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SMALL TALK AT BUKOWSKA AND LIBELTA: A poet in Poznan. - Poetry Chapbook, 2012.
“Krabo” They say moon is the same for everyone Streets are hostile or friendly Nothing depends on your luck You exist cause you’re taught to...
Monday, August 15, 2011
"Markotny Maruder"
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
"Arrows (Crow Flies By)"
I wish I was as straight as you
I’d had no worries, felt no grief
I wish I was as perfect as you
I wish my lines were drawn so stiff
I’d have no questions
Have no doubts
Have no fears
In asking why
I’d live with well accepted schemes
As a friend, as a wing
And as the crow flies by
My mind tries to follow its shade
The balance I’d never keep
The bird of life and death
He weren’t born to follow too
In the world I’ve tried to make
For you, you and me
Could you answer me
Do you want to be an arrow on the tarmac
Fake sentence in a rule
Would you like to lay all your destiny
On a table serving fools
Or would you rather be a queen
In a private universe
Embrace your clusters and calm my storms
You’d exist in my every cell
A tranquil queen
You’d never try to be
You say you want to be an arrow
Painted on the naked street
Paths you walk are never narrow
No directions, but this one
No honest fate to meet
I wish I was as straight as you
I wish I had no worries, no troubles of this kind
I wish we weren’t different as we are now
I wish I was the thorn stuck in your side
And I want to be an arrow now
Truly be an arrow
I want to be an arrow
As straight and still as you
In your curves
Monday, July 25, 2011
A Warhol
When I grow up
I want to be a warhol
pixel
dot
illegible writing
When I grow up
I want to be absent
gray
illusive
fate avoiding
If I grow up
I want to be a kid
staring
at filthy
gallery walls
emptied out
paintings
When I grow up
I want to be a warhol
white light
figure
eternally waiting
If I grow up
I want to be a sleep
soothing
wave
of
euthanasia
reincarnating
When I grow up
I want to be a wordplay
speaking
all tongues
concurrently
While
growing
down
today
Saturday, July 23, 2011
"Goddess of the Corn"
Rocked by the wind in the cradle of corn
Trapped dancing mad in spacious fairy light
Swifter than the wind, colder than the snow
Keeping all the wise men in my sight
Come unto my breeze
Come unto my spell
Truly I am one
Of all who loves you well
Your cosmic mother friend
For everyone to see
Knows what her child is like
Knows what it grew to be
Now they have taken all your mystic powers away
But your reign of love has carved its special way
So why you crave the peace which I can’t give
To you my wonder child while you still live
Just tell me what you need, I’ll fly you at great speed
Where the most valued treasure of your youth lies hid
Children of the never ending morn
To the sound of thunder you were born
Wrapped in roses you shall ever be
Cosmic children you’re so dear to me
Fairies spreading life’s most wondrous seeds
Dew drop goddess of the four wild winds
Watch this broken world beneath your wings
No one equal to your beauty lives
No one such amazing gifts can give
Children, you were never false to me
I was ever true to make you see
You can now outgrow me and leave home
I was always loved but now I’m gone
It took me just a while to travel here
For you it was the journey of a year
Wild winds bore my body like a cloud
Demons, men and angels cried out loud
They have put me back on righteous tracks
Once I’m there there’ll be no turning back
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
"Fake Castles"
You started building castles in your youth
You remember twilight beaches and the sand
You remember old folks watching you
But never giving you a hand
It’s built of fantasy they say
It’s nothing worth our real attention
Every kid can build a castle
It’s nothing we should even mention
Now those castles are so fake
No emotion was included
Now those castles are awake
But you’re saying it’s illusive
Bogus, phony, never real
This is how your castles feel
Now you’re building castles out of glass
People live there, they admire the view
You remember shaking hands and laughing
Now your castles are true
They’re built of fantasy, you say
It’s worth the magic and the money
Every family wants to live here
In a way, it was worth all the running
Now you’re building your own castle
You hope to fill it with your blood
Give your best, you’re pumping more
As if your hard work ain’t enough
It’s all built on myth, you cry
I can’t build a safe place here
Sand and glass are good materials
Only for children and naïve dreams
Hey, on second thought, you cry
There’s my flesh and blood inside
Why not give it all a second chance
At least I can say I tried
That’s a place to bury me
With my childhood’s dreams, ideas
That’s the castle of my choice
It gives my memory a proper, childish voice
"Colossus"
My head of starry heavens shines above you
Chest of ocean waves controls the raging sea
Arms of silver clouds erect the giant torch
My belly is of brass and so are my hips
My eyes of brilliant sunrays, shooting so far
My mighty legs of iron, feet of iron and clay
My golden head might bend in front of majesty of stars
But I will never fall a victim to human decay
Sailors set your course upon my lighthouse
Sail beneath me safely in your sleep
I’m the gateway to another planet
Not just wonder of the world or myth
I am god, that’s how I show to you
I’m the heaviest body of the world
You were given wings to reach my astronomical height
I was given ears of air to hear you call
In the metals of my body lays the wisdom
You can hear it in the sun if you’re this close
But if you forget your feet are of this earth
Your soul will never have a chance to grow
Remember now the ancient days have found you
I’m your master in this human labyrinth
You were given clues to find the entrance in my eyes
But the only exit lies within your dreams
You only dream of giants and of gods
Building statues of their holy countenance
Ages of sand and of dust have gone
But my treasure didn’t fall to evil hands
With destruction, rulers said, comes creation
We are building high-tech cities on the ashes of old
My golden head is buried in the sands of distant Egypt
I believe I’ve lost control over my world
With these silver arms I’ll stop the angry tempest
Hear me laugh as I divide the sea
Marble columns made by men start trembling
Heavens cry amazed by human dreams
You alone disturbed the godly conscience
With begging arms in Mediterranean sun
I alone have saved the ocean’s entrance
Ten thousand steps below the sea we run
You wanted a giant to guard your safety
Unmovable, eternal son of light
You got a graceful, all-mighty god collector
Protector of heart invisible at night
I saw you were building his image on Earth
Just to be ruined with one giant stone
Cut from the magical mountains of youth where
Legend has it my virtues were born
Two seductresses were sent against my power
Babylon’s and Hindu finest brides
But I stood there blinking eyes on the horizon
Sacred pillars standing tall against their tides
Every blink of godly eyes meant a daybreak
Gifts of fire, chest in arrow’s deadly grip
I said you won’t tear apart this ghostlike giant
I won’t move both legs at once in decision of defeat
I believed it took two pillars to protect us
I believed my legs were strong enough to stand
I believed it took a million years to break me
With a weapon you no longer understand
With my fate all ancient kingdoms collapsed
It was way too late to stop the turning wheels
Time believed that time has come for dying
For civilizations based on law and steel
Never will Colossus be broken in half
His holy oil cannot cease to flow
No more anguish in the distant ages
Humans keep on crying for all ages yet to come
Sailors keep on sailing thru those nameless now pillars
Turns out that they’re pillars made of salt
Colossus moves one arm, he’s very tired
Ships in laughter of the gods are gone
The tempest continues to play with the giant’s golden head
His eyes slowly scan the horizon to see if there’s anything left
Guilty of death and destruction, he desecrated our paradise
The way we treated him thru time this shouldn’t be a surprise
Standing alone in the waters, the sea turning red in his gaze
Two pillars diving the ocean, Colossus in evening’s haze
Many have tried to swim through him, they never had any ploy
Armadas once treated lightly in one move of hand destroyed
Colossus the brave in his legend never felt the flow of time
He agreed to be locked there forever between the sea and the night
Armed with the legs of a giant, secured by the tombs of his skin
Guiding us up to eternal heavens, supporting pioneer dreams
Colossus, the mighty defender, our tempest, our journey and gift
He saved us from nighttime’s intruders and buried their bones in his sleep
And now that the giant’s awake nobody can cross the lines
He drew on the ocean’s face, he drew on the moon when it shines
Two pillars dividing the tempest now, his clay legs against the sea
Basalt drawn out of the furious waves, dead city erected and steered
Above the golden angry head, it’s black now and obscene
Colossus tries to defeat his flaws, deal with the ocean beasts
He once loved a daughter of Albion, the demons he threw on the rocks
Crashing the ships of Columbus, never to see Indian shores
The legend remains as he tells it, his eyes have seen all the gloom
Colossus the mighty retires, the ocean will win pretty soon
Just slightly seen underwater, remains of a sculpture loom
Enormous, vast, inhuman, Colossus lies there doomed
Awaiting for discovery, remembering Greece and Egypt sands
Remembering more human history than humans understand
Thursday, July 14, 2011
"Magic Living with Your Child"
Your love is like a honey tree
I keep on shaking, it comes back to me
Nothing hurts my heart at all
When I’m drinking on your sweet parole
Magic living with your child
Driving everybody wild
All I need’s just one more kiss
Till I know just what I missed
Charlie man has gone down low
Where clean-cut boys don’t dare to go
Blowing trumpets on white streets
Where the black-end corners meet
Magic living with your child
Driving everybody wild
All I need’s just one more word
Till my viewpoint’s clean and bold
Boredom weeps with saddened eyes
Tries to take you by surprise
I’ll keep shaking down your tree
You’ll keep coming down on me
Magic living with your child
In the eyes that make me smile
All I need’s just one more squeeze
Tired of living on my knees
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
"Busker's Warning"
I’ve just seen
All the movies of the world
I just saw
Every face I’ve ever known
And I hope
I’m not late for any show
Cause I’ve been
Every actor, every role
It’s just an old, poor busker’s final warning
On a cold, thick, dead December morning
I just fly
Thru a ruined galaxy
I just float on any wave
That’s carrying me
It’s a black hole of my youth
You know it’s true
So I’m missing every word
I had with you
It’s just an old, poor busker’s final warning
On a cold, thick, dead December morning
I’ve just caught
All diseases of the world
I just cured
My young mind from feeling old
Your religion changes nothing
System’s shut
So are all distorted, blinded
Human eyes
It’s just an old, poor busker’s final warning
On a cold, thick, dead December morning
Monday, August 23, 2010
"Tylko Miłość"
Na problemy tego świata tylko miłość
Na faszystów i na klownów tylko miłość
Telewizję, mass produkcję – tylko miłość
Sekcje zwłok i rezolucje – tylko miłość
Każdej nocy wznosisz pomnik
I o świcie burzysz go
Każda wojna jest potworem
Który żyje z naszych łąk
Co żeruje na marzeniach
Czemu miłość nie wystarczy
Aby wygrać wszystkie wojny
I nie wrócić z nich na tarczy
Miłość nie wznosi pomników
Miłość – smutny koniec prawników
Miłość – koniec prawa i przeszkody
Miłość – tylko krok od prawdziwej swobody
Każdy biegnie i podziwia
Syntetyczne ułatwienia
Plastikowy kościół słabych
Megafony do zbawienia
Czemu stoisz w martwym tłumie
Jak zwierzyna anemików
Już niedługo nowe dzieci
Będą tylko z plastiku
Tylko miłość może jeszcze nas uratować
Tylko miłość może święte krowy pokonać
Tylko miłość – cicha prawda co za nią stoi
Tylko miłość – masz już swoje bomby
Więc czego się boisz
Użyj ich
Bomby miłości nie znają litości
Spadają z nieba jak wygłodniałe ptaki
Bomby miłości nie zostawią nawet kości
Ostateczne rozwiązanie kwestii ludzkiej kloaki
Zrzuć bomby
Zrzuć bomby
Zrzuć bomby
Tylko miłość
"Mistyczny Rytm"
Mistyczny rytm powala na kolana
Mistyczny rytm unosi w górę ramiona
Mistyczny rytm oczyszcza wieczny umysł
Mistyczny rytm obmywa duszę podłych ulic
Skąpany w blasku wyjdź na świat
Oblany światłem wejdź na górę
Spłukany sercem skocz w ocean
Złamany ciszą krzycz w wichurę
I kto usłyszy cię, kto pojmie
Jak wiele znaczy święty dym
Kadzidło Indii i kotary tego świata
Rozsuwa mój mistyczny rytm
Mistyczny rytm otwiera głowy w słońca blasku
Mistyczny rytm, już nie potrzebujesz kasku
Kiedy jedziesz autostradą dwustu pasm
To tylko włosy bogini wszystkich nas
Wszystkich klas
Czy to Jamajka, czy to Indie, czy to Meksyk
Wszędzie słychać jeden wspólny wszystkim rytm
Czy to Afryka, czy to Tybet, czy Syberia
Magiczni ludzie tańczą wszędzie chłonąc dym
Mistyczny rytm
Skąpany w słońcu rozpuść włosy
Spowity mgłą stworzenia przemyj swoje oczy
Nasycony śniegiem przebij swoje uszy
Usłysz wszystko dobrze po raz pierwszy i ostatni
Bezkresne karawany przemierzają cicho świt
Suną poprzez piasek, poprzez zieleń niosąc mit
Stworzyłeś wszystko, teraz patrz gdzie stoi człowiek
Mistyczny rytm już pulsuje w twojej głowie
Usłysz puls tysiącleci
Już nie jesteś nagą małpą
Usłysz puls tysiącleci
Miasto nie jest już twą klatką
Usłysz puls tysiącleci
Tak daleko do nirwany jeszcze
Usłyszy puls tysiącleci
Mistyczny rytm rozrywa powietrze