I AM TIRED
I am tired
Tired of foreghn land
I have no home
I have no bread
I am tired
Of loveless days
I am tired
Of their dullness
I am tired of their talents
To waste
I am tired
In melancholia
In melancholia
We shall find
A savior
From the
Rotten
Thoughts
Of our
Contemporaries
Who drain
And drain
Get the people
Down the drain
Lyra
My dear
Remember
The valleys
Where we lone
Marched
We were town cherries
The prettiest
Horses
We were in unison
With all that mattered
We were
Brown horses
TO RESUME THE UNRESUMABLE
To resume the unresumable.
It was clear.
Nothing was clear.
To everything we were near.
Never to achive the erruption.
Onle the earth,
the mesmerising darling,
she errupted in pleasure and pain.
the disccust by the stealers.
Unperfection of elaborating wankers.
Poets.
Inventors of paradigma of cock.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Smoke.
Grog.
Fog.
Cock.
Moving on.
Reflexion.
Reflexion.
Paradigma.
Paradox.
Introduction to revolution.
Volume one.
Those who start revolutions
shall be eaten by their creation.
For the simple reason of blindness.
Evaporation.
The neo creation.
Evolution.
The continuing.
Hibiskus lupus,
sexual stagnation.
Circles.
Rhapsodies.
Farce.
General discust.
Town light.
Town sounds.
Everyone is drumming their drum.
The rhythm of the beautiful scum.
Exceptance of pathetika.
Glorifing now.
Farewell, farewell something.
So long cows
SITTING
Sitting.
Thinking.
Not knowing.
Thinking.
Lost,
painted over the intensities of friendships.
Falling in love on the beach.
Emotional distortions.
Complexities.
Sitting.
Shutters are down.
Windows are closed.
I am not opened.
I am empty of revolution.
In the epicenter of nothing.
Glorification of something.
I can not find refuge in this face any more.
I don’t see the bottom of these eyes any longer.
Everyone is more beautiful than me.
Refuge.
In this deluge.
Camouflage the greatness.
I have no stories to tell.
I am empty.
Resolution.
Another sleep.
Food tastes disgusting.
Sitting.
Another cigarette burnt without trying.
Empty.
Sitting on empty.
I am disgusting.
I have no crossroads to chose from.
I am me.
Me.
The solitaire.
The cold fire.
The extinguished highness.
Emotional trap.
Everyone has fallen in it.
In my emotional trap.
Everyone is there deep.
Deep.
All who ever came across me.
Scared me.
Scarred me.
I change my skin.
I wiggle out into the world.
Same old sun.
same old gold.
No escape for me.
I am running from nothing.
