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Michal Czechak Apr 2016
They are not meat drapes;
But they are meat tapestries -
Sometimes less is more.



© Michal Czechak 2016
Michal Czechak Apr 2016
Appetites belie intelligence
Heat the quantum furnace
Furious bellows
Enduring the excitement
Behold...!

Can you not hear the rumble brewing?

Butchers trained
To spin the looms
Tailors primed
To know a good cut when they see one

Everybody washes their hands
We have a guest!

Creator?
How are you this fine evening?

--

Denizens imbibe libations
Chase the dreams of spirits
Curious followers
Beckoning the light
Beware...!

Can you not see the trouble stewing?

Mountains flow
As rivers erupt
Legs give in
As arms are taken out
Secretly
Demanding of You:

When will our time come?

Creator?
Will you let us know?

--

Is there nothing?
We hope not
Is there something?
If so...

Be gone, idle fraud!

Blinded by entropy's darkening gaze
Atrophied in futility of wealth
Staking a claim on the horrors of Nature
To process
To cycle
Unmercifully
Spent

Creator?
Are you there?
We pray you order our chaos, but

Once we know what You know
What will there be left to say?



© Michal Czechak 2016
Michal Czechak Apr 2016
My love is like ice

In the palm of your hand
I puddle

Release to preserve
Endure to exhaust


My lust is like fire

At the back of your hand
I singe

Release to preserve
Endure to exhaust



© Michal Czechak 2011 - 2016
Michal Czechak Apr 2016
I. Metaphor

All things now: sound like,
Look like, feel like - seem to be;
But, like, what, like, is?



II. Structure

Temptation Tower;
Ground Zero for Sin and Death -
Hope lies in the Ash.



III. Story

Once Upon a Time,
We were Happily Ever
After - 'til The End.



© Michal Czechak 2007 - 2016
Michal Czechak Apr 2016
[Author's Note: These are song lyrics.]

Thinkin' of breakin'
A habit or two
Thinkin' about bein' better for you
Thinkin' of great things
Instant and true

But thinkin's about all I know how to do

When I'm so new at this
Growin' old
When nothin's for certain
Nothin's too bold

If I change my body
Will it change my mind?
If I'm kind to Fortune
Will She be, in kind?


Hopin' for money
Time so it pays
Hopin' to start realignin' my ways
Hopin' for patrons
I can amaze

But hopin's about all I'm doin' these days

While I'm so new at this
Growin' old
When nothin's for certain
Nothin's too bold

If I change my body
Will it change my mind?
If I'm kind to Fortune
Will She be, in kind?


Talkin' to people
Talkin' so slow
Talkin' to hide what we don't wanna know
Talkin' so high
It's makin' me low

But talkin's just fine when there's nowhere to go

Oh I'm still new
And it's gettin' old
When nothin's forever
Nothin's foretold

'Cause I'll lose my body
And I'll lose my mind
'Cause I'm tied to Fortune
And she ain't too kind



© Michal Czechak 2016
Michal Czechak Apr 2016
Knowing weakness is my only strength
Plots may quicken
Holes may show

Sowing weakness is my only strength
Plots may thicken
Souls may grow

Knowing weakness is my only strength

© Michal Czechak 2016
Michal Czechak Apr 2016
[Author's Note: These are song lyrics.]

When I'm pining for the power to yield
Breaking all the branches I seize
Acres for the taking in a forest of mistakes
I can't see for the trees

I level
With the shallow playing field
Dreaming up a blueprint to floor you
Delicately drafting
Inconspicuously crafting
The grand facade before you

Where my art lies

The best is underwhelming
When it comes to helping
How I promised I woul...

So I'm peeking past the pitch of my prime
Modeling the modern stage
Perforating patience with a paradox
In place of where the sophist meets the sage

I level
With the hallowed bottom line
Hopeful like the point of a nail
Architecture fractures
In apocalyptic rapture
Where false frameworks prevail

There my heart lies

The beat is overwhelming
When it comes to helping
How I swore I could

I guess I'm knocking on wood
Knock knock knocking on wood

Excess
Will not lead to progress
Will not let me access
What I learned I should
Rid me of

Termites
Crawling into airtight
Trademarks of my disguise
Make me decide I'm good

When I'm just knocking on wood
Knock knock knocking on wood
Knock knock knocking on wood


© Michal Czechak 2016
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