Tuesday, March 27, 2007

just in case


don't keep your love
just in case
because in case of what.?
there is no later
there is no sooner
there is no
no love at all
don't keep your love
just in case
because the case
will not be solved
the judgment
has been pronounced
hasn't tried at all
so don't...just in case
there is no case
after all


nie trzymaj milosci
na wszelki wypadek
bo wszelkosc wszelkoscia przeraza
ogromem wszelkosci przytlacza
nie trzymaj milosci
na wszelki wypadek
kiedys bez teraz
topnieje przedwczesnie
wyrok juz zapadl
sedziwie drwi sedzia szyderczy
wiec nie odkladaj na wypadek wszelki
wszelkosci wypadkowosc
ku skonczonosci dazy
na wietrze tanczy
w obcasach kruchych
okresowosc w nawiasach zamyka
nim zapamietac zdazysz

Monday, March 26, 2007

slow-cut..

i'm out of photos
short cuts
and those slow ones
i've erased
i've forgotten
i'm out of photos
the matter of complication
is not beeing caught anymore
the cracked agonie
of the tired eye
with flash light
or without
the shortcuts
of somenoe's life
it's not me
it's not me
slow cuts
and the deep ones
the matter of lonelieness
turns around
the little tiny pill
and i don't care anymore

Thursday, March 22, 2007

once ina lifetime


an orange full of dreams
in the glossy eyes
shadow circled
closed
the dusk spreads it's glow
all the sad
and so beautiful sparkles
and all the times
and minutes
and days
an orange full of dreams
turns around
it scents
like roses
like lillies
that die...so slowly
an orange
filed with dreams
you stay so melancholic
oversensitive feelings
in twisted emotions reflect
the orange oranges sweet
but this melancholy..
over the shadows of yesterday
over the shadows and dreams
i squeeze and toast
oranges and tangarines
i relish
i rewish

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

lichtaus


ksiezycowa
wczesna pora
kiedy aureole gasna
koszmarowych powiek blask
ksiezycowa
wczesna pora
wszytko kryje
jednolicie
w cieniu ciemnosc
ciemnosc w cieniu
tancza mary
zmory tez
ksiezycowa
wczesna pora
pozna tez


in the moon-time
early-light
when the areoles
go down
shiny eyelids sparkling glow
in the moon-time
early-light
homogeneous coverd shadows
over darkness
over shadows
mares are dancing
nightmares sing
in the moon-time
early-light
in the late ones
just the same

Saturday, March 17, 2007

broken aureole


don't put your aureole out
i can't see
swallowing
my tears
my chocked words
warmth
somewhere
beside my heart
burns
your tears
unspoken words
my high heels
your boots
i'm dancing around
like moth
blinded
fooled
baby master
tragic kingdom
the sky is falling
into my breakfast
in my coffee
the devil is hiding
laughing derisive
i don't want to
...but i do

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

cherries
















i've bought some oranges
so perfect unendless
circle rounds around
like time...
and the sky
is staring so hard
is mooning so strong
into my window
into my eyes
and the grass
is grassing
right infront of
right under my green small shoes
and the trees
are tree-ing
and the bees
are beeing...so loud
i've bought some cherries
so black
and sweet
they cherry, my love
they cherry, my dear
cherry you
i'll fly
right into
into the fire
of the sunning sun
in my window
entrapped
with my words melted down
i'm sunning
i'm mooning
i'm starring


kupilam pomarancze
nieskonczenie doskonale
okragloscia zaokraglone
jak czas
a niebo
tak gwiezdzi
a niebo
tak ksiezycuje
tuz przed moim oknem
w tancu fruwajki uwiezione
i trawa
trawuje tuz przed..
pod moim zielonym wzrokiem
czeresniowe male drzewo
pilnie wzrasta
dorasta przerasta
okragloscia doskonale
owocuje owocami
czernia slodka
ja gwiezdzieje
z czeresniami
nieskonczona
skonczonoscia
ja...kiedys dojrzeje

Monday, March 12, 2007

falling from the edge


nothing's real hear
i'm just sitting
drinking wine
smoking some black cigarettes
painting eyes
nothing's real
just some coffe
just some friends
come and go
you can stay
look a little in my
blue-green eyes
you could stay
dancing in the rain
nothing's real
just some wind
just some sun
just some weather
olives berries
cherry trees
time is passing by
let's not run
take a long long walk
through the time
ice taste bitter
coffee burns
nothing's real
no real love
no real hurt
someone's knocked
but i won't wake up
nothing's real
on the cherry leaf
watching raindropos
falling down
watching people running by
nothing's real
just some air
just some earth
nothing'S real
not real you
non existing me

i'd i'd ..ID


i'd show you the way
to calm the clouds in your head
i'd stop the snowing
so you don't get a sneeze
i would stop the rain
the rainbow i would twist
the lollipop sweet
you would taste
i'd stop the wind
the time i would rewinde
twist
into the chocolate bubbles
i would dip
i'd stop the time
how silly of me
if the time dies
you will never come

Thursday, March 08, 2007

jak powstaly gwiazdy


Smakolyk siedzial przed swoim malutkim domkiem wpatrujac sie w niebo.lubil bardzo zachody slonca a najbardziej lubil gdy pomaranczowe niebo ciemnialo ciemnialo az znikly wszytskie jasne promyki i widoczny byl tylko srebrny ksiezyc. Smakolyk wiedzial ze czeka go tej nocy duzo pracy , bo najwiecej zyczen wymawialy dzieci tuz przed zasnieciem.
Aha! Zapoimnialam powiedziec kim jest wlasciwie smakolyk. Smakolyk byl malym elfem, albo moze krasnalem, albo maly wrozkiem, o ktorym nikt jeszcze nie napisal ani wiersza ani bajki, a ktory zajmowal sie bardzo bardzo wazna czescia dziecinnego zycia. Zbieral wszystkie zyczenia ktore dzieci przed snem wypowiadaly i spelnial je. Spelnione zyczenia zaczynaly swiecic, stawaly sie malymi kulistym srebrnymi punkcikami, i smakolyk bardzo je lubil. Tak bardzo ze czasami wpatrywal sie w nie zbyt dlugo i musial dlatego pracowac do rana gdyz za duzo czasu spedzil wpatrujac sie w spelnione zyczenia. Smakolyk spelnial zyczenia tylko noca. W ciagu dnia zyczenia nie swiecily wcale wiec nie wiedzial ktore juz spelnil a ktorych jeszcze nie.
Wracajac do tego wieczora kiedy to smakolyk wpatrywal sie w ciemne niebo na ktorym jego dziadek zawsiesil ksiezyc, Smakolyk zauwazyl ze niebo jest calkowicie puste. Ksiezyc schowal sie za chmure i nic juz nie osiwecalo jego porosnietego czterolistna koniczyna zbocza gory, na ktorym stal jego mylutki domek. Zszedl wiec do swojej pracowni, podzielil spelnione zyczenia i zaczal pracowac.
Az tu nagle....Smakolyk zamyslil sie..jak pieknie by bylo gdyby wszystkie te spelnione zyczenia zawiesic na niebie, tuz kolo ksiezyca. Nie dosc ze wszyscy wiedzieli by ze smakolyk nei traci czasu i doceniliby jego prace, to jeszcze jego ulubiony ksiezyc nie byl by wreszcie taki samotny na tym ogromnym ciemnym niebie.
Smakolyk zaprzestal spelneania zyczen, wyszedl przed chatke i postanowil porozwieszac zyczenia. Postanowil ze nazwie je gwiazdami
niestety smakolyk byl tylko malym elfem, nie umial latac a niebo bylo wysoko wysoko. Poza tym nie wiedzial za bardzo jak mozna by przyczepic tak wiele zyczen na niebie. Nie umial szyc, wszystkie jego skarpetki byly podziurawione. Obawial sie ze kleju nie starczy mu nawet na polowe, a gwazd nie mozny bylo przywiazac ani przybic gwozdziem...
smakolyk zmarwtil sie ogromnie, postanowil jednak zawolac male wrozki.
Najmniejsza z malych wrozek, wrozka malutka powiedziala ze nie moze mu zdradzic tajemnicy ktorej male wrozki strzega od lat, ale jej babcia pomagala jego dziadkowi w zawieszaniu ksiezyca i zdradzila jej sekret zawieszania swiatelek na niebie. A poniewaz wszystkie bardzo lubia smakolyka, zawiesza gwiazdy na niebie, zanim wstanie slonce.
Malutkie wrozki zatrzepotaly przezroczystymi skrzydelkami i zaczely sie uwijac. Lataly w gore i w dol a wokol sypal sie magiczny proszek ktorym, jak mowi smakolyk przykleily gwiazdy do nieba.
Nastepnego dnia wszystkie dzieci przed pojsciem do lozka zobaczyly ze na niebie mrugaja do nich ich wlasne zyczenia a i ksiezyc przestal czuc sie tak samotny.
A ty wiesz zosiu, ktora gwiazda to twoje spelnione zyczenie?

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

you just don't...


love's
just an other
excuse
to hurt
to get hurt
my thoughts were sleeping
no answers
just how much you can take
no answers
just how little you can give
red wine on my pillow
your scent in my hair
your smell in my bed
in me...everywhere
on the walls
i don't need
it's just an other excuse
bad habbits
cigarettes and you
red wine
all over my dreams
all over my hands
like a murderer
i don't sleep
i don't eat
i just don't
denial
self- denial
i have no shadow
in the starlight
i have no shadow
i can fly so high
your smell
i just don't
you just don't...
just don't

Tuesday, March 06, 2007

white blue black


listen...
what i've got to say
up to the lies
i've made up
for you..
would you sip them
right from my lips
listen...
i've got so many lies
the trees are dying
in front of
my silver stared window
listen...
it's all i've got
the clouds rained-out
into my hands
and the swings in my garden
have died
although it's you
who made them swing
it's me who makes them die
the raidnrops
whisper in the ductworks
they gossip
with black dirty lubricant
they finger my white unblamable
hands my dress
my white transparent face
they erase

Monday, March 05, 2007

feeling....good...










Dragonfly out in the sun
you know what I mean
Butterflies all havin' fun
you know what I mean
Sleep in peace when the day is done
And this old world is a new world
And a bold world
For me

Stars when you shine
You know how I feel
Scent of the pine
You know how I feel
Yeah freedom is mine
And I know how I feel

Friday, March 02, 2007

okulary i inne choroby


wszystkie problemy
nosza te same okulary
czarne
sa eleganckie
pasuja do butow torebek
i spodni
wszystkie sa zawsze
nierozwiazywalne
nie do przejscia
a chodzi jedynie o to
by ich nie nosic
nie wkladac na zbyt dlugo
odlozyc w etui
na polke
bo czern przeslania
male stokrotki
rosnace w ogrodzie pod oknem

Thursday, March 01, 2007

relativity



getting up
and reading
important events
disasters
and what so ever
but hey!
in my coffee
there is a hair

the oscars the bears
nobel preis green palms
cow flew
mad avian
alzheimer and SARS
!there is a hair swiming
in my coffe cup

the turning point
in some war somewhere
somewhere down on the map
some floods some fires
and the serial killer
has been entrapped
but there is still
this hair in my coffee cup

anorexia
anxiety
who's done it with whom
who's marrying
and why
dating a guy
while wearin high-heels
makes your small finger
looks GEIL
and there is this hair...

and i don't realy care
'bout wars world peace
and science
because it's far away
out there
and here..
here in my coffee..
there is a fucking hair

all problems
wear same black glasses
some of them though
are beeing chronical worn
little lonely girls
and floods
and bloody hell
i in my coffee
there is a fucking hair

try me now ^^


words words
absent sounds
absent absence
absinth
want to must
should have fun
i?
the lamp and the chair
words words words
and you are reading
between the comas
and you are squeezing
tiny drops out of
karmacoma
mirror-reflected
shadow-dust
goodnight and goodluck
no inspiration
insomnia has bitter taste
gin-shaped
see-through ice cubes
in my small hand