repeTITIve

Mar 21

 

Trees are grown, roses bloom
Birds are looking for a mate
The magic happens again
It is  f a i t h
Pure pearl in a heart-shell:
l i f e
Magic happens when you expect it
It is  t r u s t
The thunderbird of fate

 

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Fresh leaves of blood-coloured roses
Blind birds keep looking for a mate

Pain-pearl in a heartshell:
Nest of the thunderbolt of fate
Encompassing the almighty life 
Grief is almost a sparse delight

 


 

 
 
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Brutal artifact

Mar 17

 
The new age arrived
 
Soul-catching vicious beings
as if parachuted from the sky
or slyly crawled – demonic worms –
from beneath the earth
 
disguise violence to look like
playful computer shooting games
unleashed against those who refuse
that the end justifies the means
 
Their weapons are brainwash deception
mental miscarriage of ideas
masked with transparency integrity
 
A lonely fate of the weak is ours
 
The most vulnerable among us
who fondly stumble through the world
with a shy smile and broken dignity
slowly evaporating like
children’s breath in cold weather
 
Blood-sucking Draculas rule
 
 
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