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George G. Asztalos is an infrarealistic writer, poet and graphic painter, former reporter at regional newspapers in Transylvania, based in Tg. Mureș, Romania.
Author of "The New Infrarealist Manifesto", on sale as eBook on Amazon, iTunes and other sites.
Author of the paperback book of poetry called "Zoon Poetikon", (2009) of "!nfraRouge", (2014) and "Mi se ulise" (2016), all published in Romania.
Author of the E-book called "The Hidden Thoughts of Dracula ", a collection of aphorisms in English language.
Author of "Sexymental" a collection of short stories and aphorisms, in Romanian language, also available as eBook.
Also author of caricatures with the Kindle Comic eBook called "The Kidnaping of Europe",available on Amazon.
Published in poetry anthology group books like „The most beautiful poems of the year” in 2014.
Author page: https://www.amazon.com/author/george.g.asztalos
George G. Asztalos is an infrarealistic writer, poet and graphic painter, former reporter at regional newspapers in Transylvania, based in Tg. Mureș, Romania.
Author of "The New Infrarealist Manifesto", on sale as eBook on Amazon, iTunes and other sites.
Author of the paperback book of poetry called "Zoon Poetikon", (2009) of "!nfraRouge", (2014) and "Mi se ulise" (2016), all published in Romania.
Author of the E-book called "The Hidden Thoughts of Dracula ", a collection of aphorisms in English language.
Author of "Sexymental" a collection of short stories and aphorisms, in Romanian language, also available as eBook.
Also author of caricatures with the Kindle Comic eBook called "The Kidnaping of Europe",available on Amazon.
Published in poetry anthology group books like „The most beautiful poems of the year” in 2014.
Author page: https://www.amazon.com/author/george.g.asztalos

It's raining heavily in my laboreour's Germany
it is Sunday and foreigners are quietly resting
with some beer held in their large & full of scars hands

there in our improbable wonders
I come to talk to them
when a bumblebee lost and drenched
also comes on dry ground
marching through our feet

when one of us turns him on his back
he is buzzing he is drying his wings
and I say
"let him go man"

and afterall
"es ist nur ein Waser Probleme"

All ”strangers” have just a water problem. There is to much rain in their country. Let them go my paranoic friends. They just need a dry & quiet place to recover the slow beats of their heart. There is not a nuclear bomb but a water problem afterall the damn boom.
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It’s all right your man comes tonight from the bar
Your woman from the hairdresser
But the best thing would be to move the hairdresser
In the bar
So you know something for certain

Rolled in a pile of desire and ambition
We jumped to scatter through the world
To buzz insanely all his wonders

We reported heaven as missing
So we flew through the ins and outs of the earth
We swam through the sand floating through the fog

Yes Sir
We walked on the water fainted like crazy
Until everything was made a road at our feet

Arriving close to World's End
Where is no trace of regret or sigh
Where we see only the Water and the Great Wall
We will find out of the blue
The Peace and Friendship of a madhouse

There thirst elevates us to catch our breath
With the blood stained by the sword in our hand

Lord great is Thy mercy:

The Reality is you wake up smiling
And you look like hell

Yes ladyes and gents on the other side of the bridges Reality is to wake up smiling and looking like hell :)

It’s not enough to make believe
And after all is really frustrating
Not feeling the way I do
But here we go:
I never felt no trace of pity when she died
No hate no nothing for this sad news from a stranger

All I remember is that I was unemployed
Not able to find a damn job for a long time
So she offered me a place to sleep
And the daily bred as a reward for my hand labor
Carried out all day long near his house

It was the kind of slavery of which
The most stupid animals can be horrified

But I did it
Yes sir
I did it out of pity for her solitude sickness and despair
After a while I even hated her hobby to collect nothing but things
This car this house this garden of paranoid miracles

All sold in loss after her burial to some gipsy lover
Who was actually greedier than she ever dreamed

I also remember she cursed me when I left her place
”You bastard” she said
”You will never be able to find a home of your own”
”You may rot in hell working for strangers!”

”It’s ok” I said
”You never felt anything more delusional of me”
”But if strangers would feel that way” I said
”At least they will pay me big time for my trouble”

So I was far away in the land of Nowhere when she died
And I knew that for me she was gone long time before
When I didn’t felt no pity no hate no trace of any sadness

When I decided to leave the house of my sister
Which was not my home anymore
When I felt my real sister was gone far away
And anywhere else in the world

  Jun 3  George G Asztalos
Raz
Raz
May 27

it hurts
breathing,
living,
existing.

it hurts knowing that
wherever i go
i'll be stuck in
this fear of -
i don't even know what.

but in the darkest parts
of my mind i can see
his face, his smile, his
eyes and the way they
drank me in like liquid love.

it didn't even happen
like that,
in a dark place,
but i'll never be able to see
him without the hatred
boiling inside
and bubbling away.

it hurts to be sitting,
having a good day
and one thing reminds
me of him,
of his moment of triumph,
and my stomach caves
and i feel the tears threaten.
i close my eyes
and wish everyone away.

i keep thinking that he loved me,
he said so,
he said it and i believed it
and for so long
i forced myself to believe
that what happened
was okay
because
he loved me.

nightmarish flash backs.

to live in big houses is to have
armored windows
which look toward a small world
but stay calm
my small house is totally quiet
and everything it's a large window
It is a whole world

nobody knows how to appreciate
my anonymous fulfillments
and you do not know my name
but you managed to smile with me

this is such an appreciation
and such a fulfillment
as the glory of a entire world
full of kings

no bells or drums resound when I leave
to my daily conflagration
I'm not acclaimed by the crowd
when I get back from her toil
but I know
to suffer to the whole every victory
and rejoice forever the latter defeat

I had to get
till the doom of the gloom
to realize at last
that nothing remains of us

just
a invincible
smile

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George G Asztalos
George G Asztalos
Jan 30, 2015

It was in the communist winter in a village of Transylvania
Besides the demented cold also rabies walked the streets
The news were like some dogs broke into pieces a raging fox
And to prevent a mass epidemic
Authorities chose the Convenient Solution:
Let's kill all the dogs of the village
Until the last one
Injecting them with Caustic Acid

I was only a poor kid I did not know what was happening
I took my puppy Bamby and lead him up the hill
For the so called vaccination

We arrived in lots of wailing cries and barks
Something was burning with much smoke in a large pit
People standing in a endless line
Dogs were terribly frightened
It was a horror landscape at the end of the world

One of the older boys claimed that no
They do not vaccinate but rather
They kill all the dogs
I thought he was messing with me
And we almost get into a fight

When I got close in front
Where dogs were injected the veterinary doctor
Was suddenly bitted by the hand
The snow was red like on The Pig Slaughters
And obviously terrified the assistant was bandaging the doctor

I understood that all the dogs were exterminated
Then throne and burned in that pit

With Bamby all went quickly he was a good dog
Barely barking he cried a bit and that’s all
Much later I found out that the odious regime
Had came to power with the same terrorist practices
Applied on people

Otherwise all went well and cool
Thanks to God we escaped from The Mean
Because me and my Bamby
We gave our childhood for a proper vaccine

See my Bamby here: https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=887657157941157&set;=a.103571693016378.2173.100000906438586&type;=1&theater
George G Asztalos
George G Asztalos
Apr 13, 2014

we are cute till we are stupidly good
after that we switch on bad stuff and pretend
to do the wise guys

the world is full of beloved things
and used people
sometimes the roles are changing
to beloved people and used things

actually we are here to do and undo mistakes
not to specialize in fakes of perfection

there is no problem we are predestined to carry
after all everyone will carry his death away

you must just expect the days to see you
with their own eyes
with their suns and plants and all relatives

let them gather more and more to see you
days and nights with their wondering stars
at least a moment to see your face
just how
it is

and let them say:
woo-ow!

 
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