My Colored Glass

I see what is there
Beyond the smiles
Beyond the curved corners
behind the hedgestone

I see want i want
Snow fields and wasted twigs
Pine trees withered
She sipping wine

I see what i saw
Beetles, peacocks and cranes
Agony tree and washer's stone
The one legged bitch

This is my colored glass
I wear it all day
Wear it all night behind my pillow

The Premonitions

It is like a drowsiness that consumes you…enters from the air of doubt that prevents you from trying out new things and if you do the same frightens you of the consequence, I feel like using expletives here but then I think I will remain ‘civil’ as long as possible. I have plans, I have love, I have spleens and yes I have confidence, just one to take care of three things…I am failing many times now, I have never had these bullies around me, I feel like I am being pushed around by MYSELF, and I feel nobody is really responsible for what is going around me, and if it is supposed to be the omnipotent omnipresent God than I will kick him in his ass, I am sick of fate, destiny and karma, those are for people who have loads of money and they feel like they are not still happy or content that is because they never will be, you should be not content, you must direct your unsatisfaction and greed into ways that will actually benefit you, are those karmic superstitious yogis hearing???? I do not know, I might fail, I might fall so low that I am not going to get up or I will rise and belt the ass of all those apathetic bodies who cannot think or I might just have no one around me. Now, at this moment I do not give a rat’s ass to anything, anything that I loose or gain is again in my control but at this moment I do not care, I want to be with myself, I simply do not care, people can wait till I come out of this or they can just take their train, I will not lend money to home, I will spend more on my phone bills, I will feel miserable and will not shed a tear, I will smoke and I will drink and I will be the pink unicorn one day. In the end everybody wants something from you, else they want you. I am sick of this, yes maybe I am immature so what I will grow at my own pace, maybe I am idealistic. At the moment I feel like summoning the delusions of a guardian angel and belting her so severe so that the angel runs away so that I am my guide…

Go Back...

Walking out of the womb,
Clutching the cord of curiousity,
He takes his first step.
Unsupported, Unwithered of yesterday's innocence,
He takes his first step.
Not knowing the causes
Not knowing the consequences

In his own microcosm, he lives...
The others do not matter.
their loss and their wins,
are theirs, not his.
Never shed a tear or smile,
Not knowing the causes
Not knowing the consequences

What can change him?
Fear, Love, Defeat, coercion?
Why should he be changed?
So that it benefits you?
Benefits your kind?
Why do you perceive else?
So that you recline?
So that you are rewarded?
So that you are dead?

Go back to your farms,
Go back to your sickles.
Go back to your factories,
Go back to your Machines.
Go back to your houses,
Go back to your wives.

Go back, as He is long gone,
He remains no more.
He went when you were busy
He was standing beside you
He wanted to meet you, talk to you
He wanted to cry and say that he is no large
As you are is He, He was no master.

Go back He is long gone
He was other's delusion.
He varied in another's dreams.
He long went, into the last hedge that burnt,
Into the last dry well that was buried.
He remains no more.

Go back to your fields.
Go back to your factories.
Go back to your homes.
Go back!