You dig?

Snow my friends is as pure as a monkey’s ass, it’s a cheap coat for which no mayor pays but uses to dress up the city for the night. Of course, sometimes he gets a fright because the soft white coat could be too long for the small’s town streets. What he does with his wife, none of my business but I do care when I get my Cat’s all messed up with snow and mud and trip on daily routes filled with avoidance. Open talks shared between empty glasses it’s what I need and don’t get. You dig? Understand the misery of a broken man, of that guy that hates the guts of his fellow humans just because they exist and sometimes they score higher. It’s in our nature to hate. Although, one can argue that “hate” is a strong word. Is it now? Or it’s just a mental image that you associate with the negative aspects of your miserable life. Your drunken dad that beat the shit out you as a child, developed your need to hate “hate” but deep inside you still keep it alive. There are moments in your everyday life when you brag about how you spread love and “hate” is dead and gone from your emphatic soul. That’s a load of crap gently outlined by your free spirit. Your free spirit developed by so much experience. Flash news hate exists ‘because love exists. Therefore you have it in you. How long can you keep it there, locked in a basement along with some other oppressed feelings, waiting to emerge in delicate moments. ‘Cause this is social suicide. Even though your opinion is build in a different way. All of what you’ve created will vanish when your love will be defeated by your demons. They’ll come around in organized groups and hit you in your smiling face. This will be the moment when you collapse under a greater empire than love. All of what was hidden will float like crap on water. Then you can’t swim in safe waters anymore. You crazy motherfucker! While not realizing you just committed social suicide, denial is a tool used by your kind.

What I’m saying is that snow covers your town and in your smallness you jump and shout on unsteady beats. Let your anger out, hit busses with snowballs, eat some ice, cool yourself bathing in fjord or just admit that sometimes you hate. At least I do! Snow in small towns is filling the streets with clowns. Makes me sick! You dig?

blackened perceptions

hard to cope with all of you, hard to spit your face

although you failed to embrace a peaceful way of being.

my battered soul hides somewhere in a shattered time, overseas and edgeless peaks

reckless actions, assumed all sins as my own.

I take the blame and hide you from the critics’ eyes.

homegrown depressions packed for long journeys

tangled emotions, I can’t forget.

a need to destroy this Berlin wall, urges my spirit

to start a 90’s revolution and expose all truth for those

compromises I have accepted in virtue of peace, love and empathy

no more anonymous calls from a blue  phone booth

I’ll take actions against your wrongdoings

soon, very soon I will cut the spider’s web

and pee delicately on your distorted faces

while some will stare thwarted at what could have been ,

some will look through watery eyelids

and leave without hatred

for they will understand this troubled man.

Hangovers

I defecate my feelings, for my stomach hurts every time I fall in love.

Moments collapse under the weight of demands

A change of style, a change in time, one-night stands.

Skinny hands emerged from empty bottles

Boxing gloves jerking off my thoughts

I spread my ideas all around your beds

Emphasized existence through dandy events.

Cemented hearts, fortified souls

No way in, keep the search alive;

A struggle to puke away into the night

Among choking strangers, a glamorous vibe

A compelling speech I might say

A fear that survives strong winds

A need to run on the wither fields

But emotions brutally slither

Burning my stomach, hit after hit

Until I have to take another shit.

toys for the wicked

steps behind shadows, a flesh stuffed soul;

some aim high and others go low

in western transactions, jammed in a new culture
hard to escape

that rattish butcher; he carves slowly

in those strange hearts; a different beat.

 that amber oblivion embraced in peace

by the East; hollowed bodies, minimalistic machines

enraptured by light in dark places

they never call back, they never come back

and people can still hear their wavering steps

fading away from the nest, a trail of rejections

a past that needs a replay. 

Hexavalent chromium keeps you on the boat

A flesh covered by plastic skin, burnt hair, dead cells offered to the bin.

She tries and she dies in minutes of abjection, a truth lies in lies;

Misery defined by the rich, beauty standardized in kitsch

And she struggles to attain a desired form, in her ignorance

eyes melt under chemicals, her vanity with technical influences

kills the natural, fake rides, empty heart, doors shut, knowledge abolished by masses.

Brainwashed crawlers rip their flesh for a new model

Glass shards pierce their bulging eyes spraying blood on her fancy shoes,

A satisfying imagery for the fools, a grotesque beauty for an exigent jury;

But who’s to blame when words embark on deaf journeys? hitting hard

a rocky ear, a pointless spear which misses a hidden target camouflaged by

cream and a hot steam of ignorance; obsessed minds tired of thinking resume

to a continues face  clicking, to satisfy their sexual needs, now transformed in bytes and mega

this is their saga without any gods or demons, it’s just about the human females and blinded followers;

estranged human race, they have to face a meltdown of feelings

because this is the plastic world embraced by all.