Świat wibruje z częstotliwością wszystkich skrzydeł kolibrów

unoszących swój codzienny trud kwiecistych podbojów.

Dzieci z tą sama pożądliwością spoglądają w oczy swoich matek oraz wymarzonych konsoli.

Po plecach patriarchów Tybetu przebiegają dreszcze odwiecznych dogłębów.

Kilkadziesiąt milionów jakiś tam ludzi robi to samo co kilkadziesiąt innych milionów doprowadza do płaczu.

Na oknach kościołów wieszają się matki z córkami.

Prezydenci rozdają elektroniczne instrumenty ekonomiczne w celu pobudzenia do ruchu materii, której istoty za wszechmiar nie pragną pojąć.

Przyjaciele bez wiary patrzą w oczy swoich najbliższych podejrzewając w nich nikłe pokłady własnych utraconych marzeń.

Trzeszczy skorupa przesuwanych wciąż na bok podwalin zamętu.

Nikt nie chce zobaczyć postaci jadących bez tętentu.

Przepływa po naszej skórze kolejny impuls uruchomiony w niewiadomym miejscu tak zwanego Kosmosu.

Za paznokciami pielęgnujących się wytrwałością Bogów kończą się zapasy sugestii.

Spada ciśnienie.

Nie dodaję nic dla rozluźnienia.

Brakspacji

Nadmiar liter

Czara pękatej Panafleksji

Cały wór starych zdjęć – me pamiątki.

Folder – wyczesane myśli na temat wszystkiego co wkoło.

Ziemie – co tej to nie mamy –  czas cały leży tam w jednej bryle.

Oddam:

[…] – tylko to wcale nie takie proste, bo pojawia się najwięcej drobnego druczku, którego -  nawet gdybym chciał - nigdy już teraz nie zatrzymam. Sączył się będzie ciurkiem litanii. Wił meandrami zmęczonych wykładni. Pluł, płakał, bekał.

Król berła czeka.

Czka bóg człowieka.

Wyjątkiem boli.

Wzdryga się roli.

Kręci mi my się.

Swędzi gdyś wyszedł.

Stukam do twych bram.

Pierdze, se zdycham.

„Nie pisz już więcej.”

Tudzież wszystko lepiej.

I'd like to welcome all the fools and looses – clapyour hands.

And all my beloved witches – they'll be our preachers tonight.

Put your ears to my soft spells for some time.

I'll let you go afterwards, no wory, now stay a while.

Here we go…

The boom ticks tune, zigzag sticks beat time for the drum.

The diged down sound from the base, floods the mass. 

Count on one then on two, and for true, I will prove, you'll befree.

Cos we are big bang tuned – yes we are.

Put all youwishes on the list, I will keep them on my mind.

Learn whatyou want from what you hear, give me the sign.

I promicebady I like all that what you like.

And I canmake your wishes come true in the way,

You gonalike so much…

The boom ticks tune, zigzag sticks beat time for the drum.

The diged down sound from the base, floods the mass. 

Count on one then on two, and for true, I will prove, you'll befree.

Cos we are big bang tuned – yes we are.

You mayalready know it or soon you will feel the thrill,

Of what wasin the beginning and how we are here, in real.

It startedbefore all the best was only together.

You know thesecret of the matter, and it was:

Three, two,one – here we go…

The boom ticks tune, zigzag sticks beat time for the drum.

The diged down sound from the base, floods the mass. 

Count on one then on two, and for true, I will prove, you'll befree.

Cose we are big bang tuned – yes we are.

So let's make an order – an order in all this fuss.

Depended only on one's free will.

Yes, eachand everyone – not easy.

Then let's make the truth main rule – like no lies invented.

Open accounts for everyone.

Then it would become a trouble – a little bit harder to bit.

It would appear, those who don’t want all people be free are stronger.

That would be a huge shame.

Take countries based on freedom as a main rule, but not leaving it.

But this could be easily ignited.

We have an international rights agreements that needs to be obeyed.

Turn to them. 

Sue the wrong acts against humanity.

Calculate, oh yes, you need to know.

Yes you need to know, whether YOU are right.

But noworry – man can be wrong, 

if he’s honest with it, 

willing to admit it,

regret 

and has will to properly commend it 

– then he’s clear.

And if he would preceded with this will, 

do the righteous acts

– he would stay clearand, an honest one – free in his acts, 

even when making mistakes – only those he would redeem.

Turn power into energy.

Let all humans gain a proper chance to take as much energy as he needs to achieve 

freedom 

and 

knowledge 

necessary to sustain it and make it your source of income.

Let energy be the currency. 

Share it for your joy 

and with care.

Słońce z szarości wyłuskuje formy.

Nawet bez kolorów, obiecują trwałość.

Wędrowiec jest ciągle w podróży,

Odwiedza domy, w których może odpocząć.

Przysiada czasem, czasem z papierosem,

I próbuje pojąć nieskończoność pustki.

Aż w końcu,

Chciałby gdzieś zostać.

I to nie jest jeszce koniec

[...]

Rozmawianie najczęściej pomaga

Ale gorzej jest wtedy

Kiedy dzieje się zupełnie odwrotnie

Poetykę buduje sie na metaforach

- czyli mówieniu tego co jest, zupelnie inaczej

To nie znaczy że inaczej, niż jest naprawdę

Po prostu inaczej niż zwykle

I taka rozmowa wierszem

Zamienia sie w życie nie do zniesienia

- przeprowadź analizę wiersza

Next to the dreams I always kept in my head.

Next to the things I always had in my dreams.

The floor is now clean – I'm staying longer on my knees,

Cos now is the time, the time so perfect ever since.

You've reached the top, you are at the very peak, you pushed the bottom now, and you stopped me to speak.

You are on my pray list… you're on my pray list now.

You are on this very list, you're on my list to pray.

It's hard to say "please" – it is complicated.

If you disappear – I will be a troublemaker.

Look at my hands, look at my lips – these all exists,

All these exist since I have started to pray.

You've reached the top, you are at the very peak, you pushed the bottom now, and you stopped me to speak.

You are on my pray list… you're on my pray list now.

You are on this very list, you're on my list to pray.

Now is your turn, set me the rhythm of days.

Now is your choice, add my life a certain spin.

My ears are yours, my soul is steady.

Oh yes it's ready now, yes it's ready,

as it has always been.

You've reached the top, you are at the very peak, you pushed the bottom now, and you stopped me to speak.

You are on my pray list… you're on my pray list now.

You are on this very list, you're on my list to pray.

I close my eyes again, invisible cloth covers them, I err.

I lead my fingers tips to all this points I can recall.

But thought they are so bold in my mind, they still change.

I'd like to sit on somebody's knees and in many places on earth.

I'd like to clasp somebody so tight so that my fists hold each other and pray.

But all the points are merging, and all the signs are changing.

I'd wish to stay for a while or day.

I have to travel around somebody. There are so many others,

In this eternal seek and hide.

All shapes of ears, all funny moles, all noses.

All common points like navels or elbows - the birthmarks.

They are my guides, my paths, my travel memoirs.

I'd like to take another breath and feel some of them again.

And when they leave I'd like to know they'll come back and stay.

But all the points are merging, and all the signs are changing.

I'd wish to stay for a while or day.

I have to travel around some body. There are to many others,

In this eternal seek and hide.

Strike the balls, they'll roll apart and stay in mess – it's normal.

The pool is big and holes seams small – aim at one.

And when you aim – believe.

Feel the pleasure of perfection – hang on it.

Because the rules of the game

In which you always gonna win are simple.

You feel the pleasure or you loose.

You're the only one to choose.

Just stay happy – all the time.

Meet a man, give him a chance and joy – he'll loose it.

Life will turn to a battle field where tension is the only sin – don't screw it.

And when you fall – believe

There is no empty hole in love – hang on it.

Because the rules of the game

In which you always gonna win are simple.

You feel the pleasure or you loose.

You're the only one to choose

To stay happy – all the time. 

Years will pass, face will fade, you'll get old – get wiser.

All the fuss will be away, you'll get slower, maybe grey – remember:

When you pray – believe,

It ends only when you fail so hang on it.

Because the rules of the game

In which you always gonna win are so simple,

Simple like this:

You win when happy you are.

There is a chance for you to meet a super space human

The thing is, you need to be one of the kind.

Or you may pass him by…

There is a way to get close to a super space human

But the risk is, you won't ever get apart again.

That is your choice…

They are in manny, manny places – in fact everywhere.

They are quite nice for some time or even forever,

Depends on how much you have…

Together you won't need an umberella, cos he will be the rain.

Oh, no you won't need no clothes either – he's the sun within.

Get prepered for a super space human,

Leave everything – keep your hands wide spread.

You can fly high with a super space human,

The clouds dance-floor is sweeped for both of you clean.

Be the dance…

It's so nice to dream with a super space human,

The dreams you gonna have together are already real.

Be the bed…

Get ready for the play with a super space human,

The truth will be your password in this beautifull game.

Be the fate…

Together you won't need an umberella, cos he will be the rain.

Oh, no you won't need no clothes either – he's the sun within.

Get prepered for a super space human,

Leave everything – keep your the hands wide spread.

Say a secret wisper of a super space human: