FEMALNESS

I cannot solve the puzzle of my soul

Maybe I am an infinite emptiness

Maybe I am just a boring entity

Without a goal and motor

The feeling have left me

After the storm

What is there to pursue

Decorating the home?

I was hungry so I have eaten

Now

I want to dance a little

Its all in pieces

Its just existence

Mundanity

Oh insanity

You are a blessing

You give a meaning to this disconnected pleasant normality

What is there underneath

Don’t ask your mother

She won’t say anything

How is she not bored with this mundane eternity

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My grandma was a little bit possessed by the aristocratic madness

Love is a mistake

You lose your resolve, woman

He is not a god, and you are not a bird

You will go straight to well with your nirvana

They don’t want it

They like concrete

I really need to get myself some piano

Oh, Sappho and romantics

Stop strangling me in the sleep

Incubus

You dreamers

All your opium love spelled dreams

Are suffocating

Killing babies in their sleep at night for their selfish lovers

Concrete

My husband only talks about money and properties

My husband only talks about money and properties

My husband only talks about money and properties

About pipes and refurbishments

About refinancing

And management

The finishing up buildings

And renovations

Carpets

Doors

I don’t give a damn about the shade of the doors endings

His mother only talks about money and properties

I don’t give a damn

I know I’m ungrateful

But I am suffocating

I want to talk about a nonexistent property

in this house

Song of the Bird

It’s a christian revolution
resurrection of the Christ

cause he is no longer stupid and blind

I will detonate those lies
with a rose blast

cause I can’t sleep at nights

In the realm of my prison
in my mind
I will detonate that fakeness of your lies

the whole squadron of the stars
the self-loving mirror gazers
of all kind

I will detonate the fakeness of your lives

Epitaph on the death of M.

I feel like I’m being killed
by an invisible dagger
What is it?
My soul? Maybe –
Is my soul in my brain
mechanical doll
can’t stand straight
and look in the eye of the
danger

at the cemetery
at the grave
it’s dark
but I can’t feel anything
It’s foggy and dull
I’m looking into the hollow eyes of nothing
she is dead

What does that mean?
there
really
d.e.a.d
it is inexplicable

things like that were not supposed to happen

The Puzzle of Love

The puzzle of love

is in the mind

but in my head it’s like shattered triangles

sometimes it’s right sometimes it’s left

all that mystical mess

my mind desynchronizes

when I’m trying to avoid your gaze

the puzzle of love

is your quest

In the realm of the numb

Just now I have almost lost the meaning of life

Ok, lets the love die

lets dive into the abyss
with those bloody witches

you’ll win

after all, we cannot longer contain the explosion of malaise
the boredom is eating us like fish and chips

I have no more dreams

Lets us all go mad in this boring madness

all this stupidity

so what

they always win those bastards

so let them win

TO THE ENEMY

If we could meet up in some beautiful space
a space which doesn’t fit us at all
cease the contradictions in our heads
for a while
then maybe we could stand up for ourselves

maybe they would stop talking
directing our minds
for the duration
of our stay

just a fantasy, enemy
because I’m your adversary
and you are mine

therefore, we are destined
to stay
in our appropriate bedrooms
thinking about the next life

PEOPLE

Should I hate them

I do feel hate

but I postpone

and wait

what good will come out of my revenge

it’s better to sleep and bake

go to the mountains

although I won’t

visit the grave

I have never seen

of my sweet sister

with blond curly hair

it’s all over now

the world begins

let the love

calm down

and sleep

RITE OF PASSAGE

There was a suicide planned for both of us but wasn’t executed

You are mental

Yes, you are

she said

You are just insane

Fidel Castro

Drag queen rebels

Transatlantic, trans-human

No, I am not a Vatican spy

And I’m sick of the insults

She added, typically upset

There is a deep hole

after your departure

Your velvety voice

was promising peace

You disappointed me

with your hostility

But now I am sitting here

In the district block

post-revolution

and not in Britain

Where I fell straight into the war
into the epicentre of the revolution
unknowingly

And I am bored

And I feel blind

Walking through the bushes
of lilies of the valley
without blinking

and everything seems meaningless in this matrix of things

And there is a new fire
whatever I touch

And people eating each other like animals

It’s the time of apocalyptic fury
on both sides

So let’s hide

Maybe forever

Let’s wait for the storm to end

And meet on the other side

When the slaughter is over

If ever