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

WHEN WE’RE GREY N’ OLD

The day of freedom has set finally

The day of love shines in my heart

When we’re grey n’ old

my J*- we shall remember

We shall remember sunny day

we wanted something more from life

Here we have it!

If you’d like I’ll show you the world

with all His deeds indeed

You’ll beg for more- I know you will

I am cutting this green pumpkin

for

for love yet green

therefore

Ft. Love has fallen!

Freedom for always and forever there is now

Overproduction of thoughts there is to be found

Not clear still!?

Let’s do

the holy  work of love

Angels are watching over us

They won’t let us fall

ever

again

ever again

Stop with this nonsense, I say!

Right away

Do this

New page- new is gone

I will make this work somehow

He knows that

and has faith in me

in us both He believes

Would you marry me?

I know you would

But- should you

break with love?

Break me in half with your sacred love

J*

Are you with me?

Or without me you through the world?

*Brand new poem. Except the title, which is about a month old.

POEM ABOUT GROUPING (HOARDERS)

(Brand new poem.)

“I will break you down to prime factors”

told me the CEO of  “Dirtmongers” inc.

His eyes were smeared with silver dust

Groups from behind tried to take my life

You won’t let that happen, will You?

Ungroup me, please

Those groupies are still following me

I have no other choice but to love them

I do not want to lust them any more

Regroup!

And attack your living again

every an each new bright day

is coming up

What’s up?

Group of strange meadow larks

easily enters my heart

through my hearing channels

I’d like to leave this group

my morality organ tells me I can

Its voice in my spirit says I’m clean

Thank You!

I shall join my darling

leaving all the beauty and order

but not forever

Just for a little while

in order to find and found my new group