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Norbert Tasev Feb 2021
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!
*****-smiled male pillars practiced slap-dancing times
until the “others” could learn how to serve and pit at the same time?!
Washed, washed clothes also had to
be reused, and the torn Budmilos bag cost a lot!
  
There could have been no pathetic chance
for the Guardian to escape the apocalypse
of everyday terrorist hells to Infinity!
They were forced to tolerate the pain
of the usurper as a lifeless object;
the sentient Spirit was as much drained as
the foreign matter from the tendons of skeletal bones!
Norbert Tasev Feb 2021
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 body and in the brain and produces some strange,
chemical reaction! What we have become thickens into what really hurts!
Every level you start leads to the darkness of the impossible!
In the depths of restless souls it is difficult to live in peace!
  
Our shiver scale scans us all the way
to our vertebrae and back!
If we are helpless with the formula
for solving situations in our heart chamber,
there is a risk of explosion.
In the hourglass press,
the tiny grains trample each other orphan;
they're in a hurry somewhere!
The border is watching the barrier
of the Spirit and often stirring underworld dust!
Shards of self-digesting blood are also falling…
Norbert Tasev Feb 2021
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 **** the life-giving kisses of Being that
has bound itself to you with its love!
An orphaned stalactite cave has also become
the donated teary eye that sees everything awake!
Scattered fates remained in the scattered knots of Destiny!
The bone-dry wave depth of Silence addresses you
as a minute; the rhythm of the drumming echoes in your ears!
  
Only your dear can guess where you are!
With two arms, you would surely embrace the peace you find;
you would not be so vulnerable to Nirvana's loneliness!
"The roaring basket of skulls is sprouting today,
instead of sparkling intellect!"
Instead of kisses, a thickened membrane is strained
on the withered boards of worn-out palate floors!
The seductive Light tolerates under the jawbone…
Norbert Tasev Feb 2021
A Star stares at me with a shiver-ruthless!
A sticky, swampy light leaked from the wall of my room;
have the orphaned Gods been extinct with the survivors?!
- True pearls squeak in my eyes; it would have been better
to lock my cherished Spirit treasures in a shell of nuts or shells!
I feel that I have definitely been left to myself,
as the laws of learning survival are
not always guaranteed by the experience gained!

The wasted Time clicks faster and faster
on the yarns of Being; the earth dances the same way!
I was frightened by the awake little child:
I had to forget something that had happened to go,
to sink it, to be healthier and more confident,
and in every small part I should not have had to constantly
carry the burdens of my past Sisyphus-trying glaze!
  
I hardly could have been another Man:
yet the promise of another man can keep me in action!
Yet many, many lived, imagined instincts became role models in me;
as a one-man legion, like an imitating yet authentic actor,
a list of conscious intentions swirl in me;
broken deoxyribucleic acid would still marinate immortal Love!
We need to keep our eyes on the passing, which still deserves us!
As a denial of ourselves, none of us hopes for goals,
because greed has quenched our curiosity!
  
And the Moon dawns on us every time! Inwardly,
we are offended and vulnerable to blood clots,
while our body sheaths want to resist change;
as a decomposed pump, even the overzealous heart
robes with fidelity in our chest cage!
Norbert Tasev Feb 2021
Like a trembling bouquet of flames, leaning on the edge
of Nothing trembles at wise,
knowable facts!
I try the cunning plans of my imagined death like desperate suicides!
In my soul, an unspeakable horror and ingrained Fear of Death strains,
and the unrepeatable desire of the Universe cuts into me
like suddenly hooked lightning teeth:
"You should not be destroyed yet!"
- If one is still breathing and counting Being may be eternal!
The monolith remains even as the tale has shaped itself!
  
The essential Infinite spirit energies are in wandering order
and become one with their external influences;
perhaps two opposing effects could still
give birth to the solid essence!
It is always surrounded by the dizziness of Nothing;
there is a harmonious symmetry in it: True s
False as Being s the recurring Deficiency!
- The change shows only the Finite;
live throbbing can sprout from continuous germination!
“I get a sore flame-burning in me and a whitewashed ghost
provides a waterfall if I can still break out in my bitter loneliness!
  
As a purple tongue of flame, everything is enveloped
and filled with envy and evil jealousy; save God to be in me!
I’m more of a squeaky human spark in the expelled darkness!
Among the artificial paradises of Eden in the world,
kittens with artificial liver, glue-smile and gorilla-brain muscle sprouts
abound in coastal ****** while also oiling each other!
The illuminating and eternal lanterns of cultures could
only be invented by the watchmen;
as they get past their meat tunnels,
sooner or later everyone is overwhelmed
by the uncertainty rooted in uncertainty for sure
Norbert Tasev Feb 2021
Not the Celeb Striptease that bitterly enters everyday life, the fierce spiritual sin that can reach the intentional peak in deliberately sold-out ****** 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 **** lurking in everyone can still backfire and hit hard!
 
Thrown out depression should be forgotten; loudspeakers should stay away with their inexplicable accusations once and for all! Overbearing bad faith gets stuck in every fence obstacle! As an iron ball thrown into a river, he dredges in a confused seaweed, the unknown groping, who could better understand the giving emotions!

A ship that has been sinking for a thousand years has become a beautiful prayer of morals and compliments! Things that happen happen are always always repeated, and the human mind often wonders: how does it exist to put young chicks in well-paying jobs with a giggle giggle ?! "Every scene tolerates the Traitor, but only a few trust him."
Norbert Tasev Feb 2021
Mole-light
 
Listening is still ticking, but he would confess his throbbing memories of the Unstoppable Heart if he could speak! In a rotting ***, 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 unpredictably as he is constantly tempted! The fever of my patience can be overcome only by my human humility! Fear of Death increases the massive **** that leaks in a bone prison; his fat glass beads always appear on my face! "A shaggy storm will soon pass over my heart if I let my Being things happen in time!"
 
Painted nail queens run through life; scooter Shadow of doom haunted behind unlocked stiff eyes! On a UFO-suspicious night, even the car horn is like a Stranger; in all my spoken words only the Silence lies and grows; flourishes in its destruction! Even in earth mirror lights, desires sleep and instincts flatten! Tunnels are dug with a sure career consciousness by blind moles; among silent, moist roots, they are sure to matte to the Finish! It takes an unstoppable push s who is not rubbed enough in this present world is easily trampled before being led
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