BLUE PAINTED WALL

Separated from the very life of mine
I lie
And spread my toes
Inside the shoe

My brain
Out there
Clipped to the wall
By several sheets of painted tales
And man can stroll through
The corridor
Of yelling soul
And taste the insides
Released for gaze...

And blue
My blood gets every day
Anyone there?
Eager to drink it utill it's dried...
Until it's grey...?

UNTIL ONE DIES

No idea where to go
Looping in a ring of love
Scared is what
We mainly are
Blurred the edges of our scars

We…
We stroll through scenes of years
Yet we’re not sure
Who comes next…

There’re walls of joy
Behind our backs
And seven stitches on each of them
For every sin we’ve ever made

There’s woe-smell ceiling over our heads
So low
We’re rubbing it
When we walk
It wears our hair out
To bold our Souls

And there we lie
Trapped in-between six sides of golden fidelity

The floor below smiles now and then
Its teeth- damn white
Its breath smells Past
It thickens up surrounding air
We breathe it in to get us high

And yet we lie
Trapped into life…

PÓŁBOGIEM

Przeliteruj
Moje imię
W zachwycie
Z krwią mnie wypij
Pieprz
Jak życie

Mnie
Powoli wypowiadaj
Aż sie stanę
Na języku
Aż rozpuszczę się
Jak ślina
Gęsta
I
Lepka w przełyku

Moje słowo
O północy
Niech Ci szpilki wbija w oczy
I wypływa z ciebie łzami
Odklejone od powieki

I się stanę
Dotykaniem
Czcią milczenia
Zdjętą z Krzyża

I się stanę
Echem cienia
Kartką z ksiażki
Dowidzenia...

TO PEEL THE APPEAL

Appeal of yesterday
Feel it
Then
Peel it away
To see it bare
Remember
Rather not to compare…

CUBE

And what if
I don’t feel like writing
This morning
And what if I don’t
The following

Life became
A cube
And there’s nothing to
Pick the words for
I’m choosing the silence
Over the violence
Over it all
Quiet like a tired stone

Oh!
Did I mention
My hair grew critically long
They don’t obey the comb
At all

Guess you should not comb
The soul…

ARTISTRY

Hunger
Devastated mind
Devastated I
To become an Art
I try
To make The Art
Exist in me
And set it free
To fully be

Thirst
Dried up mind
Blood
And I must try
To acquaint The Art with what I am
Then myself with
What she becomes
Drink in Art’s blood
Merge it with mine
And make us one

Lust
Try and try
Getting so high
Lie to the Art
Lie next to her
And brush her hair
Let her surround you
With this smell
Make it your air

SUBLIME RHYMES

Sublime rhymes
That's not me
Krwawienie do ostatniej kropli krwi
Gentle suggestions sent to blank mind
Nie
To nie ja
Between languages caught
Like some moth
Among rays of light
The speechless flight
Confusingly hight
So climb on rhyme
Burn
Fly
Or Die
Zycie wsrod swiec
Plon albo lec
Still there's no I
Myself
Nor Me
Czemu i czy?
Trwa cisza
Trwa
A w ciszy...
JA!

NIHILIZM MÓJ

Nie mam do pisania nic
O niczym może najłatwiej?
Nic, to życie
Nic, to miłość
Nic – namiętność
Nic, to garnków w zlewie sterta
Nic, to jutro
Nihil est Certa
Nic…
I tego jestem pewna
Nic, to chyba nic innego niż ja sama
I co z tego…
Nic, to…
Nic to!
I nic mi do tego!
To nic, że nic…
To nic, że ja…
To nic, że ja nic nie mam do tego…
Że ja nie do tego…
Że ja do niczego…

HOLES

In the process
Of getting adult
I found few holes
In the ground
Leading underneath
Where all this things lie
Next to each other
Linked with hands
And demand
One from another to pretend
And they do
and the other ones do to...

NOT EVERY WORD STANDS FOR WHAT ONE SAYS...

Lament flows my veins like blood
Though I cannot shed a tear
Space is staring at my face from the window where I glance
I am scared
Heartbroken
Stoned
And I don’t take anything
Everything does take me though

Embryo in the ring of wombs
They all claim to comb my hair
I am there
And no one else

My Two Kings still call in here
Keep repeating within me
Only screams can liberate

My mouth permanently open
Since the day I have appeared
The Audience still waiting for
The First Squeal

Ladies
Gentlemen
Go home in peace
And rest

Body gently covered with wrinkles
And random bruises
The Register of Guests
It pictures all pleasures
That happened to happen to me

My bed sheets
Hometown for hair
Smell like something very bare
They ask me to bring some flesh
Raving for a fest of sweat
They forgot what means to eat…

THE ENTRANCE

The Hell has slapped my noble face
Blue blood ran over the mouth of mine
And here I kneel
Scared to the Death
Oh,
Miss me please
Oh,
Do not kiss…

I’ve slipped through some hands yesterday
Palms…
Who was there to touch my body?
Him…
Who was there to pour my wine?
I failed to fade
There is no body...

The Hell looks empty
And bare like Hell
It smells the rust and berries
The airiest spirits steal by corridor’s way
And mount the wall to reach Gods’ heel
They prey on prayers
Touch can not heal

The wall like gold inviting flickers
Faking the freckles on his body
Tastes like blood of thousand Men
Alive
Deceased
Those Barely Buried
Every disease they proudly carry
And each of them
Invites for Feast
The Tables burst with grapes
Wine’s dripping…

I though refuse
I though won’t go
Man’s dried blood lies
The Feast has died

I whistle at my Guardian Raven
His vast proud wing swings to reveal
The backdoor entrance to the Heaven…

THE KING

I'm wearing words instead of skin
Within my soul
I burn the holes
With holy brush and sacred paint...
He...
Hasn't left the building
Yet...

HER...

Mine and forever

Painted inside

My pride...

IN MY HEAD...

In my head
There are Worlds
Painted purple and green
And sometimes red
Like dragons feet's nail enamel
Polished and dry
Long six meters and sharp
Touching the cells of my brain
Scratching
Until the blood starts dripping
In my head...
The Worlds do not fight with each other
They gather at the fire of the Dragon's breath
And Light the cigarette
In my head...

NEVER GONNA BE THE SAME

Touch the second
Trapped in a capacious cup
And stare to see the time
Sweating inside
Living the life out
Can you smell it?
Condensed on the inner side
Condemned to death
The victim of felony
In agony
Collapsed
To become a steam
In order to exist

Even time himself can not resist the Lapse of Time
Irony?
Can you sense this moment
Perched underneath your nostril?
Shut your eyes
Can you see it now?
It's taking a bow…

Now, can you yell
At the face
Of silent space?
Imprisoned in the cup
Hear the thrill as vibration of the air in your ear
The Air will never be the same
This moment is not going to happen again…

ALL SOULS DAY

Still here...

CABERNET SAVIGNON

Wine and light
Embraced lips
And us
Contained one in another
Supplementing each other
Gleams
Gathered inside the glass
The latent mirror glances at us...

LIZARD'S CREATURE

If there is somewhere you can remain
Let it be me
Reincarnation of Lovely Brain
Silent extension of screaming Art
Cause You still are
And there's your finger in the rain
Falling on me like Blood of God
Creating me
Who'd make you proud
Covered with inspiration stains
Wherever you
If somewhere still
Within me you'll remain...

TINTED

Maybe I'm done with words?
Finished?
Trying to sort myself
And those Inner Worlds out
With the silent help of water paint and brush...

TO DAY

To chose
Even better than to be chosen
Sometimes
When the power
Of giving is given to us
We make a step
Into a chill water
To warm it up
Or look in the skies
Lying on the grass
To become a link between Heaven and Earth
We do wake up to make the day...

INVOCATION

Saint Bibiana
Pray for Us
For we really like to drink...

INSOMNIAC

Loud on the inside
I became
Outside turned silent
Reversed
It just awaits
The time is dead
There's no one to blame
For the insomnia
Squatted down under the bed
Those lips on the pillow they did not invite
Neither did I...
I'm not exposed to lullabies
Or goodnights in my ear
The fear eats them alive
Times are the bottles
That just passed
They stick to eyelashes
Make me blind
And I can't see the night

PMS

Soft cells
Inside the brain
Cumulate

They change my life into colorless yells
and quiet images
Dim as they are
Shut in the cube
of moods
With no light

Six walls
and I...

RED

Colours
Like obtrusive
Vapours of burnt incenses

Centuries of tinted scents
Stroll haughtily through
Cities of blame

My own shadow is red
Eats my personality
Instead myself
I am a scarlet stain

APATHY

Empty
Cups of my hands
Anything I might have had
Leaked between my fingers
Before I caught
The breath

My hairs are still long
And living their own life
Despite mine
Entangled around my neck
They are a threat

I walk in rhymes
Walking the lines
Of words

Fingers draw my thoughts over the air
My toes utter them
Inside a shoe
Blue…
(And suede
I would swear)

My handbag – The Collected Moods and
Snatched Rubbish–Poems
Of words that I’ve borrowed

There are Perfumes
With long-lasting scent of Beliefs
Yesterday’s pictures
Clovers with fourth leaf attached
As such
And Prayers for Tomorrow

Golden Fishes
Suffocated with my listless views
That they’d swallowed...

DEPICTED

I've run out of words

Artisticaly finished

Trying to draw

My soul pours out

On the sheet

Indefinite stains
Depicting whatever remains within...

FLEURIE

Dying Spirits become born again
In the tube of bath
By Them embraced
Me, lying
Drying the goblet’s edge
Touching aromas of brains
Prolific as such
Snatched – I paint them conscious
Matched - I lock in the drawer
Touched – I forget them living
And underneath my tongue
Feast of the Beast still lingers
The Inner Worlds
Ruled by their own laws
Savage structures greedily breathing
Wines bleed lips
Claret-dyed blood dribbles thick
Dragon squats upon my wrist…