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…