ISLAND

Cactus plant- ME

trying to reach YOU, my water continent

MAN alive is not alive

HE is tied to a chair

Virtual nothingness

has taken us all in

into the WORLD

with no WORD

If one MAN stays indoors

HE is an island

If one PERSON takes another PERSON

as HER prisoner of LOVE

THEY are an island

Now two islands are living immobile aggregate state

State of terror?!

“Ugly state”

states our president

-states depressed press of the oppressed

“Unintentionally YOURS at first”

that’s what lovers usually say nowadays

Other people are dragging ME firmly tied to their horses

Don’t let ME- pull YOU away from YOUR Archipelago

"YOU self-absorbed materialist!

So YOU have no potential for anything else?"

Lecture ME about it for a while,

please do

"Criminal minds are in YOUR mind

-lose their tail!

Life is all you can lose"

That tale I don’t want YOU to tell ME

"Totalitarian!"

Vegetarian!

Go back to YOUR leafy island

It’s tea-time!

I wonder what tea tastes like in Londinium

FINALLY ONE GOOD POEM ABOUT WAR

’ve gone to fight a war in the Nameless Country

for you, baby, and for us both

for our homeland in the next homeland

in the ancient Vaterland of humanity

Jesse Owens runs the Marathon Field

to share with us the happy news:

We are all safe now!

“You idiot, why did you die now?

Now that the freedom bell tolls!?”

Peanut- you puppet racist!

You know purple isn’t the only colour

Little green tomatoes will condemn you

in front of their domestic shrines

Ragging bull starts his final dance for freedom

only to be taught how to love his fellow-herd

The Great Dictator I am

the great consul in the ministry of evil

War!

I can’t win this war inside of my soul

Native defending forces are overflowing me

When shall we win?

I mean:

We are overpowering the nation of moral inflation

only as we lose our battle with pride

Peace will give us all that we wanted

Peace be with you- Eve

SCIENCE IS MY MAKER

An alchemist made me

he will also carry me out

into the void.

I want to be The Creator

and get to decide who lives

Technology is the producer of all my lusts

(your acts of mercy are so out-dated nowadays)

I trust fully and completely that nothing good

comes out of this in our future

T-800 is our sole savior

What you believe is a myth

Our truth is the only reality

We rule the Earth with “lie-ology”

and that fact just cannot be changed

We spend our holidays in the shopping-malls

of this world

I am sure that little black Lazarus

can and will eat tomorrow

What makes you think anything is wrong?!

And why do you say we can all be healed

with your utopistic unconditional love-feeling?

You live in utter denial

I am healthy

- it is you who is ill!

JESUS IS MY TRUE ENEMY

“Before you even say it- I forgive you”

Are You really my true enemy?

Because You look like a friend in elaborate disguise.

I hear You knockin', but you can't come in

I hear You knockin', go back where you been

„Didn't you know- I want to make you my friend?”

Desperate times seek desperate measures

I am so desperate I could even accept your peace-offer

Some people say You’re a horrible enemy

Don’t want no foes any more

Have too many of them already

Don’t need another one

-especially as powerful as You

“Love thy rivals

Because- rivals are my love I give you through them”

Love deposits gold coins in the treasure of our chest

Our common chests are breathing smoothly

only to be stopped at a sound of steely breeze

They don’t have a point at nothing

They don’t… need me

You don’t… want me

Why don’t they… just love me?

Remain in the silence science

Congratulations on your new love child, Mr. Poeta!

Why should we give our voices to never-land

It can speak for itself, easily, on its own

it can inhale us

You must exhale us

You mean synonym for our worst opponent

F.E.A.R.

-the organization of the ugly

Where are the good and the bad?

Law enforcement commissioners of the New Monarchy

are sleeping in the pig houses

self-reluctantly rolling in the ultimate high

that repossessed us everybody again

living on the globe of utter freedom from love

Legalize brain, too!

We demand from You to give us back our OK

IN THE LOBBIES OF MY SPIRITUAL SOUL

The world is silent today

Everyone is gone

My photo, show me the door

to everlasting eternity

It's great!

I will see you through, darling, tonight

Only the tv is on

Computer is on

I can hear a chainsaw

The emptiness tried to saw me apart

But I'm still here

Let me take a little break

from everyday sawing

See, saw, seen

I win!

WHERE DO I START FROM HERE

(New poem)

35 years is a long time to do nothing

-so I did a lot!

For the good

For the good

For the good

For the well

For the deeper better

well of goodness

Goodie, goodie

you are to me, Josephine O.

Oh, digital love is here to stay

Binary code of my bynome*

overwhelmed my brain

now I dream of

not to her

Nightmare is my stage of little horror

Stop approaching a chicken

as it is a man

And the man

as if he is a chicken

Stop it here, brother!

says the man who never hid himself

from true stories of our grampa

Hannibal

who crossed the Alps

in one shot from a squirrel

Epic story!

New on the free market

Bana’s grampa telling stories

right down from heaven

about how he spat

into the eye

of the eyedeologists of modern times

Times New Roman font

my favourite for blocking

the shots of attacker

on the next FIFA’s world championship

As I was on a goal in Bregana

when they shot the president

Total mashup!

DODO- TASK: LIFE

(new poem)

Get it, man!

Get the life you wanted

-you will- great of the greats

hear me, heal me

heal my heart

From the start you were there

in my heart

from the start

In a pause of creation you’ll get it

Pause it, that computer of yours

Christ is our friend, my brother

follow him around your world

of peace there is in you

Inside you sleeps power

unknown to you

Yet- you don’t know it

Fly, my brother eagle!

HEALING POINT

(new poem)

My heart has a point

point for you, J*

You will win this game

but our war victory is mine

My fear has a break

break without love, love of my life

Love is strange

You’ll feel it

You won’t feel a thing

when I separate you from your heart

surgically

You will forgive my English

but that’s just life

poetic licence that is

life

* This poem was the last coffin in his nail. it was a drop that was too much for his gf. and she shot him dead……… (Author’s coffin…)

DREAMTERNET

(new poem)

Haunted bed mine is

Dream is following me around

The house is Yours- so You better heal me and my love

Accept me better!

“Why don’t you stop for a minute?”

Wait, You, I don’t have my watch on me

“Yes, you have!”

It is called heart

Your watch is watching over you

What  is there

behind this

“All success, I tell you!”

Obsessive walls are crumbling down, my fair J*

I am about

to dream of you