A keresés eredménye

The mask (troll ego verison 2020) (B.D.Foxmoor)

The silence is waking me up
oh carnival, why did you start without me
What kind of bile should i spit
What kind of silence did everyone else share, i wonder.
i have many symptoms
and the walks are now prohibited.
i am chronically ill
and instead of mask i wear you, madness.
Celebration at last, no celebration
is deserved to the vulrenable ones.
Cheap lives, you died yesterday
the masks arrived in hordes.
 
You look like you're dead, oh my, where did you find this mask, tell me too
everything i say is ignored and goes to waste.
Say a word so i can hear you, scare me
look at me in the eyes, to scare me.
But you can't, you are inactive, you cannot become any good
Take a look at the one with the angel's wings, waving,
he has blood in his eyes and he acts like he's fine, while he hurts
and if you tell him to turn to take a look,
he will not enjoy changing heaven.
He's too waiting in line for a vaccine,
before he starts dancing with the others in the pyre
and the one they are burning, oh how he resembles me
only by the fact that you enjoy it, it stops scaring me.
Find me a mask to wear, anything so i will be saved
and an i.c.u. robe in my size, to fit myself
or some face with a sorrowful grimace,
like a man about to kill himself staring at us from a rooftop.
i do everything to save myself from the fire, cut me some slack,
i made a mistake that i didn't wear the mask.
 
You should go to the carnival
your silence and the one of the masks are so similar
and as long as they chose it for you, you should go
you'll be alone, and you will be counting on ones who are alone.
 
For this reason, wear the first mask that you will find
take the decision and do as the high priests tell you
and if you too obey when your turn comes
your costume will seem suitable to you
and if you find for them pure blood to quench their thirst,
they might forget your face forever
and only remember the ridiculous mask that you wear
and you will be allowed to kowtow among the silent ones.
You won't be afraid, no matter how ashamed of yourself you will be,
everything around you will be desensitized.
You won't be jealous of how the others left free,
you will get used near the carnival.
 
You should go to the carnival
your silence and the one of the masks are so similar
and as long as they chose it for you, you should go
you'll be alone, and you will be counting on ones who are alone.
 
Cheap end, everything is cheap
The mask fit you well.
 

2042

November 2042
and in my worn out calendar
not even a rhyme can fit,
not even an usher word.
In front of everything that we faced,
me and pain, my epichoric
Armageddon seems now at last
like an exotic dancer.
 
Now we are in the middle of the path of light
and freedom has been for a long time now the ruler of our thoughts.
Our songs didn't become anyone's wh*res
and we are content with these sorrows of our times.
The immortals didn't manage to remove the magic from mortality.
our mood changed, we don't mourn the survivors anymore.
The mystery got revealed on its own, how worthy!
The possible human survived against the humans by chance.
The illusion and the metastasis of the effigies stopped
and the devil failed to make us worse.
We don't apologize anymore for the sake of the grandiosities
and language passes again through meaning for the young ones.
Speed doesn't produce pleasure anymore and time stopped being boring.
We released ourselves from fears and we looked at everything that is great, in the eyes.
Thankfully human is finally stepping outside history.
We are not mobilised anymore by repulsion and disgust.
The memories don't hold anymore the things that never happened
and i am sure, that everything i forgot, was of no importance.
We are no longer figures without a shadow, and everything they deprived from us
cured completely the infectious avoidance of substance.
Hate rhetoric was left depleted of principles and narratives
and the cause doesn't justify our definition anymore.
We stopped being depressingly up to date without senses
and nostalgia has stopped accumulating inside us.
Now we are imagining again the future of our reflections
and thankfully, travellers of tomorrow are still being born.
The night was darker before dawn came upon us.
We saved ourselves from the uniformity of desperation and from despots.
We finally pulled the curtains for the light to enter
and the haptic pornography of the images was rendered useless.
Hieronymus Bosch fulfilled his destiny up to here,
now we are able to live without imperatives of demons.
People stopped fortifying themselves in reality.
In the arsenal of events, some souvenirs were left over.
The arts are again in rupture with shallowness and
death got to Hamlet first, before he became King Lear.
i have time now, i will sit to study myself, to learn myself.
i hope that i stopped being hard to use inside my hideout.
Now i mourn when i write, and when i exist, i celebrate and i mold.
i no longer am an accomplice of some fatal plan.
Old Plato will be relieved, now that our thought
is taking part in the truths that we trust.
Every power that is pursuing our turning is futile.
Now we live and we are, and we do not simply pass for somebody.
i am no longer tormented by the gloomy swarms of my reflections,
i'm just an infernal river seeking to live in the light.
Death is no longer part of my allegations
and i'm not scared of some perfectionist god either.
i simply wanted, now that my energy is flowing naturally,
to remind that in nature, posession doesn't exist.
Everything is happening harmonically and turns out didactic.
Thus, it was without meaning, out of time and aimless, all that you were declaring.
The world found the essence and is narrating its rarity
and man stopped having rejection as his defence mechanism.
The hunter time, is hiding in his forest
together with the prophets that described his calamities.
 
It's the 14th of November 2042
and in my worn out calendar
doesn't fit anymore
not even a rhyme,
not even an usher word.
In front of everything that we faced,
me and pain, my epichoric
Armageddon seems now at last
like an exotic dancer.
 

Welcome stranger

Versions: #1
I pour a little darkness and a little rain
to fix you up a strange beginning,
and to draw you a bit from your own thoughts
that battle your cheerfulness anyway.
I take you to a small path, to an old alley
to a tavern, eternally steeped in wine.
A disreputable place, even for my own thinking,
where not ever fear would bring me in a dream.
Well here, I will share a story with you
that could have happened yesterday, and swear to me,
should it bother you so that you feel ashamed,
you will never speak of it again.
 
Welcome stranger, to my land
relax here beside me, let me pour you some wine,
please forgive me for my manners,
but you find me in the arms of shame.
I'm left alone, sit wherever you want,
you seem tired, you must have traveled far,
yet despite my haze and behind the shadows,
you seem so familiar.
 
Hello to you too, I've been gone for years,
I've been somewhere far away,
loud voices brought me back
and some remorse which told me that near here
I have been born and died two tousand times.
 
Oh, there it is, I knew it when I saw you
that you must definetely speak in a strange way.
You bear the markings of another world,
those thorns on your head, as well as your clothes.
 
Once, some crowned me with it
and they were mocking me as a great king.
Since then, fresh blood is still pouring
on those who climbed the steps of time.
Thats why you see me dwell in the shadows
as if I am afraid and want to escape
a prayer in an olive grove,
they've never let me finish.
 
And yet you smell of heaven and soil
and that wonderful chillness of silence.
 
It's that I was brought here by bizarre quarrels
Well, here's what you'll tell them
Since they're all shouting
and killing in my name
Say, the celebration is postponed
I´m going to lie down on my spikes.
Tell them that time has gone mad,
it no longer stops at Calvary,
tell them the stranger has gone,
that he went away for good.
 
You talk in riddles, but I'm into it
You must be an intellectual.
Or you are like me, when I drink here
and then lose my grip someplace else.
 
That's why I came here, to find you drunk
so that you can tell them the truth.
Under the light I see the sweat on your forehead*
but you keep it clean*, you won't be ashamed.
The others toyed with me for centuries
thay called me emperor, made me a general,
they proclaimed my simple words to be rules
and I knew none of it.
 
How did you find me down here, what do you want from me
I wasn't born very clever
it feels as though I was born yesterday
where there are plenty of smart people around.
 
I saw them, I listened to them, I know them well,
I prefer the nails that hold me on the cross.
They upsold my birth,
they are guarding the darkness as a treasure.
Tell my enemies that they had good reasoning
and that I will respect them because they showed more honesty
as they were killing me, they were looking at the sky
so they managed to received forgiveness from there.
 
Nice, my strange friend, tonight
you have found a purpose for my helplesness.
Take a cup, cut us some bread
let me finish my wine
and I will go and tell them
Since they're all shouting
and killing in your name
I'll say, the celebration is postponed
you're going to lie down on your spikes.
I'll say that time has gone mad,
it no longer stops at Calvary,
I'll say the stranger has gone,
that he went away for good.
 

Second daye

Second day of the life in Antiterra
And the cowards still mourn the first day
But I keep safe my sharp night coming to day
And from the ground I count a sparkle to the sky
 
Far from the mutened rage and soundless pulses,
the hearts sunken in despair (and all you can imagine),
some sealed memory makes me tight my fists
like a seed dreaming under the snow.
I can recall how I wasted a whole youth
like a sip or just like that first day
and that i didn't stand next to my security
and with my back turned on the sun watchin only my shadow.
 
Luckily I shared and went deeper than my words
and the roots brought fire to my legs.
What a nice sinking! The earth as mother wished to hide me
and i became the uncanny that fills you up with sorrow.
And i started catching storms in my nets
and sleeping only in my mist,
killing still young my songs on my lips
so they could live in the hearts as my friends.
On the other side – I've always wanted something to change
cuz some used to measure me by my lesser deed.
But one good or bad deed brings along a million ones,
as many times i saw the ebb, I saw the tide as well
Every winter I denied spring and she wasn't mad at me·
i was late a little – she always waited
to wish me the most beautiful and to hold on tight,
coz the lie quenches its thirst on stagnant water.
Second day of life with no fright
and listen to how them cowards mourn the first of days.
But inside me i lock the breeze of dawn
and from the soil I measure an inch of sky.
 
The first day was pretty in antiterra
but the second, definitely brings some fresh air.
And so I leave the window open towards the east
to light my cell of oblivion.
And there's a chance the flies to find their time
To say, nevermind, everything has their secret purpose
Valiant laws, old and eternal, solid
And we are whole in front of the reckoning
MIracles of every day, beautiful things -think·
think of the extend of passion that'll throw away the ageing.
Shameless visions on capital words
and for our fur noone has the stitches.
Blasphemy became the weaver of our speech
and we certainly head straight on our way.
And if life let us go before the finish line,
we'll be reborn in the fire by some mother.
 

When it rains listen to it

My friend you settled next to the tree
(the tree) without roots
with good-chosen words
You've won,
you've managed the impossible
you deleted years born to the fire
 
Let our dreams have a good trip
the unplanted (dreams)
And in your soul's the most jealoused places
Have a thousand places to hide
to forget
 
Don't anticipate
What you want is going to happen
Don't get anxious
 
You saw the uncomparable
 
In scared times...
credit only the truth
you were born
to be in the winners
Those with the light footsteps
Who are mocking the animals to be slaughtered.
 
I wish you had a thousand times more love
to forget....
 
My friend, because of the hustle
I didn't give you 'greetings'
From the tree
the beloved
From the magician
and from the rain overflows.
 
To the dam
To the wounded elf
 
I saw them in the dream fights
I lied to them
For you the same lies
But you should tell a thousand truths...
to forget
 
My friend, I,
still make songs
singing songs
And because you fancy the rain...
 
When it rains, listen to it
 
It makes the colors
When it rains, listen to it
It also brings perfumes
 
When it rains, listen to it
It returns memories
 
When it rains, listen to it
When it rains, listen to it
And look around
 
When it rains, listen to it
Lean to your myth
 
When it rains, listen to it
And smile to me
 
When it rains, listen to it
 

Listen mothere

I was born at the meeting of night and day
some hot August Monday
the dreams were but a few, the words too many
and everyone felt ok.
That the lineage will exist on and the party shall begin
Hollow ran my mother's
her ansgt, the pain, the urge
and a curse along with the wishes.
That my star heard and hid in the light
and since then I'm so alone
and the laughter ain't go on, and the promises are empty
and those who love you, see, they forget easily.
And they're afraid of standing by through time
and the reason they won't share the pain is love
see, their star is shinning high up there
and so everything is alright.
 
Listen mother, the Providence is for everyone
And maybe my star lies somewhere in the light
Listen here mother the Providence is for everyone.
And the sky has room for us.
 
And so I turn to the light and sing
I stopped counting the passing days
I'm picking up my pieces and hope not
to go back to all those that always want me to return.
I tight my fists and my only consolation
is my dream and how long my heart will stand
I'll be here and remember this well
and since you can't respect me, you'll be fearing me.
Because I'm alive only for what I love
I'm saving my lie only to you to tell
to all of you with the star up there high
that supposedly feel ok.
Cos everything around you is changing
while the days that go by scare you
but now i'm throwing away the wishes
I'm never gonna live the past again.
Because mother I found it all in front of me
my pain as my life and my joy just a breath of air
I've always been collecting what was left of the ashes
but fortune doesn't favour me.
 
Listen mother, the Providence is for everyone
And maybe my star lies somewhere in the light
Listen here mother the Providence is for everyone.
And the sky has room for us.
 

It's my fault

I've got a scar from the fire carved on my shoulder
a small sun wrapped in flames
a hidden path that leads to my soul
in a hidden punk I draw along with me.
I sighed in order to make it cast anchor
i vowed so much that he forgot in order to change
i told him another way just in case he eases me
a lotta lie for what he didn't manage to feel.
And you came now to remind that he exists
that he might go his way
but you can't imagine dammit and you don't know what you're doing
and then you always run and can't catch up.
And hell yeah you got a composing nerve
and it ain't suits you to roll somewhere there
cuz if you two encounter each other you'll be exposed
you have said so much that you wanna get lost.
And another fault of mine when you opened your mouth wide
i should have introduced him to you upon your first talk
but by the way you're heading you're gonna have the chance
when you set him an apoointment you'll be playing the lady again.
You'll be choking on your words pronto
and he shall speak to you wearing the pants
but who cares I'm just paying for the bullshit and I
apologise you both exist it's my fault.
 
It's my fault that the air i breathe stinks fire
it's my fault that I drain all I'm saying in just a glance
it's my fault that I learned how to fly without wings
it's my fault I'm keeping one breath at a time for my sake.
 
I'll keep draining all I speak in just one glance
and keep demanding all I breathe to smell fire
to remember it's my fault I'll be touching the scar
i'll be treating my life a breath into darkness.
And if i find the courage I'm gonna cut off from the punk
i'll take him outta my life i'll build him another home
in my mind and so everyone will cheer up
i'll take a muthafucker to share the roles.
I'll send my nerve on vacation
and i'll convince my heart to beat the way you like
you gotta lend me some chewed out words
how can i betray, damn you gotta show me.
You gotta tell me it ain't all my fault
it ain't all my fault it ain't all my fault
and you gotta save me from remorse not to drown
not to drown in remorse not to drown in remorse.
Imagine if i won't be able to cut off in the end
and go nuts along with him just out of the blue
and share teh vengeance sip by sip
and remember the good old times along with the punk.
To throw everything at godddamned waste
even if i had said that never
ever shall the fire see me burning my dreams
and screaming that it's all my fault.
 

Poema

When a song is born always something changes,
some enchantment cast to grab
the white paper and your voice,
open your ears, and listen to your heart, and open up
at the open space, from the confined universe keep
only the road, to touch a solid ground.
Search to find your thought and then live,
the every word uninvited and if possible shoot
like a bullet through the night·
keep writing even if the pen ran dry from drowsiness.
Don't wait for your muse to come again tonight
write alone and if she comes she'll find
a poem undone, quietly sung,
a little miracle, your mirale, cut and sewed
not to be another love song,
but a mumbling, moan of the dream and nightmare.
 
Poema means a great escape,
aim, terminal, knowledge, fantasy, rage.
It means song and waste of dream,
means play with words, the golden saving,
lyrics with meaning or drunk that jump out of a bleeding
wound.
It ain't just an opinion, think and stop asking
- they say it's better to throw a stone at luck instead of words.
It's my prop, a wedge in pride
and a trivial lie with truth as sourdine,
it's the bizarre, if your recall, nightingale
that's whistling the words to me and the verse ends.
That's why anything you write any more leaves you
you listen to a door that's opening and closing
someone entered or left and to find the answer,
read it and you'll understand.
 

Ιndifferent John

If you ever happen to pass by the place of flight
You might happen to see a lot you'd like to forget
If you meet a guy that looks different to you
Talk to him, he might give you some life for free.
He has his own car in his hands
Crazy for us, for him it's normal
He smashes batteries, show him some love
Don't feel sorry for him, 'cause he'll think you're a jerk
And if you're bowed for years and want to reach high
He's proud he has enough change
And if you talk about the steering wheel in front of him, full of effects, watch out, he easily drives and holds a coffee.
He's been to every square, all roads belong to him
And if he bothers you, he'll also apolozige
He doesn't honk, and won't lounge around in front of you
And John never lets a chick in the car.
There, he puts his heart, no room for our heart
He sees her walking and follows from behind
He doesn't pay circulation taxes
He has no idea about them, the king of indifference.
Win a good morning for him so your day goes well
And if your breath stinks and you want some air
Decide now where you'll go on Sunday
You might not come back but he'll be there
 
When something weird gets a hold on me
It's not coincidence that I always meet John
And he relieves me οff my life's burdens
God, give him a steering wheel he can always hold.
 
Because he's decent and counts on you
You're afraid of his life and look for the stolen
He asks for whatever he lacks and doesn't want pity
Posh soul and body in rags.
He doesn't have pockts, he holds in his hand all he has
You ask for what he doen't have and a strong pocket
It would be a nice topic for a reality show
The philanthropists would be in a hurry to feed him lies.
He'd find a job, money and an opportunity
If he could only gather all indifference
Το not expose people, it's Europe here now
There are now ways to wipe out what's different
But you neighbours, now that you'll be on your own
You'll lose your life's steering wheel forever
All masters and bussinessmen too
They'll lose meaning of making money
And then indifference, like rightful retribution
Will take its place in history
Along with ''Heroes'' and ''Freedom''
You'll make an ''Indifference'' square for John