Categoria: poetry?!

You know you are always right

I should stop my shouting mouth

Wishes and swallowed pieces of stone

Not that easy job to make

Not some comfortable way of feel 

Or some little big stuff to deal with

Just hung to this rope and swing

Freeze this moment and erase the meaning

Achieve yourselves but let me say

What a mess my scrambled path

Fuck than! 

Fuck them blindnesses

Fuck them senseless

Let’s crash to this wall again

Till the pain arise again

Till the grudge will scream ahead

Till the pain will lead you there

Outside to see the stars

Untill your breath will hurt enough

Melting the brain will make you mad

What a funny way to end

Make your voice to scream against

This shit this pierce this hole to peep

Sopito e immemore, pena il cor che del pulsar s’avvede.
Sebben, desto appena, ad amor non crede,
ha d’aver contezza del respiro cocente
e dello smarrimento che soffre la mente.

Il fuoco mai spento, indistinto,
sotto la cenere languiva intatto,
in attesa di un vento,
che lo rendesse nuovamente scarlatto.

Sentire ancora: aveva obliato,
poter essere umano come in passato,
con l’intelletto che alla pari del cuore,
soffre mancanza e sente il dolore.

Ha perso, è sconfitto, dov’è dunque quel golem?
Dove son ora i suoi moniti, dov’è il suo livore?
Quanta forza sprecata a fabbricare difese,
mura, cuffie e fredde pretese.
Esse ora giaccion disfatte lasciandomi nudo,
senza più scuse e senza uno scudo.
Dove sei tu ora, mio algido calcolatore?
Non hai più credito né godi rationem.

Ritrai le milizie che avevi schierato,
la pace armata è finita, sii esonerato.
Stai lungi non troppo da me tuttavia,
poiché del mio iter ignoro la via.

Saremo assieme, come in passato:
carne e nervi, morale e peccato.

What the hell are you talking about?
God is not that stupid
like this monkey pretend to teach.

Everybody should agree with that:
“every creeping creature is made to keep!”

No hair no coat … and speech!?
Vanity and lust,
violence and tortures.

That’s what they build:
a brained monkey craving for supremacy.

What the hell are you recounting?
I would never be confortable with those!
Fucking unconscious golems,
are you always right?

Take a breath, this weired scene
is about to end.
Turn off the lights to avoid the pain …
you can stand up
and leave the room,
you can shut the eyes soon.

What is the sense?
I don’t understand it at all!
What do you want from me?
Am I made to follow the shepherd or to be it?

Violence and lust,
no brain flooded of musts.
Turn the lights off!
Eventhough the pain!
Trust me it would be better,
trust me turn the lights off.

Turn the lights,
turn the lights,
turn the lights off!