#golem
god created the sun
god created rain
rain and sun slept together
a rainbow evolved
every being has a double, somewhen
i'm half gipsy and jewish
bleedin' blueish
wise man told me lies about trueness
smell the fragrance of ghosts
relax, feel, love yourself
i will be praying for you
in rainbows
Dec 25, 2020
Dec 25, 2020 at 3:18 PM UTC
god flew through my coffee this morning;
an intellectual crow entered my apartment,
and it guzzled a sip of the holy brew
me? i didn't take notice, just took notes
a blind writer who seeks the extraordinary,
distracted by a strayed quest for himself
left eye red, the right one black, wolfishly
a tribe of suicidals shattered my eye sight
they were dancing in trance
they were singing in kid's voices:
"we forgotten who we are; our skins crumbling
we don't want to live inside your body; no!
we won't be your voice anymore; we be leaving
golemland is our destination, shelter of letters"
then, the tribe of suicidals left, depriving me of words
Dec 17, 2020
Dec 17, 2020 at 12:03 PM UTC
I love you, my darling, as if I were blood, flesh, and bone,
For I am but clay, and my heart made of cumbersome stone.
And had I walked free, I would kiss you, ask you to be mine,
But I'm bound by nature, a slave like the rest of my kind.
And you are a spirit, a creature of malice and dread,
And when I embrace you, I touch the cold hands of the dead.
It's odd, how I love you, the very thing I should abhor,
But our time is fleeting. Soon, you and I will be no more,
Then we'll be together, at rest, and I'll love you in peace.
So I'll bide my time, wait for consciousness to ebb and cease,
Smile as they erase me, speak words that reduce me to clay,
Free to find you at last, and let the world I left slip away.
Nov 19, 2020
Nov 19, 2020 at 2:28 PM UTC
3600 seconds, golden rich kids among bottle
scavengers, everybody hustlin', revenge?
the lights of society don't shine bright on them
collected bottles for a meal, irrelevant sunsets
the beauty of life decreased, dependency diaries
let lights loosely shine on these teenage giants
memories are opening up like red clouds, floating
in a time lapse, they will remember, in pride
honor and dignity, the one who splits the ocean
creates a shelter for the brothers and sisters
reckoner: burnings sandstorms, playful twisters
the one who smoothens a path to golem land
honey, milk and fruits, get rid of urban metal
come to us, be with us and stay with us
infinite loopholes, adults, kids and groups
the holy swoosh of a curl, your healing, stay
as you are walking through the ocean
as your brothers and sisters are with you
whiteblue words, you catch sentences like air
as you become a part of golem land
of us
Sep 4, 2020
Sep 4, 2020 at 1:33 PM UTC
time was talking to me in a bubble of dreams
asked me if i was ready for a new experience
since time doesn't speak to you normally, i stuttered:
ye-yes, i'm ready, bu-but where will it take me?
well, young man, time said, it will take you to
a country that has never been discovered
this country is made of islands, thousands of them
nobody lives there, except orange birds and fish
but forget all the islands, they are lifeless, excluding one:
home to a man who is called golem the violinist
he consists of letters and is mute, he can not speak a word
how will i talk to golem then? i asked inquisitively
time didn't answer my question; it just smiled gently
i blinked and afterwards, i arrived on the island
swarms of orange birds were roaming the air
silver waves were surging against my naked feet
was i really dreaming? i pinched myself and it hurt
i was not dreaming because i could feel the pain
suddenly, i could hear a violin, slowly played
i turned around and saw golem, his eyes closed
golem was huge, athletic and coated in tattoos
the entire body was covered with the alphabet
golem's head was nodding to the melody of the music
puzzled, i asked him which song he was performing
he didn't answer; i had forgotten that he was mute
i asked again, he put the violin aside, devoted mien
golem raised his index finger and placed it on a letter
it was an "s", curiously, i followed his finger, as he continued
i finally read the words "sunshine adagio in d minor"
but at this stage of my life, i was just listening, passively
today, i depend on music to write, on orchestral sounds
"sunshine adagio in d minor" was played by the golem
he presented me the grace and strength of the violin
i could never visit this island again; never in my life
golem enchanted me so heavily, my memory is erased
i can't remember the way to his island anymore
it is not on any map, nowhere, but i kept something:
golem introduced me to breathtaking music, heaven yeah!
and the violin has been inspiring me since then
sunshine, adagio in d minor: i do admire you, song
i thank you golem for your gift and for your time
maybe you'll read this one day and tell me the way back
back to your island, back to the birthplace of muse
i love you brother, you are like kin, all yours, mikey
May 29, 2020
May 29, 2020 at 10:53 AM UTC
the clarity of water
your disconcerted eyes
the peaceful traveller
your shade
the conscience of this page
a hustler who will die
the uplifted ego
death's arrival
exhaustion and ruin
uncle
father
the blink in the statue's frozen glimpse
a nightly graveyard-screech
the outerworld's dog
water, sand and concrete
divided oceans
the uplifted you
feelings of guilt
the repentance at the day of the feast:
it is not me
May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 12:53 PM UTC
how long since i got some sleep
golem and his guard dog
keep me awake all night long
in loops, like an endless song
the butcher is getting ready
night of the slaughtered sheep
i want to free that creature
stay awake longer than the butcher!
golem is throwing letters at me
guard dog's protecting the sheep
the butcher high on steroids
memories of my last night in peace
war zone 2020 i can't get no sleep
2020 war zone: please let it be
it's all about that you feel me
i will knee down in front of you
drink my fear o brother
**** the blood from your fingers
let's save the sheep and get some rest
how long since i got some sleep
May 14, 2020
May 14, 2020 at 12:23 AM UTC
as we escaped reality
within boundless lands
where the golem lives!
where the golem lives!
as we tried to make it
finally finna don't fake it
and as we entered our land
secretly; always warm
where the golem lives!
where the golem lives!
an infinite loophole
children adults and groups
it had never been too late
we had never gone that far
where the golem lives!
where the golem lives!
where the golem lives!
where the golem lives!
Feb 26, 2020
Feb 26, 2020 at 7:43 PM UTC
between three oceans
silver rocks and the desert
is a place
undiscovered;
a secret that no one knows about
hidden so openly:
a secret right in front of
your eyes.
it's never cold there
it's never hot there
this place is populated by
only one creature:
GOLEM
Dec 14, 2019
Dec 14, 2019 at 3:34 PM UTC
My mom warned me
About the ****** man.
I feared he would come
And find out who I am
And stick his fingers
Right up my own nose
But daddy quickly told me
That’s not the way it goes.
He said your mama has
A kind of impediment
That makes her talk funny
Not say what she meant.
And we were all accustomed
To words mom got wrong.
We seldom made a comment
We’d just nod and go along.
So, I grew up with stories
Of a guy called the Boogerman.
That was the way of childhood
In the neighborhood where I ran.
He was scary and if you failed
To watch out very carefully
He’d sneak up in the night
And grab you quite suddenly.
Some said he would eat you
Like the wolf in fairy stories.
All of the tales were scary
And none of them were glories.
But I never saw or met anyone
Who seemed to fit the description
Until I was grown, recently, and
That was the obvious definition.
He seems to hate everybody
And lives up high behind guards.
He growls and spits and shouts
And uses ugly nasty words.
Boogerman is the only thing
That fits the creep he seems;
The kind of creature found
In ‘wake up screaming’ dreams.
I’m sure when he bakes and eats
The people too dumb to run away
He gobbles and gulps and slobbers
In the most disgusting of ways.
And though some just nod and say
Well, that’s how stuff with him goes,
I am sure that he does it all the while
With his finger up his nose.
Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 2:17 AM UTC
He sweeps upon the open air.
Moves so fast, never know he’s there.
His dark embrace you’ll feel it’s near.
Your mind will race, heart thump in fear.
And evening’s rest shall not be solemn,
When stalked at night by the Golem!
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 8:39 PM UTC
Fed up with the ways of men,
I decided to create my own,
And he would be perfect.
I took a chunk of wood and began to carve,
My knife coaxing each perfect body part into existence:
Dark eyes
Full lips
Broad shoulders
Long legs
Strong hands
And a perfect...well...you know.
Then I carved the magic word into his chest
And he became flesh.
He did everything a woman wanted:
He listened well
Never talked back
Never got mad
Made love on command
And said those words we all crave
"I love you"
All with eyes as empty as bottomless pits.
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 2:45 PM UTC