čtvrtek 3. srpna 2023

Němá láska

těsně se míjíme, jak život ubíhá
kolik že slov jsme si nestihli říct? 
malý kus sebe si vědomě upíráš
abychom nechtěli, nechtěli víc

slovy se neplytvá, není jich dost 
mlčky se milujem přes vzdálenost

z šuplíku - napsáno v červenci 2022

středa 19. července 2023

Immoral

psyche at the bottom of my brain
shortly in outrages pain
when everything seems in vain 

the world collapsed into an abyss 
but only to grow from ashes like the Phoenix again
to heal one android quite paranoid 
shot out to the orbit of distorted reality

a scar is getting formed slowly
deep in the cerebral grey cortex
as morality fallen down quickly
the values have been broken
and there's no guard to secure that treasure
it's just us, so imperfect & faulty

thinking about childhood
those few punishments for misbehavior
just to find out where the fuck guilt is coming from
is it human being's nature or is it learned?

release that firm grip, hon
we've slid one hell of a ride - no doubt 
but a corrective process has already started
while Life's never stopped
it's been - at the end - pretty ridiculous