#blasphemous rites

[vel. reiovesme]

[vel. ]

This poem moves without coma

Everything here is but bone yard

                                                                                                             In three twos these bones shall gather

By sextem the septem in neptem

To give sack a laugh

To klach

                                                                                                             **

This is blasphemous rite

Ignite red light

We are the drunkards

[vel. getout]

Lethal waters

I will cut through you

I will remember

What we forgot

Meanwhile

While you are getting out of us

Your hypnotic drops

Your tears your fears

Your false nothing

Your unmighty false falshood of falsity

Sealed in the bottles

To keep them in their false sense of safety

To keep them in their false sense of safety

For the fools like we

[vel. monchien]

MORGEN SHIFT

PARA DIGM

PARA GNAT

PARA MARA

WARA VON

DEATH

THE LOVER

THE SCENT

[vel. hauswerk]

"The Charm"

He has this

The law is for all

But not for me

Now slightly gently

As utters the father

"All my all is mine

And not anothers"

This is me

And he's all mine

For your feed

As for me you did

As we are here

As we were here

We will be

This poem is kindly dead

[vel. antifaxb]

"Lost in the space, we still go lucky"

Oh, how we cried to our small moon...

"-Why such a beauty is crying??"

I would send the executioner

To cut their heads off like my ancestors did

I would do no good to this world

That destroyed all that was good in me

Just for my own pleasures

And for my own riches

But I am dead

And I am no one

So I spit on carelessness

But that gives birth to my proud tribe

And my victory

And our greatness

So P L E A S E

[vel. threetimestwo]

"Into The Equinox"

Three times I saw people from the back

                                                                                                                     First time I saw them standing like a stones

Like a forgotten statues in a church

Made by the hands of a genius demiurge

Who filled their eyes with his breath

With true suffering longing and beauty

And put their gaze far into the lost infinity

In their concentration bivouac

They were silently drinking every word

With or without every meaning

**

Second time I saw a man

All-shaking and delyrically sad

He was surely sitting on no sofa

But barely on a piece of harsh velour and old sponge

With arms crossed on his chest

And eyes put into the undefined ground

Near him there was a pair of young lovers

Drifting on the thin net of the song

Enjoying their own company

Not to think but to feel

Or play the siblings

**

Third time I saw a man in the glasses

With a cigarette shifting in-and-out-of his mouth

He was anxious bout being intruded

By the observation

Beside him there stood some blonde cherub

With hands in the pockets

Breathing cold air mixed with the smoke from a cigarette

Peaceful participant of The Event

**

And there was I

The moving element

The curious intruder

Without any hope

Without any care

Nothing but the eye to see

[vel. antifaxa]