FALLING BEING SEQUENCES
Behind me, the outlines of the beginning Summer are already visible on the emerald-colored trees. I carry in the ancient cave of my breast the ticking minute of the atomic bomb, which may perhaps be equal to the last judgment. The light-germs of visions are fading in me, and I still can hardly understand whether I was a regular passenger-guest passing through this globe, or just a tolerated Stranger?! It is like a map of veins in bodies, and the uncertain Fate, which no one can know, runs through it.
My life is already empty like a bucket, the thirsty time has come. The law of the world urges him to go far, just like most restless wanderers, who do not yet know where, where - but set off on a long, distant journey alone. How suddenly the terrible loneliness of orphanhood appears in my eyes.
Being in infinite Time is nothing more than someone who looks up at the sarcastic facts of everyday life. then it falls into the dug cesspools of ravines. I c...
BUS THEORY
The thought of a bus
The ride and comfort
The force of exhaust
Run and chase
Exhaust blown in your face
Wheels maneuvering over the open road
A solid glance of behold
Journeying transit or motor coach
You take the vote
The Driver at the wheel
Road safety for real
The Bus Stop
Destination granted
If there was no bus, there wouldn’t be movement
Buses come and go
That’s the way it is you know
Buses in vintage saw
All one can say is galore
Bus Theory
The concept is ride
What travel provides
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UNFULFILLED PHRASES
I will fall into a bottomless abyss into eternal night.I've lived so much to be afraid of... Don't add to my agonizing fears.My heart is pestering lm lying in wait is vulnerability equal to annihilation if the grown-up cannot strike back?! On agonizing nights, even the bravest would make a mockery.I have been deceived a few times in the matter of promises, yet I remain a naive bona fide teenager.
I know suckers and losers could be better, and that's what I've dedicated my ever-fearful little life to.And what we are forced to do is present and future life. And though the man-animal often betrays himself by pretending, lying, and abusing evil-alato - I cannot put up with just how certain death is.I cry out to the leftover intellect for fool's gold the world cannot be trusted!
I would like to ask friends to talk about the uncertain fate, if it exists: send some secret, apocryphal sign into my life, which makes the hard, burdensom...
A TROUBLED SOUL
Oh, you pitiful, foolish soul! Prodigal, brooding, brooding like a hunted wild animal, you are forced to run away and hide every day. The unspeakable, experiential instinct, brooding telepathy of our words - all those who have long been tired of the incessant babbling, sputtering babbling, senseless failures would be looking for you!
We would only quench our thirst in your insight into what our innocent being was forced to eat. Interest and treachery hide everything from us now. Like stateless, movable toy dolls, we can only linger in the shadows of uncertain tomorrows. Fearing the rampant evils of the powerful, or the maximum sentence of inhumanity, which the man blinded by his greed would measure out to us, risking our life as a waste in exchange for certain profits.
Oh soul! Don't leave the errant vacillating and wounded weaklings in our conscience yet - sooner or later the persecutor who attacks the other with hyena claws will ...
WITCH WARS
Battles of the world
Powers of incantations
Flight of Broomsticks
Evil on the minds
Witches brew with a broth
Human stew
Witches sleuth
Determined with desire
The pot full of fire
Witches with no remorse
Revenge and more revenge
Battles to win
Worlds to transcend
Transform
No Fiddle Faddle
Incantations disappear
Witches in and out
SOUL DESERTS
The Man is Lost The heart within the boundaries of the skin screams in rebellion, because it can hardly do anything else; his inaction is suffocating. He hides in an environment of intoxicants because he is lost because his heart is roaring, but only the mind can guess who made a mistake? But only two hearts: Body and Shadow, as if two eternal friends would hold hands in times of trouble so that they could help selflessly. Coagulated blood begins to bubble from the wound.
Like migratory birds sitting on a tightrope, ready for the journey, the appointed years hover over my head and guess which one will go sooner? I am shocked to see what my peers have become, has the millstone-Life crushed us so much?! I contemplate my fate in them, oh, our time is running out, and death nods approvingly above them. When a thought breaks through the monomaniacal self-goal and makes you self-accuse; did it make sense to confess your love to the soul, kneeling down to see if ...
THANK YOU
Thank you Lord, I live
It was affirmative
Tomorrow was no finale
I was granted live
Testimonial for the world to see
Life’s wonders that surrounded me
There was plenty of doubt
The impossible proved moving about
Tomorrow directed on continuous
To some people, it makes them furious
Actually serious
Nonetheless, I live
Blessing gave
Faith uplifted
Thank you
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REBELS BURNING FROM WITHIN
Learning from the example of unlucky travelers, I have never tried to enter those cities whose walls are staring at each other, whose fences are a multitude of words impaled next to each other. I never wanted to look, hiding behind the eyes, in such a way that the law of double trust did not exist between the contracting parties as equals. I always came on the waves of a baby's cooing, and I staggered like a demented person who can only rarely be understood. My years are rotting in the sap-smelling loneliness. Fat Stroman ponds are Greek for donkey's ladder-On the thrones of lives that take root.
Why is it that we want something big every moment? Alas, our dreams are turned into words with a good ringing sound by one or two lurking and scrambling positions! Twenty-first century you roaring twenty-first century.
The afternoon is already standing above me with extended wings. Time flows through me like a cool stream...
I DO NOT UNDERSTAND
I cannot understand those for whom inactivity, smiling, wild-eyed idiocy is sweet, ecstasy intoxication, strait-jacket stupor. In Eden's paradise, sipping beer, languishing in indifference, and doing nothing in the manner of a slave. The expressionless, baby smile of indifferent, yet worldly days; value-wasted, stupid intellect.
The exploding inactivity of deliberately relaxed bearing brains, the frivolous flouting of interests, the existence of some swamp-smelling sea-bottom mud; don't worry about what you have left to yourself, because it is still enough for others. Idle indifference is different, because for me even seeming inaction is an eternal spur to action! With his question-and-answers, he interweaves the world with his everyday information as a thoughtful newscaster. For me, the smiling idiocy is a shipwrecked consciousness floundering in the chasms of frivolity; where saws and raw materials were deliberately run out so that an...
HAZARD PECH SERIES
Objects lie around me like a sleeping flock. This is the concentrated silence of embodied thoughts, the silence after creation, and it is almost touching, as if the first and last flames of dawn light up the dirty horizon. Only the opposite mirror has a separate life in the room. I consider him an all-knowing sage who watches my days - and squints. I am unable to truly feel at home in the changing mirror of irreversible eyes. In millstone-grinding weekdays, sleepless-eyed men, women, old places, early morning walkers walk, gaping gates, throats yawn, the street is endless, barren bridges, houses sway. The shoreless dawn calls out to its victims.
I'd rather lean my shoulder against a door jamb and win one; I despise tricky complications. Everything has an internal law, be it antecedent or effect. The outer glaze is knocked off by the inner Spirit and my judgment cools inside me, the convulsions of my anger loosen. I would forgive everyone with my kindne...