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is it still there
dark sun of bug-eyed earl
for which he will never turn
nervous laugh of tiny earthling, who sees
because cannot have no eyes anymore
or clapping of our tiny hands
in which we join our hands in acceptance of lords crimes
or silent music of clenched fists

it is more than mourning
it is cancer
with claws in heady thrill hewed
in centers of humanity’s self-satisfaction
with claws invitingly opened around the world
inviting for taste
take this
maybe for the last time
today, our children’s future is eaten

and the world is melted
there is not left and right, there is no murder and victim
there is no truth and lie no more
slaveholders and slaves both are we the same
and sad children’s eyes are not shouting us the answer
we will not turn for the sun
for not to see it’s darkness

it is possible to stand and say no
it is possible to shout
behold, there is part of me, a piece of world
seek for another

Bio a historie

 

wala

why is the world so sad to live in

why is the air so hard to breath

why was i forced to hear that gruesome words

from these innocent lips

palestine sadness

suicide or martyr

suicide and martyr

created harsh misunderstanding together

developed poison to drink for blindness

she never saw a face of her enemy

face of a jewish child

what can i do

 

autumn beauty

you were the only one to pet my heart

encourage it to beat again

feed it with feast of thousands tears

smell of mandarin

by your hands i've felt

the heartbeat of creation

two bodies two parts of one soul

your way is my way

one step from paradise

i’ve learnt the meaning of the word

together

 

grudger

fundamental yet not realized

attempts to stay in middle

i pay them with bitterness

thus niceness is bitter

twice the pain of tit for tat

half of its effectivity

i’m a grudger

naive are the allies

distinction impossible

united we fall

bound to not betray each other

bastards don’t mind their itch

there’s always some to scrape them

i’m a grudger

no one rides my back

no one will misuse me

lonely i die

lonely i’ll cease to exist

i’m a grudger

 

sexy sons (hypothesis)

handcuffed to the top of fate

delight the taste

i do hear the trumpet

not calling me

she couldn’t steel not possessed

and no, the right term is „i’m occupied“

worthy of fuck and stealing those breads

i’ve seen them children

heat the womb

for others to lay

there is joy and here is purpose

i must be loved

queen, give me your sugar

i bet you can’t hold the whip

say your part

say you’re living life

so rational

 

good boys will be first

it’s just a matter of time

the prevailing will prevail

the bank won’t keep a dime

and them who keep peace will be heirs

calculated optimism, boredom of attempts to

predicted plausibility leaves no doubt

leaves no value to the current

carry the one to the age of expectance

additions of ones give us no profit

it’s irresistible in such a good manor

at least we won’t know the number of rounds

we still can keep some dignity

why to be satisfied

math is a harsh mistress

i want it happen now, but no

i won’t take a part

i won’t resist the blueprints

poor me

 

richard dawkins‘ eyes

no, i do think i understand

i beg your pardon?

though i may look like one, no, i’m not

oh, i haven’t seen you around either

it all comes together

and i sleep good at night finally

it’s the small things that makes it worthless

in feels so marvelous

it raises shattered to the meaning

no good, no bad, but reasonable

actually, once i thought the same

and u can’t stop thinking like that

blessed are the cogwheels

woe to the rest

 

lord of the mountain

dog chasing it’s own tail has more of a value

sysiphus knew that

there’s no point of rest

hollow was fulfilled

doors shut

reality’s leakings‘ time is gone

no more emerges on our way

from the beginning of world was he

(as far as he knows)

let us dance

the balance of extinction

it awaits us in the valleys

it’s nice

 

founder effect

the web of coalescence

caught them

whatever it was

it can’t be explained

it came slowly through the crooked ways

it’s nice to see the trends

it’s flattering

and sure it feels great to interpret

but it was the web

the web has chosen

that’s all

 

stochastic rule

there are no rhymes in popper’s universe

there is no poetry, just riddles

stochastic pattern encages the eyes

although it enables the vision

correlate the regression of thoughts

with what once was called transcendence

throw the hare on tortoise there

you’ll see the trend but not the distance

there is no sense in popper’s universe

there is no rest on adaptive meadows

stems hurt feet with predictability

soil burns with prediction

statement is underlined

conclusion done

you can’t be positive –

there’s to few of you