party 221

i see only what i am
girls and mixed groups break into a few national banks tonight
keep your breath and put all your money in a basket
we have motocycles outside speening for us
parties ready to end 
elephnts prepared to smash everything that stoped working
do not be afraid if you are honest you will live
this night will never end
we eat hundreds of flowers snakes and potatoes
this is how energy is created
enough with using words
we are here for a reason
inspired by your lack of courage and social interraction
always speaking a single truth 
put your hopes in this tiny machine
trow as far as your inner world will let you 
a few guys start barking
and i'm thinking about the next jump

the tree the bird the sun

a tree sits in a bird
singing
flying over here
flying over there
admiring the violet skies
as no one other before

the tree knows how to enjoy all this
how the clap and laugh with his laud voice
he knows how to see through his branches
and not go for more

over the hills
over the tree’s forehead
over his tiny house
the sun cleans his garden dancing

everything goes by in a heartbeat
clocks became friends with people
people became friends with people
this madness and immense beauty
can be seen by almost anyone now

banks, taxis and good people

those who want to help will get to heaven
even if heaven is a lie
even if heaven is a lie
visual contact is our way to say
take a sit take a sip my name is however you wanna call me
this is how amelie came to be
counting clouds, strings and strangers
tracking smiles
this is who i am
nothing belongs to me
i am a calm breath
a deer
a human
i am my one thousand mistakes that turned into lessons
i am the tiger that turned into a butterfly and back
seeing things as i am
new sounds new hands bending together
launching myself into reality
eating snakes birds and regrets
can not run from my obsessions but i can build new ones
apartments and houses and trees and whaterfalls
what a beauty - being alive
what a mistery
we should only play
be as we are
go after a new journey every day
when i write i am invincible
so are you
sending signals on the other side
although i sense this is the only side
of the coin
of the empire
take what's not yours
give it back
no return no return
a young girl in the train station
a crocodile talking with his uncle
hey uncle why do we see so much
and breath so little
you see this is an illussion 
there's no mind
no morallity
keep swimming with no effort
observe the observable
there is no end to it
possibly no beginning
keep burning 
salt and species
what a beauty - being alive

insight for autumn

if i'll just have some money
for school, home, food & cabs
i'll love you like no one else
love my self in a better way
help 324 homeless people with finding the road back home
kiss you 3 times a day
if i'll just had some money
for school, home, food & cabs

live poetry - cici/ poem mortuar

a murit cici
săraca
a murit de tot, de-o dată
șade lată peste scânduri
plâng părinții ziua, noaptea
oare când se mai întoarce
a murit cici, săraca
uite-a fost și-acuma nu-i

aș mai scrie-o poezie. dă-mi o brichetă, un cui
unde nu-i iubire, pui
unde îi, mai pui și-acolo
marco polo, marco polo

îmi place gina pistol o
visez marțea și joia
cici plânge din mormânt
când sunt eu parcă nu sunt

e o umbră-n toate astea
ziua, noaptea, ziua, noaptea
caut final și n-am și n-are
nimeni să mă împrumute
scriu pe loc pentru bipede, fete mute, surde, curte
le fac tuturor o dată
și le duc unde răsare
a murit cici, săraca
și se scaldă-acum în soare

the end

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