Broken Poetry
Toilet poetry blues
I woke up this morning
with intention to make a sheet
to make a sheet
and to change the paper sheets
I've arrived to the toilet
and have knocked on the door
of the empty toilet room
I'm sorry I'm late
and nobody answered there
The wind was blowing
it was the old fashion toilet
the bollocks have swung
to the left and to the right
O Lord please help
to find a girlfriend of mine
TO BE CONTINUED
Naive prayer
Who is traitor of the God Creator
and who servers the fucking traitor?
Why they are so important?
Why the others must be punished
instead of them who has to be banished?
Who is going to pay for the disaster
which results as the project of the master?
Master of disaster
projected the planetary disaster
instead of self-disaster,
which he insists to project to us.
Master of disaster has opposed
the target and the source
and produced huge damage
to himself and to his own family members
unfortunately with the huge collateral damages
server to the death
commanding suicide to the mankind
to the children instead of to execute himself.
Who is the saviour
the representative of the God Creator
and whom the hell is he saving to
and why?
Why the enemies of the life are protected
instead of the Garden Eden
our home planet
our Mother Earth
our protector
our common Self?
Why are they immortal?
Why are they still here?
Why they insisting to stay
instead of to go away?
They couldn't accommodate long, long time
they are not intelligent as they claim they are
They're not here at homet
hey don't feel convenient here
furthermore they hate everything
connected to being here
staying here in this reality.
Why they just don't decide to go away
to let us living our lives
enjoying our way of living
of communicating
of being aware
of the presence of the infinite field of love
our support
our energy fuel
our spring of life
our source of immortality?
They just have to go away
to find their home somewhere else
somewhere where they would love to stay
far away of everything
connected to the existence on the planet Earth
which they so much hate.
Whosh, whosh
go away.