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Greg, 24 marca 2014
The Rapture
Running like the rabbit
That opens up the door
For a reason to come running
Up from Mexico
The little hole
The gazing glory
Erupts like semen
Into the rotting carcass of highway life
Greg, 24 marca 2014
Constipation: Truth
If I stop before the flow begins
The end marks a flower
To bloom sends life to death
So preparations are made
But the bed is laid to rest
Find the seed
Deep within the words
To keep a light hidden tight
Nothing is seen
But all is heard on edge
Today
Greg, 16 grudnia 2022
Where Are You?
Why do you make me feel like this?
I’ve given you immense love, convulsive feels
And you let me down with the weight of a decisive hammer
Like Zeus raping the young nymphs
You steal my innocence, my joy, my trust
Which you found in the safest, darkest parts of me
Worked out with subtle, professional agitation
A child drawn to Buffalo Bill’s candy
To be fucking brutalized and ass-raped in a dingy van
In your fucking mind
You give me your candy and I’ll follow you babe
Two drops of sweetness and I’m all yours
Like a fucking pathetic dog getting kicked in the ribs
You tempt me with your sweetness
With your years long lies of reassurance
Forgoing joy after joy, Plato, Love
On an endlessly dying hope
A fish ripped open guts hanging from a rusty spear
Abandoned in the middle of the ocean
Slowly aging into pained renunciation
There’s really not much left for me to do but write out my pain
I’ve tried to love you
And I’ve tried to leave you
And in both cases I fall for your sweet words
For your power-hungry reassurance
“Look at what I can do, you fucking fool”
“If I can destroy you like this, imagine what I can do”
I’m your doll of emotional violence
An endless local of torturous vengeance
And gas-lit emotional neglect
You’ve turned me into a vague shadow of myself
A destitute renunciation of my power
What started as a joke has become all to real
All to deep
This sense that nobody loves me, that I’m alone
You’ve let down my trust for the last time…this hour
I’ll be back for more, whether I want to or not
The decision is undercut by malevolence
So have your knife to your heart
‘Cause that’s where I’ll be
Slice me like rotting meat
And go ahead love, just treat our love like you want to
I can’t even beg anymore
And I have nowhere to turn
For I gave her away too, for you
And you gave me away
As the basic structure of our love
A never-ending disappointment
A never-ending loss of safety, of trust, of the will to life, of love
Greg, 23 marca 2014
Spit it Out
Gather together on the banks oh holy ones
Inspiration fades over time
As beauty is stretched to multiplicity
Greg, 10 marca 2014
Let's Love Let's Die
Its hard not being at the festivals
Not swimming in the seas of love
And general good vibes
That permeate the trees
Whispering oh so softly
“I am the tonality that will make you deaf
And bring death to your ego
So, if only for a passing moment,
You may frolic in joy
And rest assured that there is nothing to rest from”
“You are the eternal form my child
The vapid check has none against you
Bloom forth, and there shall be none to stop
Your romanticizing of everything”
For once again, with an object of endearment
I have tried to trap it in my cell
Of thought and nervous tapestry
That deadens love and brings form to effulgence
Its hard not being at the festivals
And not among the crowd, when not
The world strikes me as awfully cold
And quite dim apart from those joyous lands
Sixteen shades grow from my fingers
To feel the life that evaporates
And caresses the beauty
Of all pervasive language
Stumbling up like a helicopter into
The black night
Climbing over toad stricken stools
And rampant drug brigades
Fight down and hammer home
The relinquished energetic field
Bring light into the patch-work
And shed joy into the crevice
One valley then another
Atop cyanide pained cremation
As one person takes a step
And another does to
In synchronic hope
Tripping each other
I can feel it on my finger tips
The world being peeled away from
By noticing my finger tips
Goodbye
The world has become self-aware
Is sterile
Is dead
Greg, 18 czerwca 2013
Atom
Razor back head of porcupine pin pricked by black and white light
A stair case reaches into the abyss of Mind
Lots of caverns
Taverns in which to hide away and drink, glory to the man cramped in black and white coming out the other side
Of the building
To manifest that which is structure amidst the sea of blue spikes and pink paisley, subtle
Lightening strikes and the tail of the serpent goes flying off and to pieces
Atomization of the beast
The serpent tower of twisted tongues
The language of flow uncensored
To hang within the boundaries of then and now
Colors drip slowly from the space of the unhinged tail
Melting slowly into an every blue sky from which a cat peaks
And purjury commences for the tail is reformed under the guidance of a tilted grand piano
Greg, 7 listopada 2013
A Short Expression of Joy and Gratitude
There is a light sparking in my heart
A bee-bop good time tuned to make me shake
And quiver in ecstasy
Swing my hips and lick my lips
To the sway of music so sweet
Dear Jesus
I'm happy
Thank you
And thank you baby
Infinite gratitude
For the gift of empathy
The rope out of the well of loneliness
And into the glory of the Sun
Greg, 28 grudnia 2013
HappyHappy Sadness
Sometimes
The birds explode
Erode the soul in its whole
Fall
Try to keep me down
Fuck the sky inside out
Rhyme you too a banyan tree
Catch me Bitch
Running through the lily fields
With dreams that feel twice as real
As a severed head painted black
Stop
Forget what I said
Let it in your head
Out of the hole on the other side
Oblige
Oblige
Keep me in your heart
Tear the little shits apart
When you are the grayest
Cloud on a bright summers day
Win
Win the prize
Win
Win the prize
Win
Win the prize
I'm just fuckin' around
Greg, 20 stycznia 2014
The Nameless; The Object
Blackness covers sunshine
The raven loses ground
Morose by its nature
Lost, lost just to be found
In all it had forsaken
Dismantled and procured
In the vanity of beauty
Where love comes to ruin
A comfortable despair
A languished angry song
Held out on a prayer
That just once nothing goes wrong
But once is for infinity; splicing the moment to a smooth fracture
And by asking I shall never receive
The burden is upon the ox’s shoulder
To shut the fuck up and just make believe
That life
Is hollow and cold
Build a fort around your soul
To never ever ever ever ever show
The love you really are
Kept hidden away, deep in the dark
And I understand,
Trust me
I’m a coward too
Greg, 2 lutego 2014
The Comfort Song
Cringe the pharaoh maiden
The expectorate that lays within
To decimate the soul
Of the remaining ounce of control
Which if relinquished
Will make me more whole
Than you could ever be
I need the competition
Because the blue sky is not free
It is the lost attempts of a vapid past
The ghost of masters
Sitting silent upon the grief stricken raft
With wrath of ages
And unexpected wagers
To call hollow sounds into
The nights that don’t last
And when the first two verses
Are left behind
The nonsense become climactic
Like the rhythms of the Rhine
In which nothing is forsaken
And no soul can ever look
At the indolence
And poetry
The street fractured
Illusion
The type casted forensics
Of an experience that is no longer me
Cringe the pharaoh’s maiden
Hint silent at the waning light
For if the neon comes crashing down
At least the sound will implode
Keep quiet for the children playing ball
On the open fields with their fathers
Lay silent on the grass
Looking up at the golden flowers
Sit against a tree
And warmth brushes my face
With the embrace of a serpent
That has come to steal my soul
I exist only to let you down
To enamor the dull-witted and soul dead
With witty catch phrases
And to speak only of the witty catch phrases
To cut myself down in my external form
Perceptible to me
Through the eye glass of illusion
Seen by me
As the light that can’t subside
I try to die inside
And I know that one day I will
But the beaten child
Has grown too strong
To lay dormant any longer
And so I raise my head and cry out with a scream
I am not what I seem
This is my ego, this is my fear
I am the unspeakable
And so I can never share
…farewell to the sullen ground
Hello to the roots of despair
Greg, 19 lutego 2014
Hemorrhage
So the tables turn round and round
And a rhyme scheme begins to emerge
From the pits of desolate chaotic fear
Rampaging against
Against
Against….
…against…against
(Drifting to a hollow whisper)
The technology takes over
And implodes my attempt at making something sobering
To drag you down into the shit and the mud
That I revel in
I say that its my pain
But the game is all in my head
Swirling rushes of winds and hairy things
Running like the apostles against the horsemen
Of four opposing winds
Left dormant on the train tracks
To touch the little child
And never look back
Sneak attack
The ego that resides
In the meadows of poetized
Living, breathing butterflies
That have beauty so true
And appreciation so contrived
That I could find it dope sick
In the back alleys of a whore house in Japan
In the meddling pussies of the young girls
Who give their life into the hands
Of Western glory businessman
Who are rapists, but innocent all the same
I am condemning for the sake of easing
Some of my inner pain
Rush rush rush down the alley way street
To hear the beats
Of feet that tell stories
And the children come together
Holding hands in cold hands
The band erupts softly
To heed quiet the land
The sand that seeps softly
Between our tangled feet
Aghast at the shoreline
The whispering foresight
The languishing preparation
Of sad gypsy songs
Hear the cries to fall hollow
Bring light from beneath ground teeth
Sink the pail
Own the reliable serpent
To come up your leg into the sacred lick
Command Command Command
I am Afraid!!!
Relinquish the background hologram
And touch the penguin’s feet
Alone in the night
Speaking of fright
Lunging at light
To feel incomplete
Jack off the shadows that swallow your head
Rail the gears and break…
The rhymes are descending back into hell
Into chaos
And the meter breaks
CRACK
I want to write more
But I want to feel satisfied
And if I keep writing we will walk on forever
Like Da Vinci who could never smile inside
But to notice the gruesome frown that ripped at his soul
And in maniacle terror
And inward asceticism
Chased down the rabbit hole
To find nothing and no one
The sunstricken grief
Of a life incomplete
Greg, 24 lutego 2014
The Coward's Homage
Black soot ferments
Deep within the grounds
From which rises the depths
Proportionate to the horror
Of an internal spectator
Personal tragedy:
Raging against the unconquerable
By duty
By essence
Rail the box car over the tracks
And fall it will
But to stay on the tracks is a path to hell
So fire and brimstone
Against which none can avail
Only ease the suffering of lonely stagnation
Of intrepid intimation
Of that with which there is no intimacy
Like lightening that illuminates the night
In which emptiness rides essential
We are gathered here today
To pay homage to the Holy Nothing
The blank slate of immortal change
That resounds like rapids
Against the expectations of a more permanent time
A flow that breaks is the work of cowards
Torrential rain comes to me
To batter my soul
As a black rose attempts to grow
At least to be a battered ram
That maybe to one could show
That blooming is not only the martyr’s dream
But that the martyr is the conscious failure
Awareness that knows of the intimate
But has taken the wrong path
A path requiring courage
This Awareness did not have
So I drift away into chaos
For divine order is only a shadow
A pulsating wound
From where flesh was gaped open
On a sense of trust
That left me soul broken
Greg, 24 lutego 2014
Frozen
As moments wait
And years turn to hours
The rebel showers
Shout high above the river-pains
Together with love
Right and wrong emerge
As half-castrated recoils
Into the face of fear
Like shadows of the mystic
I emerge as a force
Not worth fighting for
And hoping to be put to rest
So that my soul may find ease
In oneness with the river of time
The shores are cold
And the more I step away from the cold splash of the water
The more rigid the air gets
The faster life passes by
In the most tormenting of grinds
Gears that shift
The war machine that rides inside
As a manifestly made
Black hole
Upon this leisure
My time-I do abide
Obedience has come to me
For once I see
The light of faith that resigns me
Not to the shore
Not to a wave
But to the river itself
For if I am-caught in a reason
In an objective, grasping glance
I will suffocate on the open air
Of possibility
And if not
Then a vial conditional
So I must submerge myself in the river;
As that which has no option
I remain free
From the constraints
Ney the utter unbearable torment
Of being-among beings
With no essential relation
To the being, that beings essentially are
As a spattering on canvas
That can never touch art
I gasp at air
Being slowly ripped apart
By the rampage of intellectualism
That rummages my soul
Holding love to the glow
Of an iridescent candle
And devolving into meager thoughts
Of that which lies Beyond
Tarantulas come gripping up
From inside of me
The hyper-dimensional resting space
Of space itself
That emerges in a form of undeniable blackness
-A reflection of my own
Dejection runs through my veins
Castration foments in my mouth
To lay barren the sentiments too holy too speak
The repugnant poet
Masturbatory exploiter of experience
As such I stand before you- ashamed
Greg, 25 lutego 2014
Drowning and Thirsty
At a certain point
The light grows so dim
Before and after turn to grey
Dismay arrives
On the lips of those who speak
So strong in their word
Link to the aftermath
The shitty fucking poetry
The unrelenting bullshit
Of artistic constipation
I can’t write anymore
My soul has grown weak
And every time the morning blooms
The phone rings
To sweep me off my feet
I’m dying inside
But nobody cares
Because I can’t express it
In artistic divinity
As the poets of great
Who harnessed Spirit
Could
But I promise you
At least my heart’s broken
Please listen
For I have no purpose left
But maybe to resonate
With a passer by
Who will never stop to speak
But in a passing glance
Will share a tear
For the life that has erupted
In petty flatulence
The residuals of nothing
Crust upon my eyes
And leave me blind
To find nothing but fading lies
Hidden behind eyes
That wish to look
Complex and deep
But really are dirt cheap
And made of fraudulent shit
I am so so sad
But I know that no one cares
Please just let me fade away
Crying hollow screams
Resonating in the valleys
And mountains
Teeming with life
Greg, 1 marca 2014
Doom's Day Parade
I see six points of collusion
That come tumbling down
A broken mountainside
Lonely, to abide
By the rationality that subsumes
All it loved and all its light
If only it could just be eaten away
But at the end of the engulfment
There always stays
A spark of eternity
That forever cannot decay
And so I masturbate in misery
In existential suicide
To find the loneliness inside
Of everlasting love and light
But revenge comes to get me
From the volcano that doesn’t forget
Memory and justice
Unrelenting, brings me to my knees
And I cry out
To the hollow night
Hoping that no one will hear
Envelope me in the valleys
And lay my heart to rest
Pulsating and squeezing blood
Showering the vacuous soul
Tumultuous and tormented
As the flow turns into stone
I want to stop
But the fingers press on
And so, I suppose
My heart does as well
Am I my heart?
Is there an I that I can say?
I am all that is said
The entirety of my world
Including the my-ness that possesses it
And castrates chaos into form
Castrates God into the Lord
Fornicate to subsume your whole soul
And perhaps,
By chance
The rose petals will bloom
Greg, 4 marca 2014
A Love Letter
Strange shadows follow me
Into day
The light that was relinquished
Comes with pain
To wrestle away
The waking moments
And castigated dreams
That let me sleep
That let me sleep
Hey baby
You wanna write some lines??
She says no
And bites her morning bread
Leaving the thread half spun
That I must now complete
On my own
But yet weave her in
…only getting a copy
My made up copy
But I want her
So I ask again
Hey baby
You wanna write some lines??
My hands her heart
: She’s looking soul constipated
Pushing and pushing
But nothing comes out
But dry air
And now it comes:
Hoping you’d hear my heart
Trying to correct the order
But…you can’t melt the crystal!
“I just wanna chill”
She says as she backs out of the
Poetic orgy
But now she returns, for a taste
“I want to be in your arms,
And would love some dick”
“To be one with you
And carry your baby
Wander my life with you
Take care of your chubby belly,
Bearded and skinny face”
Feed you with love
To flow back and forth
As the dams break
The cradle will fall
Greg, 6 marca 2014
Suffer Child
To strive on like the soldier
Weighing risks and counting boulders
Two fires are started in my soul
One that abhors me
And one that adores that
Which comes to attack me
And shatter my scheme
Rhythms beat repetitious
Gleaning a small glance
To be torn away by the hounds of hell
Barking in my ear
*ring ring ring*
I’m coming
The door swings open
And eyes wide shut
Embrace the golden calf that sits
On a throne made out of God-shit
Relentless adoration
For two passing songs
One a reflection of the other
And the other the same
Grasping at each other
For something substantial
But only by knowing
Can this be possible
Free from the grasp
That gives rise to this barren earth
Full of luscious green life
And teeming with insidious competition
The bloom of the flower
And the hum of the bee
Are but trinket coverings
Of the endless suffering that they are
And the sooner this is seen
The sooner the green skys turn grey
The quicker life comes to an end
And Green can be seen
Not just in the grass
But through the grass
From the other side
A few shout to us
To just give up
And let out a welting cry
To melt the candle wax
Of your daily teardrops
That arrive and arrive
To descend and pretend
To be hollow, lonely, and barren
Greg, 10 marca 2014
Cyclic
Beauty is death
I strive for the hideous
The peculiar the ugly
That which discloses only itself
May the golden drapes
On the infested wounds
Sour like curdled cream
Bury vacant in the lots
Of abandoned hopes
And lost dreams
That only were bandaids
On an aching heart
But now
Let me ache free
Be tormented in public
And not hide my wretched face
Behind a façade of wretchedness
Clean the glass dome
That capitulates anarchy
Into the senator’s home
That relinquishes from tyranny
Every god damn covenant
Residing silently like the snake
That told the whore
To eat the apples
And set her free
From the love of God
To toil and love in the fields of herself
To know the beauty of pain
The lush vegetation of torrential hatred
And torment so traumatic
That it could only manifest
In the coming into life
Of a new born
Naked and free
And secure
Ripped from the cortical vertex of intimacy
To bleed out into the world
And lay helpless on the table
To be taken care of
By that ugly wench that rejected him in the first place
To be born is to die
To suffer the ultimate rejection
So eat nothing and contaminate
The pond
For when one song is over
Another is beginning
And the cycle goes on….
Greg, 9 maja 2013
Misfiguration
With infinity to do and nothing to say
Fade silent into breath taking wonder
A crossing for a king to sink
And a pain for the wretch to scream, and scream
Bring wondrous shackles to the brink of blackness
And scream for the lit cigarette
To burn you deep in the pits of wonder
To harmonize with your contentment, collapsing the wave
Feel free to say something, anything at all
Just let me know I'm important enough to ignore
To actively ignore, while shining bright on your phase
Let me know you notice the shun
Facade upon layer upon facade upon...
Digging softly with a layer of untouched pain
Kiss the solemn ground and lay feet bear
For the mourning comes and the sadness never leaves
The mourning goes and turns to photosynthesis
And leukemia for someone's grandmother
The hand that once held him from her wheel chair
Now is falling off for fear of reprieve.
Ostatnie komentarze:
18 maja 2024
kb
jakoś kojarzy mi się z "siostrami wielkiej
18 maja 2024
no chyba że pomieszkuje
18 maja 2024
zdaje się że nikt tu już nie mieszka
18 maja 2024
bardzo
18 maja 2024
orzeźwieni... prawie jak otrzeźwieni... i to
16 maja 2024
violetta
Może w lipcu będę miała takie wakacje:)
16 maja 2024
jeśli tylko
słońce w płynie..
15 maja 2024
Weronika
Za jeszcze jeden rejs!
14 maja 2024
Mam takie oko :)
14 maja 2024
Jaga
Zwierzęta upodobniły się do koloru otoczenia
14 maja 2024
To naturalny suchy i pustynny klimat. I tam są
14 maja 2024
Klimat taki, że nie był i raczej nie będzie,
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Marcin Olszewski
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kb
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