chocolate box- new year

like in the candy shop
with flattened nose
on the shop window
i'll try this one and these
tasting through the glass
all those cotton candys
lollipops and chocolate
i can smell
and it all looks great
looks tasty.
promising.
sweet.
i'll try them all
till i get sick
or i will taste
one after another
i really don't know
but the door is still closed
and i stare
wide opened eyes
if i like them or not
i will know
when i have tried
chocolate box-new year


jak w sklepie ze slodyczami
z nosem na szybie rozplaszczonym
smakuje wszystkich
cukierkow i wat cukrowych
bombonierek
cynamonowe sklepy..
sprobuje ich wszystkich
na raz az bedzie mi zle
powoli po kolei
nie wiem
ale drzwi jeszcze zamkniete
i lize cukierki
przez zamkniete okno
czy beda smakowac
ile z nich skosztuje...
nie wiem
opowiem za rok

almost a nightmare

sweet in my craziness cuddled
i'm really calmt these days
the voices that watch me
went all to bed
but water is boling sometimes
so loud
and it's driving me crazy
i've put my fingers
into the bubles to catch the biggest ones
to calm it down
the walls with funny clocks on them
are waiting and laughing so hard
i think they could be funnier
but they don't let me sleep at night
and i think i know the way out
from the stupidity naivity curiousity
and thoughts that make me sick
i will break you
and catch ech breath
each leaf and each snow-flake
and than a night befor christmas
i go home.. to my own bed...

empty place at the table

so come
the world's longest waited child
three kings
myrrh,incense and gold
the world's most loved child
come to fill
all those empty places
after the friends
who turned away
after all those
who passed away
after all those
who couldn't have carried on
after those absent we miss the most
so come this evening
to fill
all empty places in my heart
all those that still hurt
absent minded friends...
so come to take all regrets away
to teach us how to love
so come... to fill all the emptiness

epilogue- champagne tastes bitter

the last show ever
cotton candy sweet
sticking to my fingers
sticking to my lips
the puppet master
has lost his luck
the baby doll can not dance
at all...
champagne tastes bitter
so called dry
i wake up the next day
and hangover gets bad
the fairytale gone freaky
it fade away
you think you play your cards
though the master has lost
funny clown is laughing
soap bubbles and very bad taste
the puppet master
exists only
when the baby doll plays
and the fairytale is gone
the epilouge just without punchline
and the screenplay realy sucked
but the make up was done perfectly
and the fools still clapp

i am gone..

i'm gonna let you down
i want to
i'm gonna lose my mind
i am about to
i'm gonna make you hate me
if you stay
i'm gonna make you want me
if you play
i'm gonna write bad poems
how i used to do
i'm gonna write the best ones
as you told me to
i'm gonna break your heart
cause you're asking for it
i'm gonna make you cry
if you don't let me do it
i'm gonna ha ha...
for sure???
..one day i'm gonna die

na glowie

na glowie
poczatek koncem
i smiesza twarze
i buty
na glowie
przygladam sie trawie
parasol nie chroni
przed deszczem
kalosze czerwone
pyszczkiem traca mnie kot
na glowie
tylko kolory te same
a w lustrze odbicie
tak mysle...
na glowie
wszystko poprzewracane
i w glowie tez

matted time

and i have drawn
in the light
bright and warm
it filled slow
my lunges
my eyes
so maybe tomorrow
next week
or other day
i will wake up
and drink some wine
but now i float
i sleep
cosy in the starlight
in the moon
my words lie in
melted in the red light
the matted time stares vacantly

absence is manifested through the non-existance

like speech
but without speaking
red lipstick
and voodoo dolls
like asking
when no one will answer
like cold scarry laugh
like lies
you've even believed in
like game
you never have wanted to play
but you have started so what the fuck
and you have been playing so
fuck you very much
like my favourite red dress
i have never baught
like the poem and words
i never have thought of
like you saying this all
and me wondering now
if you ever would look
into the mirror,
now...drink all your fun
and you have never doubted in
what you have fucked
up...
so to all my dearest
absent friends
cheers

what took you so long?

wytesknilam takiej chwili
wyczekalam
to co przyszlo
mialam wziac
jak tylko chcialam
wykroic to co najcenniejsze
wyrzucic reszte
oderwalam to co niepotrzebne
nie nadeszlo to czego oczekiwalam
jak zwiedle kwiaty
i spalone swieczki
zwietrzaly wina czerwony smak
wyczekala mnie ta chwila
gdy niczego juz nie czekac bede
utulila sny do snu
uspila moje wrozki
wytesknilam takiej chwili...
wyczekalam...

Be crime against passion

Feed me
All your lies
Yes it’s a gas
A word to the wise
You’re blindingly obvious lately
Doctor
Cure me
Somebody take away this
Seed of the devil
In the core of his kiss
Ha ha ha ha ha

Do you remember the way we danced
I wish I could forget it
Said I’d give you the one last chance
I wish I’d never said it
Took a chance and I can’t turn back
And I’m living to regret it
Come on, come on to me

And some things
Got built in
Their own punishment
The repercussions
Will sure enough be felt
Ha ha ha ha ha
That which does not kill
Will make you stronger
No longer
In these Eyes
It’s denial
No long or short
Goodbyes

/moloko

cheap tricks

we would climb
on the roof
stoned would laugh about it all
shoot to the stars
we would bite
a big piece of the moon off
frosting sweet
dip it in the chocolate
bubbling
we would loop
the time
in the marzipan foam
we would drawn
in soap bubbles we would fly
we would fish the funniest clouds
and disjoin lunacy from the molten dreams
we would climb on the roof
we would watch them swim away
we would watch them flow

bo adwent....

przy piernikowym stole
plyna oleiste slowa
lacza sie w calosc
- historia od nowa
zaczyna tworzyc sie zycie
garsc wcisnietych pod obrus
zlepionych lukrem i sola slow
a z nich zakurzony strych
mozna tam znalezc
slepego psa
skrzynie zdjec starych
czy suknie prababci
nikt jednak
nie schowal tam czasu
wszystkie przedmioty
i suknia i pies
zasnely patrzac w dal
i nawet kot co czasem tam wpadl
czy maly chlopiec
szukajac nocnych zjaw
po krotkim czasie z czasem tym
ucieka
spia wiec na strychu
od ponad stu lat
i zdjecia i pies
i dach zbutwialy
a nie wie on juz sam czy jest tam
gdzie powinien byc
i tylko chlod lub upal
przez dziury saczy sie deszcz
na strychu zlepionych slow
spi suknia i pies


by the gingerbread table
the oil words pass by
the new history creates life
squeezed
with salt and frosting sticked together
words handfull
under the table cloth
from them dusty attic
you can find there
the blind teddy dog
grandma's dress
or old photo albums
no one however has put there some time
they sleep therefor
since ever or longer
the dog the dress
and the mouldered roof
who doesn't even know
if he's where he belongs
and only heat or coldness
the rain seeps through the holes
on the sticked-words-attic
sleep
the dress, roof and the dog