THEATER OF ENLIGHTENMENT

my face is a dead mask

my eyes are open gates 

to emptiness

my hands are woven

like a shroud of curtain

acting no action

strings of veins flaps

with a quiet, slow preludium  

chores of rotting tissue

-  soft song of putrefaction

when the clock strike midnight

pendulum of my jaws slap open   

 the show must begin 

with a warm wave of worms

MY LITTLE GAME

I scoff  as both

and I’m so sloth

that wipe it off

with filthy cloth

I scorn your morn

since I was born

and storm my horn

on movie porn

no worn nor torn

aglow like crow

dear dirty lore

of bribing oath 

my tricks and chicks 

are fit and strip

 inebriate quick

the purest ship 

You strive and cry

you fly and try

you wrote the guide 

how live life wise 

Your love was wide

you stake your child 

and  sky cried eyes

to thirsty dry

when Jesus Christ 

was crucified   

You make me smile

still wailing – why ?!

man always dies

in web, like fly

and when man dies

the man is mine 

MORTAL WIZARD

heavens heavens

tell me your secrets

I am a mortal wizard

I got a powers that my ancestors

couldn’t dream about

I can sneak in to your starry heart

beseech you with awareness  

pollute you with ethics

and a sense of beauty   

I can banish u forever

from a realm of mystery

subdue you to my understanding

of a  laws of physics

undress you with mathematics

possess you with perception

touch you

with my skeptic prayer

give me your self willingly

sooner or later

you shall be mine anyway

I am a mortal wizard

a Gods voyeur

a human snake

I had tasted the fruit

and I said – I like it…     

LOOKING AT THE STARS

I’m looking at the stars

I measure the distances

searching for reference points

I draw the precise map of the sky

to learn it by heart

I go to the woods

to avoid lamps and spotlights

I’m looking at the stars

I’m planning to escape

ARRIVAL

I arrived here on 3rd of September

2010

I had 100 pounds in my pocket

and that’s how I docked

to London by then

London Victoria station

where all the poles arrive

but they had acquaintances jobs and friends

and I had just me and my survival  

and no ends to met

I had a couple places I loved

the

couple things I loved to steal

the

homeless good deal

What about homeless people

I’ll tell you now

that’s not about live free to full

that’s about to die

that’s about to be an idiot

that’s about to be a creep

that’s about to feel a lot

that’s about to sell it cheap

And I was a fool like every fresh man

and lost my hundred

and find myself with some man

I escaped as fast as I could

but I couldn’t do any better

my passport and phone and

everything I owned

was scattered

and I was battered and sore

felt like don’t know any more

am I a poet or am I a whore

and the Thame was crying

and the air was flying

and the angels was carrying

the leaflets of hope

for me not to dying

in the grave of my own

(...)

just another fool that find the world’s cruel