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the tenth of onion crystal
de Bogdan Geana
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here, alone, I offered my hand to anyone
ready to accept it
here I was smouldering inside
the scream of tomorrow’s holly relics
spitting in the evening
loving the next day
the sun was sometimes rising at my kiss
I\'ve sold it for the lonely night
just another unemployment aid for the owls
and those eternally unsleepy nightingales
somewhere in the tower of silence
there are you hiding
still breathing
could’t found the moment yet
to oppress your breast
make your milk get stronger
I’m counting stones, collecting them
rewritting here the hystory of the ancient egypt
with minerals and sounds to reduce your angry
...I don’t want to see the fire reinvented
as here in my unwanted gilty hand
sourrounded with red-white stripes it have been hiden
somekind of a deamon with etiquette
somewhere on the broken seaside
is rising up a jail for the unminded prisonners
they will live free, of course,
without worrying to pay for this struggled life
they\'ll make sex for nothing
will understand the rape
just like another invoice in the mailbox
this sweet sweet life is lighting my sole
just above my sandal
i’d like to see the cutting-palm of a doctor
here alone
I\'m offering twice my hand
to anyone that could accept it
I have stones at my kidnees
you don’t know it’s a hard penitence
they’re years since I didn’t eat
although tainted with fresh fruits and leggums
my eyes are lighting in the dark
waiting, hoping…but
no
there is nobody there
hunting me as if he could be scared
to shut off the light
my deamon is living ...she’s fine
she just send a letter slipping into her parents account
a few money to buy some crazy stupid holiday-house on the beach
I like to see now a face of an notary
here alone
I was offering my hand
to anyone ready to accept it
I have a secret which can’t wait to happen
my rushing thursty life is questing
the sailors to fall victim
till then
my beasts are just smelling the aer
they know there is somebody coming
like a pack of savage pavlov’s dogs
they\'re waiting to eat
happy meal with a deamon
and I tell them WAIT! spare a moment
then search through the female-daemons
with some big empty hats
just eat
for the moment
the nice packed nederlanden meal
...there will be FOOD in a moment near
this daemon is living my life again
like in a dream...
in this dream as a game
with nice gladiators
somebody is fighting like for he\'s life
just to be eated by
my beasts
I don’t even remember
the first time I saw you
with a red flower in your hair
but
I can’t forget you had to put your money
in that another bin! your time
is coming…
it’s just a little time
to count your mistake
of meeting me
here
alone
till now
I’m offering
the last time
my hand
to anyone that could accept it
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- Autor
- Mihaela Maxim
- Tip
- Poezie
- Cuvinte
- 501
- Citire
- 3 min
- Versuri
- 93
- Actualizat
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