Online, I am online , yet nobody knows.
Forsaken for long like megabytes lost,
Self-formatted, self-defragged in bitter woes,
Disconnected from ever vanishing host.
As errors in sectors broke, how story goes?
Yet I exist - subsist like file.exe to bin tossed.
Into digital dusk of zeroes and noise ,
Into pixelated ocean of electric dreams,
Wrecked down, kicked out of promised poise.
Appalling abyss it hungers, it redeems:
My love, the dearest and the simple joys.
Strange, no, just sad, like expired memes..
Then in this vastness, in world without God,
Where none has trod , nor trully smiled or wept.
I shall disperse myself, as does in water cod-
My thoughts and dreams will never be wrecked
Un-whispering and un-whispered there will I lie,
In cyberspace, as grass below and unvaulted sky.
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 9:48 AM UTC
In places that are our modern stages:
In searching bars of auctions and other pages
I looked for faith I craved for trust
But I find just little more than noisy dust
Click after click , do it again , be quick
No way to halt , motionless will make us sick.
I think I should have stopped there, then:
Once trap shuts , you are inside the den.
I could not see, because of night perhaps,
With fever of search close to collapse
Got what memory can not contain
Ideas that I nursed for long in my brain
My babies of mind offspring of thought
I had them before but now I forgot
Replaced by trends of modern waste
That chained around of my own waist
My head, once beautiful, funny and round
Got squared, - now it fits the background
I wish we were brave and therefore free,
Above blue screen what else do you see?
Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 8:10 AM UTC
Autumn scattered allover sorrow and leafs,
But sun will shine not knowing the griefs.
Amun -Ra in other world is happy at last:
Elvish prophet predicted the forecast.
Legends and myths give us hope everyday,
Make think how actually close is Milk Way
And Peter Apostle sometimes with Athena
Waltzing in sands of Coliseum arena .
You know, I do believe in Jesus the Christ
Prophets of Muhammad are highly priced
I share wisdom of Gautama the Buddha
In my dreams Vishnu appeared on Garuda.
See nymphs enjoying dew drop in a dawn
Letter on ground made by steps of a faun.
As fables flocking like river through wood,
I shall always believe in love and in Good.
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 9:46 AM UTC
Scratched letters among fragile pages
Echoing the melody that is so ageless
I heard them once and still remember:
The song of forest rivers in November
And far -away birds' bittersweet ring
Reflected from mind in sudden swing ;
A handful of warmth in cold winter
I carried in a heart, - my love's splinter.
Let tears exhibit feelings as beautiful
As lost of them made present dreadful
Do not know why I was given to you,
But I let the road lead me as you did too.
Don't be quite- paint a sky on a window
And will be new sunrise on old meadow.
Beyond the horizon the promised place ,
Where fluffy clouds move in swift pace-
It's all what I will take there with me
It's all what I will let after me to be.
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 5:35 PM UTC
In concrete jungle I laying was-
A frozen body, nearly corpse.
For yet for me unknown cause,
Though I have heard so many warps.
I pant for air , I really tried,
When gloomy silhouette arrived
For so long waited clement strike.
My mind and flesh got dead alike.
She teared my skull and knocked on it,
The sound was dull and empty.
And brains appeared just in a fit,-
She said - "You will have plenty"
My vision almost lost and muddy
She fixed with her own eyes -
I sow even the smallest body,
And how a star with suffer dies.
Then strangled I of poison
Filled in my butchered throat.
With it my heart been moisten
Oh Gods , how did she gloat!
She cut our veins and mixed blood.
Thought mine looked as the ***** mud,
But her was like a lava flood,
And them something in me did scud.
With sense extinct and face composed
She touched my lips with last goodbye.
Her term of life was nearly closed
And then the silhouette did die.
For many years after that day
With truth I poisoned minds of people,
With burning heart I light the way
I shouted thoughts from highest steeple.
But no one's life forever draws-
Mine also never was exception
I gathered myself up, because
I have to pay my last redemption
So in concrete jungle I walking was,
When sow right body, nearly corpse...
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 10:55 AM UTC
One day I 'll climb on highest mountain
And gather from all around the grief -
Till end dried will be the bitter fountain,
So others could feel in life a bit belief .
Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 6:39 AM UTC
Respect the old while passing by
So as you are they were once too
So as they are you'll be once too
Remember the old while passing by
Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 10:40 AM UTC
My father told that birds we alike
So I trowed my life in a single spike-
To follow a shiny promising light,
Could I knew it was neon in night.
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 5:47 PM UTC
I'd love to learn how do not care
About things that are so little -
Like people that weirdly stare,
So one is feeling extremely brittle.
I'd love to be that simple man
Believing that all gonna be fine.
One day I'll even drop life-plan
And rise my so distorted spine.
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 8:43 AM UTC
There are people tired of life. From kinder-garden a child is destined to be endlessly obliged to "do" . Early mornings. Vegetables. Silent hour. "Be quite". Cups. Early mornings. English and painting. School. Early mornings. Lessons, Homework. Exams. Exams again. University. Early mornings. Lectures. Exams. Work, if you are lucky(??).Early mornings. Conference. Planning meetings. Rush tasks.
"Be diligent" they say, u can rest later. Ye, sure, bang your head on the wall. Be "successful" "Effective people". Do you know about them? - Worked out your potential and bye-bye. No one cares. We don't care about caring. Not enough time sorry, someone else will care. Study hard, work harder, plan the life, you 'll need it. Or you do not? Not?I think you need.
Classic of genre. Couple highest educations. Lucky marriage. Successful career and respectful job. Apartment. Car. Holidays somewhere where u'd like to be longer but u cant, because u are too successful.
System?"Fuck the system" ,- repeat it more often. System is you , system is me and even a guy who leaves sarcastic comments, pretending that he is smart fart-face. We are system. No one else knows how to ***** ourselves up better than us. And so we do. No one bather. Too busy being successful. Yeah, **** us.
Feelings?Um yeah, please, a tiny bit on the top of my career. Love ,- what the hell is that?I do not know , have red sometimes in the books. Never met, never heard. Do not be ridiculous. Affection only towards the family and career. All he rest has to be "comfortable". As friends are becoming useful "connection". When was the last time u called someone without reason and said "Hello"?
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 7:01 PM UTC