As Simple As ABC

love is all you need
and then you can bleed
die in the everlasting agony;
what you thought was hard like mahogany
turns to dust so fast
and hardly ever does last
till death will part
so, let's get back to the start
where it all begun
cause In the long run
I know we will win
we defeated the original sin
so why not conquer the hearts
or, maybe, let's go and play some darts
as love is eternal it burns from the insides
washes the shore with high tides
nowhere to run though the road is wide
it will get you like Jekyll and Hyde
all you need is love
it will punch your heart with a boxing glove
and knock you out, stars will you see
it's as simple as ABC

Not for Me

with books on my head
like with heads
that contemplate
upon souls
but that's not me - the holy one
just pressed with dreams
off my rocker by opening here and there
no, for me, not for me
old coating
old duvets
stinking with your virginity

Good Night Poem

Hear me out!
The night has come,
oh, at least for some,
in the middle of the world.
With the dreams unfurled
I lay my head on a pillow,
count to ten and sit under a willow
with a panflute I tune myself stories
of what most bothers me and worries.
Can you feel the oozing snake
that comes out of my feelings lake?
Sweat comes out of it's mouth,
it bites and burns out of the deep south
and I wish in my aching heart
to fear it when it tears me apart.
I make myself scream but no sound comes out,
as it is beyond any doubt
that I'll die tonight, my sugar cane,
to feel tomorrow the pain again.
the song so clear, begins to fade,
my burning heart calls fire brigade
and I just weep to put out the fire,
but that's not enough, it gets higher and higher,
so I just wait here and play my melody blue,
till you come and give me the clue.
Please, bring some smile in a red pill,
yet, don't come in, leave it on a window sill.
I might get scared and break my own heart -
some call it the falling art.

What If I Wasn't Afraid to Ask

I pick white holes in it
I tread with my chilled to the marrow hands
on the flatlands of your lips
and I couldn’t stop marvelling
at the moves of your shoulders
so close yet so far
muse of my shortened days
the winter will be over some day
and the world will grey become again
as this all I just imagine
in my head it was born
and it won't for real happen
no matter how much will I flex
and torn the world on the left side

...Pretending

down on my knees
above the trees
you will be left behind
your words are blind
you think you've gone so far
in your convertible car
I know the last cut
to make your eyes shut
is the deepest
like your joke - the cheapest
that's the effect
of your future perfect
I will have loved
and pushed and shoved
well I used to stand in a queue
with my own world view
wishing you opened your heart
delighted with my culinary art
but all I got was you turning into god
making me feel a bit odd
like a slave to his master
oh, if only I knew it'd be such a disaster
some said it was a sign
right there it came down from the sky
you've become a cytomegalovirus
and me? I am so desirous
of being loved and to love
but I am just tired of...

Coax Me out of My Love

you asked me
what do I want here?
I just came for my contract 
I said
with the devil herself
why not me
why am I not the one
that you want to be glued to 
for the rest of your days
till death will us part
I am just sitting here
crying lighting  whole day
waiting for a spin of my propeller 
which won't reel 
as I can't get it started on my own
so pay me a visit some time
promise you will
as soon as possible it's urgent
I crave for your words mind and 
I crave for you to touch me and 
kiss my back and stroke my skin and 
tell me how much you love my hair 
my lips my neck my breasts my arse
your eyes
the beautiful eyes I could look into
whole day long and I could die
watching them boy

(for P.)

Exhaled

you are out of my life
like a cigarette smoke
inhaled and tasted
sweet words you threw
out of breath for a short while
almost fainted
so good was your taste
but that was your mistake
which you realized fast
it was not you
who was admired
as you were inside
doing the inside job on my heart
time flew by
you started to taste bitter
I started to choke

and the addiction started to rot my guts
so I exhaled you
it stank like mud
and the flies gathered around their master
I exhaled you
you vanished like the smoke
I know you want me to fight
but I won't play your game any more
no more you in my life
you left a bruise and run
the bruise will heal
and you will be left alone

I Wouldn't Eat the Filthy Motherfucker

we both don't know each other
I suppose you might be my father
when you feed me with white lies
try as much you want, it's nice
but I wouldn't eat the filthy motherfucker
and I don't need no succour
the expansive nature of truth
that doesn't come from the wisdom tooth
culture is the suggestion
but you keep on asking rhetorical questions
it's just something that we do
asking just the same out of the blue
are you good sunshine? how are you?
yeah, yeah, see ya later and screw you
we don't speak honestly just the bullshit
the full of empty calories blah blah blah banana split
I may be blind to look and see
but you don't care about me
your own nose is what you love
your own words returned from my face 
you catch into your massive batting glove
and I could go on and on like this but just in case
I stop to smoke a sig
and watch how you dig

at me every chance you get

I bet

you already mutter under your breath

words louder than the speech of Macbeth

Stuck in the System

I am not a snowflake
am filling my head 
with swagga which 
I never had 
probably god the opinionated demiurg 
behind his desk
left it in the cupboard
while counting my
not yet committed
sins
and I'm really horny right now
probably will stuck myself in the system
god is just a woman
who tends to question me
without giving me reasons
no matter what I do
I go to heaven or hell
probably both if she has
her premenstrual syndrome

Good Love

Question

you know -
you asked me one day
when I was on the cloud nine
when I was lying on my couch
when I was stroking my hair
when I was reading the latest Llosa's book
the one I bought myself on Valentines
the ones you forgot about
the ones you forgot about me
the ones you dumped me down the drain
the ones you kicked through the window
the ones you phoned me
in the middle of the night
when I was drunk-stoned
telling me that you feel the
predilection for cock or pussy
that doesn't count
as long as you can stick
your mojo and feel the cosiness
- what I am thinking about
my dearest
my prettiest
my only one?

yes, I replied
all in tears
crying a waterfall
in my anticipation


you never replied
my ideal
my never here never was

I’ve Got Your Number

I rest now

in my office
on the fifth floor
lay my hands on my knees
watch you bustle about my mind
while sipping Starbucks coffee
why would you sip
a Starbucks coffee
while I've already made
an aromatic coffee by myself
should I drink it alone
the two cups that now stand 
on my coffee table
don't say you forgot
don't pretend to care
and don't you feel sorry
I’ve got your number
and all my boys said
you won't get her numbers
now I am saying nothing

My Little Screwdriver. For Marta F.

Simon Says

Simon says
write a letter
with 100% pure orange juice
do it out of spite
just because
and watch the lovimps
wonder back and forth
through your room
and the orange pulp spatters
splat splat splat
onto the broken walls of your heart
the puddles become orange
while you write a letter
and the lovimps are orange
pretty, orange, or rather grapefruitty
because such a colour exists
it is written in wise books
and I know where the lovimps come from
the pretty scents the sweet pulps
the various colours and flavours


that is bad
don't do that
or you get burnt
Simon says


and now
Simon says
gently clap your hands
into the first pretty face
you see in the street
do it fast
smash it hard
so the Simon says
watch it bend
watch it turn
inside out with a cute
pain expression

this is what
love is all about
now repeat
Simon says

Let's Face the Truth

How do I love is none of your business
and I just don't care
if you love me or hate me,
as long as you
don't get up my nose.
When the love is gone
I sit in my arm chair
and smoke some weed -
unnerves me like a good song
and let me forget about
problems, dilemmas, emotional blackmail.
Love is just a dialogue,
you can't survive on ice cream
and it will never be the same.
Evolve, revolve and turn yourself
inside out and upside down
that is what we are meant to be.
Truly unloved - impossible,
but impeccable
like your impecunious language;
even the haters
love in their lust.
Now all I can do is to
welcome you to
Nobody Cares;
population: 6 billion.

Time Is Money

metafictionally speaking
I've travelled through
all the time zones today
seven dimensions of breath
I think fast as time is money
inhale your exhales
and it appears that
who I thought was me
was not me at all
lost in the thick juice
of your thoughts
that I will never
be able to comprehend
the roar of hearts
reactionary defensiveness
and counter intelligence
mother nature is furious
but out of chaos comes order

Drowning Angel

I used to run
run for my life
clamber up greasy walls
no way I look around
to seek the fear of fast forward
I was chased by
I never knew what
I hear your words blast out
you said I was just a one night stand
do control your feelings
or at least try to
it doesn't make me
want you more
when you slobber all on me
your every empty-headed
glance you shoot my way
terrifies me and makes me wonder
is that me who acts gullible
or you are that rotten

Stupid Rule of Thumb

I was waiting there for a hour
standing like an ivory tower
in the middle of the street
where we were supposed to meet.
All the girls were passing me by;
some of them even said: hi!,
looked at me licking lips with relish-
it gave me a gooseflesh - felt hellish
as I was standing there for an hour,
watching the girls with devour,
waiting for you to come
in a stupid rule of thumb.

You never came.
It's always the same.
I don't care any more
so fuck you and your back door.
I cried a river over you,
I'd rather die of swine flu
than hear more of your shit stew.
So now you say, in days of glory,
that you want me back and you are sorry?
Please, you just want me back
because I've got the latest iMac.
No more hanky panky,
no more calling me Frankie.
While I'm becoming better
you can write me a letter
saying you're my greatest fan.
Go, fry your tits on a frying pan.
Now you'll be crying rivers
covered in cold shivers
at your rotten sperm bank
with a guy named Frank.

new age hero

the dog
ten feet tall
in high heels
a red stripped tail
comes out of an alley
high voltage coming out of it's mouth
filled with nail teeth

cats eloping with mice
run like hell
all the way from dust bins
to the cosy bed of your dreams

the dog
ten breaths from your face
in a slow motion
mov
es
clos
er
and
clos
er
to
your pretty
face

just one bite
one small bite
like a touch
of butterfly wings
a soft revelation
coming out of the dog's
pus oozing jaws
and
your face
is not there

you can now stop worrying
about wrinkles that
a minute ago covered it
you can save money
on cosmetics creams and make-ups
sit at your desk
and take up
inventing conveniences
to help the faceless

focus

got nothing more to say
because have drifted away
pulled in to shore
nothing more to score.

so... why bother
who'd need the words
sentences would rather
unfurl in two thirds
roam in their own pace
whenever they could
spreading destruction and disgrace
making themselves misunderstood
in a manner of speaking
so frenzied and hectic
making apoplectic leaking
from the heart of a storm
you call thoughts swarm
and without thinking
squirt it into a stinking
purulent vein
and do it all over again

break me

I roam the streets
walk on by
sneak like a cat
with swollen balls
scummed all over
I want you to break me
I roam the pavements
clubs and pubs
gore them with my gaze
I want you to take me up
I am a gung-ho
the orgy within
with my tongue on my knees
looking for a friendly fuck
better be good by fuck frenzy
the final talent for fucking spree
I want you to throw me away

*

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*

***

plagiarism in my head

plagiarism in my head
how I wish I was dead
all the words already spoken
every rhyme before me broken
I'm not a Shakespeare nor the Orwell
and every phrase just rings a bell
I am lost between the lines
my voice doesn't stand out nor it shines
it's as plain and simple as the snow
on this crazy puppet show
what can I do to make it good
tell me what might would or could
make my words outspoken
not soaked with your token?

Been Busting Rhymes in the Shower

Been busting rhymes in the shower
standing under cold water for an hour.
The lust in me was burning
and it was very concerning
that the water evaporated 
and a thick mist was created
while it touched my skin.
Oh, I thought in my sin,
what would happen if I stopped rhyme busting,
in the manner so disgusting,
for a second or two;
would the water turn to glue,
would I be standing there, at the shower
for more than my happy hour?
Standing at the shower thinking
with my mind slowly shrinking,
as the lust decreased dramatically.
I was feeling ecstatically,
and now I'm pissing on myself
as the cold water hits my back.

addiction

grab
my hand.
no need to
be afraid. as long
as I am near, you
can close your eyes and you
can trust me in the unconditional rush
of chemistry into the innocent head of yours.
my dearest, I will protect you from
the clear perception of the facts.
I will guide you and
you belong to me
now and that
is a
fact.

I'd Spoon You

I'd spoon you
in myself
on the
bed
that we would
lie
you covered
with the warm
fluff of my thoughts
with a calm smile
on your soul
fulfilled
in
the blink of an eye
we are so near
wish
wish upon
a rainbow that
there is a day we met
a simple ordinary day
nothing special
no birds
singing
like
London
Orchestra
no people like in
New Year's Eve joy
just the two of us
the perfect
connection
no rush
no
worries
a perfect circle
of me and you spooned
in me on the bed
that we
would
lie

***

night is here
full of fear
all the freaks
will now bubble and squeak
in my ear
message clear
you're not unique
your passion is weak
and you're a queer
heart pierced with a spear
go to sleep
and we will creep
into your mind
make you blind
never again will you find
what you left behind
we will make sure
there'd be no cure
so become inure
as you'll be forever insecure

Autumn Dream

The rain is coming
The streets are empty
It's getting darker
And the street lamps turn off the dusk

Lull before the storm pervades the dark land
The flashes in the sky begin the dead night
Rainy day
Rainy night
Autumn dream
Melted into the darkness

Tear drops flow on the ground
Rustling
Trees and flowers in the wind rhythm
Shake
Autumn dream
Melted into the darkness

***

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IAU

Inside you hive

Around your heart
Desperate I am
Of love I dream
Right on the inside of us
Every cell of our thoughts

You wrap in powdery snow
Only you I want
Undone I come

by the way

this is
you're so cruel
a poem
more than me
for the deaf
I'm so young
nobody echoes
and beautiful
between the lines
come a little bit closer
no letters lie
just a track in the line
beside the ditch
I'm holdin the noose

I know the sun
is hot
I got my
ears burned
on your
sweet
soft
and horny
with which
you poisoned
the every me
swallow and chew
eat me alive
all of me food
that hasn't gone deaf

I got what was
and I want
to take
what's left
the one you hide
is safe for the deaf
mistake you've made
can be reversed
I saw you coming
so low round my neck
I heard not a thing
you infiltrate and forget
no word will cure
what's lost in me
no verse will save
what's left in me
I would beg
swallow and chew
I would plead
eat me alive
I would shake
between the lines
on a hook
I'm in you
dangling
you're in me
by the way

blocade

Can't write, read nor comprehend
A thing happened that I don't understant
A road block in my head
That makes me see Venetian red
I've got written on my face: enough, fair,
Sweaty hands, greasy hair
You are my drug, a hard drug
The soft drugs constantly bother my jug
You are my drug, a perfect drug
Without you I curl up like a dog
Beaten with a jack plug

It's so easy to believe

It's so easy to believe
That if enough magic you have,
You can put a spell on a man
And turn him into a tree
But what for?
He'll rustle in fact.

It's so easy to believe
That love has a blindfold
On it's blind eyes,
Absolves from all harms.
One I know for sure:
You don't love because.

It's so easy to believe
That the forest's despair has a face.
The crown will fall
From the head swelling with wisdom, but
Is too small for the world.

It's so easy to believe
That will die, in the midst of colours,
The one to redeem
The whole world but not his own;
With rage against violation.

It's so easy to believe
That the better of two evils
Justifies the means,
But the punishment will get you
Before the black will turbid the white.

It's so hard to believe
That from a surface as clean as a whistle
An evil stronger than mankind
Can emerge, or so they say,
To reach the bottom in them.

one of two

one me sleeps like a baby
second me like screams in the middle of the night
one like closed door
second like eyes full of power

one me smells like meadows
blooming orchard white apple flower
second me mouldy sweat
dirt and dust
the crap that sticks to hands

like a daydream
dream or not
my will is heavenly desire
the two sit in me
either wants to be the one
win with heaven
conquer hell
alter ego

honey here and there

I wish to have you
the plush you
moss here and there
would trail like a carpet
fragrant as your nape
soft as your smile

I wish to have you
the satin you
tulle here and there
and silver moon's thread
navy-blue river glitters
everything quivers

I wish to have you
the mint you
honey here and there
golden amber
is the colour of your feet
on my head

and
here I stand
right in the middle
of the same room
I stood for almost 26 years
all doors wide open
and eyes closed
and I must
make up my mind
decide on
opt for
while I choose not to choose
and to deceive myself
that I have a choice

but
all those doors
look the same
and you leave me no choice
but to stand here
right in the middle of the room
with a shotgun pointed right
into
my
head
and you want me to choose
select
pick
right here
right now
in this single moment
or you will shoot me
right in my face

and I imagine how your faces
grin in a mysterious smile
as you see my head
blow all over the room
leaving written on the walls
all the pain and suffering
I have to go through
right now
when you make me
make up my mind
choose
opt for
decide on

you
you
or you

how can I decide
if I love the three of you
at the same time?

a poem about decline

sweetheart
soon instead of
string pants you will have 
mulch and mould on your ass
you feel that the old is going by
has gone by
wax is death
in a small little cute pink bottle
you still try to put on your legs
to look like a queen
a drag queen I would say
stop hurting yourself
you cannot help it
and no matter how much makeup
you will put on the wrinkled face of yours
the wrinkles will be there
and the reek of antiquity
sticks to you like a leech
the new is still not there
there's only you
the four walls
and a poem about decline

I'm awful at drawing

I suppose
I am in love with you
more than you
really like me
Though
I might be wrong
I am not
sure about it
and I wish
I was blind
yes
I should be blind

I think
I am in love with you
more than you
say you like me
as you are on my mind
softly walking it
from ear to ear
leaving gentle thoughts
as you cross my mind

Though I saw you just once
I drew a picture of you
never before
did I take a pencil to draw
and I learned
a thing about myself
it was absolutely gorss
I'm awful at drawing

I can't get to sleep

I can't get to sleep
though my brain's already off
aaaaaaaaa
I swear my thoughts a thousand time
aaaaaaaaa
let me let me
knock on your door set ajar
I can't get to sleep

swallow me love

I close my eyes, but I still see you
noooooooo
I can't stop thinking about you
noooooooo
let me go
let me go
you dreadful dream don't make e blue
spit me out spit me out
you cursed dream don't fuck with me
as something is going to happen

spit me out love

let me let me
knock on your door set ajar
I can't get to sleep

how I hate ignorants

are you still tough enough?
sounds like you were breaking
you just make me laugh
I see your knees are shaking
your voice so strong a minute ago
my viciousness is like spanking
don't you teach me what I already know
and I know it better than you can picture
did I cross the line
I wait here on the border for your stricture
I am very clearly defined
so please stand at ease
and don't try to misinterpret the reality
in your green monkey disease
get away from my actuality 
and don't even try to find what you lack in most - the sensuality.

usb port

oh my head
is all wet
didn't dream
puffs the steam
tryes to hide
subdivide
serious thought
quickly caught
into pieces
small policies
that would rule
with april fool
your childish mind
so very blind
not suspecting
the reconnecting
the pretty you
pas de deux
your last resort
to my usb port