as watchmen, vigilant guards would cling to the sermons of ...

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    Cursed stony back


          
         With cut wings and squandered dreams, it would have been good to continue! It can be opened with an open-eyed eye to shout to see if it will still be possible to save Humanity from a mortal soul! In every minute of the Universe that we steal from life, we cry the vulnerability of our presence in hundreds of forms! The pain screaming into melody is preserved by a long-lasting cello or cello; a shattered rainbow of light washes our souls bare naked! Mysterious twilight reigns in petals that are pounding for each other, trembling in the gestures of shaky superstitious kisses, thundering to earth-installed Heaven!
          
         Excited forgiveness is heard through the retina of the narrator's eyes and he asks for an assured audience! Survivable times can only be understood and learned only gradually! Our destiny is also im already inevitable; everything is built on scattered ...

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    Proto-discovery


          
         A forgiving grin embedded in a smiling chubby face is nothing foreign: I would feel every heartbeat and gesture! Deep layers that testify beneath our faces settle because Beauty can come from within! We walk piously into the precarious Nirvana-Nothing without a compass! Pure human calculation flirting with whistling smiles and who has unlimited credit card usability can only be a hit! Honesty could even be more vulnerable than a decipherable keyword, which might even be worth clinging to! Do you perish yourself, who thinks you are wise and turns away from the possibilities that can be set?!
          
         An upcoming exhibition often warns, "Get to know yourself and don't go back!" - The profitable silence swells among the writhing, panther-body exotic flower threads! - Smiling, the Witness of the Ladder still stops! Walking the highway of Tense Times; it often g...

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    Waybird-edo


          
         Surviving prosperity is another burden, and not a beneficial human lesson, for my longing, wandering emergency bird self! If my sensitive soul sensor catches bad coordinates, I chew and accuse myself constantly and digest! I have been known as an educated man for a long time, and yet today more scientist minds are honored! I became a highland loaf, or a stranger in the field; chased peanut steaming silly grotesque idiots! This is why I have always loved to hide in the hiding places of illuminating senses! Only vigilant Prophets can put order in the ring of hunters if they still want of their own free will!
          
         I deliberately don’t knock on the crooked herds of computing diggers! Pale scared you are already constantly dodging; incense-lost advanced settlers happily at my table who get rich from gigantic possessions - afraid - they would give nothing in return! ...

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    Dead race


          
         Alien-lips touch the wells of Almighty pleasures on the first night! Inside, you can still feel a heartbeat-pounding heartbeat if you took greedy sips from the wild drink of immortal instincts! As if something forgivable, ancient sin would draw them into the self-giving Nirvana desert of the Universe! And it is not possible to feel and say enough, realizing that the other half of their souls are pounding beside us with a bud-opener and every kiss is a donor-redeemer grace! What a seductive sound can sound like a symphony of silence in our ears listening alone, so that we can re-fly from the flames of emotions to the beating hearts as Phoenician birds re-creating themselves!
          
         We would only dare to drink from it even more boldly: to offer anything with open-minded eyes from the open book-soul, to sincerely slow down the broken, tiny details of moments before the ma...

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    Finite contradiction


          
         The dizziness of the lifelong receded yet; my anxiety of being is all raging! In me, mortality is ash-gray and the idea of ceda is constantly frightening! My years seemed to fall fast and I have to leave this land! Mile treasures to sweep beneath me pile up: fragmented leaves of petals - I should be a living tree in a dying ray of fire and not cry out my uncommon selfish pity! Sadness bribes and as a volcano, there are hardly any pleasures in existence!
          
         My blind moles-nights are lit by cheering skies even more so the spike of despair is stabbing me more and more! Perhaps you, as a lone Robinson, have seagull sighs and the grains of sand in the bribed Nihil deserts; and why is there an earthly voice that cannot answer to the immortal Universe, when you already feel: the great He is standing by you ?! Your inner adventure can't end this way either!
    &nbs...

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    Purge


          
         When critics pierced my tar skull with pieces of ice drumming! Not a single missing shore could be reached without being so shipwrecked! Vermet-digging careerists threw killers and daggers, and the merit became caressing puppets because they could get an opportunity from Being to start something that had begun again! Anointed redeemers could not keep the Order, and the guarding prophets also slept and listened in silence instead of their Judgment words!
          
         Thick-necked and small-style stici pups were plowed in narrow mouse paths; to become unfaithful natives to demotion who is Man because to stay?! Boiling jampec squirrels and disco kittens are making their way up the donkey ladder of the fashion trend, while their hazelnut brains are getting narrower! Even the proud civis proves only by text and not by his deeds; insane, no-man's-house Aarnoks get the job firs...

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    Heretic-being


          
         Of the deep-bottomed, sanda underworld of our transience, which night-veiled, crooking pin belongs to the Eurides and the Jimpec Orpheus: who will follow us with sincere faith?! Who can swim against the unbridled reality if there can be no more consoling sunset ?! A soft and incessant supplication admits the orphan contemplative always; there will still be a lot of hesitantly winding stairs in the future that send a omen with a dull tap - so be on the lookout!
          
         Time is spinning and time is running out! Over the dials, the pulsating pace of ancient rhythms and cries! It might be a good idea to cling to the crossfire of warning gazes! On the velvet path of memories, someone is always looking for someone! It is futile to rephrase and ask missed questions! Unfinished ax-sentences, love nods after flirtatious movements of run damage; a ghost-moon hovering over gloomy ...

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    Homecoming


          
         Choking suffocates while the invisible saliva-honey of the Universe trickles; the liquid summer sun greeted with an impassive serene sky and could not hear the wail of the Earth! Vanity breaks down on me and the lost ignorance would roar in me - I will soon feel lost in this illuminated Space! I dig into myself as the deep wells of my hidden childish secrets bubble! "It's still night and the wandering shadows come back to my wounded heart to quench their thirst!"
          
         The eyeballs of Silence squeak at me as they spit out, marching incessantly! Unspeakable action is constrained by Space and Time: Opened Opportunities by This Current Commissist Why does present have only foolish celebrities? Bleeding from a dense night, a beam of dawn comes up! Now I don’t know who will stay with me forever as an understanding friend or an immortal Dear?
    &nbs...

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    Color-lost fog knights


          
         A student crown witness can hardly be found in the field of mystery grains! As an obstacle builder, he builds massive ramparts around himself - it is almost a total inability to decipher his thinking! A knocking heel above it is a black piano keyboard mystery, while the Realm of the Soul is a eloquent but unbreakable shell! Everything can turn in the triangle of total bankruptcy in your career! Among the set badges of majesty, the stamp of the untouchables flourishes: as a bacterium, it occupies any host body, and examining selfish truth truths, the fever curve of their bold lies immediately emerges!
          
         The opposite pair of carelessness or murderous interest thus seems to reconcile and enslave the honor that has become a pile of rubble! - Every visceral wish dies! Shadow Duty Could Be Even Retaining Morality! Simultaneously exhaust and anesthetize insidious suspici...

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    Femslash deficiency



          
         It cuts into my face the immutable fact of Time as it has passed, the pre-ordained Coal-Lack, the life-giving presence — the Uncertain! When, stepping out of the door of security, he stumbles upon the junky, rattling structure of my limp-strong thunder-wind limbs! My non-selfish self-giving is dulling, much more the lack of opportunities to be offered again! I was busy with daily evening questions! A dubious experience lurks between my long-running fears and then re-emerging fears, exercising his limbs like the wild lurking on the column!
          
         A stifling awakening also deepens in aborted moments when I have already successfully postponed everything! The daytime period is handing out half-dreams graciously, and can’t wait to get bitten into it by yawning! In the night, both the counting and the vigilant shadow begin to feverishly ponder! Slowly, sn...

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    Children's games


          
         Swell, waving like a swell, a comic sail in our wind-saturated body is the privilege: Prosperity! Make-up, suddenly deliberate naivety between adult chirps Dreamland deception sets a fur trap! Anyone can be hit by an overbearing and light-hearted blow, yet the true Man is the one who is hurt! In the midst of everyday mother-daughter worries, the one who always looks at the future can think of the worries! He who hides, who does not breed usurers in a purposeful way from Life himself, whose unpaid debts remain!
          
         Child-mothers sin with incubator-angels for their inaction, dreading to recognize in the open gates of the Universe the consequences and blood offense if the acute, hot macho guy does not hide in bed with them for the first night of immortality and shame! How many angel deposits are made for them, their parents' sins are also properly repaid: heirs to ...

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    Massive circle article


          
         I tried everything! An emergency exit from this daredevil-barracks is rarely created for free-thinkers! The melancholy, sanda-smile of dictatorial wills roaring over our heads is handing out: a stadium, a plot, a church! Beaten, roaring roaring, even the verbal word of orphaned prophets for the Truth! Our well-founded misconceptions are not unfounded recently! In hazelnuts, deliberately shrunken brains, it is rare if you can still create a vigilant intellect!
          
         I see mass misery eagerly despised by sensations and fame; public funds also change the current owner under unclear circumstances! I was already overwhelmed with the hope that every day could only be better and more optimistic! Unemployment is contagious because guarding minds have yet to boldly report with swirling languages that they are totally fed up with the current standard of living! - Bribery is bec...

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    Purge


          
         When critics pierced my tar skull with pieces of ice drumming! Not a single missing shore could be reached without being so shipwrecked! Vermet-digging careerists threw killers and daggers, and the merit became caressing puppets because they could get an opportunity from Being to start something that had begun again! Anointed redeemers could not keep the Order, and the guarding prophets also slept and listened in silence instead of their Judgment words!
          
         Thick-necked and small-style stici pups were plowed in narrow mouse paths; to become unfaithful natives to demotion who is Man because to stay?! Boiling jampec squirrels and disco kittens are making their way up the donkey ladder of the fashion trend, while their hazelnut brains are getting narrower! Even the proud civis proves only by text and not by his deeds; insane, no-man's-house Aarnoks get the job firs...

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    Chaos in the Media


          
         As a false humanist, I deliberately denied the luxury of Being! I could not pertut with sin either, I could not make its insidious difference! It is called the Rooted Hermit Solitude and the daily etiquette-morality; I greet hesitantly between exhibitionist superficial superficialities; like an orphaned little commission kid! Unfortunately, I am more conspicuous than in the East, as I still advertise good manners among enduring partisan idiots and hordes of hands-on jerks!
          
         Who carries the burden of a World as free will on his shoulders in his bloodthirsty eyes depends on its Vulnerable Loyalty! "It's rarely a place if you can find it under glorified debris!" I can't be a consonant or a total dance, at most an existing, selfish cocoa and postmodern! In the rumbling noise of tabloid media, the self-promotion of preserved willows was just enough! ...

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    Luck or washing


          
         A valid domino principle is already fully valid in all cases! Good luck washing, all chirping taps are a good treat, a shaping that pushes each other into the back! The minute reputation of brilliance is never rushed by the fall of the Individual! It seems like a ten-minute, self-contained pall of a job interview repeated to the point of boredom! Dancer-comedian will hang your clown lace at an angle more easily if you know even the dog is not curious about his sensation! Who they like to see as an obsessive failure, a loser even from humanity - it could easily be that he wears every moral prime!
          
         You did not intentionally commit the retaliatory principal sin! The classic case of overinsurance only applies to him! There’s always just the smell of ammonia from the sharper scandal smelling in the infected V.I.P air! My little boy chatter would be taken down im...

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    Satire


          
         The exotic beauties of schools are also grouped into selfish, small-style sects! How many have already called themselves prostitute Virgins?! He coded helplessly on creeping street corners while longing for true Immortality! Léah taverna-pimps gather Judas swags, which are easily obtained with insidious intent; who will drive the industry to nausea sooner or later, and it will be too late for those who can be saved! You can get a slap in the face for a cheap overnight swing! The usury ushers, small-style house angels, preach with responding lap-jaws! "Even a calculated crazy crouching Shadows turn into a camphor with dreams of whistling!"
          
         The non-Golden Medium carries the shadow of swaying hangovers the next day! Light on the powdered faces of deaf people closes and the botox collagen starts to spawn; it can be lean consolation just for the risk...

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    Dun identification


          
         Because in all the insidious cases, it is a home-based canteen of soul-killing, mind-boggling, headache cats! Ordinary alcohol - s gossip clouds billowing at jaccudzi parties filling the court fools! The dog-flash game of dog comedies is followed by more and more popular fun! The vulnerable man is already prostituting himself! There is also a shadow over the virgin pubic gates of the Universe; diligent sex fleas fatten greedy greedy and insatiable elephants!
          
         Lurking-polite idle boys can always stay on the go! he jerks into an unspeakable deep stack who wakes up to a sobering daze without the love of Loyalty! Ordas-whimsical merriment-pleasures are combined with incredible creativity! - The legitimate V.I.P. sense of life is concreted into the public consciousness as an unbreakable shell! Appearance The shores of America are still moving further and further away ...

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    Spartan nipper


          
         The superstitious gaze of the Universe will flirt with you if you let it! They dig their flesh into your floating rubber flesh! Every immortal kiss refutes Reality! A rocking cradle stretched over uninterrupted depths swings; including a planned line of stations! Flower petals appear on the palm of your hand as a sure pledge of eternal Loyalty! Shivering squeezes the pulsating heart petals! The Silence walks zigzagging on the edge of the Infinite: the Death Consciousness pulls you deeper and deeper, wings-broken!
          
         The power of the Never Happened tears up our years! Even washing weights hang on the liberating Hope and you should learn to trust again! The shadows of the Past haunt you in your cells; your molecules are therefore zigzagging! As the crazy division of cells accelerated, Time accelerated! Today the Truth is still very cheap s the lie is astronomical! &q...

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    Swinging inposition

     


          
         There's nothing to start with the air drilling! He was an astonished idiot; he stood open and gnashing his teeth in a confetti shower of romantic foolish festive evenings! A tender tire might have liked a chubby, good-natured skull! There could have been no proactive shift for him; he would have settled for a friendly conversation - only the correctness of konok-dac hindered his attempts! Among naughty, curious smiles, it could be harder and harder to stop his hesitant knight's place!
          
         Guardian freedom - you know - is still more power! Creative culture has always been a reins in the eyes of highly valued committees! - You weren't looking for a insured loss! Many times it was just that! All rules of the game are precisely-known to either suicides or autists! Public Dangerous Truths are more likely to be fired, while the slouching machi...

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    Convicted of innocence


          
         The forgotten handshake is already embarrassingly serious; as the imprint of chalk-faced faces will you be an aggressor, or perhaps a conciliator who will redeem your loved ones?! Conscious fear runs through the rails of your laid soul! The effort to get there is everywhere! A family home may not be waiting for who really deserves it! Everyone stops near the top of their careers if there is no broker or protégé behind them! Confidence can also be gained with insufficient professional qualifications!
          
         What makes a man of shipwrecked spirits disappointing and wild is the prediction of jerk! Fashionable idiocy, which, like a good thing, sticks to the human character and leaves a pimple behind as a cold! - Chirping nymphs, flirting with prostitutes as flirting prostitutes, while having a solarium pass instead of a mind! Fallen prophets, as a rigid rule,...

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    Open word for uncovered faces


          
         In the ring of memories, there is silence bribed silently: Behind its soul barricade, his life is squeezed out like a juicy lemon every day, but even then it is not broken, and he holds his faith hard! He is a self-contained, selfishly locked prisoner, yet he is forced to look down on this shaggy, swampy attitude that the vast majority has now established! They are convicted daily in public hearings; the ridiculous role of judge and accused is all measured on him!
          
         You can't be a mortal and just be judged! He understood the bled pathos of human falls early on when he felt a lack of empathy! - Magnetic couscous loads are tested to attract soul-toxic Sisyphus; seven-test rocks, if pressed to the brim, not even the falling-star-eyes will cry. “Idiots disinfected with idiots are in vogue, while many are chasing the single-color rainbow for no purpose!
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    Clerk-book


          
         Is there anything moving in the redemptive descent? Discover the exfoliated tears on the retinal lines of broken eyes with compassionate regret! As the smaller beetles glide apart, a hesitant giant-foot tramples on them by chance! The given, idyllic anthill can hardly receive regular travelers and contemplatives back into its bustling community! In the gaping lap of depths - only they can know - undivided Dreams graze!
          
         The blood-boiling instinct-greed of visceral possession is only the exception! - From the micro-world below, where can murderous virtue be measured by certain methods? - The chattering company of loosely swinging golden boys and chirping kittens has never seduced; there, many people blamed emotional ammunition for luring exploited defenseless people and believing! Are the reports left to themselves simply because Someone always betrays them with w...

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    Dropped beast


          
         Accompanied by sorrow and danger, a seagull scream splits through the air with lightning speed! The silly mood of happy hearts was soon challenged; trapping, false promises! With the unstoppable temper of the sea waves, it swells and the slap of my chasms and all the petty old-fashioned blows, the blade-sharp criticism of the sword against another deliberate Judgment against My Humanity are growing in me! The suffocating Solitude is already decomposing in everyone; trusting hearts are revealed to you with traps!
          
         The wandering wanderer of split spaces: something constantly pursuing and encouraging, with my wandering destiny, deliberately confronting itself in the deserved dreams of the Universe! It breaks into pieces year after year, month after month My soul narrows boyishly and squeaks in its uncertain chasm; your gentle shock only a few researchers can’t...

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    Notes from a visitor


          
         It is becoming more and more difficult to desecrate and die; Every roast pigeon word adopted for the Word can only be left on cracked lips! A meaningful conversation is interrupted and an embarrassing silence begins with a raging one! He forces himself into evasions as if he were being raped by Honesty! - In well-washed Pilate hands, they land like cheap glue banknotes; bribery rates! The Truth itself became a nailed, leaking wound; bleeding constantly on its own! Confession, because you are forced to betray yourself more and more often!
          
         As a god, the conscience is shattered from within: "Why did you have to choose an easier, served path ?!" "Incomprehensible will binds you and shackles your mind so that you can act!" Silent wounds and yawning cries can remain just instead of selfless help! In tumbling bodies, the watch clings to the dull bea...

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    The childish cramps of the Spirit


          
         During ugly's swarm of cheap prostitutes, don't worry about crushing! Don't let anyone believe you peeed in fear! If every curse-memory and minute-man rushes, a thousand ghosts could throw lasso into your throat every day! Silence can hardly surround you anymore, because you could not come to terms with your Difference! Indifference is listening to you with its great petals! Sooner or later, the World will collapse again, and you will hardly hear the supplications of your wounded soul! Honest prophets are worried about freethinkers and the Sincere Prophets are turning into stray dogs! The chaos-silence of the stars hugs her upside down her bosom, the Nirvana-Nothing is still bleeding from the wounds of the earth!
          
         I notice the grin of Mayan-smiling, prostitute Angels: as Man sells himself for sale! The restless tranquility of your soul is a privilege ...

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    Alibi-motive


          
         Female Eden smiles sparkle toward my wounded Soul; in the depths of my purple heart, tamed monsters purr obediently! In the jungle of my dreams, I remember the superstitious play of mischievous eyes laughing at the subconscious night inside! His eyelashes fluttered gracefully like the wing-dance of night butterflies; the earthly, classic Beauty flew like a pillar! My empty evenings are buzzing around wasp stars! I never tore up the superstitious fruits of forbidden gardens, but I wanted to caress them kindly!
          
         I was attacked by jealous, flame-burning Cherubim who could only flirt overnight with the immortal crumbs of Happiness while wasting the treasures of the beautiful Universe! "Lions and tigers farm under our gardens, while deep-seated beasts are waiting for their prey!" How can we stay again Humans if in this Age of barbaric usa the idiot Stupidity...

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    Open word for uncovered faces


          
         In the ring of memories, there is silence bribed silently: Behind its soul barricade, his life is squeezed out like a juicy lemon every day, but even then it is not broken, and he holds his faith hard! He is a self-contained, selfishly locked prisoner, yet he is forced to look down on this shaggy, swampy attitude that the vast majority has now established! They are convicted daily in public hearings; the ridiculous role of judge and accused is all measured on him!
          
         You can't be a mortal and just be judged! He understood the bled pathos of human falls early on when he felt a lack of empathy! - Magnetic couscous loads are tested to attract soul-toxic Sisyphus; seven-test rocks, if pressed to the brim, not even the falling-star-eyes will cry. “Idiots disinfected with idiots are in vogue, while many are chasing the single-color rainbow for no purpose!
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    When


          
         The ruins of barges sunk in the Palace of True Pearls of Eyes perish; a narrow hedge leads through the ever-growing obstacles! Shouts shade the mysterious faces! We can’t know our friends or enemies have found us again! Its wings have been flashing for a long time with knives tightening our throats and toads in career building are sitting on a pile!
          
         The cryptography of temperament is also becoming more and more difficult to decipher for sure! Between two strands of tram rails waiting for the Death train to be constantly wounded! We can no longer immerse our new minutes in the hair of lovers, enriched in moments! Scratches are dropped like needle sticks on the forehead of the sky by a loner lightning! Preserves forgotten moves in a storm coat Trapped Shadow! The heartbeat of the Heart, thought to be a lover, gradually throws the last ones and can hardly tic...

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    Triple film frame


          
         All curiosity searching from the twinkling starlight lurks at you, motoz! Our bud-creating presence dialogue is not just about secret gazes! The exhilarating Moon has long since sent up its courting little stars! Wounded, selfish hearts should be universally attuned to the Ray of Love! In a startled soul, a freezing pain grips the heart; possible formula for tomorrow! - The blink Light has abandoned The ray of light for comets has long since moved and your inner unspeakable treasure world is poisoned by the presence of fools!
          
         You cannot escape the romance wing of desires; a new world should be put together from the inside! From within, your watch is consumed by vigilance as the power of the guards! Inheritance is immortal, your sweetheart chirps in a mischievous smile and yet you cannot be completely satisfied, because as an Odysseus you always want more! All th...

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    Confection-life


          
         Through the many multidisciplinary glasses of Time, I wear the footprints of cowardly, intentional runs, old wounds! In the silent darkness of my blood-branched eyes he still sees and gropes palpable spots, like one who has wolf blindness; the seductive romance of balsamic sunsets first fades and then burns into my soul degraded to shipwreck! Every beautiful compliment and fashionable bouquet has become a commonplace! Paid guides explain where they can get their feet better on logic study trails!
          
         It’s already going on a sleekmet vomit from the dazzling house of the many sizzling swear-and-talk screens! It’s as if brainwashed, culture-aborted beasts crave oxen from simple sentences longing for the word magic of cathedrals, while they can’t really understand simple magic words either! The gimmicks of kicked, dust-stricken kitty lives sink under p...

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    ​​​​​​​On the porches of the days




          
         I would have to cling to impenetrable, eternal lights as an eternally hopeful little child so that the many thorn-offs would not reach me! Addicted to snuggling up to Infinity and believing in the healing magic of roe deer, that there may be another way out! The hidden Existant casts light out of the fog and the fingertip blade gap of gladiolus hurts the cups of my heart! Many times his hooded mists close to Being, and the Well of Nothing demands more thirstily! As a volatile butterfly, joy sins with someone else! Shelter should already be found for the volatile moment!
          
         Fire-eyed cheap-soul chirping is the computing compromise! Falling stars are still running in the trajectory of my life, as a richly fertile stream, my crater tears immediately flood! I deliberately hide my smile to the Beloved who can still comfort me! - I feel like in the junk m...

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    Ghost-running


          
         Even a sharp-roaring cold can’t fall well; Your balls of true pearls will stick to the veins of your flaming face like a red apple and will smash and knock when they hit the ground! He would sniff high up, gasping for mountain air a little cleaner, preservable, like an asthmatic! Your confidence erupts in your wounded petal soul; your selfish life is nailed to a chair or table; you are starting to get used to it gradually: you can't be right either. They'll knock down your worn-out taxi clock!
          
         What a killing, lousy slap in Life! And maybe for "some" it's the leader, because that's all there is left! Holy indifference already envelops you as a restraining force! The Present is creeping and twisting with Angola! And everyone hides back into their own flesh when they humble themselves! Depth and Height are already nesting there in ev...

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    You frailty


          
         In the complex fullness of moments, even a hesitant step can tread on a butterfly carelessly! With a swirling, frightened rainbow wing marching richly into proud freedom! Hesitantly tumbling, the lonely silence can also hurt: the eye perseveres searching for punctuation engraved in a wall, while the claw rays of the accompanying moonlight appear on a ominous veil of nights! We also deliberately closed the proud sighs of our eloquent words to our hearings!
          
         In no man's land a wreath of thorns has been woven out of sorrow! Wounded resentment is more easily absorbed into the depths of the Spirit; the burden of accents can permeate every well-groomed, spicy sentence because it is throbbing and present, like a sick plague! As a child orphaned by ugly deeds: I am embarrassed with terrified eyes at the same time, and I do not know if you will be complimented by a me...

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    Anti Genesis


          
         Gaggling gaggles are bluffing, and they can imagine being immersed in screens in five-minute positions; they burst like imaginary greats with low IQ! They're shrewd! Navel peeps and self-appointed snowmobile self-propelled! “They maniacally print little-known relationships as they turn from sex lovers to consolations! The World puffing on stilts stands for hijackers of hope!
          
         The pumpkins of grandparents swim like yellow rotting fruit in the buzzing idiocy! S rhinoceros-brain gorillas boldly stab their fangs while it lasts a night of artificial seance! Only the suddenly attacked lizard millionaires and fake Predators still bask in the golden sands! For every other livelihood, an enduring creature is dying with its wind-lined wind cramps exploding daily into an arrogant phlegm-like!
          
         World-beaut...

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    Eccentrices


          
         Unlimited opportunities can only be given to exceptional selections: free-thinkers need border peripheries! Their vigilance is still evidenced! The greedy, bribed world is becoming a fake Sign! Today, blind luck escapes everyone who once spoke a word and deed! More determined Celebecies always live with a guessable suspicion lawsuit! Passwords inflated over the law are also reduced to stupid legal collections! You can hardly smoke tamed ghosts today! Palm-operated, solarium sofas definitely require satisfaction! - Could it be that his stay has not yet revealed the protein of his teeth and who could not have been deceived by false prophetic words ?!
          
         Who couldn’t legally sniff out a constantly festivaling, summer bankruptcy?! The squeaking of mice here is not yet a palace revolution! They practice silly cents for the graces of petty liars! The whole structur...

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    Guardian of the Canon


         
        A pre-dancer would be carved out of me in vain by the faded, sloppy World: a jerky cord! A flattered prophet and a witty eccentric, I would rather never bargain with his selfish laws if they sounded! Let the rebels breathe without me! In the open, many times I still feel bribed by my dreaded fear! As a startled little boy, I am already ashamed to go among the people who keep promising! As a disillusioned light, I would look for my prosperity, who if thrown out the door isn’t sure it will climb back out the window yet!
         
        The insidious eyeball of blindfolders flashes like a loot and strikes every second; double handshake often turns into strife when there is no Eris nearby! - I grope in the ambiguous obscurity as a stray dog and I have to beg for the pondros that have taken on human faces: "It would be good to gain experience and expertise as a friendly favor...

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    Sand grains of denial


          
         I know I should finally cling like restless grains of sand in the cracks of rocks, like a stream bustling in the thin veins of stones, like the esteemed promise of the Truths! In hurricane storms sweeping the seas, the defiant sailor, or like a True Pearl-sized tear on truly sincere faces! I still crouch wordlessly in rose petal hearts and I would wait anonymously for the right moments! I still don't know what this uncertain expelled Fate can want with me and can I still find the secrets of Happiness ?!
          
         As if in gravitational gravity alone I would fall; grabbing the two ends of Being, I pulled with me the ingrained shadows of my past! Many times I couldn't be good enough with petty Differences! Brown blinking dots smiled from laughing deer eyes and I imagined that; it can be found in Harmony! The walls of a selfish prison, I feel every day, lean inwards:...

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    Advice


         
        Volatile is the greatest thing in Life, whether it’s cigarette smoke or a three-day Universe kiss! Beating heart muscles ran out of mood; every beat is stuck and slow because this rusnya World has drowned in cocoa! The stunted petals of flowers are caressed by selfish prostitution! Our dry emotions die in the silences of symphonies! The only antidote to gigolines curling women is the current cultural defiance! Prove human indispensability with unwavering faith! Present, in gorilla-brain bodies and in the hazelnut brain of bikini fairies, the taoed extent has increased!
         
        The charm flirting with the gods would hardly affect anyone anymore! The "pig-headed lord" has become money again! "Whoever looks wolf-eyed at the monotonous fall must have been a little engaged to Death, and he has put an end to his own cowardice!" "As a man, he falls i...

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    Something starts!


         
        A single superstitious deer can fit an entire human life! A star shining like a glory in the darkness left alone! The humanity of moments pierces into enchanting gazes and argues with immortal Love! We see tiny swan ducks appear in the silent future, and certainty stretches between trembling lips: a talkative army of faces rushes through the tactile fabric of Time! Already all of them are bragging! It jeopardizes every request and every sequel! Falling always leads close to ourselves! Tons of heavy loads sit on our shoulders; our urgent years just don’t rest!
         
        The Memory will also be an endless, silent caravan if the given minute calls! Peeping, finite lines are rearranged into the Arc s with Time-intersecting folds! Everyone can be a child-adult again if they don’t know the rules of survival! Hurricanes of fate come together and always come back! The inv...

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    The childish cramps of the Spirit


         
        During ugly's swarm of cheap prostitutes, don't worry about crushing! Don't let anyone believe you peeed in fear! If every curse-memory and minute-man rushes, a thousand ghosts could throw lasso into your throat every day! Silence can hardly surround you anymore, because you could not come to terms with your Difference! Indifference is listening to you with its great petals! Sooner or later, the World will collapse again, and you will hardly hear the supplications of your wounded soul! Honest prophets are worried about freethinkers and the Sincere Prophets are turning into stray dogs! The chaos-silence of the stars hugs her upside down her bosom, the Nirvana-Nothing is still bleeding from the wounds of the earth!
         
        I notice the grin of Mayan-smiling, prostitute Angels: as Man sells himself for sale! The restless tranquility of your soul is a privilege and ...

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    On the porches of the days


         
        I would have to cling to impenetrable, eternal lights as an eternally hopeful little child so that the many thorn-offs would not reach me! Addicted to snuggling up to Infinity and believing in the healing magic of roe deer, that there may be another way out! The hidden Existant casts light out of the fog and the fingertip blade gap of gladiolus hurts the cups of my heart! Many times his hooded mists close to Being, and the Well of Nothing demands more thirstily! As a volatile butterfly, joy sins with someone else! Shelter should already be found for the volatile moment!
         
        Fire-eyed cheap-soul chirping is the computing compromise! Falling stars are still running in the trajectory of my life, as a richly fertile stream, my crater tears immediately flood! I deliberately hide my smile to the Beloved who can still comfort me! - I feel like in the junk market of emotions, l...

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    Night of Time


         
        The Infinite cries, moans, hurts in me; there can be all suffering because the Present is pregnant with eternity! The Flame also believes in pain when it is in labor! How will the fate of the Individual continue to develop in the desolate mischief of the Komos in the expelled space ?! - A junk camp of grim illusions is fighting over our heads! It is devoured because we feel the behemoth in all their members at night! The career desire of the blinding Celeb-Beauties seems to be grasped in this present age, and any collagenized peony can be a presenter!
         
        The Indifference described to boredom and the sponge-like jerk in human heads became complete; the unrecognizable will-gates closed and the Night was complete! The tomb of Orpheus is dead in Time, and the tiny soul of the Universe can no longer cross the human ocean! Scattered Pile of Ruins In time, human benevolence a...

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    Constant feeling of lack


     
    Am I a stranger everywhere?
    Will he deport empathy-grace, adoptive Mercy?!
    Like suicidal, suggestive voices, hibernation
    anxiety sneaks through the Spirit keyhole!
    Tense, I should still hope for a miracle so that
    I can still run bravely in front of high-speed trains!
    I no longer dare to believe Edited Promises;
    the cold of soaked loneliness drips through me
    as its handcuff balls curve to infect my heart!
     
    With stifled anger, I should not expose myself to puffy temper!
    - In vain do others admit that I should enjoy Life:
    I cling to the world of rules and rhubarb rituals so that
    I can be at home! Suspicion is already riding in the minds of everyone!
    "I'll be silent in the rain if I want you to leave me alone!"
    Tears swaying on the guitars of guitars!
    "Now a damp dark cling to the wrapped envelopes of the Spirit!"
    Only...

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    Blurred future


     
    Where will you hide if the iron hands of raging gorillas get stuck
    in grabs and you break out of this time forever
    because there will be no one next to you?!
    What kind of Soul pulsation, lost drum can drift anyway?
    Which of your face shadows is soaking in the water of haunting nights?
    Are you constantly terrified that the danger is
    complimenting you in your uncertain world?!
    "There's no ringing in the firewall of hell for the eternal losers!"
    Your body orbits in a dream bay like a mutilated planetary continent,
    and when the spikes of insidious thorn bushes pinch, even the Angels laugh!
     
    You know, a calculated moment of loss can surround you at any moment
    and devour your wounded Soul!
    You should look for your Underground Sun
    radiating within you even more boldly!
    The unreal in the Present amazes you!
    Ever since I feared the Cassandr...

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    Between fag end

    There is a way that I would not escape this now begging Loneliness; I would hide myself in a cell grid! I could also become invisible to the alert self! I think I am skeptical then! My Instincts Whistle Ideas Whisper in My Soul I'm still flying into the glowing plume of a flaming sun in the wake of Icarus! Who can give me the strength to be able to deal with the depths of the gap of my daily worries more boldly! Confidence is hesitant, while I only study with apostate reservations!
     
    I watch the dying glass balls dying in the dewy, factory-smelling mornings; the light, dripping light powder dusts with lust! With squeaky batting, the curious butterfly flies into flames! Pessimism digests everything! He is waking himself up and constantly scattering - that is why he can still be alive - the gaping tomb of Death Gaps! - The haunting Moon brazenly points to a yellowed, lower half! When the seemingly Time also shatters into your present; the Redeeming Peace would u...

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    Falling return


     
    Perhaps the always Faithful Mirror has already become a Traitor;
    the structure of movements and
    faces does not show only the essence struck by the stamp!
    We cross the stage and bravely defy danger on board decaying boards!
    Secrets are still hidden in the degree of surprise minutes
    and waiting for suitable eruptions!
    It is the deserving shadow of happiness that is happening in us!
    - The smile-tear clown bathes his face in a silent moon mirror!
    "Indifferent and idiot-producing phlegmatism greets you!"
     
    The disgust of our selfish concealment can easily settle on others;
    to the smell of our prey overwhelmed by success-seeking breakers;
    how long does the silly age of hungarians go on?!
    Prophets would already flee Nineveh
    because their bribed mission had become angry!
    Prostitute Angels like killing knives,
    spoiled knife-spoons and broken ref...

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    Escape probes



    You wear a tailor-made shadow jacket and you frighten the days of the living with your silent footsteps! Your twilight wounds as insidious stigmas;
    they burn first and then they get drunk in you until the brain!
    In addition to all the prickly criticism, a blade or eyeball knife that
    can inflict incurable wounds and your selfish hurt may have lasted a lifetime!
    The shivering of street lamps in the alley can push alone,
    cellular light into your room!
    As a silent language of anger,
    you are wasting your wasted time
    on your gainable happiness!

    You collide with yourself every day and you get out of everyone!
    Suffering crocodile-teared chubby faces are your only sincere confession;
    teasing the words teasingly on the strings
    of your soul like fake cards!
    Staring at your tap, you beat the monotony
    of your clicking clocks in your throbbing veins!

    The pen-pap...

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    Dirty rhapsody


     
    How much easier it would have been without
    the memory of the humiliated gymnastics,
    which, with the whipping of executioner ropes,
    haunted new targets every day with fear of death;
    only a few could understand the Truth of
    the present out of blood-soaked eyes!
    All human Judgments and murders could be
    measured against these only then;
    finally, every insidious glance was already
    a murderous thorn in our vulnerable hearts
    and we sobbed doomed to lonely orphanage like alamus,
    pathetic worms while we looked down
    at our own soul wells, gathering courage!
     
    We could hardly hear that any of us had
    committed suicide because they could not
    bear the stigma-wounding evils of their bachelors!
    The writing campaigns also started with Executioner jokes!
    In a treadmill world, magnified evil also seems bigger, scarier!
    Dirty-smiled male pillars...

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    Incendiarism


     
    An intrusive suspicion lurks from within, watch no adventure!
    My handcuffing Being still tied to the detainee,
    escaping nothingness, the loss will unfold in a conscious euphoria,
    because I really wanted to believe in true promises
    that were proved again only in their lies!
    The unstoppable threat is already ubiquitous;
    red knife shards dazzled in the face of a scorching sunset!
    Even the working Cosmos seems to revolve around
    itself merely for deliberately forgetting Man!
    The pedal of my line should be turned into turbo speed,
    and six while I have the strength and holy Will!
     
    Something could have grabbed me and now I am missing it; voluntarily,
    I fall faster into the cavity-bottom of undermining pits,
    for I cannot know who can still hold my hesitant hand
    to pass through the fierce congregation of great,
    success-besieging great fish?
    And if ...

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    Borders-briber


     
    We are already stumbling more and
    more crustly into the idle Infinity,
    and we are rooted in a wooded mood;
    the vulnerable Soul is damaged anyway
    and the Will-pulled bodies eventually give up anyway!
    Distorting ratios are not dwarfed - but they increase by division!
    The dream of everything is a silent wilderness!
    It’s hard to cling to the forgiving power of chance,
    just like a smile close to a ditch!
    The Vacuum still exists in sheer space,
    even though there is no one to capture or fill it!
    There is always just a kind of alarming,
    internally warning selfishness!
     
    It is becoming more and more difficult to look wolfishly
    and flirt with sincere Truth;
    the usual, homely Death is staring at us!
    Fear s Pain beats as expelled; the murderous silence
    devours our loneliness and the fact excites us
    that we can't get any closer ...

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    When Time vomits


     
    How ungodly is this land that wildly Hyena's
    footprint Angel can barely enter?!
    The inner soul-night falls to ashes,
    the pain sizzling into your soul screams!
    Because the moment thickens to an explosion;
    every barren Face is another cunning mirror from
    which we can fall out of our dreams!
    Those who can guess the plague of
    the Jackal of others can be fooled to run!
    Teasing the columns of light,
    the pathetic Giants of Indifference spit on the Present!
    Cosmos-space homestead in broken hearts as the only guest!
     
    The one who sets out on the essential path behind mirrors wanders
    with a cherub face to see what really matters!
    - The breath of unavoidable questions obscures you!
    - Maybe Love is a hand grenade?!
    The nuclei of the Universe unite in volcanic eruptions
    in superstitious moments!
    The tunnel is torn through the moonligh...

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    Wraith


    In the interactions between the human body,
    as he is mesmerized by a smile of Heaven,
    his eyes stray as flirtatious Angels stared at Jacob's ladder!
    You have to move from hardship to hovering
    and you don't feel that everything has happened in vain!
    Eyes superstitious with respect to
    the weight of the earthly Eden are bound,
    and the refuge — apart from the Universe — is all uncertain!
    The psychological fire of attraction pulls
    our wounded souls back into the Present!
    "There can be no shadow of impending Death, only fear!"
     
    The enchanting rainbow of eyes can only be
    blinded in faithfulness in love!
    In the depths of dusk, how does a Star of Bethlehem guide us?!
    - What is left of your fatty breast milk on urgent request?
    You would eagerly suck the life-giving kisses of Being that
    has bound itself to you with its love!
    A...

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    Sometimes


     
    A Star stares at me with a shiver-ruthless!
    A sticky, swampy light leaked from the wall of my room;
    have the orphaned Gods been extinct with the survivors?!
    - True pearls squeak in my eyes; it would have been better
    to lock my cherished Spirit treasures in a shell of nuts or shells!
    I feel that I have definitely been left to myself,
    as the laws of learning survival are
    not always guaranteed by the experience gained!

    The wasted Time clicks faster and faster
    on the yarns of Being; the earth dances the same way!
    I was frightened by the awake little child:
    I had to forget something that had happened to go,
    to sink it, to be healthier and more confident,
    and in every small part I should not have had to constantly
    carry the burdens of my past Sisyphus-trying glaze!
     
    I hardly could have been another Man:
    yet the promise of another man ca...

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    Petal-sealed heart  


     
    Do you deliberately humble yourself in front of others
    as measured by a swing-backed hedgehog?!
    Why do you have to put up with banging,
    no-man's-headed skulls kicking into you in a puffy puff?!
    All pity and understanding compassion have been squeezed out of treacherous hearts!
    The heroic Souls, who are already dead but testify while alive, nod to you.
    A crowd of obstacle-packs stacking dams shouts after you,
    why can’t you be a pathetic unfortunate who can't stand rehearsals because
    you are angry at the clever exhortation?!
     
    Konok would even boldly speak the honest Word between your lips;
    torn promises run round and round in bloody bargains!
    You are deliberately entering as the last starter for the morning relay race!
    Wailing wandering your faith waves a wave of sea waves!
    In the clouds, a wave-white seagull screamed hoarsely screaming!
    Th...

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    Uninhabitable Was be


     
    Looking into the stack well of your conscience,
    you can see exactly the dark piles of your thirst!
    Stars upstairs shop with silver Irish hopes with you Light!
    You should confidently rely on your instincts for a network
    of secret intuitions that always whispers the Truth and accepts the Honest!
    The body is timidly torn from its self-esteem,
    and the melancholy soul bell is forever in its unceasing hammering petals between its cages!
    The veil of distances will fall if the gestures of the faces close
    - if the words become false s
    Promises yourself can easily fall out of yourself!
     
    The ruthless Time throws you into the deep to measure you more boldly!
    And you still don't know who the One-Someone will be waiting for behind you?!
    - Even the fertile silence is crowded with silence;
    with its content it mentally invigorates your lurking values,
    but it also s...

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    The symmetry of Nothing


     
    Like a trembling bouquet of flames, leaning on the edge
    of Nothing trembles at wise,
    knowable facts!
    I try the cunning plans of my imagined death like desperate suicides!
    In my soul, an unspeakable horror and ingrained Fear of Death strains,
    and the unrepeatable desire of the Universe cuts into me
    like suddenly hooked lightning teeth:
    "You should not be destroyed yet!"
    - If one is still breathing and counting Being may be eternal!
    The monolith remains even as the tale has shaped itself!
     
    The essential Infinite spirit energies are in wandering order
    and become one with their external influences;
    perhaps two opposing effects could still
    give birth to the solid essence!
    It is always surrounded by the dizziness of Nothing;
    there is a harmonious symmetry in it: True s
    False as Being s the recurring Deficiency!
    - The change sho...

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    Mole-light



    Listening is still ticking, but he would confess
    his throbbing memories of the Unstoppable Heart if he could speak!
    In a rotting pot, the leaves of the blood that are damaging
    to the soles burn with petal flame!
    Arterial muscles quarrel with mischievous blood vessels;
    the stressful Nervousness orders with a squeaky heart attack alert!
    A cracked envelope rages frantically in a haunting ominous night!
    An exclamation voice sobbes in me as many times as I can;
    I lived in anxiety between my shackled body walls;
    in a turbulent world I should still be consciously alive
    to see the flames of eternal Friendship in cometary rose souls! -

    A prisoner with a winged voice would often be released
    from the prison of my rebellious chest!
    "My darling's immortal gaze is drifting beside me!"
    The nightmarish melancholy light of moons is
    marching more and more unpr...

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    Blurred future


         
        Where will you hide if the iron hands of raging gorillas get stuck in grabs and you break out of this time forever because there will be no one next to you ?! What kind of Soul pulsation, lost drum can drift anyway? Which of your face shadows is soaking in the water of haunting nights? Are you constantly terrified that the danger is complimenting you in your uncertain world ?! "There's no ringing in the firewall of hell for the eternal losers!" Your body orbits in a dream bay like a mutilated planetary continent, and when the spikes of insidious thorn bushes pinch, even the Angels laugh!
         
        You know, a calculated moment of loss can surround you at any moment and devour your wounded Soul! You should look for your Underground Sun radiating within you even more boldly! The unreal in the Present amazes you! Ever since I feared the Cassandras-Report; you can&#...

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    I'm telling myself


         
        Broken coconut squeaking milk on the sand; softly embraces the cool lover! The contemplative looks into distant waves like shards of memory! The deserted shores are waking up. The undulating chapters of tadpoles are starting to breathe! These intricate beings flow and return according to their completed plan! There are still thousands of image-memories floating in our brains, the memory full of flowing motion of thought; distant ideas can fade into glittering gems, but more importantly hand in hand - the romance of sunsets!
         
        He easily slams into the lust-shirt of loves, but isn’t the sincerity of Loyalty a sackcloth ?! We mutter the exaggerated Word of Confession in front of ourselves, while we hide the circle symbols of Love in the sand and let the cultivated Order disintegrate into ourselves! His shimmering wide model of the Universes will happily lick our bo...

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    Alchemy of the soul


         
        A self-grinding thought of a hesitant train at night; only the Heart can guess the eternal secrets! He clings to the infinite desire of the Universe in hopes of kissing, and the desire for a sparkling phenomenon dissipates in the sadness of Finality! We are full of Eternity and as a pure contradiction we lie to ourselves! The blade edge of Kanganó Time boldly cuts off its possibilities for aspirants, and in the crossfires of lost gazes you will find the only precious Treasure hard to find!
         
        Even so, our existence is a flutter of fire, a creation of fire-flame; we want to rise and rescue from the ground with will! In extended tranquility, it would be so good to relax even to slip into endless seas! I would accustom my heart to joy if I still had, and if my friends, who believed me eternal, could stay by my side in my difficult times! On the collapsing wall of B...

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    Everything has changed


         
        Everything is flowing as a stream! And I feel that in every lasting moment, all the details are still back! I would seek refuge to still retain the shaky ground of my self-confidence to find two pairs of Angelic eyes on this earth! You can also find the only one, the True One, if jingling pennies with content cannot fall into ruin! Dust and ash stick to my hand only; it is now the line of cleaning in my attic!
         
        If I could, I would be bolder to close this current scapegoat Time! I would hide from my curious eyes my destiny, my pain, which may be experiencing me in a form that hides a hundred, and I am still guarding it! "In my smiling faces, I can hardly rest any more!" The flower fragments of my tears wound again; his shadow films are spun by the Hyenas-World: copied, brainwashed embryos are already alive everywhere, the age of sincere emotions of Loyalty i...

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    Silence-Mountains


         
        The pounding rhythm of your heart locks like a lattice into your selfish infarction prison! Heavy, killer dagger icicles are loaded on you! And you swing in vain in the wilderness, dancing rope on a single movable trapezoidal thread; Fear pumps blood pounding into your heart and you can't break out of yourself! Your heart, which felt the gates of secrets, had opened it many times, yet you could not be completely free in your inner infinity throbbing with someone's rhythms if you had already made me a traitor because you were selfish and cowardly to yourself that you tried to love!
         
        The balsamic midnight bell is constantly rattling; you could get rid of the hundred-year-old Loneliness while your vulnerable soul is destroyed daily in the devastating Nirvana Hall! The pitch-darkness tears at you like a barren dump and you feel suffocating! I feel like I lost my ...

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    No-Time


         
        When Can Bird Whistle Finally Become Silence? Peace redeemed forever from universe kisses ?! Our mundane words tick like bombs only in human hearts and teary-eyed stars serve to protect instincts! Crazy in the meadows of bone fields, ku has lost his entire life, and you can never find the solutions to survival again! V.I.P. night drowned in bubble night; the slow destruction of themselves was signaled by the timed hell machine! Fragmented, the sight glasses were broken; the Present is bent on its glass tiles! Instead of a multitude of friendly faces of people, yawning skulls greeted the homesick everywhere!
         
        - Our weary fears also sin against us in this way; in the cool masks of faces we often get lost if we can’t see the differences! In the shadow of our silence, we know nothing but we are fleeing! By law, Being rips out your Dreams of Silence; a line of falli...

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    Uncertainty


         
        If I were to gather my courage I would gladly be comforted among the rose petals of my lips; the cherished Universe, as a kind, caring Mother, would extend her sacrificial arms for me and comfort her with her kisses! Our wonderful words would wander into our eyes in the tunnels of secret telepathies; phenomenally laughing stars! "I know I'm still strangely ridiculous today, and yet the eccentric inertia of men in love as men in love;" I would protect myself from self-damaging disappointments and yet cling to the tropical atmosphere of love tendrils!
         
        In the selfish depths of my childish soul, patience is wasting patience! Thinned hugs revolve around Procrustean beds, like notched knives! Disturbed innermost compulsion is chasing me to confess with open mouths of surprise to many who thought they were not even known! "Pebbles of stars stared into th...

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    Passing cradle


         
        Pass-wise rock, since My shipwreck is linear; like a sprained, bald string of numbers!
         
        Dozens of childish playfulness clings to me because I assume Peter Pan syndromes rather than absolute strict adulthood! The petty warts of wild times burn in my body, immortal Universe would be given by all my words of compliment; it is still intolerable that we will also exchange our principles as used underwear! "Misfortunes approach me with determination!" The official indifference binds its negotiated, alamous alliances with Nothing, and the reserve pleasures already lack all the absolute Promises of Goodness! "I have a lot of useless promises and Van Gogh's ears cut!"
         
        Scandal if weeds and those fighting with themselves are already pathetically ridiculous! Man's transition between an animal&...

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    Notes from a visitor


         
        It is becoming more and more difficult to desecrate and die; Every roast pigeon word adopted for the Word can only be left on cracked lips! A meaningful conversation is interrupted and an embarrassing silence begins with a raging one! He forces himself into evasions as if he were being raped by Honesty! - In well-washed Pilate hands, they land like cheap glue banknotes; bribery rates! The Truth itself became a nailed, leaking wound; bleeding constantly on its own! Confession, because you are forced to betray yourself more and more often!
         
        As a god, the conscience is shattered from within: "Why did you have to choose an easier, served path ?!" "Incomprehensible will binds you and shackles your mind so that you can act!" Silent wounds and yawning cries can remain just instead of selfless help! In tumbling bodies, the watch clings to the dull beat of...

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    Ruptcy proceedings


         
        Anyone who has become a caress and has satiated for many years now looks down on his luxury citadel: self-tanning, solarium kittens can already easily lose their basic colors! The dreamy lifestyle and the stylish jaccudzi fall apart into its parts! The prostitution of Being a prostitute can no longer be traced; even at events, a stone-rich snarling shell can be witnessed by those staring at the screen! Distinguished, twinkling accomplice-masonry smiles at wedding moments; one is barely twenty-two, while the other is already seventy-five! Between two hot quarrels, a giggling, grinning charm-grin! Prolonged myocardial fever, near infarction after promising!
         
        They embrace each other like the newly initiated, while in the depths of their souls a superficial blush breaks their superstitious petals! The price of any phenomenal glow is real Betrayal! Why whirl if someone lo...

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    The Pagoda of Peace


         
        On the branch of Time our hearts tremble many times and then fall back; our proud destiny holds down like the roaring flames of stray comets! We will be dusted as the eternal part of the Universe! The Tree of Life may still survive in this way; trembling above a twisting price insecure We carve the gallows of our existence if bitterness settles on our eyes! You are an amphibian and many times stateless! Neither in redemptive serenity nor on an Odyssey trip can you find peace until you get to know the One-One who truly loves you!
         
        Well, as a diver, you often ponder the sins of your selfish hatred! You leave me foolishly guilty, let the eternal, found moment come on while you accuse yourself of stupidity: you would already need a sure point of rest so that you can gain not only crying self-confidence, but also karakan courage! You would call the eternal Beloved; a pers...

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    Schakled Ego


         
        I look up and the bored blue sky still messes with sooty clouds; appointments for true pearl tears! My imagination can hardly joke these days: y has become the era of brainwashed, grinning idiots! Like in an hourglass, the precious grains of man’s desire to go beyond himself to trample on others immediately! Will the chain of eternal Friendships remain a dream ?!
        Wind-shattered crackling rags break into your face; damn wrinkles, and you can do nothing more to understand the rules of survival!
         
        You are falling uncontrollably into the deep stack you have dug for yourself, where you are greeted by a gaping darkness, and maybe no one is bothering you! There is no one who is humbled by evil criticism at the same time; your heart also sinks every day, as if a candlelight swaying in a crystal mirror is swinging and you can't find a way ou...

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    Not-World


         
        This is how we march towards the Center of Invisible Essences; we scan the rays of our eyes round and round after the compromising Love while our hesitant footsteps are quiet. Frightened by the dark roads of the underworld, the living child is immediately within us; would hear the muted pulsation of perforated pocket watches in the dream Dear if you could have found us! Perhaps you can still look boldly into stellar gazes and confess your sincere emotions!
         
        The Desire to cherish the cherishing illusion of sunshine is still firmly stuck in the illuminating lamp of the mind! Eternal renunciation can keep everyone afloat - yet it sinks into preserved Indifference! When can the twinkling lights of accepting understanding through the hazelnut gaps of scarce human brains get Heureka deeds again ?! - The devourer of bridal virgins insidiously seduces whitewashed tooth-citru...

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    On the porches of the days


         
        I would have to cling to impenetrable, eternal lights as an eternally hopeful little child so that the many thorn-offs would not reach me! Addicted to snuggling up to Infinity and believing in the healing magic of roe deer, that there may be another way out! The hidden Existant casts light out of the fog and the fingertip blade gap of gladiolus hurts the cups of my heart! Many times his hooded mists close to Being, and the Well of Nothing demands more thirstily! As a volatile butterfly, joy sins with someone else! Shelter should already be found for the volatile moment!
         
        Fire-eyed cheap-soul chirping is the computing compromise! Falling stars are still running in the trajectory of my life, as a richly fertile stream, my crater tears immediately flood! I deliberately hide my smile to the Beloved who can still comfort me! - I feel like in the junk market of emotions, l...

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    Inward migrations


         
        Deep in my soul is a deep, falling cavity; I have piled up my understood memories: an Angel, the minutes of the Universe, the faithful promise of kisses! My thoughtful Rodin forehead is full of scratches! The half-truth of the True Beads wasted behind my eyelids is lingering! The Present also disappears my person as a coward as a silent curse! In human hearts, in the depths of nipple-staring star gazes, it is rare for a shipwrecked footprint to remain!
         
        I pursue in search of eternal non-arrival! Asphalt sea road ripples to the rhythm of my steps! Behind my face it would be so good to get to know the other one too! Waves of vortices rupture, pull you down into the deep! They run through the channels of invisible veins, I am even enriched by the emotions that have happened to others! - Like the rock! I fall towards the captivity of yawning depths!
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    Horror-vision


         
        The Night will lay you down with your heart attack! You stretch with hibernation in the soft, receptive darkness; in vain the fibrillating heart sways! Space-indifferent ice-cold shower-pull swings and welcomes into the abyss! Silently-anonymous Universe listens to the unexpected beats of your heartbeat; you know that you will always be indebted to Being! In vain does destruction bite you like cheap worm offspring - the trembling seismograph nerves are still clinging to the Colombian eggs of exploratory cultures! The puffy syrupy formula of your corpse crumbling through your pregnant nightmares!
         
        You know, the Dream is the sister of your selfish Death in every count of cases - your vibrating, dull fear of death closes you in the evening! Lay down your lack of self-confidence in silence; you stretched out in rocking angelic arms as your Flame of Being ignited the last...

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    Shed-meeting


         
        I fragment daily into massive piles of stone; my body will perish on its own, it will be destroyed: a captive human nuance! Much more of a mood than a redeeming daze! Maybe I can exist falsely because I tried to stay Human ?! I carry heavy memories among myself among the falls of hope! Exhausted numbness will dominate every missed kiss! My dreams have been marred by the afflicted cleanser of Being! Young ladies who are tempted to give birth with new promises often do not even think about their long-term future! An eternity over my head is always by the time the dill of billions of light bulbs burn out; alone a black downpour begins and tears the gutter with tears!
         
        My hesitant sweating hand would awkwardly search the other half of his life; in vain! For a cheap reputation, anyone is brave enough to break and trample right away! Who is listening to my excited heartbea...

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    Resumé


         
        Your clattering heart stands like a tower clock; your heart beats like a bouquet of roses for others! You fade yourself into the tempting moment if you can’t take care of yourself anymore! In the morning, you sip the drunken sediment of ash-flavored coffees so you can safely return from the land of hibernators! You can’t even understand yourself: a sudden force is pulling inward, maybe it’s hardly communicable anymore!
        You can still try to move from the chambers of forgetful yesterday to the overcrowded everyday! With a panting rush, you can hardly move yourself on the spiral trajectory that has been pushing you away from the funnel edge of the chasms designated for you, you are forced to look wolf-eyed away until you become more distant and more disbelieving!
         
        Every lived pile of visions can break into you in heavy debris,...

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    Safe consolation


         
        Who can rock a dream of falling snow like feathers - you can still be happy! On my face, ice flakes also produce frozen tears! The executioner sifts his threshing densely in the executioner's snow; I feel wherever I could turn sinking into a chasm beneath the shaky ground below me! A sharp mischievous otter from behind snowflake-laces fires your eyes at me because you squeeze me hard so you can feel immortal - you’ll never let go!
         
        The destructive distance between you and your needle-swan swan is growing! On my throbbing lashes, roaring icicles pierce my soul-seeing soul! The killer snow will melt and slowly buried! I would wrap your fragile petal body in a quilt so as not to catch a cold to comfort me among my fate-bitter blunders! Your budding rosebud lips softly search the secrets of my shipwrecked chubby body; your tempered gaze to my face is wolf-eyed ...

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    Incendiarism


         
        An intrusive suspicion lurks from within, watch no adventure! My handcuffing Being still tied to the detainee, escaping nothingness, the loss will unfold in a conscious euphoria, because I really wanted to believe in true promises that were proved again only in their lies! The unstoppable threat is already ubiquitous; red knife shards dazzled in the face of a scorching sunset!
        Even the working Cosmos seems to revolve around itself merely for deliberately forgetting Man! The pedal of my line should be turned into turbo speed, and six while I have the strength and holy Will!
         
        Something could have grabbed me and now I am missing it; voluntarily, I fall faster into the cavity-bottom of undermining pits, for I cannot know who can still hold my hesitant hand to pass through the fierce congregation of great, success-besieging great fish? And if the...

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    Depth cries into depths!


         
        My Universe is shaken by falling stars! In a pitch-dark night, I would still hold the tearing sky with a will to urinate; pathetic son of Atlas among the more steadfast! The sickly-yellow Moon, like the mgposhadt apple, terrifies among skeletal trees and descends into the pool of blood of the fainted Sun at every whim! The sonnet wreath of single-serviced sun-scented smiles is further multiplied by the selfishness of Memory and pleasures that shines on the faces of mothers when they feel the jingling beats of the other precious, angelic existence!
         
        The stars shining on the light carousel orbit in an X-ray; the sun is always on fire! "He who doesn't wait for an answer on the donkey ladder of Being even shrinks!" Every memory is a deceptive dream! The constantly renewing responsibility drives us into a drifting dizziness: the intention of improving people...

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    Intrusive annihilation


         
        Tomorrow is weakly pushing into the present! The soot that lived in me is swirling more and more densely; my last hour may seem like a slow motion replay if the finished Death knocks over my head! I could see the invisible stardust as a rich love and now we barely meet! Even in my gloomy truncated dreams, more and more omens are threatening to survive: Doubt burns in me like a wildfire! The crater tank of my eye is constantly being refilled with the justice-distributing tears of dew! With a shocked crust, I am forced to notice: What has Man become ?!
         
        Is it still worth flirting with Death if you clung to Existence in all your gut? For the time being, my tired eyes close for the night and this is when I try Nothing while listening to the sounds of my body! Like an empty, lime-white shell, the Infinite Space seems to spread out in front of me: the Once-Former Sea! Inte...

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    Sketch-fixing


         
        Three-quarters past six! Im expelled from the redemptive eden of the dream, because the sobering, dawn robot must begin: mechanical action! Your visions will force you back into your half-hibernated waking dreams! Your clothes are patiently waiting to be pounded and chased into the pounding drum of your washing machine; your body is suddenly saturated with expired consciousness: The Sun began without you!
        You would keep waiting for his word to see if you can still hear it, but the outside world is listening outside and hardly answering! In the universe of your skull, the Moon Stars are dizzy before morning coffee; deepening cavities for a smoother future! Wordlessly shade around you the shadows of your ruined possibilities, what couldn’t you grasp?
         
        Many times you sniff yourself more because the insidious lie contained in the uttered s...

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    Summoning the Universe


        The petal waves of dawn gently wrap around the Goddess sketch of your budding body. The bronze-brown arch of your fragile dove shoulders, like a bow-string trained at rest, stretches gently first and then balances halfway between the Universe and Immortal Transcendence! Shining brightly like a Star in your petal face, your fiery Gioconda's eyes glow, constantly conveying with faintly hidden secret smiles, "How much I love you!"
         
        In the crystal pots of mirrors there shines the truth of your pearls: the essence of your smiling tears! You’re not smashing your precious diamond treasures because you were sad, but because you feel the irreversible future deep in your banging bell-heart! The passing will be able to enter between us in a perilous time and the wind of Death will hiss in our cracking bones!
         
        Even on our flaming face...

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    Imaginary vision


         
        We are looking for new celebrity Adam and Eve every day; no one doubts the guarantees of barely fame anymore and the jobs they get easily that are filled early! This way you can soon get into the top smiling idiot-trainers who sold themselves! They raise exemplary stunt cathedrals out of self-righteous swearing! You can see watercolor-petaled flowers in your beating heart while barely listening to the words of your redeeming love! Blood-red wounds dried senselessly on your forehead: your handshakes, if any, were immediately bribed and betrayed!
         
        Every day he already encounters himself with the fire of those who would most like to hide from gaze; life offers its bribed, lying cedar dreams and it matters whether they have ever been loved for themselves! Outside, our self-possessed Narcissus obsessives pull themselves to a gallows every day when they answer valuable que...

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    Atlantis, immersed in ourselves


         
        Our fallen footsteps are hesitant! He is always behind us and can hardly find the eternal no-arrival! Judgment also sounds honest in your language, because whoever could learn to walk once will break his leg with insidious intent! The fall of knocking True Beads nails to the landscape while the pitfalls pull towards the depths of spiral swirls!
        Invisible scratches hurt my budding, exploring eyes: invisible veins of fidelity! Bruising in the incised sinus! The moon's eyes are also a flashing yellow ulcer!
         
        Brutally tearing proud, poisonous precious artificial nails on this earthly night from butterflies to a swinging fairy! In a single spasm, the body trembles naturally! "That's how our unfolded lives bleed by punching ourselves!" Our feet hesitate to stand on the truthful pieces of our broken facial stumps! We should still ...

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    Career slavery


         
        Every movement you find is already lying! Most words of Faithfulness are shattered back to self-betraying souls! And you don't even have to think about the heart with the music of the beats - when everything is spitting in your face! The formula for eternal distancing is built in the soul, but at least it controls! Only the lost Man cannot get rid of the determined stubbornness of goals! It guards me vulnerable like blindness to some disembodied stubborn duplicity! When you think your juice-tormenting problems aren’t present maybe just the most contagious!
         
        Dark rooms with deep sounds words recurring distances! Many times volunteer career has been articulated! Confidence-lost simlis sniffers bathe in thin back-face styles while you get crowded, bark, fall! In yourself, you may be doomed if you know about yourself; it can turn everything back in you! No more...

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    Interrogation of transitions


         
        I need transitions and stagnation, even if the "you're afraid!" Can make you more tormented every day. It’s as if something weird is happening to me in a call for challenges: an instinct duel is then taking place as a dance of tingling molecules in self-exclusion! From the Time we always leave in a row behind us, a consecrated moment of Being emerges: the lasting fullness of fragments! Maybe then if I downplay myself as a breaker petting me, I might get what I missed in my pathetic life; celebrating my lies will only come to life then really really!
         
        My constantly dreaded, strained nerves dipped in gunpowder would escape exploding sparks: as if chewing and crusting inside at once: Pain or a tolerated stigma wound! - There is a deliberate death jump in brain-washed brain cells in this Age; a self-proclaimed, meaningless daredevil five-minute-man-ma...

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    Scattering dawns


         
        Once again, the shattering shard of the approaching night beats and sobers up: in a precious day, less can be lived again! The longevity of our promising promises disintegrates when we understand our shining, precious Star-eyes, our lies pity! Our exaggerations are already emerging from the cavities of the eye-craters aching like stigma - we should divide our days, which are scarcely tailored in the final Time, better! It would emerge from all the ashes that failure could only hold - it could resurrect with a stubborn blaze for yew-flowered Hope Days!
         
        So few could have been left wrapped in unquestioning words of Faithfulness by the Judging Handshakes, forever confidential gazes! Celebrity graces, mannequins, money-hungry gorilla-jams with swollen biceps, who are accustomed to bowling in the crossfire of suspicious Cherub and Jackal glances, prevail sooner than a com...

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    Nights of severity


         
        Trembling mouth silence; I'm excited! A crypt-grimacing smile freezes on my walrus face! Fear undulates on my eyelid roller coaster - the pain of my awakening often torments me! A crouching shadow rubs against me in the cell cage of the yellow-lit Moonworld, creeping quietly; bleeding victims redeemed melancholy-regards myself fate greeted back to me! My soul, vomiting in the midst of doubts, sips greedy, ominous sounds!
         
        With vigilant patience you could still understandably wait for My Beloved! Everything around me is One and Indivisible: I have also ended in the limits of Finality! Unattainable goals judge my head every day and blame my missed, achievable opportunities: gravity settles on my heart troubled with distressed pain; dead frozen kayak-loneliness illuminates my face! "I'd be hiding behind the cramped cover of my body, even if I could!" I...

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    In the depths of my infinity


         
        If the Sun calms down today, perhaps I can objectively state the fears of my dreaded fears, not in vain and maybe I will not be alone forever! It became a negative of many memories in my brain! A cherishing move takes hold of me, and it would be good not to let it go with the Goodness of an unconditional donor! In my room at night, the only contiguous falling reassurance — with every palm in turn, can only hesitate any human Promise — is the moment that can be evoked with a single act, when we gave estimated hands unconditionally to the other and he was so relaxed as to betray his word!
         
        This is how a given, trusting word can only become a nodding, apostate Shadow! On my face, tattered, tired tears, like bouncing glass balls, trickle at a slow pace, Greek! I would love to throw out all the ingrained nonsense out of my brain! Immortal Dear unfolding, flawl...

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    Interrupted vision


         
        Time is getting old: His stubborn, abandoned cradle is rocking forever - with a desperate omen, I push minute by minute forward: why doesn’t glistening hope shine in the grayish blind spots of his eyes? The chances of a hermit retreating into yourself are growing! And Being also makes a split in consciousness when you let yourself be auctioned off! "Between the grooves of your face, the nest of ancient fires is trembling, and yet you seem incapable of breaking out of the murderous cage of the rings that grip your life!" And Someone can hardly ask, "You don't feel like going on a date ?!" "Even the Redeeming Peace is immediately burned with a dangerous calculation around you: in the depths of your soul, your conscience roaring in massive armor roared: 'Fool, foolish Robinson!' Only digest yourself if you are so idiot that the happiness of others is more important than yours! ”...

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    Minutes in the net


         
        Loneliness-seeking shock flares up daily in the trenches of my deserving face! In my brain, harsh thoughts strike a pinch: what a horrible joke every single charm-smile, art-liver-like mimicry stray look! When the immortal Universe sins with glittering stars - the happy destruction of fearful momentary moments may be the most important thing! Your budding vortex, my pathetic attachment to Being turns you into another world and your watchful gaze is crushed into millions of shards by the bitter loneliness of uniqueness!
         
        The unconditional, gloomy nightmare of the Night is ingrained among my sighing bones; tearful and weary tears of my eyes are embodied in unshakable figures! "You wake up so many blind dark, many sparkling pills, in the shadow of a wounded Spirit, because there can be little vi kiss medicine for my wounds!" Between the flames of my hidden dem...

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    Broken verbs


         
        I already regret that I was weak under the burdens of fierce moments of Destiny-screaming, and I let go: His visions of the Prophet for this aimless, bribing Age are all cut off and remain witnessed and rabbit-hearted all the time – you tread out! In the home of squeaky souls, I had to hide my righteously: I immediately raised my head to the promising encouragements of false promises and empty voices, and in vain I began to believe for sure! Where is the imaginary Future today?
         
        I interrogate the murderous, melancholy Silence! Are the already laddering weed-sawing hands sawing the ladder of possibilities and hanging in the air between strained, cheap intentions, a yawning chasm below me! I would put my already incredible yet stubborn head in the Eden lap of someone who wants to comfort me, and I would confide the legitimate complaints of Being together with con...

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    Strange philoshopy




         
        You can measure yourself to southern star stars, octopus hairy amoebas - You were created as a human, so use your head consciously and think! The iris of your existence feels back and always returns to its corpse, and because you always know: As a sore tumor, your consciousness grows in you so that you can leave memory traces behind you! Who else can perish with you if you suddenly go and get over there - if at all - what kind of otherworldly damn non-existence ?! "Your orphanage, too — may have become more conscious, in which you cherished the Hailing Hope as the eternal treasure of Hope, and as a hanged Man on a rotting tree branch — even with a confident face on the handshakes of Sensitive Gaze!"
         
        You can know that even without you, Being will gradually steal your gift-graces, and yet in your heart there is an unconditional, p...

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    Broken gloria


         
        The Hyena Grin World is increasingly threatening and trampling! I leave myself and I have to endure even if I can! Old wounds are cherished by the Night; my blind darkness falls on me! In our Savior Universe kisses, we knew and even felt Peace rest on the ground — but this soft serenity was soon gone! The infinite Bird Sight absorbed this complicated Being! A lukewarm evening, when it unfolds and embraces it among its gloomy star rings: all its bad and submissive intentions fell to the brilliant smile of the sun's rays!
         
        He knew it too! We never felt our hearts to lie to each other’s absolute happiness! Today, there can hardly be any budding charm for the moment to be found again! Exacerbated pessimism saturates my heart with many thousands of missed occasions - I still know that rebellion fits the Anyway can still hold my only shoulders for a long ti...

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    Your only dear smile


         
        A killer-cool smile always breaks off your budding mouth when the swollen Aryan of the offended un-misunderstanding intersects your heart and overflows! Your immortally tingling lips, like two ripe cherries, stop halfway between the trembling of our kisses, and the immortality of the precious minute that lives is crept into Infinity! My bloodthirsty eyes and troubled heart often rest on the silently radiant shadow of your eyeballs; in us two children tremble like hesitant hero-loving unconscious orphans while the rich nectar of our buzzing blood embarks on a journey of discovery in the other’s body!
         
        Ruthless desires can crumble in us, and our deliberate willpower can slow down the definite demand. ! "The soft purr of your small, ringed heart will throb over me like a red petal."
         
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    Starfish star


         
        With an idiotic child's head, I often think of my 30-year-old at the same time as a gallop of mocked and mocked Soot! Flirtatious smiles that set up traps of lies on all sizes sympathized with me, and when I needed to be ashamed of my pressure, I didn't find a spark of Truth on this insidious mud! Why would I pant even more hungry and longingly in this great world if I know there is no shelter for me now ?!
         
        The Hyena-Indifference of the World fits in a big bag and I will only consciously keep some important children out of myself! In my gut I feel more and more called to action scapegoats in the whispering silence! And I swallowed and put up with a millionth sigh of supplications: I could only be an alien Star wandering out of this earth, even now unaccompanied bitter! I feel it every day: A murderous herd of minutes is drumming mad in my ear and warning me:...

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    I'm bleeding myself


         
        Being is closed! I have long made a difference with the eternal damnation of my waned minutes; only my restless whistling lungs gasp and trumpet in the stretched Silence! The hydraulics of my vascular system are pumping up and down! I still look at myself and still injects so many nutrients into me, millions of memories baptized with a vision: among the pulsating, star-faced smiles, it's so good to discover that they just make love! Divorced happiness judges me and makes me complain: Why couldn't I be the more persistent and karakan and then my little girl I could surely tell fictional stories when even I could be little, and I trembled like a poplar leaf!
         
        There is a stifled doubt in my heart: did I do everything and did I do it well ?! Many times numbness swings the blood in my arms; my infarct omen is getting closer! And like a sticky swamp of muddy mud, I...

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    Time is immersed in you  


         
        Once your Fate is fulfilled with your old head, you can still count the missed memories of your found happiness; your True Pearl-veiled eyes can no longer sparkle, we are also tormented in your tormented and easily forgotten perforated brain! Humility rests your knocking-cracking bones on your stick! You won’t be able to whine about youthful, hot-headed intentions to cut into the beginning of new, more imaginative things, and in the depths of your throbbing crusty heart, another passion has died if you don’t take care!
         
        Your warning, heart attack heart attack can be frightening to you as it screams to scapegoat before Death! The ever-evolving, shaping knife of Being has already polished more of you than it could have! - You are still hesitantly stumbling on the edge of abysses and do not dare to move on; the well-sounding Promise and Intent is already dri...

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    Sloth-dreams


         
        Your deliberately lazy sloth dreams didn’t come true! Your shiny crystal legends have also been shattered! It would have been nice for Someone to be able to enter through your narrow, closed doors on a selfless donor and grab the pulsating beats of the golden heart of your two hands by grabbing them! The dense Blood of the Universe of your minutes could have flared up many more times - but you selfishly-stubbornly only wanted the True! Even a light-hearted Angel spell could have come to your chilled barking!
         
        Your trembling, konok soul would cling to the gaze of another dazzling human Star and cling to the cravings of helpless promises — you can't do anything else! You shape the material in your soft soul into a firmer, more lasting will - and you still stop and think about your fateful decisions! "After your years, you don't make a point, be...

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    Doubled disappointment


         
        The Sunlight chases the flashing wings of light quickly, sparking sparks in darkening eye-stars; is getting ready for the gloomy night lunar version! Crouching shadows hide quietly in the depths of the Spirit…
        Like someone who wakes up from a difficult dream and is frightened by the disappointing Real - why do I have to run away from the hustle and bustle of my selfish problems?
         
        Why do you cry out to yourself when no one hears my bitter words ?! In the shipwrecked silence of my mortal life, why can't I let the Redeeming Harmony coming with Sunbeam smiles ?! The menacing Being would scatter my nasty curses if he found me among my hiding places! As a black majesty, a vast Nirvana Space is attacking me: it is stretching the boundaries of my timelessness!
         
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    Moving noise waves


         
        On the retina of my eyes, a rainbow of worries burns and throbs: a prisoner of a strange landscape at home! He struggles with a sense of desert deficit at the cost of his struggles every day while Time bites more and more bites into his beating heart! The commiss idiocy of the ignorant makes him make a conscious escape; You still want to snuggle up to a dear someone, to feel the Sighs of the Spirit that can be listened to, even the subtle forms! Inward-looking Eye is his, which accustomes the victim-self to constant murderous vigilance!
         
        His head is burned by bone-breaking sunlight; shards of light scatter on the glass beads of light shards! As inner waves of life, life is just rushing through it; movable cat-mouse wars keep teasing! Bumblebee's weakening eyes with true pearls also sin every day! There could hardly be any left who would renew their eternal friend...

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    Tower of Questions


         
        A pregnant click drums my ear rage; my hearing shells are haunted by the tin-roar of tam-tam rumbles that wound the symphonies found in Silence! Am I still awake, or would I just be a wandering, petty thief of my dreams? The balm with my balm surprises me every night and as a lover settles on my sweaty body in battles! They bring the small and big sounds by the time I realize that my ear noise is feeding on my own!
         
        Supersonic planes are dragging over my head on the muffled silence! I know: I shouldn’t surrender myself to the channels of my debilitating loneliness - even though the conscious danger of insecurity is growing! I would have to deal with the regenerative pains of my abandoned past to get rid of the cages of wrinkling squirrel wheels!
         
        Even in silence, a sweetly rumbling sound would be needed,...

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    Trembling Deficiency


         
        Walking our treacherous, money-all path, we have become ruthlessly greedy Breakers; Orphans, left alone, flare up in the night like the richer, richer stars! We know! We must not sell ourselves - nor sell them - and yet in the temptations of trials we fall bribed every day! Can our followers learn from our Fallen Being? If nothing else; how can we be non-compromising!
         
        This present-man-long-time benefit-Present Interests-Babel cannot provide a shelter! Day by day, we live as if we are always waiting for unattainable Promises, enticing opportunities: a shattering, sharp shard shatters us every minute! When we give up our dreams, Kid is forced to cry in our souls!
         
        Sustainable Life builds itself from more diabolical circles than card games: Each day sacrifices new figures for self-justification on stage, while t...

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    The cry of silence


         
        Prostitute, gutted Age! This is how we live under playable chess games; the witnesses of the fallen flies as diligent camps from today! Information Cyber-cascading brains brainwashed our minds every day but empathy falls to the ashes if Man prefers to be sold to stepmother! A long line of those who want to prosper, exchanging new homelands, want to get out of here: Who has not learned how to prosper, but rather leaves the stage of Calvary!
         
        When crossing border lines for a living, they always give up something valuable on their own and leave it behind! Leaning towards each other, friendly hands clasped into themselves often continue like this! How much can diplomatic gestures decide at Europe's table ?! - When can this supersonic electronic age enter a self-evolving stream of purification?
         
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    In the shadow of half a day


         
        From the very beginning, the Silence: Adherent Loyalty to My Selfishness builds the eternal adolescent secrets that have been gripped in me as a boy! Below me heights yawn snarling, above me the fate of Damocles sends its day-learning signs! Safe cover these days, hardly anyone can survive in the shadow of poems! This self-incense sneezing world forces me into something I can't be myself! "I curse with hermitage and I can hardly try to break out of this cage because I couldn't discover someone special!"
         
        My bad things have happened that are over and yet they threaten stubborn repetitions - they treat me just like haunting dreams! I wish they would disappear into the darkness of eternal Times, and I would flee to them one by one at night! One by one, capture an unknown atomic bomb — temper and explode ready. A sieve-like, irreplaceable One-Life...

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    The dance of doom


         
        Then it was running harder and harder every day: My heart-stabbing damn knife was already every moment of mortal Immortality even bleeding in me! While the Great Time steered him here and there like the never-to-be Negotiator! Tiny, glued-handed gigolos, trendy jambs, trampled the chances of survival in others as well, until in the end they selfishly sinned! My soul, ready to soar, was forced to be shackled by bound shackles; the consolidation of imagined Friendships could have been mine alone, if I had already given up on the happiness I could find!
         
        I would need something beyond an unspeakable need to be able to live with content again, and not just be ashamed of my own guilt! By deliberately contemplating the unexpected traps of Being, it is better to avoid and look back, so that even memories cannot haunt you! A call to morning awakening often lacks a sense of du...

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    Faces-verse


         
        Who has been closed many times by the world of insured Loneliness; spirit s survival rule leads! She is afraid of the dictionaries of Mysterious Faces, she is also trembling with familiar questions! Carefully trying to understand Man s Life! You can see flirtations in the cavities of your eyes! Even try to spell out its Word Magic on love-drunk lips! To perceive his Spirit-path only through Revelation; Survival Maze Escape!
         
        In your eyes, the desire to pursue Career Success at all costs flies! There can often be an explanation for actions that dissolve in unsolvable suicide! An open petal-flower body language would cherish the interdependence of the Universe with one another; among the mysteries of unspoken face games, only the Heart-seeing can read!
         
        In this now inverted, foolish Age, the wounded, inner vibra...

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    Fate-lines


         
        Because it is involuntary to stop before everything is left unfinished! We can know: It is not the facts that have started that are what usually continue, we can stop if we know we can turn to unknown intersections, we can run into uncertainty! So where can the imagined Future, which we have tried together to build a virgin hand here or there, stay? And we ourselves could barely notice the serious intentions that have been proven behind the volunteer's hidden emotions…
         
        Thus it may have begun that we have slowly been pushed out of the patronage of Samaritan favors, and now we are accustomed to the futile bitterness of the paths of the unknown Ends, rather trampling ourselves aside voluntarily! - Are the consciously determined Beginnings also recurring halves? Isn't the spark of Being discovered just wormwood? The interrupted Silence is silent again; re...

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    Interaction string


         
        When the Hangman Time opens over our lives; we raise our inverted palms to the sky! Wounded sunset flies in our eyes alive! For the Great Crossing - perhaps - everything is given, only we are more hesitantly half-nailed, unprepared! We can only rush towards the liberated Nothing with reservations! "The congested waves of this Being are ready to clash over our heads again - we can hardly cling to the created soul around us!"
         
        There are still days of crypt when the gaping gaps beneath our feet rise with open mouths with their half-nasty-pathetic Will: "Jump down!" "And we're just wasting Death-frozen in one place, because the excited adrenaline isn't enough for us to accomplish the Deed!" The silent Infinite can only be felt by one who stops in Time himself and wakes him up with a wolf's eye and a karakan!
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    Leak Valley


         
        Among the fragility ruins of my soul, I still keep curious melodies, to see if there will be anyone else who will listen and think: if you have hurt Someone in the self of falling mirror tiles, how will you comfort the fall ?! In the promises of nowhere opportunities, I am disappointed daily: Were there any at all who considered the keeping of the Promise at all ?!
         
        Story has broken down into facts, yet it has finally been licked with ugly ends! In my final desperation, despair often sticks to the "how to proceed" - executioner's rope! If the extended Silence explodes in me: I will divide myself between the gaps of fear and reason! Who else, with their eyes closed, can discover the true Truths of petal falls that experience Truth?
         
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    Silence-crying


         
        At the top of shard puddles, a tiny tear-bubble pops dancing: it mourns itself in a spherical shape! In my wounded past, the soul-stimulating shower has punished me as well! I can only be a melancholy flame swaying in struggling winds; resistant to wolf laws even with konok faith! An ominous conjecture warns me of the signs of danger around me - while an unstoppable, barking stream in my soul carves out its still deepening pit beds from wounds!
         
        Rock the Known Being Swing! He reveals his lattice chains before me; attracts a taming that can be tamed as a magnet! I can confidently cling to pearl twigs if I can listen to their knocking glass sound game! In me, even inciting-rebellious voices burst to the surface and guard their Fears of Hassias! "My inner infinity may still help me rebuild the diverse Jelen pieces!" We should revisit the speech of Eyes in soul...

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    Glass-sounded seagull


         
        Heart-pounding depth clusters in me! I became an oldster child among you as a young man! I received the Universe as a gift sometime in my soul, the guilty fears of boundless torment-caught wounds are still racing! The throbbing chalices of my heart conceived in purple are often cut by invisible knives; there is still a jealous sadness in the trenches of my fallen chubby face - which is why I may and may deliberately stop in front of the walls of prejudice!
         
        If there are even my Fellow Fellows they will fight for me! Curious eyes with open, eloquent attention search and follow my peculiarities like a hesitant walnut gut: it embraces My Seed-Loneliness! As spokes, they will be honest, True-words: questions fog over my head circling uncertain! In uncertainty stretched in still space, I often just float weightlessly…
         
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    Sensitivity


         
        My worried fears surround me! Nights expelled on loud-roaring days lie on a flirt! Irritant damn yelling voices destroy empathy, further build spiritual harmony! Hurricane waves are fueled by unnecessary human tempers! Could I still hear the angelic motion under my Beloved's heart perhaps?
         
        The cherishing wings of angels are rarely redeemed from this present Apocalyptic state! Grind your time to the unruly Heart! "The gates of the universe-lips are not sure to open in the midst of hesitant trembling!" Pounding wave sounds would be even better if you could compose the immortal sparkle of superstitious eyes!
         
        The Light Galaxy of Hopeless Romances can bleed in a veil of purple-hardened sunsets! The ever-changing Human Spirit can only gain momentum through Someone Else; I am perfectly defenseless in ...

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    Abandoned ports


         
        Abandoned harbors in cherished bays but it would be nice to return again! A vortex storm, an unnecessary reef rupture could not be a barrier in the Sea of Being! You may be able to help through a measured series of scapegoats: Good luck s Will! The gaping deep calm is often not always given this way; and I often sink as a volunteer at the cost of swearing and shame! It will not be predictable long this life path!
         
        The learnable cross-section of my human destiny is first knotted together and then intimidated by a killing harpy Squirrels! Savior Ariadne, where are you to help? It became a perforated heart-petal, and in my chalice the eternal comet lights of the Universe also light up exceptionally! Career knives that warn you in my throat and command you to “stop” are lurking!
         
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    Wrapped mail


         
        For even today the fearsome Great Time is cursed and has come for me; the floats of my bones also shiver with reality! Maybe it was my fault today, I can't research that by emigrating to Hermit, I couldn't break away from you even then! Only those who have tried to love vulnerable can know this caressing feeling! Has the cohesive bond that has chained us to Reality as a solid point broken?
         
        The joy of Heaven once came with you and disappeared like smoke! I would speak to you now who you still misunderstand, because your incomprehensible pride is greater than your giving petal heart if you understood at all: you were guilty of misunderstanding and intentional abrasion! Little Mythcaster with a recognized Artist just can't get along with anyone! "Who bored you in my surviving ruins of my days? Orphans left me lost in my desperate situation, when you kn...

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    Black sails


         
        Who could have been a non-original voice that couldn't bother anyone and who heard a quiet killer on the night sobbing on the wall of the room of the dying, drunken Shadows? He could have uttered in Human Hearts, "Let there be Sun!" - A dark call crushed him every day and called for a fight: This is how the crying, over-noise child became more and more savage, more crazy!
         
        For in every sentient Spirit a Shadow looks back upon us, as if we were looking among shards of mirror tiles; He stares at us staring like a grimace and sobbing! Executioner Time is rapidly leaking like nourishing breast milk into the poles of bodies and when they were called, Dark Despair of All, flirting with death, is inviting more and more! So far away from the brainwashed camp of scavenging sheep, lone wolf breeds can hardly be reared!
         
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    Ecce homo


         
        He suspects he had long since killed, greedily stopped himself in silence and knew he could no longer remain among men; It is destined to be a Hermit that preserves its solitude and there could be no other way but loss! In the palm of his hand, the parted handshake froze between his Marshian furs and he could not fall on the neck of the Beloved of the Universe!
         
        He felt the life of pity driven into exile tremble because he was buzzing with a swaying, stigma-wounded, fierce fever! He didn't even know how long he was waiting, useless, stumbling on another sounding Promises and clinging to honest words - he did for a long time: He waited for Nothing while he could turn his back or mosquito for the sake of the world!
         
        He woke up cursed, comatose; many times he said a hopeless Judgment over himself: No more! Li...

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    Self-labeling issues


         
        Long-lasting questions are still straining and pushing My Soul - my nightmarish evenings are being ruined! I must see the steps of my struggling days to come in vicious series; to my watchful eyes appear in immortal times, in times of a millennium, the immortal memories of strange people whom I already judge forever!
         
        Although they have often joked and chased me away - my willful plans have driven me into thoughtful thoughts and wherever I am my selfish creativity will not let me down! Indeed! It is evolving and multiplying! "I would be anxiously waiting for secret telepathic signs with which my beating-beating heart could loyally address Someone as long as there was growing anxiety about others in my heart attack!"
         
        My day is already hiding things: Behind the horror of the Question, the suicidal dis...

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    Absolute uniqueness


         
        I don’t even know an impenetrable Silence will break my spiritual peace, or will it just equalize it like the language of a moving balance? Words from deep are knocking off the reefs of landlessness and they are still struggling for new goals! My closed eyes are asleep: plenty of stone blocks, even the lunar night of huge dreams falls on me! I may soon be lifeless, even on the cliffs of my mortality, the restless Nothing!
         
        In the great current of Being, I cannot want to drift any further! As a well, I will immerse myself in selfish-stubborn growls! I really want to trust in the devotion of Redeeming Loves so that I will forget forever fear and fear; the crested waves of heart-sounds under silence stir and destroy at the same time! Through the alley of shady crypt-faces, I stumble as a shadow that is already shattering myself and I can't even find the sure w...

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    Desperate night


         
        What does the Night say when the dreadful fear listens in me? Everything in me is still wounded and defenseless as an adolescent! I have not yet researched for myself the extended question marks of Redemptive, Hand-held Love and Question and Answer! "What can the dense Night ask, if all the flames of the Universe on each other's glowing-tense bodies are just dust-covered, avittos dazes?"
         
        My selfish, man-avoiding stutter in my murderous silences: Where could I have made a mistake? And could only I have sinned ?! I would call him, the Angel who caresses in his chirping voice, still me — I have another difficult day to come — I can’t discover his superstitious lunar face! Despair s selfish tremors all night woe-trouble!
         
        What will the Night say in a whisper, and will I be able to ...

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    Penalties


         
        Handshake promises buried in myself! I was a Scapegoat s Cowardly traitorous, smiling with tears among the cheerful clowns! Outside, from the mouths of the uttering Judgments and Prophets, the vision seemed like a failure! Upstairs, in the radiant sparkle of his eyes, the rocking lady of the snow-white moon harbors! My forehead can no longer be crowned with redemptive kisses, my immortal Beloved; I've tolerated enough!
         
        I was conceived as a misunderstood experiment, a sinful curious sin! Target My life has been targeted by deliberate envy, garbage jealous! "True pearl falls grow dearly in your sleeping eyes so you can still testify!" My responsible conscience climbs into my Soul infected with deepening guilt and makes it testify!
         
        A frill of light flickers flirtatiously in doorways: a woman's...

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    Dreamy transience      


         
        When the eternally endowed Human Spirit, once gifted with Immortality, may have believed that human light, blazing in a halo tense in deer eyes, is not merely a product of combustion — but the eternal moment of the fillable, sanctified Universe; training in a living fire with two Sighs of the Spirit so it can boil budding into One! A graceful fever-lily stretches a pulled-out petal and as a nerve rises and what remains immortality Prometheus will be born!
         
        It spreads from my little boy's face, cherishing a melancholy orphan; unquenchable, pure Flame then He became! My trickled panting head sweated like a pearl-mouthed sweat like the blink of Damocles' blade! Our fingers spread hesitantly apart in the captivity of our bodies: we smuggled lively stuttering words of compliment into each other's honeyed lips!
         
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    The recipe for advancement


         
        How can I build my career of opportunity over the open gap of raging Hell’s mouths? How could I prosper in the blind age of silly Celeb fools, when the pounding, unscrupulous break didn’t haunt me either !! "Roaring lava curses burned figured stigma on my sad face!" In the petty cat-and-mouse battle of humans, I fell to the ground many times voluntarily and there could hardly be anyone around me to help me! The worn-out rag wings of my idea were torn to small pieces by an insidious calculation, superficial Indifference!
         
        I tried to eye etheric spaces of light in the shells of True Pearls; I could have been stunned and happy, I would have been if the rules of my survival could be just an arm's length away! The shimmering lights of linden stars are only very rarely greeted; my cared forehead around the forehead a lot of lived glass balls rumbl...

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    Graceful ballerina


         
        Flirtatious Thirsty Dream: stroking like the music of Angel Wings. You will be more than a holiness than a carnal, glowing cell; Among the ladies, the Only One! Because every day you close and close your creative petals and buds in roaring winds as well, so that your karakan will bloom with will! Saltó bursts out of suicidal ravines with the flickering catch of Saltó mortal trapezes that curl high through flattering flattering soles!
         
        You reconstruct your day with the flaming rebirth of the Phoenixes every day! From the sword of human applause, your fear is strained in an airless room - lest you get in trouble yet! Your sun-river will shine in your precious silk eyes if you have done your maximalist work well! Your golden light amber skin will be kissed daily by the Sun instead of me; trombone lips demand of you too, like the compromised sensation from ...

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    Knife looting dreams  


         
        In the cemetery trenches of eye pits, prodigal dreams line up; mourning each other every day! Dripping crater tears, like clotted blood droplets, are still wasting halfway between the grids of wrinkles and they don't know where and where they're going ?!
         
        The undeserved Present: We are enslaved to our heads as ozone hole brains in the form of guard-protectors. The curse of reality is forever on our hands: the prisoner-handcuff! Our senses go out to a solidified light as a whistling baggage! Staring looting eyes cherish empty nights Cosmos canvases v
         
        If we could still switch back to the roots of the Present so we can start all over with new cards! With a hangover depicted the next day, Dawn also seems like a lunar eclipse! Promised dreams fall into each other's throats if they can't come true! ...

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    Buried dreams


         
        Buried in myself handshake-Promises! I was a scapegoat and a cowardly traitor! I was tearfully smiling with my face cheering
         
        among clowns, there were cursing Judgments out there like cursed dogs barking, and from the mouths of the prophets, the vision might have seemed a failure! Upstairs, in the radiant sparkle of his eyes, the rocking ladik of the snow-whitewashed moon harbors; my forehead cannot be crowned with redemptive kisses immortal My dear!
         
        I've tolerated enough! I was conceived as a misunderstood experiment, a sinful curious sin! Target My life has been targeted by deliberate envy, garbage jealous! "True-pearl falls grow dearly in your sleeping eyes so you can still testify!" My conscience flows into my Soul infected with deepening guilt and makes me testify!
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    Thoughtful Philosophy


         
        … Because even a happy birth is just a tiny, lasting piece of our existence: Race with the Time Part! Countdown for ourselves! Outraged, hard-to-get loves are tricked under the window of my trick drunk! Bloods bloodshed in the captivity of Dawn! The cosmic emotion of Faithfulness creeps into thethe vulnerable Soul cracks ofand bites like a fleeing ghost after the assured Redemption!
         
        In the depths of the narrow cells of molecules, only I can be a wrecked shipwreck waiting for his immortal Beloved, preaching complimenting confessions to the shells of chirping ears! Endless pledge of romance! "In the future, perhaps, he will bow down to me for the last time with the kisses of the angelic Goodness and the Universe - I will not have to be humiliated in the hyena of human survival in the murders of survival."
         
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    Eternal Law-suits


         
        The fall within the inner world has begun: the Commissioner is somewhere in Reality and deliberately expelled in Nothing! A herd of elephants rattled over me while my heartbeat rushed my heart attack-infected dalia heart! I measured between crystal shards of rotatable curved mirrors; a fat tuber of pathetic, chewy meat - and somehow I started on the sure path of burnout!
         
        The glowing accusation of the solar systems looked back at me. In my judgment examiner, my heartbeat rumbled in the corners of my eyes, I played music star stars, and my two tearful tears would have embraced the Savior. Because on the vigilant endeavor of days: Tightened between Death and Immortality, we hang on ropes and pillars - we look confidently with a pile of abyss shouting wolfish eyes! In the field of unquenchable seas, we are tossed ready for action and yet uncertain!
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    Breathing halo


         
        When once gifted with Immortality, the eternal human Spirit may have believed that the human Light, tensed in deer eyes and flaming in halo, is not merely a product of combustion — but the eternal moment of a fillable, sanctified Universe; training in a living fire with two Sighs of the Spirit so it can boil budding into One! A graceful fever-lily stretches a pulled-out petal and as a thin nerve it gently rises and what remains is the birth of Immortality in Prometheus!
         
        It spreads from my little boy's face, cherishing a melancholy orphanage: then he became my unquenchable, pure flame! My trickled panting head smelled like a pearl-like sweat like the flash of Damocles' blade; our fingers spread hesitantly apart in the restrained bondage of our bodies; we smuggle lively stuttering, complimenting words into each other's honeyed lips!
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    The metaphor of screening


         
        Every day I wake up as a stranger in the morning until I can get back to myself! The crease of my face: a hair-stricken, war map, an uninhabited oasis that lurks in Peace! My chubby, pathetic body is a crooked mirror of the functioning of my organs! They can hardly want to recognize me anymore - although I also think about hygiene with a razor blade every day! My existence radar, tormented in the rib-atrium of my chest, sends panting signs to the age of bean-busting Angels!
         
        It would still be bold to say no to a stubborn Death, a cutting Judgment, if the transporting blood in my set of molecular cells were not tiring! - The far-reaching echo of my orbiting lunar loneliness transmits incessant signals, sends valuable messages: s The cheap rag of word-rags will be even truer and more honest! - The Presence that is constantly grieving is petrified in me; I cannot dare l...

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    Opportunity


         
        How was it before? The budding scent-universe of roses chased him to Death: a petal-crushing allure, a flirtatious Reality that not even a fallen child-minded man can escape? Because love and forbidden Stars abraded in human hearts! The puzzle is ready! That's why he had to go to the depths of hell! The hungry and wild orgy of greedy cannibals is all to possess on this earth! Wounded Man do not sell yourself at any cost!
         
        Whoever has just come to live and prosper in this region will be expelled from themselves, chased away immediately! The enviable evil itself lacks the human-building lava stone, and the nose of the uncontrollable Sisyphean stone rumbles equally out of the Redeemer. - A deliberate Hermit-Orpheus who has moved away from the world: he is afraid of you here - more laurel merits can hardly be created, because the deserved Success has become salable, ...

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    Silly whirlwinds


         
        Gaz s silly silly trendy bagpipes are hanging on the ladder of coolness today! Silly smudges are splattered like a weed telescope on a reality show and the exalted bodily relationships of the physical universe take place in the crossfire of curious cameras; humiliatingly misunderstood black comedy! "It's just silly nonsense, stupid five-minute people: while the average tolerates sluggish common sense and sloth-tuna when someone wins a Beauty Contest in addition to the chattering melody of two complex sentences!" Yet the time of the modified Beauty and Mind Championships is long overdue and new, hitherto unknown jobs are being created and created for the selfish possession of the flashing blinding smile of ladies!
         
        To Man - if his common sense could remain - the Lack fenced the swamp net, which lowers and pulls it down daily! Eyes adorned with squeaky st...

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    Approximation horror

    Approximation horror
         
        Like a neck-thief, falling with razor-hands razor-sharp buttocks Death to the throbbing chambers of my heart; to discard the impending Execution and repeated daily for eternity In tomorrow, the trampling story will become more and more like a murderous hair! With the nauseating vomiting of vomiting in numbers like a hanging rag doll - on a strangling rope, I tension into the panties of the present moments and I can't understand: how far have I been able to survive when I needed Friends to help me with the laws of survival?
         
        I am troubled and offended in the Present: Those who have made good jokes out of my peculiar eccentricity will carve me out because I will again hide from the target of their envious and petty eyes! "As a testifying fugitive, it was my scapegoat's sin to leave the brainwashed, burning lines early!" - In vain d...

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    It is as if


         
        the uncertain Future lies tensed in the rock cavity of Beating Hearts! In the throbbing supplications of petals, the Universe would be resurrected; Witnesses who adhered to the wounded human law were accepted as witnesses: Empathy for the unusual too! The merit of the computing community now is the privilege ?! When can they find treasure among the sobbing True Beads, if they have already hurt themselves in humility ?!
         
        Many times, the open mouth of everyday Being shores and gorges vibrates like a stretched rope, trembling: maybe he dreams of a cheap, worn-out knife, he easily cuts off his deep thread of life! Witnesses have long guessed: they’re not digging up the bumpy grave where they originally put it! - Insidious fools and syrups dressed in syrup are often just getting infected!
         
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    Words


         
        My Spoken snap clock struck my heartbeat! I should pull it up until dawn tomorrow! It would be good to hand over his clicking harassment to Someone who feels deeply with me that he exists; he keeps his waking breaths for me! It was as if the sun were rising like a bright honeymoon for us - the glowing Universe had sweated true pearls on us! Simultaneously divided in our molecules from the pound of blood-flesh Love!
         
        I fall asleep now as if he were always with me and wrapped up with his angel wings when I was awakened by the disappointed minute that called for my new things! "Every missed vanity grinds a pounding throbbing in my heart: my nectar blood rushing sharply up like a knife whips it up like the ticking of Death in people!" Final countdown started with birth! Hesitant with poppies, dodderer uncertain revolving among you!
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    My departure delayed


         
        selfish listening is even bigger and more murderous today than if I could share it with me! A larger, uninhabited continent is at war with me than anyone could understand! Curiously, however, I threw myself thirsty at hyena landscapes; they would have been called by the conciliatory smiles that sent me, the promises that could be kept — I would have put my trembling child's soul, trembling in my innocent tears, in the palm of My Beloved!
         
        If he looks into the mirror of another seer - he offers him a teasing shadow! When someone sees me “on the other side” he only senses my chubby fur-crust: an emotional Marsian! My loneliness is also a rich relative of the waterfall of my falling Star Tears shining at night! What would I find and get to know? I'm autumn: my falling letters, if they don't pay attention, the wind often sweeps away…<...

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    Booming nothingness nothing      


         
        Booming I would have to keep myself a valiant-noon for! If I could have Time and not settle on me every day a pregnant bustle of compliance constraints! - As falling rain, I was forced to fall back on myself many times! Soot falls from my face on twisting ropes: tears stuck in me soaked by chance! Between board shadows, I like lime!
         
        Nirvana-Nothing is idle only I can be alone s Unfortunate: I cannot know the possible answers! Falling flower petals-Dear soaking-waiting in the rain: Can I find it ?! Many people just look through narrow gaps and can't see because they have been blinded by doubt to sincere receptivity! I know very well: My punishment has long been imposed!
         
        There are more cumbersome times of the day trying people and who can give me support even if I am insecure about myself ?! Can there be a...

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    Fractional-sound


         
        Remaininghajcsomóimra matted white ravens settled! Half of my balding carpet took away my nerve-racking
         
        worries! Doubt: Do I always remain alone in the closing hours of my Sheath-Loneliness? Do I understand the shadow worms and grinning galactic jackals of Executioner times? I can barely open my Ikarus wings so that, hoping, I can still fall up into the flaming Love; stone-left debris Dream!
         
        I would try to pay close attention to my heart drumming forever as it drums more and more with the killer-hands of heart attacks: how it explodes on its own in the invisible sound explosions of Being! "I count in my heart the proud noise of the marching lawsuits!" One or two, one or two! Keep up and adjust! ” "Who will be the dear Angel who even gives love to himself in this world with his own...

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    Retreated to


         
        Myself in exile, cowardly stateless, I can rarely be: a complete Stranger to myself! Now I still do it, because Man treats him as despised, as if I were a scum, who caresses voiceless echoes…
         
        I have grown up suddenly and you know all whose wounded hearts have been rooted in the known Insecure - everyone doubts! Man grows up suddenly while still an eternal Child in himself, and he discovers that in this World his dreams lie as ruined as card castles! Selfish torment still escapes when he believes promising vows to the Truths, but rather immediately chuckles for new possibilities, trampling on others to step into his vile life! There were a plethora of promised, sounding voices: "We will listen and take care of you too!" "Footprints on shoes that excel in trampling have started to multiply!
         
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    Lost temper in


         
        My own heart, the Quyothe of the Guardian Loyalty is thirsty for someone! I narrowly miss the haunting shadows of raven-feather nights when I think about how much I missed everything and missed the lovable connections of Being! How vulnerable every tiny human story has become, and one by one I would have escaped myself from the hyena-throat of fears that, like a fluttering herd, moan soul-splitting!
         
        In me, maybe it's just the spent Pearl of Truth Human! My own flesh eats up my flesh and feasts moderately on my heart attack. If I were a true Man - I was already annihilated and I had to arrive at the scene of my selfish humiliation every day so that I would not descend into a arrogant slump! Sometimes I still feel the depth of my soul buried, crusted in the depths of the trench, I still guard and protect the vulnerable, shaky Child! Instead of the claws of self-milling...

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    Watch!


         
        Then the Night will come and if you don't take care of yourself, your feeling precious heart will turn into a gloomy darkness and bark! Your tense drumming on a pounding petal will not caress you for a living Angel's mouth, boiled into faithful kisses, and the mischievous touch of swan hands will not caress the labyrinth, complex yarn of your veins dancing with rope dancing! "The bloodthirsty Sun, proud and proud, runs above you like a hungry vampire, and people who promise roast pigeons a gift of pride when they fall ready to flee in the test of Honesty and lurk like shifty!" You should finally trust Someone, even if they are abusing the secrets of your acquaintance - even then!
         
        You can know the Truth about yourself if you are justified, it is still by your side; reliable so hard! - In the useless, restless depths of human hearts, a murderous Sile...

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    Cassandra-prophecy

     

    I will be emptied once and for all when the armored-grown Loneliness crusts in my heart and surrounds me like a snag! I will have to believe with myself again every day that they love me and can appreciate me! I have to be killer-honest even in first-to-last encounters, flirting in the superstitious stars of sparkling pairs of eyes to believe - I really am!
     
    Persistent and tenacious stubbornness glows like an eternal flame in me; my beating heart is a shadow of yellow cheese-moons! My body has not yet been dedicated to the romances of naked passions by the Universe! Yet the predictable uncertainty of Being binds me more and more so that I can question even after my mutual trust! "The outside world can only see the unsteady, unsteady, swaying man, even shaky!"
     
    They also need a covered dress for prodigal nudity, as I can’t expose myself! Many times I can’t reach anyone with self-reliance; my rib cages need...

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    No answers


         
        … They hear less and less! I lie beneath cell depths and like a crusty Pearl of Truth — shards of glass of unspoken Truths tremble in my heart; Doubt also hurts my face, smiles and grimaces! And treading jerks love to tread on my operated leg! My pouring vulnerability freezes in myself, which I still have no experience with, and I can hardly tolerate the fact that the wretched Being loves to rotate the rusty knives that have been cut in me!
         
        For he who is stuck in his own way and lacks in fear, because he knows what to do, sins against himself; half-nailed praying eyes also look at the Savior's smiles like the gifted candy-eating snacks of a child! "The petals of my knocking, weak heart may still open for Someone, and I don't have to hide it intentionally if I don't want to escape the incisors of young chicks!"
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    Anxiety


         
        For a lifetime, I have deliberately fled from you, the ruthless carrier of my cowardice: Vulnerable fear! You have haunted me every day with the intention and orphan tears of end of the world to surely win your victorious battles against me; lately, I have managed to hide from you many times, and you, as a hard-working killer-hand, have always been away - and you have found it!
         
        You stabbed your willful spikes in my heart forever and prepared to be an innocent victim in the jungle of revenge!
         
        I already know you well! And yet I did not collapse: your confusing campaign with the uncertain Future could not succeed! Disgust s
         
        Indifference competes with each other if I just feel it and I want to get out of you by all means! I would cry with a voice and sob...

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    Sound on the phone


         
        Uncertain waters, embezzled prospects besiege my heart attack! It has never happened that even once the Spirit is troubled by a troubled, guarding petal, a soul-destroying or in love gondola-ladik!
         
        Once upon a time, invisible resonant yarns were tied together with my imaginary soulmate; and now a murderous, otherworldly Silence is barely audible.
         
        Deafened with foolish intent In time, who might have a sweet-soaring voice for the first time that can reach me?!
         
        Because I would listen with absolute happiness if my dear Angel could voluntarily still trust me and reveal the donuts of the hell-lesson of my wasted childhood before him! I want to instill the sincere truth of true pearls on the forgiving petals of your heart so that our borrowed friendship can...

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    Didn't want to!


         
        The pain was long, vicious in me! Wounded crater-deeply lurking burning stigma-wound mule still whimpering child whimpering daily: Howling the wild, ruthless “Afraid” The eternal children's shoes were worn by the mature adult s The ringing of promises guaranteed me -went years of echoing joy!
         
        This galad now voluntarily closed his executioner-prison in his prison cage and deliberately forgot as a pathetic hiding place! It is an old-fashioned admiration for me to remain a romantic Knight and not have to face the trendy posh and counting goosebumps of this devalued, lousy Age! Even as an emigrated addict to loneliness, I will not be a exploitable grinning tool of tangled salvation even then!
         
        I am still sleeping frozen in me, the fluttering stench of flutter dripping under the ashes of urine, whi...

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    Take my hand!


         
        Take my hand in encouragement and lead me to the encouraging Light! It would still be so good to explore shelters next to you that I could feel by myself if the curse storm of Balsors was approaching with my ordas claws over my head! To ensure that my day and night are constantly soothing in me the bitter, rhyming Child for Being! ,, Just calm down My Life! Everything will be fine!" - And he would say he was atonement
         
        with a smile a cheerful wave of your voice! Because in vain I would try to explain what I already know today: Pessimism revolves around me as a wheel of destiny, and the tempting intention that I may not be happy and satisfied even with the capitalized Majority,
         
        for there is no one who can sincerely comfort me, and if I were to call myself actively, my creative power would be exalted and h...

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    Ice cold sizzling


         
        You think I was half-hearted when you heard my phone voice! My opponent - you may have known - was resignation even then! "Time has put my arm on my hard-ticking heart, and I can't know who will be by my side when the" majority "considered it Adults, even though I was just a child left behind in the world! Tell me, my dear friend? Is there anything left of that serenity that divides selfless harmony, your sun-smiled smile that could once restore my unconditional zest for life?! Do you know where I had to land on the depths of my self-pity alone to be a dignified human being and still myself?!
         
        What you gave as a gift, if there were any, I could only accept your words of encouragement Treasure and the holy supplication of angels from your soft and tender voice as if
         
        as a mother, you would ho...

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    Dismay


         
        My night is rocking on a rippling silver lake! Sharpening the diamond-blade lights of the haunting Moon like a shard of knives, he spits on me; I watch their frightening shadow dances in awful, murderous silence on the wall of my empty room! The blood-tear-burning bonfire of twilight sooner faded, no longer burning — even if I could not find myself back from the crypt bed of fading darkness. I often think of my sweetheart’s all-redeeming, blessed smile; he would cherish me on his lap when everyone left and even with scary snarls, a burning or grumpy thunderstorm could break us. He calms and caresses me with soothing harmony!
         
        My cowardice, and my vile slyness - may be - unfaithful to myself; i can't leave! I can't be a target of betrayals, we can't be a safe target, and if I could be sure of my retaining help, I'd rather stick to the tough...

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    letter to a charming individual      


         
        I dreaded my pen for fear, you can't get my letter: The worship is wandering and now the conquering homage is still gasping in front of you. With your angel-handled duck, you would have protected me at the same time and protected me from chains of humiliation that scratched stigma wounds on my puffy body! Today, everyone still plays the role of a drukkolasz because they respect the mature Woman in whom you have become of your own free will and they get to know you cheerfully on the street! On the tree of modern times, the wild shoots of people of my own kind can be trampled or even galactically broken down, because I protect my person and cannot expose them to the targets of the ever-besieging general public; and I used to flirt with myself as a performer, they just always took away my breakable mood!
         
        Today, with your knowledge and life-giving culture, you plant...

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    Falling Elegy


         
        I can still understand: Man sinned against Himself when he could not hear anything else! The beast sounds of the wicked raised a wounding whip into the woods of my hairy Marsian back! I had to see Man-Man sell, pay, and bribe if his violable rules of the game dictate it; painters I would imagine a peace-loving still life next to my loneliness cavity so that I could rest s My darling's healing and mild-paying swan hand as a protector Angel's wing would rock rocking quietly!
         
        The phantoms of hatred and envy are constantly besieged, and sometimes it would be better to leave everything behind and escape the window, redeemed by the bone-cracking anger of a dull angry volcano! My attentive, caring eye would open the gates of the Universe as our hesitant lips reveal the secrets of glowing, harmonious kisses; do I have to give up on eternal happiness with mature reas...

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    Uninvited nest loader      


         
        I didn't want to speak to a camp of non-flatterers, but he was brainwashed in the ditch pit of this Age to someone who was open-
         
        With a spirit, he still understands acceptingly! In his earthly living rooms, I could well have found a heart-warming true home; as a vagrant, unfaithful stuffing Tolerating the Occupation of Executioner-Time Times - because I am forced to - still endure! Celebrity-chasing celebrity chopsticks flattered to each other from late dawn to sober nights! With uncovered breasts, yet in armor-armed Solitude, I will stand among you! And I am forced to endure the blunders of my prodigal misfortune with charlatan smiles!
         
        Today, rat souls are either glorified by others in a proclaiming loudness, or are galloping! As insidious servants of nothing, they began to viscerate the base of our eas...

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    Epistolary Humana


         
        Like a shipwrecked, he clings to unknown shores on the last soul, but he may never reach shore; my throat was hoarse silently many times and my voice continued to sound like a muffled sigh! As a rodent worm for my heart attack-stressed soul, the greedy and insatiable Compulsion settles like this! I would have to, even if I had to be selfish for myself, sure of Man
         
        survive! The haunting moonlight tattoos my face like shards of silent shadows! And while you ask, asking with jagged tentacle teeth useless, "What happened to you?!" "The sure answer will be written on the trenches of my wounded Face if the glass bead of True Beads trembles again in my soul!"
         
        My broken body guards the burdens of tough-konokan and what many discover on me as a redemptive smile - Suffering! I feel like he is howli...

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    I'm calling you...


         
        My dear earthly friendship is a glorified Universe! When I looked at you with hesitant, squeaking trembling after the winter-smelling aftermath of windy March idus; my incredible despair, and my selfish self-pity calvary — Intentionally you could feel yourself — if you wanted to — I didn’t go there to you! My chubby bones were rattled and crackled by the wind of the ordas: the crouching shadow on the line of my heel turned into an ugly bat wing and the peoples of the gentlemen were dressed like a leper! With ringing, friendly letters every day
         
        I honor you and the sure doubts continue to make you uncertain: Are you still reading at all? And your redeeming tender Gioconda pillar glows again to a noble thought and we can become Friends!
         
        But fearful: My life-giving, broad hope fades like ...

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    Pilgrim pain


         
        Shame-weeping precious sorrows are embodied in the tear-battered trenches of my eyes! Annihilated Figure withered between the treasure chunks of dwindling sunbeams - I find myself less and less! Hiss has an abundant alley-scented, ominous Tomorrow in which snake-tongued weeds and hyena hear a killer-marching laugh! The far-gliding count of rich minutes is busy on the dial of the tick-clog clock!
         
        My bed - if I don’t care - will be embedded in a bottomless abyss for me! - Fattened by the noises of Darius, this great World of Indifference is puffing: my heart is becoming more and more lonely! Grumbling, annoying, "some" temper swearers scare me at whom Literature has become a useless useless thing! That's why I'm deliberately running behind my pilgrimage walls! Her lung-pumping lung pumps rattle a expelled Silence! Midnight Wraith Shadows Evil D...

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    Choking infinity


         
        Infinity is still waving but consciously playing with me! I'm tensed in as a toddler with a small child. I would love to caress the cheers rose finger of mornings to protect blankets - who will be able to kiss a redeeming healer on the cracked wounds of my lips?! Tamed into a tamed Hermit by this vile, interested Age with vile lies, which are not authentic! Even conciliatory serenity rarely surprises me when you can sit on my crusty heart with a few good words! The horror-like Fate is a present horror image: as a hard hard-headed, I rarely dare to listen to his words as a novice! Choke, killer Night is bribing me! I would seek refuge if I knew and know about myself: I could be happier if I let the spark-igniting joys of this Being surprise me even more mischievously!
         
        On the drift of my prisoner's days, it hangs between gaps - without safety ropes - I hang on...

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    To inaction


         
        All the set-aside melodies in the hesitant chalice of my heart are hissing; who knows the plans for uplifting, unknown minutes? As soon as the wide open star pair of cosmoses with its rich dawn light might just wink at me! - My heartbreaking heartbeat was already beating more and more anxiously; where could my chatter-stumbling escape journey have taken me if I couldn’t always be by my side?
         
        The eternal magic of stars is perhaps immortal bait? To my giving confession, Love can't bring written either?! Squat pulling his legs in the little boy's Hope! In my heart, the tense drum word haunted me if I could feel sorry for me, if at least I would call the fallen eternal child for her.
         
        Even today, with exile and insane determination, I want to believe in the perhaps eternal human Value of Friendship!...

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    In naked eyes


      
        
      


    Look! Someone cast stars from the naked eyes: In almond eyes, only two buttons were lit; two globes, falling comets. It was as if sweet emperor crumbs, rich peanut butter bread fragments had been swept off the sculptural face by the hand, which holds a broken vulnerability! Long intoxicating moments were attached to you and I thought the Universe was crazy - then upset. Foolishly, I let myself be led as a puppet, even though I should have just followed the higher law of emotion: The ancestral word of my heart!

    Did you want us to talk? Honestly, clearly ?! "But there is a stenciled 'who feels'," somehow slipped the connecting clutch word, you stole the redemptive shelter among your other arms, while I just crawled after you like a hissing bear cub crying like a stanza, confessing my confession: I loved you!

    My twist has just opened, because until then I had no i...

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    Fugitive persecuted


      
        
      


    Your lips are full of shape. Immortality acquires a new meaning from him, accepting the handcuffs of Love; the Loyalty that our hearts colonized! The juicy promise of cherries drops in treasure delights in all your universe kisses towards me! Scorching passions is still hitting our biological furnace! Of us - even if we really wanted to - only crumbs of memories remain!

    From soul to soul, he weaves and sneaks silently into the weave of taboo temptations forbidden. The Eye Vault bathes itself in torturous torment! In places beaten with timelessness, you order a place for yourself and your piano dentures light up your heavenly smile! You also know: Like any other secret curse, the volcanic eruption of our hearts breaks down and breaks itself with Prometheus' desire - the nauseating smell of Janus truths entails the purest emotion - but we cannot remain enemies, otherwise who can we trus...

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    Cell romance


      
        
      


    Gloomy darkness. Starless universe solitude. Persecutors feel such a vomiting drag when they are suddenly convicted: Simple victims of scapegoats, sacrificial grains of dust! Something in Matuzalem carries a burden with its pregnant siege waves in the proud sea. Maybe Pandora has long lost her secret box! Maybe aborted kisses are budding, personal romances? “Outside, the wind conveys the squeaky tossing and squabbling of sounds!

    The fracturing water froze like frozen loves. Behind rushing clouds, machine birds are petting, chirping with each other: At least they are happy! Packed into tourists ’favorite cage locations: through the wounds of dawn, my sleepless minutes restless. If you get air turbulence and the machine shakes under me! Do you see me alone, you priceless passing over your head?

    Do I see me with the proud gaze of envious skeptics? A stormy lover looks w...

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    Biographical note


      
        
      


    I lived in my scaled rectangle room right opposite Budaörs from eighty-seven until now! Infinitely strangling Time has become a slave. Crumpled, curved-waisted bachelor. Ladies - with a good number but exceptional abilities - I even call him Norbus. There was no air, no deprivation of vacuum in our country at that time, and no enough fake, rumored chords reminiscent of anti-Orpheus. Romantic, meaningless compliments of lost confessions of love.

    He was chained to the corner of the proud city by a desire for independence, an emigrant-loneliness consciousness! With my Enkidu body too hairy, no one drilled his lily head into my shaggy fortress chest, only He! My Sisyphus, my foolish figure, the blunders of my hesitation, stared all the more in Calvin Square on the way to the baroque library castle: Our lips caressed love messages like young fools, we ran away from our eternal emotions!

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    Semmidarkness


      
        
      


    There was something elusive in you! Faded chubby face with hamster arch in crystals! Sure! I was trying to put you out of a pyramid of old-fashioned laughing wrinkles. Towels fluttered like a hanging flag of surrender. Where is your deer-eyed angel who promised the universe in return if you redeemed it - and now neither word nor speech has suddenly left you as a camphor ?!

    And where is your cranky, restless lover who sinned along with sand grains? The universal message of orphaned immortality and the romance of our kisses came with it! "Something unspeakable primordial matter, a secret cell-cathedral, has burned in you: Proclaiming a long-standing Order as a yawning ruin, and now you're pondering one thing and another: down in yourself - why don't you still find the answers?"

    Shaggy forest eyebrows are still covering you with more and more hesitantly vulnerable...

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    Two-way listening


      
        
      


    Closed doors open before me again,
    The yawning tear in the skies threatens to be stabbed by lightning knives if I don’t pay attention, I take care. - Everything greets you as a friend here: The cathedral, which has lived for a long time, the overbearing series of battered furniture, and the portrait hall of history have long been familiar! But in school days, in the universal corridors of solitude, long-unseen faces and echoes greet, and the Inquisition of my black book is insufficient!


    I never understood: If one grinds one's mind with knowledge to sharpen and stay minded, why should it be punished? When I was here at an ice age: Ladies wreaths adorned every window and they laughed intoxicated! What could have happened? Were the truth-tellers, messenger-sages, expelled? Wherever I stop in the fragmentary moment, the legitimacy of fear and dread takes hold of cells...

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    Swaying watches


      
        
      


    What am I used to? The push back and forth, the onslaught of chaotic sarcasms? Blood sponge geysers from the stained organs? Fist whitish-colored purple-pimples, cam-trenches? The singing of charmingly chirping fairies, flirtatious ladies in my childhood when an immortal emotion arrived in a single superstition, a sigh of magic?

    Twilight red blood flames reflected in crystal eyes. At night, my heart cherishes nightmares and, as a strangled prison cell, I even tolerate indifference if I have to! - Is that what I'm used to? The constant dread of little boys that greets you every minute! Is the cherishing of you wasted? As a dilated crater, my broken bloody wounds all hang up, open up!

    Your encouragement is needed for my livelihood. I wanted nothing more than to place my perforated heart on your fragile swan hands, and to be able to sit with you at the end of old age and soar o...

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    Front's siege


      
        
      


    It's still stopping now. My heart drummed and my uncontrollable heart bounces. We also feel it in our bone-breaking viscera, in the basic formula of our skeletons: Infinite Time is hysterical, in large cloud passages like a herd of greedy wolves among an army of lambs!

    What if I can't take this cudar atmospheric front anymore? "It just depends on your organization, like your only driving force for many, many years!" - Oh, but Summer! The heated nights of insomnia! Swirling insomnia and restlessness, which suffocates everyone as a temptation, and an orgy-winking of ripe colorful fruits, out in the kitchen garden, and

    those unforgettable, immortal passions, sighing flames that came out every summer! Wounds, purulent scars bulged like stigmas in the craters of my body, and because I was careless I now have to put up with clenched prison teeth that fatal UVB radiat...

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    Pessimistic sun ruins


      
        
      


    There were many, it was illegal to have a pessimistic weekday, a worn out, useless desk and a climbing Sisyphus ticket: Insufficient - mostly - and sufficient. The crossfire of promising grains of pride, and the pathetic judgment of the Inquisitions lurking in the eyes: “Let's see! Who dares to do more and more ?! ” - There was a murderous rage in the hearts of the people,

    "What did I know then: What can I expect?" "Destroyed nervous system, suicidal pessimism?" Nice promises or Janus-faced compromises? In which the victim is always his own scapegoat! "In the conscience of the people, they beat a homestead and strangled it with stigma stamps, handing it to you as the title of loser, as an honor in the camp of innocent fools!"

    There were many, it was illegal for the pessimistic weekday, many were the self-destructive consciousness of ...

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    Among memories


      
        
      


    I watched him! He was there every day and stared with enchanting roe deer eyes, and there he always stepped one step in front of me, as if he were secretly leaning towards me: he was leaning gently on me with his amber curls and wishing for shelter beside me! "There's always some cracked vulnerability left!" The stern eyeballs were also amarra: Execution squads, murderers, examined the unfortunate speaker, while in his awkwardness he failed, failed, or somehow went down. "But where might He have looked, where did a burst of nimble clouds step?"

    In the emptied and worn summer maturation, his cold and warm atmosphere stretched his temper. Only loneliness is what left me with loyalty, as an acquaintance. Where a camp of preachers aged in the valley-cauldron of mountain giants represents moral values, as in their words faithful orator-prophets represent Unity daily!

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    The weight of everyday life


      
        
      


    Our neighbor roars at her pampered child again. the gray-knocked prison walls are still crackling and shaking. The constant bombardment of nerve pathways is already unbearable. From the shining saints of the stars to the continents of lanterns and lanterns, the dusty night shines.

    The little guy, with a hysterical, demanding mood, searches the wheel tracks of his missing bike like a magic tricycle that can fly him to the sky, but he only finds an aluminum floor worn into yellow parchment, an iron lattice drilled into the islands of panel elements! I would comfort a handkerchief or a pleasantly sour rubber bear so that the lost earth harmony could return again, and blue, red, yellow, green,

    delicious little taste-snacks, rolling down your small throat like a huge grab with my tiny hands in my bag! "But what I imagine is that the proud foundations of a possible friendship can...

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    I hurt in everything


      
        
      


    It's day again and again. My heart pounding and straining again, and every moment what existence obscures! The ancestral mercies of mercy are not yet reserved for me! Sometimes a rusty office door squeaks loudly, - the reading of names is heard aloud, in a silence pregnant with murder: the messengers, the philosophical nebulae, the green-eared ones go to execution in order.

    The patented buttons of a dressed-up, masquerade suit cracked over me in a cauldron of stifling heat when it came to testifying about the knowledge I had acquired, because one could hardly do anything else! “During the day, glass and crystal palace-shaped tear-balls rolled down like soft and gentle praying screams in the grooves of faces: the immortal vibration of fear artificially aged us to our humiliated moments. It’s as if the secret law of hopelessness on this planet is asking for admission - but n...

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    Towards mortal immortality


      
        
      


    I walked there in motionless minutes. Down there, captive to sand dunes, romantic sunset. Helios' proud sunny island smiled only to himself: sparkling and sparkling. And I secretly wanted to scream madly inside my heart into the crispy foams of the waves: Note the Sea that we can stand here in pairs with each other's One-hearts, clasped together like in that characteristic sigh-minute.

    We walked hand in hand in a budding universe. Somewhere I wanted to unravel the secret of his sad and bohemian lover, his unknown magic: How can he scout his sand-grained body with the kisses of waves while unspeakable harmony, otherworldly promise rages between them? “Your scorching sweet chestnut eyes revealed top-secret secrets, and you ran across the shore competing. The delicate strands of your amber hair were tangled in the wind!

    Did I soar? Did I imagine? Or am I just disappoi...

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    Fire-pulling Universe


      
        
      


    How much have I pondered - incomprehensible - and how much have I postponed? I can't catch it! I would say. With a true-proud and perhaps whimpering consciousness, to whisper only to the pure light atmospheres of my eyes, what thoughts, moods, emotions I cherished for Someone who gave up trampled on me. The happy fulfillment of the universe can be here on this earth two sparkling, fire-piercing eyes: a tiny dance of teeth, the body speech of tongues in the palate, in a system of organized tissues!

    And for in every kiss the elusive charm of immortality flares up; passions collide in the wake of heroic battles. The crease of lips and faces shreds each other after midnight! And in the end, each one breaks, hangs, and finally merges with the fulfilled universe again with united force.

    The shattered, sultry bars of the night melt into themselves, guarding the sleeper hard! - how ...

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    Fire-pulling Universe   


      
        
      


    How much have I pondered - incomprehensible - and how much have I postponed? I can't catch it! I would say. With a true-proud and perhaps whimpering consciousness, to whisper only to the pure light atmospheres of my eyes, what thoughts, moods, emotions I cherished for Someone who gave up on me by trampling. The happy fulfillment of the universe can be here on this earth two sparkling, fire-piercing eyes: a tiny dance of teeth, the body speech of tongues in the palate, in a system of organized tissues!

    And for in every kiss the elusive spell of immortality flares up; passions collide in the wake of heroic battles. The crease of lips and faces shreds each other after midnight! And in the end, each one breaks, hangs, and finally merges with the fulfilled universe again with united force.

    The shattered, sultry bars of the night melt into themselves, guarding the sleeper hard! - ...

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    Wounded reality


      
        
      


    Wounded eternity is on its way: you are stepping over the broken loneliness of the heart, sharing your pain only alone! Your skin is sore and cumbersome! As a child of Sisyphus with fear, he is dragging himself! He who has endured the existence of moments, the crap of humiliation is now helpless and hysterical! Guarded by innocence and now thirsting for sincerity - but he doesn't even know where he left himself!

    He was turned against him by foamy-mouthed, green-eyed devils, flattering contemporaries, greedy enviers - only his loneliness, his single handcuff uniqueness lasts forever: The last refuge that shares fertility and madness! He needs a purifying loneliness consciousness, a secret incognito Being! "This is how you walk with wounded eternity, cumbersome and half-naked at every step!"

    Words he faces cannot heal him, only selfless help! Something bias suddenly ...

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    Facial plasters


      
        
    Outside, tears are besieging his fragile facial plaster. But inside, in the ball-cosmos of eyes, in the spheres of retinas, the reality of sadness became more and more likely and vulnerable! As a careful survivor, we cherish the seeming pain and the ruins of emotions for a while, and yet we do not ask: Have we changed or stood up again? “One gem is pale, the other crystal carrying the treasure, the third glass palace, and all so fleeting and mortal. They work in the secret cavity catacombs of the body, the always living cell engines are biological particle molecules!

    People may once again melt into one in a sea of ​​pain. - Even those who have yet learned to respect the still rules of existence will remain alien in vulnerability, when the falling humanity of Reality will be revealed in the face of a shower of tears! Pain - not knowing where it comes from! However, at the metronome of secret stimulus...

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    Questionable emotion


      
        
      


    Wait for me again! Silently open your arms. It’s so nice to get lost in your flag-burning eyes now that I’ve long forgotten! You kept my head in the midst of your banging, purple bangs, and you cared my serenity to caress me caringly! As the caring mom evokes fear and the shadow of terrible goblins in the evening!
    The unquenchable universe of truth is scorched by the flames in this minute that we have both received as gifts. Above my face you are: A blessed-looking, full-smiled angel. The wings of your protective swan hand weave around the abundance of my oak shoulders, my hairy, prolific Enkidu chest weaves around like an amber tendril,

    s sudden! Wait for me! If you love don't go! The prison cell of the ancient loneliness has been let go, it will not let go. “I bathed with you when you were by my side in your infinite harmony, in your spacious sea-lap, which ...

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    Old-time


      
        
      


    Even maybe I didn’t even break up now that you executed me and threw me like a rag! You broke my heart, trembling for you. Even now, I may not have interrupted even now that in the time of your pressing need, I was the one who sacrificed you in consolation, and when final despair drove pearl balls in the trenches of your snow-white face, I was there for you and my consolation mixed with selflessness!

    Even now I am not used to perhaps seeing the betrayal of your kisses not meant for me, and yet without envy and jealousy I endured and hoped in you - maybe one day the consecrated vow of a juror will change! Tell me, my little fairy pup? Have you ever loved your son-in-law fool?
    Even now, I don't quite get used to the fact that it's just a dream, a fairy tale - a mere nonsense, and that deploying super bombers of your kind is just a general exercise, a game, and a pleasur...

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    Self-knowledg


      
        
      


    You said you knew me! Just look boldly at my humble abode: With the gradual orderliness and cleanliness arranged, you can't find any clues that I can sometimes speak to myself my vocal cords, a secret, inner room, with a strange mutter! My manuscripts and my mother can know my fleeting fads, my laughable rhymes - but only my mother knows me! A disciplined army of my folded feathers standing guarding may know the furry forest, the jungle bushes of my chunky hands, but really even they couldn't solve the eternal mystery about me: Why am I thirsting for loneliness, loneliness condemned to fertility?

    Even so, I still like the shady sides of incognito, and despite my great hall, I avoid being noticed! I am still researching, discovering in myself the essence and content that I thought was led away, but my inner being is the constant doubt and despair itself!

    I have countless ...

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    Fairy in a white apron


      
        
      


    You used to be a fairy in a white apron: charming and strong - you extended your arms of hope over the sufferers and victims, and you flew barefoot even in cold crypt shops: on the cornerstones of patinated universities! Oh, my angel! You remember? Your tiny soul trembled like a lily petal swallowed by a thorn, and your ever-increasing and faster pace hammered your immortal heart pounding

    a chirping, caressing word, “Honey! Honey!" "During the day, the consuming fire flared in your eyes, and when the dream drifted on your blessed head to promote your harmony," you stretched out your graceful, reed-slender limbs like a cat when it rubs and purrs to win your wish!

    Your laughter was an ambrotic universe to me. You have faithfully and faithfully restrained your uncontrolled Pegasus, and you have sat on the bareback - the majestic Artemis body of Amazon. I listen...

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    Sketch season


      
        
      


    Now it's still a warm, lukewarm daze.
    Dressed in a morgue, getting the gray sky. clouds of cotton candy vented out of themselves the broken drops of their grief. The late-zigzagging injection needle tips of lightning do not split: Although ominous breezes still explode, they secretly pop up here and there.

    The unchanging buzz of the end of summer ripens on the branches. Autumn kisses its green scaly fires with its imit-amott flames: their bodies are threatened by the price of digestive fire! Beyond that on the Mountain of Birds rest three balding aggastyan kings: and their mountain ranges are gently and veinily connected like tired and limp muscles on the barren surfaces of their bodies.

    Now everything is, can and will be! - It is a happy consciousness of safe satisfaction. I have nothing but my self-conscious hope of forcibly pulling me out of the mud and setting it ...

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    Uncertain guesswork


      
        
      


    I see as an accomplice, have you ever been able to listen? you thought to yourself overwhelmingly, proudly, “What can this worthless willow cub want? Even that immortal kisses and the nectars of idyllic laurels? What nonsense is that again ?! ” "I didn't dare take my lips to magical, complimenting words," he was afraid I knew, I'd scare you for good!

    The bewitched Moment of Fate gifted me, and then he was suddenly captivated, he took me far: Maybe if we became the cuddly grandmothers and grandfathers of the School of Life, we might still run into each other in the great abundance! "I couldn't even say one last word to you: And now it's not just the usual 'how am I?' - bagatell's question rides in my head, why did I collect misguided minutes, idyllic gazes

    shreds? I already know: The determined will boasted in me that would h...

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    The prosperity of Existence


      
        
      


    I have survived the full steady pace of my life! The treasures of smells, wonders, and emotions evaporated behind me — doing nothing as it would have seemed through the eyes of others: The tiny cells of the unknown existence were influenced by molecules. My swarm-toddler's turn of the century was watched by women, as they later leveled my school-lesson career — I was able to go to their safety once and for all: my spirit could finally be aware of and marvel at the formula of the anthill of the world,

    however, the remaining order is like the molasses tutyimutyism! I hid among the shadows unnoticed, unmoved. With my inner eye, I measured the bizarre message exchanges of immortal kisses: every tangled, exhausted tiny coal challenge generated real emergency challenges, like when nuclear nuclei split.

    I am ashamed of a lot of my mistakes and mistakes for so much - tha...

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    For Her


      
        
     
    A tiny home of a walnut shell that shines in your eyes. Calm in your arms and happily, I would have driven my stray head to sleep - you kept every moment of miracles, magic between your two swan hands like the sparks of the Universe! you dared to dream of immortal fulfillment - while I was held captive by the shackles of cowardice: you could not let me go! You raised your lily head toward me. Your gaze thirsted for goodness, honesty, as the only forgivable

    excuse me before lies! The magic of your face, the self-sacrificing will, was beyond everything I could perceive, discover! You became a miserable pain that lingered in yourself, and you asked yourself every day: How long? How many earthly minutes can I tolerate people's envious spit,

    swear words to hated wickedness? You were a redemption that extends its angel wings to escape to the only recesses in the world! Even in self-sacrifice, you ...

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    Rewritten fate


      
        
      


    Only the gaze laughed out of heaven, with the merry music of sparrows, message to the heart. Only two fragile hands that touch it with care will comfort you when you need it! Just an immortal smile that promises the Universe and then offers you its fruits of Eden! He promised with the appearance of uncertainty while Everything was himself!

    There was: A brilliant rainbow to drive an overcast cloud sky out of the chimneys of my head and to expand the vast prison boundaries of trust around us! What a happiness I liked: It was an empty loss of eye light, and it was possible that only grief grew bottomless ditches!

    There is only one sure point left: Mutual self-deception, false consciousness. "Tell me, honey?" do you still love me? ” My pounding heart whispered to him. "Better than anything in the world!" The gracious, false words were still a little poisone...

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    XXI. century panorama


      
        
      


    I saw wild, human-hearted animals roaring in the filth of filthy crumbs of the crumbs of discarded chips-bags, - of the infected carcasses of garbage cans, and I thought the Order was now dictated by wolf laws. Miserable human wreckage did not understand what might have happened to them: They also took away the order of begging humility!

    Humiliating each other to the ground, chanting motherly curse words, they cut their ugly words into each other’s eyes - while spitting themselves out too! They are still saving their stranded shipwrecked lives, their own recyclable waste bungalows. But there are those who have become messengers among them and its outburst is foolishly impossible. He jumps on a bridge, he thinks, all-shift firefighters are just bringing down: A new world of precious human life!

    A few more stand next to him and comfort him, “Don't be discouraged bu...

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    In the ravine of waves


      
        
      


    Waves, waves: The sailor is rocking with their dreams, and the living one who was not swallowed by Atlantis! Bikini amazons, sea goddesses stepping out of sea foam boil my blood like the words of dreams. They hope for romantic compliments. Ditches, valleys, gaps open as gates to the doors of the Sea: The ancestral philosopher!

    Grumbling raging cemetery, lover licking the hips of rocks southbound! Chewing on the broken crumbs of memories, I like tiny moments of what’s left. The knife tip of the volcano of the sun still hurts my blistered skin: insomnia greets me every time the nightingale light looks at me!

    Carefully I dare to just lubricate: Struggling with my increasing oxygen deficiency helps me in my fear of death; warns of dangers by flying bubbles that call for existence. And every footprint ever immortalized by immortal emotions into the home of desert sand dunes bec...

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    Wandering eyes


     


      
        
      
    What a fertile serenity. Maybe a time of immortal fulfillment, that’s why he’s so content. Harmonious move here now. cherished unnecessary activity as a caring parent of Time! - We're still here; in the realized immortality of the Universe, imprisoned, in each other's hearts, in their consciences.

    Walled in the prolific tunnels of our blood vessels. - It's unnecessary to talk here, it's not appropriate. Then come the gray-worn everyday, - voices enviable and jealous of our happiness. Just living for each other, hoping; to forget the Heaven of Existence - the most important moral act: To live and appreciate love, to live as long as possible!

    How many hopeless, transient moments chewing on the eternity of error: more and more certain can be given by the unconditional oath of allegiance of a given emotion! The pounding messages of hearts li...

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    For you

    
      
        
       


    You haven't looked at me for a long time! Now you lived more for yourself and your family! Who in the time of earthly afflictions you were a lily-valiant, now a mother or a successor to the next throne. "Because there is still an unfortunate, clumsy, chubby son with whom and jokes and jokes could still be pursued freely - and his selfless, loving compliments were his innocent little attitudes, the main ones being good, humble."

    tact. In the distance of the earth, you cheered my soul out with your mischievous laughter, you let me worship you in self-sacrifice. And now, among the junk alleys of my memories, I think of you in front of me! Who is your hair-slender body, your fragile lily hand, now blessing your self-luck with blessing that it can be with you?

    To your fragile swan hands, who with their velvet caresses have forgotten all the dangers of the earth, now who has poured rich tears of joy? "I ca...

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    Bird mountain


      
        
      


    My feet are swaying to the extermination next to the bird-mountain, studded with the rivets of surgical scars, where the old forest once dreamed of an even fuller and calmer harmony, a happy fulfillment: At most a grumpy bush, if you look at me! Offended, pregnant Sisyphean gorge resumes their orphaned tears with offended clouds: Abandoned, heavenly continents. Twilight's red blood kiss is still haunted by a dying, pisla sundial!

    Semi-rich pasture, half-built concrete Atlantis — plenty. I continue to walk and take my feet, the attention that has moved far away involuntarily wanders, and it hovers here and there in the shadows of pasts: I have seen a beautifully decorated celebratory girl. There was an immortal emotion on his red lips, like a ripe and irrevocable cherry!

    But now, like me, the departing one is moving away, because he himself is certainly a conflict avoid...

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    Loss of personality   


      
        
     Turning inward, you just look, you don’t see yourself inward. Chasing the ring tooth of an idyllic daydream, into the memories of lived events in childhood, into an unchanging past, among the blunders of your futility; you dwell there, who can whisper to you the caressing words of your conscience!

    You see cheerful, bouncing players around you - all breaking the rules, you imagine yourself: It could be Order in the midst of clutter! And the others didn't even guess your secretly flattening helper - tell me, where did he go ?!

    You hold your individual, selfish hope to yourself, if you keep them so you cherish your emotions! Your heart trembles when you have to decide responsibly, so you ask them and what they murmur into the gaping shells of your ears, you can even decipher it, you can pour it into words like a hermit saying a message, a silent prophet in apostasy - you fight with opinions,

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    Overall


      
        
      
    Time is over my head: It is leaking from the expelled universe. Everything is so homely above the cauldron captivity of valleys in a small house; sadness, like a dead ball of tears, otherwise falls more easily, dripping more and more while it hits the ground. "I greeted me with a one-of-one consciousness of happiness: I could not kiss the immortal footsteps of your feet out of cowardice!"

    And yet thousands of agonies tormented me, and the prey of heifers became my orphaned soul! A goddess I haven't seen in a long time now I don't know where she stumbles, lurks, curious after me - we kept immortal drums together while we folded our hands together! - To the bottomless well; into our selves as sinful recidivists, we fell back because we ourselves were afraid of the Truth

    patinated halls. And only in secret, so the dele of my life slipped away like a mild summer shower: it ca...

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    You won't save me!


      
        
     And then, in that unspeakable, superstitious, at once frightening temper: The biological current of immortality crashed into our bodies like the lightning-giant mountain giants of lightning. Then my two vibrating and seeing pupils began to ram and vibrate silently, the heartbreaking prayer “send heart to heart”! Hair dumplings pinched the jungle of my chest and pierced with the spikes of your bush

    their rosy, believing faces tickled, but you didn't mind! Love made you obsessed, and you would have traveled to the stars if you knew you could still find Him there, you could reach Him! - Wavy, gentle amber tendrils stretched into raven-night silence like fishermen throwing a net:

    They could keep and encircle the prey: Hairy boy-animal! Infected with half-heartedness! "You have gracefully driven your marble neck over my shoulders, your idyllic daydreams have opened New Worlds to me."...

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