Monday, November 16, 2009

"War Inc."



Empty sky when sun is setting
sea of blood up there in the paradise
ocean of blood and human remains
down here, on the red dust of the desert,
the wind of death is frequently blowing
and human eyes are burnt forever…
you look behind at all those corpses
left in this red desert to decompose,
you and your buddies are still alive,
with sweat and sand all over you,
you have no feelings, just a machine
inside your brain,
inside your heart,
they made you
a machine to kill human life,
could have been your brother or your sister,
your mind lack consciousness,
another cyborg who thinks he’s fighting
for his country
on other’s country soil,
a cyborg raping women and children
with other cyborgs watching, waiting for their turn
to have some fun,
no, they are no human,
how could they be,
living in this shithole praying
to their different God,
yeah, they deserve to die,
yeah, we deserve some fun
for being here,
choking with their red dust…
All killing machines cannot yet realize
they fight for their paycheck
not for their country,
they fight for those who rule the world
and hired them as mercenaries,
they kill and destroy for money
not for their soil,
they die for money they receive
and not for their far away country
who eats junk food while watching TV
having fun while
mercs and starving muslims die
for nothing.

Monday, November 09, 2009

"Bitter Moon"




Is a bitter moon high above
tonight,

Is a red moon down bellow

in the inferno,

unknown creatures struggling

with long fingernails they scratch,

trying to escape from their world,

the clamor is driving me crazy,

is a bitter moon, I can taste it in my mouth,

is running in my blood like toxic molecules

and in my mind I see your words,

burning like fire,

red like the fire,

“you look like 14 years girl or so

and I like older women”,
I bet you felt so good when telling this,

Yeah,
another bitch bites the dust
of bitterness,

I felt so ugly and repulsive.
I bet you’re really happy now

driving your cool black limousine
an older woman on your side,

with creepy smiles,

or

you are alone in rainy nights,
does the car keep you warm…?
yeah,
I bet it does
and you can even make sweet love to her…
I feel the bitterness tonight,

what if I cut my veins and let

myself bleeding to death

would it go all this lethal metallic taste,

or if I jump from highest bridge in town

and let cold waters be my silent grave,

would all this pain just go away…?

I hate this bitter moon tonight

exposing me

to all the demons lurking
under
the surface of my memory.
You are not worthy of my bitterness,

I know,

I blame it on this crazy bloody night

and bitter moon
that's hanging high above.

Tuesday, November 03, 2009

"Mad Blues and Two Cats"


Naked on the floor
one last menthol cigarette
is cold, so cold tonight,
Halloween with creepy masks
walking in silence,
phosphorescent eyes
watching in the darkness,
pain that never heals,
dreams forever lost,
a river of blood flowing
invading the earth,
poppy flowers blooming,
you were there
you witnessed their pain,
the never ending pain
the misfits of this time…
broken hearted I lie here,
the point of no return
I died to many times
Before
with every second of my solitude,
with every cry
of the unborn children
killed by hunger and despair ,
two cats glowing in the shadow
and a Halloween mad blues
for a broken heart.
I am here...

Monday, August 17, 2009

"Black cat on the roadside"




Energy drinks,

one can, two, three

Who counts it anyway?

just keep me awake,

is night and we are on the road

going home,

the highway going deeper in the dark

the sky has yet no stars,

Guarana taste,

Guarana smell

I like it,

Guarana lip balm,

August summer sky,

“On the road”- haven’t read it

to add on the must do things before I die,

Night talking in my head,

friend talking,

Who cares?

“The Cure – Burn” haunting in my mind,

Black cat with wide green eyes

on the roadside

watching me,

on the way to the mountain of salt,

“burn” spinning through my thoughts,

I fell for a created image,

a ghost in the shell,

an illusion,

The road through forest on a summer day,

“What would you do if the night catches you

in a forest like this, would you be scared?”

words from a different summer,

different forest but still looking the same,

guarana taste on my lips,

aroma floating in the air,

no, I wouldn’t be scared,

the illusion is dead,

a black cat with big bright eyes

just on the side of the road,

again,

our way back home,

could be the same cat,

could be an error in Matrix,

who cares anyway,

“victims, aren’t we all”…

Thursday, August 06, 2009

"Poem to my lover"




Rain falling this empty and cold night

Time contorting like a boa snake
unifying past and present with future
like in a Tarot game for royalties
sitting on the bank of Euphrates
I remember Babylon,
the beauty of all times
sadness invades my heart
Tokyo by night,
a blue moon rising over a lonely beach
the smoke of my cigarette,
I draw with henna on my hands
Mendhi,
life is just a journey in the land of the dead
elephants passing by into the Indian sunset,
the cycle of reincarnation,
in my room smoking,
this air of desolation invading everything,
Hannibal crossing the Alps with elephants
Roman Empire declining,
on the Southern Seas ghost ships crossing
the ships of Cristobal Colon still searching
the way to India,
I am tired to wait for you,
alligators go hunting in Everglades,
Utopia,
my dreams with flying fishes and orange moons,
can’t wait for you anymore,
I will send you postcards from uncharted places,
I will leave with the first ship to the Tropics,
just wait the monsoon,
my hunter from sad Tropics
I’ve waited for you in vain
now I will leave
Route 66 and the desert,
time is flowing chaotically,
in paradise angels eat ice-cream for angels,
I will no longer wait for you,
find me if you really love me,
my angel is on vacation,
rain still falling over the city of ghosts,
paintings of Chirico,
pink dolphins swimming in Amazon,
a car from 30’s,
endless number of human cells,
the intuition of the absolute in every raindrop,
rain falling over a battlefield,
the map of the human genome,
the unfinished cathedral of Gaudi,
I had a dream of you last night
you were so sad looking at me,
we are all seeking Paradise,
I will leave,
I’m tired of waiting, smoking my menthol cigarettes,
if you ever loved me
or still love me
Find me.

"Erotica"



I touch your skin soft like dark Chinese silk

with my fingertips

connected to your warmth

diving into your eyes

there’s no tomorrow

no today

no yesterday

a moment in space and time

closer and closer

I feel your breathing

hot, burning air,

drops of sweat

as I lick them slowly from your skin

your blood pulsating

your heartbeats under the skin

ribcage

tissues

blood

plasma

cells

muscle

electric impulses…

don’t care about you anymore

you are only a ghost

an obsession,

I hate you,

I want you

between these sheets your aroma

heat is a poison

an endless night so bitter and so bloody

your tongue down along my spine

licking and kissing

the delicate and pale skin

down to the lower back

the tribal dragonfly tattoo

your kisses burning like acid

I hate you,

I love you

this night with no tomorrow,

disconnect,

system shuts down

no more dreams

no more desires…




Sunday, July 19, 2009

Poem~11



"Zen"


This air

is hot,

sticky like melted sugar,

like blood,

air of a night

flowing to nowhere…

right here in my room

breathing

I am,

you are,

night crawls with every cell

that dies,

here and now

there is no one breathing

just air of lonely night

sticky and toxic...

Tuesday, July 07, 2009

"The Messenger"


A crow flew over my heart.

I wasn’t sure if I was awake

or dreaming,

I was afraid the crow would think

that I am dead

and eat my flesh.

I was afraid but

in the same time

I was at peace

like numb

like didn’t care anymore

if I was alive or dead.

But the crow just flew

over my left side

and I woke up

still feeling the touch of his wings.