A keresés eredménye

Theses and laws

A law will come out following some theses,
A law will come out to remove us
A law will come out, full of contrasts,
To incinerate the deed of our tagma.
 
A law will come out to forbid us,
And will give us the price of little slut,
A law will come out to bind us,
A law will come out, too lawless.
 
A law will come out to consecrate the whip,
A law will come to set us back in time
And to forbid dream and sacrifice,
A law will come out that we're joining the herd.
 
We welcome this coming law,
With condolences and best wishes!
 

Unanimous sick people

And what would be if,
On a cursed day
We all would get sick
At the same time?
Doctors, and patients,
Parents, and children?
 
What would be, what would be
If, suddenly
We all would get sick,
If we didn't have
Who on who to treat,
Bandages and brackets?
 
What if,
Following the legitimate right
To get ourselves sick,
We really wake up
That we all get sick
And we have no one to help,
We have no one to call?
 
What if,
On a cursed day,
We would get sick
All of us
At the same time?
 

If you were to disappear

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If you were to disappear
In an ordinary night
Oh my sweet and bitter dear
Sailing on the sea I might
 
An entire bag of clay
And some twigs covered of sand
to make you from the beginning
With the power of my hand.
 
Long and monotonous work
just to bring you back, my dear
I, a sick Hyperion
Of course you, a Galatea!
 
If you were to disappear
May your death be made of life
Oh my sweet and bitter dear
In lands of ice you’d be my wife
 
And from icicles I’d make you
Cover you in dress of frost
So that you can leave if you want to
Even if you would get lost
 
If indeed I‘d lose you then
Should apocalypse arise
I would come to you in heaven
And of angels you would rise.
 
Then my time will be to leave
In the attic of my home
Disillusioned, sad and peeved
In the purgatory, my throne
 
If you were to disappear
From my weeping and my laughter
I’d find you within my dear
Build you of myself thereafter
 

S.O.S.

Our world is sick with paradoxical evil.
The nature has a referral letter to the hospital.
Surrogate and lying enter every day in us
And preparations for war are heard in every home.
 
Ref: This one goes out to all reasonable and God fearing men
S.O.S this world! ... S.O.S this earth!
 
Come on, this can't go on, too many have died in vain
The nature is in the hospitals and the thinkers at asylum.
No enough food on the table and heat in the house for ordinary people,
While today's abusers have food, water, wine and heat.
 
Plague, cancer and heart attacks, thirst, famine and loathing of life,
Miserable ordeal and involutions, and so many that are upon us.
Our world is sick, let's head her on the move
To a world of peace, not to go in reverse.
 

And yet love

And yet wakefulness is
And yet we die repeatedly
And yet I believe in soul mate
And yet something has changed.
 
Demands from the world I don’t have,
A bed, darkness and you.
We step into nameless love,
The shiver like thunder struck.
 
Ref: x2
And yet love exists
And yet curse exists
I let the world know
I love, I have faith, I’m afraid.
 
World’s engines are shut,
Networks on roads have fallen,
A great desert lies around.
Wake them with a kiss, you!
 
Now I declare you goddess,
I myself I feel god.
Carry the world on, woman,
With children on my name.
 
Ref: x2
 
Outside swarm darknesses
Here we are luminous.
Quarrel between religions
Blaming each other the same.
 
You and love, both exist
And death exists in love.
I like you more when you are sad
Sadness, in fact, is yours.
 
Ref: x2
 
Knees I bow on the floors,
I tilt my head on the sky,
You are in my powers now
Although inquisitions want you.
 
My words are twisted received,
I return to the first syllable.
I throw down the forest over you:
“Goodbye, … I mean, stay!”
 
Ref: x2