1. ANXIETY NEVER DESCENDING

In reward for my pain
I received the name
And this was misery
This name was rock-steady
But lost it's meaning on the way
Since my birth for heaven
Fear and sorrow
Are the music of my life
And when sometimes it fades
Anxiety replace it
We ask
But we live without answer
Now I am giving
A name to my misery
And this is yearning


2. THRENODY

I am at war
With anxiety
Between the centuries
Cursing my eyes
Lifeless orbs

Haunting my hollow life
It' s annoying
But this world
Knows nothing

Once my soul was old
And in reign of god
But god can do nothing
She should say:
God can do nothing
She should say:
God can do nothing

Cold dead fingers
Of dread don't seem so frail
Porn lips kiss me every night
Stealing up my time
Girl in the nightmare
Reminds this face
Materialized today
In the air
Out of fragrance of death


3. SERENE PONDS

The snake and I
Horned and with a tail
We wait patiently
To feed upon pages
Written with lies
Under inspiration
And he asked:
“Take me to the serene ponds”
The old snake replied
“You don't belong there!
Your soul
Breathes deeply
In seething nebulous
Burning pit of fear”
He quoted:
“Ancient reptile
You're as elusive as a trout
And your serpent body
Is swaying above”
Then with his tongue
He swallow the whole love of the world
I said "do it again, do it again"
But there was no more love to swallow


4. POCZĄTEK WRAŻEŃ

...Zaczyna się
Wchodzimy
I jesteśmy jak wy
Smutni jak psy
Bo nie ma nas
I nie ma inaczej
Na zawsze
Krzyczcie
Bo teraz już można:
„Niech żyje!”
Pozwolimy wam
Na to I na tamto
Słyszycie?
Więc posłuchajcie,
On mówi:
Grawitację zabijemy płaczem
Więc płaczcie
Kraczcie jak wrony
Kruki śmiejcie się
Latawce trupie
Patrzcie
Stado świń
Spada ze skały
Prosto na ryj
Bo obiecałem im jabłko
Grzech z grzesznej jabłoni
Na jabłoni trup
Co wiele widział
I dobrego I od złego
Zachowaj w nas wiarę
W początek I koniec
Nieodwołalny
Pojedynczy
Równy
Zwyczajny
Zmartwych-nie-wstający
A śpiący I głuchy
Amen!
Pamiętaj!
Masz moc zapominania zdarzeń
Zaczyna się, tak?
Tak, to już
Więc chodźmy
[koniec wrażeń]


5. THE WIDTH OF A FOREHEAD

How many nails
I could pierce
Through a forehead
It depends on its width
And innervation
And bituminess
Perhaps even
Whether a forelock is falling

World wide forehead
Struggling with breaths
Most common the last
Dead world dead forehead

Someone did want genocide
Other overcrowding
The world is dead


6. PALLIATIVE MESSIAH

Once climbed
My highest mountain
Nothing left
But walking down the land
I screamed out:
"Come close and look at me dying"
They did not understand
Words like eating horses
So I repeated:
"Come closer"
They began to hate
To eat their horses

Then I met the palliative messiah
I see this meeting
In the greenness of a stunted scrub
Somewhere on a slope
I asked:
"What is the sex of death?"

Each of these ugly ones
Has their own palliative messiah

And shadow trail

"Don't ever remove bookmark from what I read"
I murmured and now
I'm dancing around his body
In the way never known
Singing the hymn to death