It was a summer night.
When I walked into the apartment
I noticed a few groups of people
scattered all throughout the house
after a little party, slightly buzzed,
talking in different rooms,
two on couch, two on the balcony.
Friction of vast unseen worlds.
The windows were opened
night and air of house became one.
Soft, warm wind blew
from time to time
moving the white thin curtains
Frogs and birds sang in their realm
in the thick song of night
roots and branches
of people's minds
touching each other
(like animals)
They all have their
beggining in stem, though.
Different colours mix,
sounds, elements, metals.

I'm a rotman
See my diamonds
Watch them wallow in mud
I'm a rotman.

Can't you see my eyes
Through the smoke?
There was a bloke, he said:
            "We broke."
I'm a rotman.
Who's to blame
Who's to blame
A fox; a wolf, rather,
One to blame
In the smoke, with all his diamonds
Can't you see me, I'm a rotman
In mud

I'm a rotman
With all my diamonds
and rubies
I sweat & bleed
Watch me rot
I'm a rotman

A single kick of this ancient animal could
crush the lion's skull.

There was war
or riots everywhere
Fire and fumes in the sky
Shots, screams, helicopters

He shot my girl
in the bar, the spanish bloke
I noticed he was really nervous
beforehand
Silver revolver and
lines of blow
on the table beside him,
      Panic

Gangrene in my foot
The war goes on
We live and breathe chaos

Telephone mumbling
   the time is running out

End the suffering
of our potato-head hero
Button eyes & witless smile
Earthworm's dim mind                  
                                          ­­        

Your multitude
is my one
Unique cloud      
Which I adore                                
   I get obsessed                
   with an idea of
    a single dime    
And when it's over
I drop, and fall down                      
                                      ­­                          

I miss these days.
Would play the game again
with the straying dog
off the leash.                                      
The clouds pass the moon              
Through may's nightair.

In the sad animal eye
   You'll find the most ephemeral        
     night lake
In the sad animal eye
   You'll see the most muted cry
                          & unspoken regret
In the sad animal eye
    You'll meet the brutal spear
           and feel its metal yourself
                   as it breaks your spine
In the sad animal eye
    You'll see you
    & your mother running
    & weeping
    You'll see the old sage
            in black robes
    & the threat of the sea,
    Vast, dark, and humming                  
    You'll see
             Red
             Pain
             Sadness
           The time
                horizon
        and the plundered dime
      And you'll be
      Scared to death,
      when you look long enough,
      when you gaze deep enough
   In the sad animal eye

Somewhere in mind
I keep a memory,
a buried reminiscence
of smell of these objects

Soft paper & pink elixir
In september sunlight
    I pull it from the Deep
  Twist, deform & perform, present

Today I witnessed
the root being pulled out
of quiet, dim earth
and thrown in the scorching sun.
It was hissing and squirming,
like lethally wounded, dying snake
Fragile life threatened
and escaping, in the scorching sun,
The fear of inevitable, real death
and the desperate will to live,
in the animal eye of slithering root

Riding thru the desert roads
Swimming thru the starry nights

|He wanted to get the people|
|that were responsible|
|for creating the keys|
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                      The last thing I saw
                      Was the face of man
                      Crying, choking me to death
                     —————————————

         "In the evening, we're going to
               watch a movie. Everything
               will be fine."

Book,
              film,
                          mind
­
Coal sinks the sheet
     (to become memory)
Girl drifts thru smoke,
Rain in my dream-
                   -We broke

IT ALL MARRIES DEEP WITHIN

Lions of this far country,                    
of this desolated arid land,
exhibited unusual signs of ferocity-      
-you could see it in their eyes, the way they moved and how they behaved.

Eventually
The End's gonna come inevitably.

So,
your mayas can't insult me
I'm untouchable
Your lies & screams won't affect me
                                       won't touch me
For I am dwelling in abstraction
I am hidden in atomic world
I'm it and it's me

‌‌  ‌
We're here
We have something like
Sixty years
To know each other
                      and to spend time together
To share laughter
To hug and cuddle
To smile
To cry
To grow up together
To learn
To recieve sun rays on our skin
                                and to drink wine
To stroll the cobblestone
To smell, see, touch, hear,
             feel
To walk
To breathe
To ride a bike
To feel tired, hungry, cheerful
To talk
To observe leaves on some
windy autumn day
To connect.
And then one day
one of us will leave this place
Empty shell of body
Like robot machine
who ran out of power,
   and shut off.
Blank, grey & hollow
Once filled with soul
That cheered and laughed and loved
Now we won't meet
for eternity
I will never get you back, ever.
And then the other one
will die
And then the Earth will die
and all of these atoms
once filled with all these stories,
life, love, meaning, hopes, thoughts,
will stray the cold, empty,
silent endless void
For eternity
And to think that we were there together
in this place & time
That we laughed, together,
kissed
Cried and missed
Held hands
Walked & planned
Ate food and drank
Looked into each other's eyes


We won't see each other for eternity.

And then the clouds
Have formed all these
faces for one
brief moment
They were sharp and clear
Just to blur
And fade away
In a matter of minutes

I am oozing
The crystals
& numbers
So that no one
Can pull me out
While I'm
Falling
Down
The time

I am seeping
The smoke
& shadow
So that no one
Can pull me out
While I'm falling
Down
The dark

I am emanating slime
So that no one
Can pull me out
While I'm falling
Down
The abyss

‌‌  ‌
  ‌
A night bus full of artists
Lots of deep eyes

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She drew my eyes
And the ****** red soul rose

     "-Wow, you're a medium!
               I didn't know."

                  I said

         And left
    
I knew that gems
could connect.


We had hard exteriors, though.

Thrown myself
onto the waves of
sea of sparks
(control no more)
floating and carresed
by the sea of
reptiles & amphibians' faces
I drown in

Cigarette's ember
  in night's sky
Like a primeval meteorite.
   So that's what
 the creatures of
the elder world
  saw?

Ripe and splendid,
  the summer day
In luscious sun
  - the trees they sway
These worlds await.

Ether winds caress,
  Stroke the strings
of fleeting time
  While I sleep,
While it all flies
                     & lies

Under the summer sun,
Under the summer sun.

Thank you for your beauty.
       I will love you, but
    in some other lifetime

    Here and now
           I am
           completely broken
       & hopelessly sad
     lost in these
                                drops of time

‌  ‌‌The desperate pounding
  ‌          on the wall can be heard

"Love Love Love"
I can't believe you're so shallow.
   You refuse. You die.
   You vanish like a burning hay,
   right here, on the blackened way.
Candy peaks, monotonous points in the sea

      Let me descend
    Open you a bit


                        River,
                        Sun,­­
   ­                     foamy stream,
                        You drown,
                        Love, dream, dream!
                        TV screens
                        Times square
                        Light-ants
                       ­ Electric signals through wires
                        deep dark night flooding rush
                        Volcano erupting
                        Surface! Screammm!
                          Neons
                       ­ A­lcohol on glass
                        Old charwoman rubs it
                        with rag
                        Hands shake you
                        in the foamy stream
                        Ha!
                        Who was right?


     The night staggers you
     with thousand stars
     Wolves howling
     Moon
     Mushrooms
     Dew & violet & knights
     & Mysteries
     Welcome to the old days
     Tomorrow you will be introduced
     to the wise King of England


A rocker picks up stuff
and scatters the TV screen
bottles of liqour are smashed
in his house
Glass scattered, guitars wrecked - he's crazy,
pulling out hair, gnashing teeth
-You all killed him
    and You are not even aware


     Meanwhile a man strolls the woods
      searches for mushrooms
       on sunny autumn day
       he smells moss, bark and undergrowth
       He's contemplating the topics of
             childhood & ******


        Red lipstick smears all over her lips
                 She's the animal queen
                     All belongs to her
                   Thanks to her claws,
                     cat-moan, and the
                          short living
                     aggressive cinder
                            she owns.
            Leather jacket be her weapon,
                  Night be her moment.





I am the Eye,
and what I see
is a child picking yellow petals
of sow-thistle
kneeling in the sun
in his timeless summer.
Who would know,
that this chapter
would be closed
one day
and the brown leather book
would become dusty
someday

The Sun made it possible for us
to live and grow

However, in 5 billion years, the day of the judgement
is about to come,
when the Sun will swell and devour the Earth.
Our then-current state and our past
will be precisely reviewed by the Sun.
We'll be appraised of what we've accomplished,
and judged for our deeds
and all that stuff.

But,
the Sun had got the date wrong, because
we will ******* **** ourselves
way before this time.

we are nothing but
meaty worms
with our ******* dim minds
restricted like
earth dwelling worms
crawling 'neath the surface
dim minds, fragile soft bodies
   just accept that fact

Lone Cebador
        Gaucho child
With weary boots of leather
Weary shirt, indian feather

He sat on pampa grass,
Beside the cracking fire
and the desert mass
     With his thoughts wandering
Wild eyes gazing into the
     evening sky

A bird of prey - thru the air he flew
The Lone Cebador with nothing
but his thoughts, and his sacred brew

And on the ninth day
When dark clouds have
obscured the gray, frosty land
       The Heavens sent blocks of steel
    Cool and hard, they fell on ground
    Like eerie monoliths from above
    A merciful gift from rigid gods

The men of the tribe left their camp fires
and their wives, and readily gathered around the blocks
to make brief decisions
    and do what they had to

The old evil spirit
awoke in the hearts of children
heating their blood & rushing it,
   killing their innocent summer plays,
                         stealing the days,
       Leaving lustful eyes.

   Then, Society came along,
    and neatly devoured their beautiful
    summer souls


    When did all of this happen?

The heart of the city-
-a beast, a giant organism
with dark engines revving
and endless labirynths of
arteries filled with lights
& heated rapid metal blood


The heart of the small town-
-a snail's one
or field mouse's one
or hare's silent vein
at best

Girls dancing
     Tears of night
       and wandering time
Merging
          Bodies seeping heat
        Swimming in heat
      Swirling in smoke
Eyes
  Luminous
Mesmerize
      Disconnect-

We're all ryders
    on our own,
   of our own kind.

A desire to see again
     in the macro scale,
     to bring back
the shape of world.
All of the bricks have scattered.

All became a whirlpool
Vast city swirling down
    It looks so good
                 (gotta drown)
          f e e l s  so good

   -I jumped and flown

The tree cries
Resin tears
   Xylem vascular tissues
Twisted like guts

Remember these moments,
Lying alone in your bed,
Long nights,
Soaked in tears
Throat'n guts clenched?

The tree hopes
and suffers,
Desperately desires
its fruit to be seen,
   taken, & then eaten

All life on Earth
is translated Sun's energy.
We're the children of the Sun.

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The Universe is a constant repetition
of womb like creations.

I'm a cold stranger,
a wild animal.
A silent guest
standing in rain,
on a concrete pavement
     of the capital
A passive observer
with a golden interior,
thrown on this strange shore


Voices & noises all
        around
Stares like raindrops
on the sparrow's feather

A silent wanderer
in this far country
    where I don't belong

My soul bends dangerously
at sight of smiles
         it gets crushed &
                                crumbled
by sounds of the world


Gold bleeds on gray concrete
A shot in the skull -
        brief
        Loud moment
    Meat lies dead
And bursts of colours,
      flocks of
  birds, flowers & herbs,
  exotic scents fly out
  of the head
      or cage

If I had a gun
Would I
still run?
Or would I sit calm
And have a brief
honest conversation
between the skull
and the metal
of the bullet?
The most simple,
brief, and honest
of all?

I'm so ******* sad
and hopeless.
        Broken mind
     Birds are going to wallow
         for ever
  Trees & months & moon
      cry
   for ever



                   There must be something wrong
                      with the outside
                                         I know it.

Stab the heart of the summer
  
     Impale it.

                             Don't worry,
                           It won't die,
                               won't vanish

         It will devour you,
           swallow you whole.
  
                                You two will be one.

-Who am I?
-A desperate man,
an animal crying in the jungle at night.
A liar and a hyporcite(even now(even now(even now(even now(even n
A brief flash of light in the course of thousands of years(just like millions of stars in the galaxy, going through the cycle of numerous births and deaths). A wannabe, maybe? A formless gooey of matter, not different from anything else.
A hypocrite, again. And in this particular moment, even more a vomitter and a cold sweating frog.
All and none, time and rhyme,
soon not to rhyme.
And again,
I say,
I am one of the billion stars.

Cold July air,
crystal clear
Just like
summer water
I bathe in thee

She walked away
         and now I'm sad

Buried with a sword,
axe, and spear
On a far island
of Scotland

The world has ended.
Few survivors gathered
round the fire in their camp
before the night has come,
and flooded the earth with her presence

Then, one man, without any hurry,
breathed the evening air filled
with cicadas sounds, and stood up.
He sat on the boulder beside the cracking wood and weeds,
and started to declaim poems,
and no one interrputed,
everyone listened

An honest, loving hug
    would cure my soul.
I don't need more,
     don't want more





  Body crippled
      (wordless)
         The heat
       Flames blend together
              so neat

Darkness is easy to craft,
However, what's also easy
is to get stuck
with your creation

Oh, give me this summer
                  back,
Where we could cry
Where heated air
& swollen clouds would
                       pass by

   If only we could sit there again
        and smoke a few Luckies

Words echo in the chamber of skull,
             in the auditorium of mind
& from time to time
they resonate
through muscles & bones
through fingers
through steely nib

             and become dark drops of ink
              that fall
              on the surface

I'm a Colossus
A gigantic
biological robot

A plain hand raise
Cluster of muscles
and bones and nerves
Thousands of proteins
millions of atoms
moving like avalanche
   Seen from the micro world
   my plain hand raise
   would sound like roar
    of gargantuan sea's waves

The dog has been let
      off the leash


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The comet out of the
Meaty cave of Life
getting burnt in the atmosphere
and extinguished.
Faint cinder ends up
   in damp cold grave.



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Clouds have covered the moon again
It's going to be a long ride, again
     Another game is coming
  For us to play

  Who knows if
this time we're
going to pay