Contemporary madness -
Craving more - with no subtraction
    "In game?" - involve
    Participation - of the thought  
    Most mimic those who disconnected
    Most play as virgins - unaware
    Not daring to examine bearings
        Of social roles and biological demandings
        Of what is "Me" - not a direction - *****
        It teaches taking human role
        Humane is engineers laughter
        "It's sickening to see you choose an owe
        When you repeat same neural patterns"
        You peak plateau - a weary and indifferent
            Flaw - begs you to quit the brawl
            Unless you choose as part of the absurd
            A conscious action of self-talk
            With none of "I" from egoistic brothel
                At last to see the stupid joke
                With it they made a 'wear'
                Augustly awful is its fate
                So desperate to be the wearer

I am thinking of you - as of a corpse
Go on and tell me all the lies
I am at legs of yours - heart-sunken
Eyes are dull - do eat the flesh I offer
The sole emasculation - paganism of truth
For asking hand is beaten - better
Deserters' solitude - abandoned hope
For never leaving guilt - ashamed
Of silence - welcoming to home
Seen flaws - are signs of given
Conscience - though shut - is mouth
Inaction - tethering regret to sorrow
And misery is standing by the side
Impersonating whole of circus
For beggar is forborn attention
"I'm here" - the drowning whisper
Arms choking throat - hand traces
Running tear - "I'm with you"
Caressing warmth of lifeless palm
Invites the strengthening of strangling
For frail innocence is crippled dome
"I do forgive you"

In a different way
In a different passion
My reason abrupts - being silenced
I fall - willingly - forget willingly
I owe for my indifferent state
In a different way
In a different fashion
I know the rising is to come

An act - of being just -
Of vomiting - for self-denial
And not to stay - in debt
Acquiring amenities - indulging in own flesh
Agreeing on being deaf and blinded
For conscience to be a martyr
For prayers in the haughty thoughts
Abusing right of strong -

In a different way
In a different passion
Betraying any act of love
And human nature
Sing songs - and fall corrupt
Do tolerate - injustice
And for the lack of words
Kiss hands of tyrants

In a different way
In a different fashion
I know the rising is to come

In solitude I am to seek the strength
I do look for the sky to clear
Abandoning the ties of slave
I harbor for support inside
I know I'm given all to rise
I know I am to rise

Wandering - through the deserts storm
For the breath - is mischievous - craving
"I comply" - prayer's false - sinks in flesh
Blissful kiss - lullabies' pace - is uneven
    Edging of dunes
    Under wind - martyr sings
    Primal scent - salty lips
    Shudder thrills - tracing hands
    Hips endow - shaking
        Drugged - with a truth
        In an oath - for the witness
        Sand is warm - reason thralled
        "Do forgive me"

Benevolence - the armor
Amour - is not to be judged
  Sculpting own sanity out
  Collapses under the shin - the teardrop
  Nomadic - of selfless thoughts - giving all in
    Assurance - to forcefully adopt
    From the brink - malnourished consent
    To articulate - though no will
      An open heart has - to fuel a soulless
      Machine - on the spire of -
        Consciously drowning revolt
          With life put in bank -
          Winning a glance, a thought and a breath    
          Embodying the loss with a smile

"Am I slowly going insane?"
In a witness of own downfall
I obey mere flesh - and am servant
Am failure - single words'
Altitude - ain't enough to describe
For how long - was awaiting for god
Drowning fool - and no shore in the sight
Only fog - waters' cold
"I am jealous for dead"
Free of playing cards lust
A casino where not even once
Was a winner - and all of the bets
Grow on dust -
Up the sleeve hidden tricks -
Just a welcoming gesture -
First game in - lost respect for own self
Second bet - and no will to stand up
Third time opens the purse - go in parts of the soul
Fourth bet - lost
Goes in fifth - humane face piece by piece
Given out for momentary bliss
In a wave of eternal despair

Was it obligatory
Or stupid - to call out
  A man - yet his doings
  Proved mere - point in
    Scheme - was his ambition
    Ruling stood cold -
    Peering in - to disobey
    And to conquer -
      Ones mind and ones soul
      Fears and freedom - at last
      Boredom - has moved
      One peculiar sight
        The girl in black
        And her blossoming
        Dreamers' kite
          Cutely eye-rolls
          Thin fingers and
          Shoulders - striking
            Pale - she smiles