1933 75 years later

I'm so busy right now burning all my books down...


It smells like knowledge
the paper and ink and the letters
from a to the bitter z
the wind is whistling blowing
some wisdom I might absorb
accidentally of course

The black bitten covers
gap-toothed dictionaries
Madame Curie as a cover-girl
and Emma Brovary mixed up with Winnie the bear
not on purpose ...
but it might even help...her

I'm dancing foxtrot at least disco fox
chocking on some bones
polimerases and the antibodies
fainting shadows sing the lullaby
while eating up enchanted nabokov
putting damage on
taking smoken words
stumbling here..upon..

Goodnight Moon

There's a nail in the door
And there's glass on the lawn
Tacks on the floor
And the TV is on
And I always sleep with my guns when you're gone

There's a shark in the pool
And a witch in the tree
A crazy old neighbor and he's been watching me
And there's footsteps loud and strong coming down the hall
Something's under the bed
Now it's out in the hedge
There's a big black crow sitting on my window ledge
And I hear something scratching through the wall

Well you're up so high
How can you save me
When the dark comes here
Tonight to take me up
To my front walk
And into bed where it kisses my face
And eats my head

What should I do I'm just a little baby
What if the lights go out
And maybe and then the wind just starts to moan
Outside the door he followed me home
So goodnight moon
I want the sun
If it's not here soon
I might be done
No it won't be too soon 'til I say goodnight moon

/Shivaree

learning how to stop the bleeding

exspiration
inspiration
bleed!

Frohe 'Ostern

Wesolych Swiat Wielkiej Nocy

co bylo pierwsze..jajko czy kura?

stop the tears

I want to hurt
rake myself into the wounds
rake yourself in
I want to hurt
opening the vains
bleeding all over the pages
over all the ticking watches
that never sleep
I wanna bleed all over the time
I wanna pain her soul black
through the face i'm walking in
anachronism in my every word
girl dissolved
torn between
and hurt hurt hurt
she wants to hurt
never getting enough sleep
never getting what she wants
never getting love, that doesn't run away
she wants to hurt
scribling in the black notebook
dying for millions of sullen grey sad eyed
tenage black wholes

et omnia ....

nie wiadomo tak naprawdę czyja wina Kain i Abel przecież chyba się lubili jeden się troszeczkę zeźlił bohaterem stał sie drugi marne jego bohaterstwo.. bo martwe nie wiadomo czyja wina ewa ogrodniczką była adam jabłko szybko nadgryzł w gardle ością uprawiajmy swe ogródki marnie na tym ewa wyszła bo bez grządki nie wiadomo tak naprawdę czyja wina tomasz trochę nie dowierzał palce wciskał gdzie popadnie judasz lubił biżuterię piotr natomiast kłamał...namiętnie marnie byśmy na tym wyszli bez ogrodów, sławy, braci marna marność vanitatum et vanitas omnia mea

you can't tell who's to blame Cain and Abel ... at some point must have even liked each other one of them in a bad temper turned the other one...to hero poorly unrequested braveness.. since dead you can't tell who's to blame eva was a famous gardener adam munched the red ripe apple stucked 'tween syllables everything turned realy poorly since without patches you can't tell who is to blame thomas had a small faith problem he pushed fingers where he could judas liked the jewellery peter lied...temporary it all would have turned out poorly without patches, gardens, brothers poorly poornes vanitatum et vanitas omnia mea

it makes me go like ta ta ta

this funny spring emotion
it makes me feel like ta ta ta
it makes me go like ha ha ha
round around
this funny spring emotion
has painted pink
all over my sky and trees and clouds
over the sullen girls and the yawning cats
they all dance like ha ha ha
and i stay and watch..
this funny spring emotion
you've painted over my rainbows
and i just feel
feel like dancing na na na
all the time
this funny spring emotion
you should know it somehow
i spend my air and my money
holding onto
holding onto this one ..one an an
this funny spring emotion...
it stays
stays in blooming trees
stays in the middle of spring
re-springs the mine...ah ah ah
this funny spring emotion
the paint you've spilled
all over my place
my sky my bed my clouds
over sullen girls and dusted attics
over voodoo dolls
this funny strange emotion
it makes me feel like la la la
i make it feel like...
I make it spring

it smells like snowing= not a sad poem

it smells like snowing
i went outside to watch to wait
and the wind the air
my skin your lips the streets
it all smells like snowing
staring at the dark blue clouds
through the turned on lights
traffics airplanes tattared hair
it smells like snowing
It smells like snowing
and i want to get high
never been a cornflake
having fun being snowflake one
god..he knows solutions
and i ..i'm wearing my
snowflake greened-up boots
snowy sparkly make up
it smells like snowing
and i want to open all windows
wide opened eyes
it has started this morning..
it smells like snowing

die Katze

Sie krallt sich dein Kissen und thront arrogant
sie frißt dir die Haare vom Kopf
aber nie aus der Hand

sie fällt auf die Pfoten
sie spielt nicht nach Noten, sie sträubt sich
du kannst sie nicht führen und auch nicht dressier’n
sie spurt nicht

sie spielt mit der Beute
zieht nie mit der Meute sie kuscht nicht
sie zählt deine Mäuse sie mordet sie leise und gründlich

nein, sie wird dir nie gehör’n
doch du streichelst sie so gern
das weiß sie ganz genau
miau