"tym" poems
When you travel in the car and the journey is too far...
Fill the cabinet with all the required stuffs,
It will be more exciting when you travel with a group.
Raise the woofers up ,
And eat the tasty stuffs.
Just Play the jolly tune,
It'll make your lazy mood.
When you see something unique,
Stop a while and take a click.
Still the destination is too far,
You're feeling tired and so is your car…
It’s time for a short break,
stretch your body and take a breathe,
When your body gets re-energised,
It’s tym to resume your lovely drive,
Destination is not always necessary to take,
Sometimes the road trip is what we want to make…
Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 1:28 PM UTC
Once upon a tym there lived a Crow..
It lived happily with its family.. Then there came a part of its life called "to be in Love".. It fell in love with a Pigeon.. It was hard, but the crow won the pigeon's heart and they lived together being under each others shadows.. Then there came a storm when they were on a long drive in the sky..
And the pigeon died..
The crow cried..
Hopelessness filled in him.. Heart broken into pieces.. Life was doomed by the fate.. But then the crow moved on but cudnt love anyone else cuz no one cared for it like the pigeon did..
But as the proverb says, "Light comes for the rescue when there is complete darkness", the crow met a Cuckoo.. Infatuation filled in him.. But it was helpless cuz the cuckoo was in love with the peacock.. Still crow stick to the cuckoo and acted foolish with her to just hear her voice to keep himself happy.. And the cuckoo who was totally opposite in many matters respective to the crow cudnt stand its behaviour.. But it still spread its wings for the hug of friendship.. Now the crow who doesnt know if the cuckoo will accept him or not is on his way to attain peace just with their friendship and remain alone all his life with its sweet and sour memories..
The end..
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 1:46 PM UTC
Life is boring, Born to super starring.
Illuminate. Thangs gotta turn around. Really can't wait.
Miracle happens every tym. Culd be our turn.
Better life screaming, where it's **** hard to find a gud wife.
All we lead, life in nigh. Fortune denial.
What culd we do but stay true. Staying more true, saying more truths.
Wish the youth truthful, fruitful. Beautiful the future 🔮 looks.
Journey in time, on the treak of time. Doing time.
Searching for fortune and fame.
Tame, who do you blame.
Mama called him Cloudnine, among all name's.
Elation, superb emotions of extremely happiness destination in the sky. on high.
Apr 28, 2023
Apr 28, 2023 at 5:04 AM UTC
The smile that she bore when he had opened his eyes the first tym in his life,
The way, care she took, understood each word of his silence then.
The hug she gave whenever he felt something creepy flowing through insides.
It was all okay till he knew that she had more hidden in,
somewhere she didnt care, and the roots of the house were broken,
In addition to the adamant over reacting when it comes to cleanliness.
The temper out of control for small reasons, he couldnt stand.
But what would a baby do when its mind comes to be in a fist,
It could do nothing but to live with fate this tryst.
but then he saw what she had done really did have the care.
She wanted him to grow the way she wanted to avoid facing the problems, she did.
But when she saw that he wants a different life,
She let go her wish and gave him a path to his chosen destiny.
Some negatives were in her but couldnt, only that much for her, he bear..??
All these punishments were, even if more than required, wid the good intentions,
And the roots werent broken, but had become hard instead,
His sight was, at first, a bit broken.
Her past wid the family people which she hid from him not letting him to bear the hurt that she took keeping mum,
And being strong to raise him as a man, to bring her repect back, that he would now do by hook or crook.
He's so sorry cause for understanding her, he's so late.
He wishes if she's not angry on him, would she open the gates.?
She then shows him a fact that the gates are always open in a god's heart.
Love she always did but his misunderstanding filled eye's couldnt see.
And the love he had lost to be taken from childhood,
Now while learning to take it, he's becoming a man the way she thinks he should,
Cause she will never guide him wrong he knows,
God couldnt be everywhere to show the way to his childrens,
So a mother is in place of him. The right path to solutions for the problems, she shows..!
Love you Mom.
Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 11:05 PM UTC
shudnt talk to you ..
coz u my opposite...
coz u r moody...
Coz u make me sad...
coz u get angry at me all d tym...
coz u total dog sumtyms ..
coz u r d one who has kissed so many girls.....
coz u dun trust neone....
coz u don't tellme how u feel at all..
Or jus mayb I shud talk to u?
Coz Mayb opposites attract...
Mayb coz u apologize with smileys that makes me smile ... .
Mayb coz u cn make me smile even if u r d reason m sad...
Mayb cz I get angry at u n u laugh at me..
Mayb cz I cn b a ***** at tyms too..
Mayb cz I want to kiss u..
Mayb cz I trust u..
Maybin d hope dat u will tellme how u feel .. Sumday !
Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 9:20 AM UTC
It's always have said to have patience
Do your work
You will get the fruit on tym
Have patience
Every thing will be right
Have patience
Your life will be bright
But it's hard to have patience
In the very bad tym of life
as at that time we forgot to survive
We just lost our cool, our thinking ability
We just because blank
And it's tough to have patience at that time
But without patience
You can't able to reach the high height
So have patience
And every thing will be all right
Jun 19, 2021
Jun 19, 2021 at 1:19 PM UTC
Hiiiii....u knw what aaj ky hai....
aaj bhot special prsn ka bday hai...
meli bestieee.... kaaa
paglu ka
bhot special tu duffr mere lyee...
&
chalo kuch meethi meethi yaade yaad dilata hu...
apni....
yaaad hai jab humari fst tym baaat hui thi....wo cmnt k rply me
ladai se hui thi startng
ki pata tha itne impo ** jaynge ek dusre k lye
fr wo humara din bhar choti choti si baat pr ladna
manana
fr draaame dikhana ki tu lunch ni kalega to b ni kalungi....
tu gannna ...tu gannniii
hihihihihi
bhot misss krta hu m bo ladaiyaaa
punishment b inni pyali ki galti krne ka man kre
....
school se aate hi beg rakhne se phle....mobile on krna...
net on hone se phle whatsappp pr msz type krna....
agr ek mint b reply late hua to bawal ,machana...
fr shaq wali nigaaho se dekhnaaa.....
hihihi binna galti k es masssom bacheee se solly bulbana.....
pure pure din baat krke b pet ni bharta tha
deere deere baat krte krte special one bn gyi merelyee....
fr kisi se b baat ni kalta tha m
muujhe aaj b yaad hai wo din
8/4/1999 mela bday gifttt
maine tainu 1st tym dekha tha...
hihihihi...
apni yaari ese hi bni rahe hamesha....
bs yadi pray krni hai... mainu...rab se.....
i love u my....bestieee...... happy bday tooo.....uuuuuuuu...
ab bta babu ky gift chaahiye teko.
.
Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 4:22 AM UTC
In a vase a flower was growing,
A strong wind across it blowing,
A worm in that vase soil was ploughing,
Her eggs in that soil had been growing.
One day roots of the flowers tried to *** out of the soil,
And in that vase upcoming was a turmoil,
To help its eggs the worm started to toil,
And in these situation sufferred all in the soil.
Roots were just selfish and cared for none,
Damage they were trying to do were unable to be frgvn,
But by the flower at that tym a decision wise was done,
Staring straight was it at the sun.
It started attracting the people around,
Decision was painful but no utter of a sound,
Then a Florist came, his hands on it mound,
He plucked the flower, a leaf crying as it fell on the ground.
This is an analogy of the world we live in today,
Roots of the nation exploit it but, against them a word, no one says,
Many flowers still lose their lives everyday,
But Untold sacrifices are always kept at bay .
Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 1:12 PM UTC
pije! kurwa pije! co mi
wiepsz prawdy w twym chyba niby? ?
jak masz dziecko i przypisz rękopis
w grze.... kurwa! po co mi taki bachor!?
ja nigdy z nim w ramach ojcem! spierdu du du;
na wal równych w droge kończeń koni,
aby ludzkiej myśli począć zaraz! prawde snu
w obudzenie jako dalszym snem w obietnice spełnione!
o karo! o karo! o karo jednego uścisku ust! o karo!
krucjato! o karo! od tej ja szeptem myśli wołam:
wolności mi trza! i tak od niej uciekam, bo nagle repliki
mi nie trza skrobać w ogień! lecz ogień skrobie i
proch wkoło - tyłem posąg, a przodem duch?! nie
duch, lecz szept, niby myśl, to pierw nie zmuszone
impromptu - a nie zmuszone bo, posąg warty kolan
i modlitw - i ta wyryta droga ku ozora
ślimaków, w kieszeni nagle w dal oddać
znany obszar wachaniem ręki jakby pisać, owszem:
zapomnieć o tym co w świecie było,
jest, i będzie.
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 6:24 PM UTC
Osiem metrów wysokości.
Pośrodku szczelina.
Rzeźba dziecka z betonu
obok kontury ciała i pustka
po bezbronnej istocie,
której już nie ma.
Szorstka struktura szarości
rani delikatną skórę.
Głód. Choroby. Samotność.
Świat zapomina o tych,
co nie krzyczą głośno—
o tym co najbardziej boli:
o miażdżonej niewinności,
i olbrzymach pilnujących
orszak przestraszonych wielkich oczu
w małych, wychudzonych ciałach.
Pamięć nie jest wygodna.
Ona fizycznie boli.
Uparte rany nie goją się.
Było.
Jest.
Wije się w sąsiednich otchłaniach Tartaru.
Aksjomat przyjęty przez aklamację:
„Tak ma być!”
Cisza.
Na scenę wychodzi syn ocalałego.
Łamiącym się głosem szepcze:
Tata przeszedł piekło, ale kochał nas.
Przeżył, napisał pamiętniki.
Dał świadectwo.
Rozumiał ten wykolejony świat.
BROKEN HEARTS
Eight meters high.
A crevice in the center.
A concrete sculpture of a child
and the deep void.
Once there was another child,
now gone without a trace…
The rough grey texture
hurts fragile skin.
Hunger. Disease. Loneliness.
The world forgets
those who do not scream
and what hurts the most:
crushed innocence
guarded by the giants
watching the procession
of terrified wide eyes
in small, gaunt bodies.
Memory is not a peaceful place,
it brings physical pain.
It gnaws from underneath.
Stubborn,
festering wounds,
they refuse to heal.
It was.
It is.
It will happen again
by axiom,
accepted without question.
That is how it must be.
Like a venomous snake
slithering near the lands of Tartarus.
Endless sacrifice, leaden silence.
And then, the son of the survivor takes the stage.
He speaks in a whisper:
My Father went through hell, but he loved us.
He wrote it down—
a testimony of a derailed world.
He knew what it meant to be human
when it hurt.
He survived to love and to be loved.
Jun 2, 2025
Jun 2, 2025 at 6:13 PM UTC
Moje serce się przelewa,
Bo mnie w kółko ktoś olewa.
Ciągle gine, to mnie zżera,
Taka smutna atmosfera.
To nie bajka, i nie płacze,
Tylko sobie ja tak kracze.
Au, jesteś jak złoto,
Ale chyba o tym wiesz pięknoto.
Forever alone, czy nie,
Zawsze będe kochał Cie.
Może zaczekam aż ktoś mnie znajdzie,
I może przy tym się sam odnajdzie.
Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 9:27 AM UTC
I met him, he smiled,
That smile which he had given to me when I tried to talk to him for the first tym,
And i felt thoughts and ideologies of us rhyme.
And then gradually we became friends,
Everytime I told him something, he used to smile,
I came to know it later that smile was just used to bluff,
My trust on him ripped cause, werent holding it strongly, his eyes.
At first we were best friends but then this change of behaviour came,
And friendship kept longing for the origin in him.
Collided Stubbornness and Deciet to create implosion,
Which none of us wished, but time to bring the surgeon,
No surgeon not because he has regrets but for removing my wound with root,
Cause remains there no friend in him, All I could see is ignorance,
Then it was over after a couple of short wars and the other time a constant cold war.
Now I met him after long time in my mobile, its screen carrying his pic,
He smiled, Once, trustworthy, I thought of which.
Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 10:48 AM UTC
Cnt seem 2 4get
Cnt get ya outa my head..
Wana c u all da tym
Want u 2 stay a while..
Thn u arrive
And its all clear
I hav good reason for ths fear
If thrs 1 thing I jst cnt handle
Its lies..
Da feeling of deceipt
A 6th sense tht comes s0 naturally
Been dwn ths road
Too many timez b4
U'v been cought
1 too many wayz b4
Wht I jst dnt get
Y wud my lov 4 u n0t jst g0?
Y wnt our roads jst part?
Thrs nofing left here
4 me 2 stay
Da trust is gone
Nov 3, 2010
Nov 3, 2010 at 1:12 PM UTC
Dzień dobry, ok, ustalimy koszty na 100 egz. zajmę się tym po świętach, bo będę wyjeżdzać. Wiem, że miał Pan prawo zwątpić, ale w Polsce inaczej mimo wszystko podchodzi się do poezji, mam wrażenie, że tu nadal jest ona ważna. Bardzo wiele wydaje się tomików poetów - amatorów, są oni zrzeszeni w klubach poetyckich. Cieszę się, że Pan ma też swoich czytelników, to super, myślę, że tomik Pana zadowoli i oczywiście wieczorek z poezją też. Może uda się Panu przyjechać ? ale to jeszcze dalsza perspektywa, mama mówiła, że może sierpień. Pozdrawiam.
oczywiście, skoro pani prosi, przyjade... wiem, ta niesfoboda różnic perspektyw, na zachodzie jest ważna muzyka, ta forma ubustwa poezji... rym na rym na rym etc. ile czasu jest potrzebne tyle racze zgodą i kiwaniem głowy, nie chce sie wpraszać z tą obawą zaniedbania... w sumie nie ja wykonuje tą "brudną" robote publikacji. oraz dziękuje za brak formalności z tymi słowami przed moimi... chociaż rękopis by wiele więcej wykrył w ramach odpowiedzi, tzn. czułosci; jednym słowem: dziękuje.
Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 8:57 AM UTC
Put ur feelings aside 4 a while
Take mine in consideration
Iv been ur fool
4 way 2 long
Its tym 2 let g0
Tym 2 m0ve on
Must admit
Its easier said
Thn d0ne
I'm n0t 1 stay behind
N0r do I hold on
2 things tht can't b saved
I turn around and walk away
Wif u its different
Wif u its strange
I'll be ur fool any day
Done trying 2 make it work
But ths feeling
Jst dnt wana go away
Take my feelings in consideration
I'm n0t here 4 ur entertainment
Ur braking my heart in2 pieces
I jst realized
I hav 2 let u g0
Its n0t u
Its mE
I'm allowing this 2 be
Nov 3, 2010
Nov 3, 2010 at 1:33 PM UTC
' wat i do now'
Wat i can do now,
tell me pls wat i've 2 understand and how,
m sad cuz u r far from my vision,
many times i just wanna hug u without any reason,
how long i've 2 staisfy my heart,
by seeing ur picture and apart,
form this dammn distance,
which is bcm a fence,
but nvr b afraid cuz my emotions fr u,
will nvr b low but few,
things u've 2 do,
love my patiance my feel,
cuz these r very imp. And real,
fake and real r d 2 things,
nd we can say r the 2 sides of mirror which brings,
some time satisfaction but sum tym sorrow,
but just we must hold our hand so that our tommrow,
will have a great pick-up,
for d way which we r thinking 2 lead,
and our future will bcm a story of love and peace,
and having d best perfection,
and d best peace of satisfaction,
so b wid me,
and forget about the,
sorrows,
and I'll **** them if they follows....
Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 2:20 AM UTC
'wid out u i am like'
Here is no joy wid out u,
here is no life wid out u,
wer r u pls *** baby y dont understnd,
dat my heart is wid u which beats and,
still beating cuz it's widin ur arrest,
best thing it will b that never give it 2 me from ur chest,
just behind me where my sorrow lives,
i will also keep ur sorrow also
pls give me ur nights,
which make u 2 forget all happy things and tym spend wid me,
forget about d past i request and i please,
i can make u laugh and make d moments in which make ur lips bite,
2 hide ur cutest smile,
my happiness wid u never ends wid u,
and wen u r not wid me i cry and i just pray for u,
ur face give me a satisfation dat u r not so far,
and i u hug me i can win a war,
i love u d most
i love u by heart
pls forgive me and never go apart...
@ akash mazumdar
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 9:48 AM UTC
*ona mruga oczyma jak sra, czy jak szczy*?
(concerning one of my cats in the garden
easing the **** or bladder,
whichever - imagine saying it's a baby
when it's should be said: retract that idea of
nappies and breastfeeding, watch Prometheus -
girl quick on the mark, alien tadpoles ahoy!);
you'd love to see the rainbow of curses
i littered the ground around me -
all because i overslept my doctor's appointment
over the phone -
hell knows no womanly furies,
it's kitted out with them as standard -
mind you, it's about time to encounter
if not simply invite Dr. Zhivago to cool
things down -
such trivialities as only a woman
might know to be the basis of infuriated assault -
and about a thumb's length of whiskey
on an empty stomach, and three coffees...
shit's buzzing...
after vacuuming the house i make my oaths:
yes, the 21st century Homeric heroes to mind,
our modern heroes: heroism equivalent of
paying the gas bill -
entertainment value? zilch:
unless you're bound to be watching Odysseus
take the longest yawn spanning into the 22nd century.
no... i didn't have a rich father, but
they managed ******** into my mouth anyway,
no wonder all i get to say is: it stinks -
alter?
*nasrali mi do gęby,
nic dziwnego że mówie: smród!
smród!
nie jeden balas w szambie tym samym
demokratycznym słowem powie: smród
i rozkaz męczybuły nad głos!
a tu jakiś Kossak pięścią... sto razy wdepte
ci dekalog: dwór! dwór! nie pałacyk...
buda! buda, psie marnego skinienia
w aport! hujnia i homonto!
oraj pole... jebana mać oraj złote włókno
by przestał głód pytać o gram
sytu! oraj!*
beauty of out a loss in temperament,
no cocktail party for miles...
if you look closely you can
spot a Belgian field of poppies;
god the English malaise of attempting to curse...
the easiest curse in English is identified
as courtesy - sorry means as much as **** off*.
Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 10:43 AM UTC
M missing u...
Dear jst want 2 hug u tight,
so dat i can feel ur heart beat
which keeps me alive,
but i cant see u,
my eyes r searching u.
Every where ,
if i found u it will b my best spare,
of achivement for life,
and u will b mine,
it's not a dream dat u r running through,
it's reality dat i love u to that extenct u,
can imagine ur self 2 b loved so much,
cuz i luv u d most and such,
tym will bacme 2 b as m livin,
cuz it's u who gave me a world for loving....
@ akash mazumdar
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 12:27 AM UTC
mój jenzyk, moja czystość, mój brat moja siora! kiedy ja tam w głowie pra dziada takim pod iglatym krzyżem żyda na równo brał?! kiedy?! kiedy?! czemu czekaniem w anglii?! czemu?! boje sie horyzontów takich jak tych! boże... czemu to marszem wydarzenie nagłe wprost na pustynie wyrytych narodów jakby kretów w mgle czerni? czemu ubogi w krakowie prosi mnie o czerń żelaza a nikogo innego?! gdzie ja w cebulowym kościele, gdzie ja?! na płacz... ja na płacz a nie na grób rodzinnym?! czemu... czemu?! daj mi chociaż wrót do ziemi! daj mi chociaż wrót do ziemi! ja lach z czynu i kości! ja lach z czynu i kości! ja werset bez czynu razy raz jeszcze raz! szfeda płacz. daj mi swego syna cień ciała, znania mieniem krzyż i pacior.
szkło w deszczu
mówi więcej
niż mgła
przy ogniu iskry, czy tam
sfobody ćmy przy świecy,
bo kto pyta o wizerónek
słów przy lustra snów moża
czy tem narcyza
na tle jeziora bez rzeki
w gęsich makiarzu na tle
marszu gęsi szwastiki -
to o tyle pyta.
tyle mi mówi płacz,
ten izrael północy, ta polska,
z tym edynburgiem jako ateny
czy ten sankt petersburg
jako wenecja.
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 11:39 PM UTC
i o nim iskrą w rrdze,
w gre na tło innych
narodziń -
i nim o iskre:
krzemień o krzemień -
i kość o kość - nauka kaligrafii...
jak i ten co o męke
łuku ziemi w dary
oddać pierw chciał nic, a potem proch -
o potem kichnąć
w sto braci leczy naród prośbą! też jak ja,
obudzić ozór! **** powiadomił...
niechaj ten ozór - horongiew nasza -
akcentów ilości sie zajada,
bo tyle umie -
i tyle wyzna - jak i słowem sie
zachwyci: po rosaj i po germańsku -
na weekend - i tym tam,
na czeł Mongoła: zapomnień, i
zapomniawszy: zwany Lach, hujem
przez sukiennice i kreski sławnych tabu
ilokroci -
i ta bida... stokroci.
siała baba mak... ni widziała jak...
chlop... chlop... chlop...
siała baba mak, ni widiała jak...
bo tu kurvasiet chłop! chłop!
kak duszy Khrushchev? ni pomogje!
naz gu!
niet harasho! niet! haraшo?
Las Vegas etя: Lon-don, Pa-ri-ri Piri Piri
Mex hey ** i co. - etc.
******* ****** Bahamas **** cult яя.
Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 12:04 AM UTC
ty czyń mi co polak polaku... a nie ten skórwosić bólo-błąg łamania oczy-dam mattce i reszte pśym-ganagu! ty z zapomnienia by teś powiedzi łamane goobye: ja ci kurwa krewnym? ja ci kurwa krewnym?! spirdalaj tam gdzie cie mongoł łaskocze czołem wyrytym ambicją modłu wersją w dywan; lachu'hu'ju! albo to, albo kurwa: Wieden.... ja nie tobie krewny! o! patsy! polska slachta sie obudza! chyba cas na: sejmik... tak, pospolicie mówie... bez akcentu: po wiejsku! czy tam szwinsku! krew we mnie zastygła: płynie jeno rtęć... ja sam putin kiedy wabie polskie media poza exodus w anglii, na swojskim gnoju.
słów wedle ognia ojca
na czyn ten
zapomnieć
wtargwienie...
skupą u dna..
bez dnia...
nie ty jeden ubity
oddechu martwy i
warty braku łzu:
krokiem kruka:
nie tyś ostatni wichrem na tylko:
by zaznać gnatom łomonym,
a wtór! kałczugą łamany, to co:
śmierdzi opałem, i piwniccą!
bodaj jutro, i chybył: rodzaj zza
kwestją powiat...
bo to ci gniew: bogiem zgra
rękąpis wątek bydła,
ku wnet liczidłem w słowo....
nadać iskr: szumu mieniem wiatr,
martwa skorupa oddechu da,
co o myśl wątku wyda tchłu: wakacyjna gwardia
czołem i kolanem w pacierz,
zbyt, nabity, i tym, wymuszony;
skragi: ostatek.
Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 3:11 PM UTC
tu nie stanie islam... nawet jako stańczyk,
na jednej nodze;
tu nie stanie islam... nie na tej glebie...
tu nie stanie islam;
poczekam: z pamięcią
zwana turk;
ja... ja! ja tu man pierw: rys! i prawo aby
tak było! czy nie! i by tak zostało dotrzymane!
tu islam powie: o kurwa... spierdalam!
tu mi islam tańcem może fiołfki w figle
zamienić...
tu! mi! ißlam! nie da ani jednego kolejnego
kroku!
tak... no tak... wpraszam w siebie
"nieczyste" i najbardziej czarne serce...
huj im w dupe! i ten lament kobiet
o warszawskich obyczajach -
sławne powiedzenie: jak kurwa warszawska...
po chodniku... tu it tam...
czy kurwa pingwin wtarł sie do twej pizdy?
no to co mi tu gawędzisz o:
ah... ale to dobry syryjczyk...
czy ja naprawde wyglądam
jak by to mnie, tak naprawde obchodziło?
spierdalaj! bo inaczej dam ci w ryja!
owszem, spytaj siostre Cologne...
sto-dwa i tym
namaluje ci: gwałt...
a wtedy powiesz sobie...
to mi sie... podoba?
mokra pizda? chyba tak! ha ha!
tu! ißlam! nie stanie nawet na jednej nodze!
nawet by to był tanieć à la pirouette
tu! mi! żaden dziń, kurwa, nie zatańczy!
smród pustynny, koci stolec, i ta
pierdolona mina wgrana w kontemplacie
genezy zaparcia.
- o! pats! mysleli ze ty niet gawari!
- no kurwa... psecies odkryli h'ameryke
w puszcze sardynek
na kresach!
Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 6:53 PM UTC
.nie dotykaj ich kobiet... mowie ci... nie dotykaj ich kobiet... to nie twoje, to wprost obcze, i tym bardziej owcze...jak sam, zobaczysz... nie tykaj ich kobiet!
ja nie jestem tu, w ramach potrzeb
ich kobiet, mowić słowo: nie!
ale... ich kobiet "potrzeby"
mnie naj mniej... interesują...
kiedyś... może... nie teraz...
ja, tu jestem...
po tą kurwe swe znaczą
tytułem: językiem...
ja, jestem tu, po ich zór!
pizdy w ramach gnoju jedno,
ale jedno nad wszysto..
ich. jęzór?
jeniec?
taki jeniec? jaki może być
sam język sam w sobie?
no to jaki, jeniec?!
to... to!
a tu...
tu? tu... teraz hymn.
i to słynne... sto lat!
no, panowie?
co? co kurwa jest?
sto lat sto lat niech
Dąbrowski żyje nam!
to jest moje: salve regina!
ślepy bładzi, ale ten co pyta?
tym ja, jam tym ślepym...
jam ślepy i tym samym,
jam co błądze...
kiedy kusić trza...
to nie tym zorem...
ale tym, o ile sto lat
zapuźno... jam sobą...
przy twym tronie
tym ten sam.
jam mówie swą krew!
i tą krew! swą jam: przemówie!
nawet do tych bez
kraju, i fałszywego Pana;
oczy jak iskry,
i mowa jak lustro...
nawet do bzdet kraju,
i fałszywego Pana:
rój! i cholera nad resztą!
nawet... owszem, Panu,
ale kraju,
ale kraju...
co Panu nic wart.
Oct 18, 2018
Oct 18, 2018 at 7:37 PM UTC
Open yours eyes at the dim of the lights
All was gone never to return
Never heard the alarm sound
though you whispered your confession that it was too loud to be ignored
Now the reality gloats how detached it left Us
Beating its chest hard like a raging king Kong
Always hate when warning seems and you swerve
All the unlimited times we bound
And a bridge we made
Crossing from two different mountains standing
Yet a common river fed us both
Now that river seems like a seasonal stream in the desert
Only its flow left to glare
Only bottom rocks left to stare
None will quench their thirst on the soft sandy soil that the cool waters left
With tym the memories we hold will fade fast than forest burnt
With tym our lips will grow pale and rough
Never to speak sweet words that touched...
Sep 1, 2018
Sep 1, 2018 at 2:39 AM UTC