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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

    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! 

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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! 

    The digital nomad generation of the future wi...

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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.

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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. 

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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.

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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. 

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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. 

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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!"
          
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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!
          
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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!
          
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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 b