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!