Adam Pietras (Barry Kant), 3 july 2024
Some say we are rather in Heaven
And only the song reminds that it is endless
Then it looks like to live is to tempt
It is a letter or a book somehow
For someone it reminds of a wound
Not by the matter of disdain towards what there is
For it is just fallen and hurt
There is a wound inside the existence itself
For someone it reminds of the worlds seen
As they travel the more they tempt
As they get crazy they wish to live so long
Just to intensify the longing
Satish Verma, 3 july 2024
So much to think
of infidelity at the edge of
yesteryear living in a broken home.
All my poetry comes
out to recite elegy for the unspoken
tragedy. It was tumultuous..
Skeletons start working.
Was it dysmorphia? To revive the
narcissism? I drop the blood.
Satish Verma, 2 july 2024
My turf war was over. You want to write
your will in blood. My prodigy has collapsed..
New vistas are steamy colored dreams. I was
searching for my lost silver coin. Were you empathetic?
I will not count all your sins. Life is
altering every day. Small things are becoming big.
Waiting for a defining day? I believe in
pluralism. I don't want to hear myself.
The grey wall was surreal. You
cannot paint the brown bears dancing.
Satish Verma, 1 july 2024
Give me a moment to live; The love dies casually.
Why were you carrying the corpse of memories?
Ozena? What do you smell? The day
burns, night cries. A robust reprisal appears.
Do not wail Destruction has come.
It was rapid. The world has swallowed my poems.
The jasmines are drying now.
Did your answer turn blue?
Why did you lead me to lotus lake? Was
it the loss of cranium. There was no water.
Satish Verma, 30 june 2024
Far away was your
home. Do I give you to
moon from love to pyre.
I myself make me
cry in loneliness of strange
words. Nightshade stabs.
Nude picture of
nasty stings were ready to
slice you half and half.
The nebulae would
blind you to tract the alien's
footprint on your chest.
My thumbmark was
sufficient to give
order of beheading of black roses.
Satish Verma, 29 june 2024
How not to break, I ask.
Will you give me a hug
in absence?
It is very dark
night. After stealing me, when
will you drink the moon?
Each word becomes
a snake, writhing to devour
the bodyless truth.
The fall has come
again. I am walking on dry,
pink leaves to recall you.
One day me and you
will meet again after melting inside.
Life may find a surprise.
Satish Verma, 28 june 2024
Infidelity knows
how to make fire. Shared
truth carries a tiny coffin.
Under the god's
tree I pray for you. Life will
not see the face of black moon.
The nudity of sun
hurts. The distance cannot
be reduced in blue pain.
Between why and
how lies the primordial
question. Where the truth lives?
Roll me over on
burning coals. The stones
were not able to break mirror.
Adam Pietras (Barry Kant), 27 june 2024
1. Carnal Dream
(Music arrangement on souncloud.com / A.pietras982 - VII - F 4 - Carnal Dream)
I: I've came to the lowest of grounds
Just to tempt
Although words should be sharp
Athough I wondered how to express
There is but an emptyness inside
A body that is dwelled by a thought
Challengeing all that is to challenge
With no sence of deeper reason
In this formula I mean
I've seen many worlds and became empty
II: A letter has got a shape
Perhaps some meaning I have forgotten
But so far as I can't recognize my voice
And see only the easiest way to satisfy
To focus on something that is not the pain inside
But perhaps it is good - how can I know
Some say that there is only light
Though it blinds
There is sky benath and it is so low
There is an outer space but just desolated
I look among the people around
I wonder what they are
As far as I can understand a stone or a tree or a bug
But not a human
I can reach them but with my senses and confabulation
And I think that there is no one inside
The self is multiversal as I expirienced
It is a story enslaved in time - somehow
I have been a human for a time
Then I've became my moors
I've been a view
Once I thought that there is something to build
That there is something to conquer
That there is something to explore
But now I think that there is just an existence
The eternal crossroads unable to escape
The dreams that has gone blank and so untrue
A spark of consciousnes that travels from fingers to mouth
And some kind of wordless meaning on the edge of all perceptions
I can't say if it is not a hallucination
I try not to think too much about that
For it tortures me and baths me both in despair and disdain
For a lie
III: Is all I know a lie
Shouldn't everything be completely different
Or at least it could be so
I don't know why the world exists
2. The Heaviest of Wonderlands
(I shall also arrange something as I get more time for artistic stuff)
Couldn't say this Tomb has no charm
A craft of fine engineery and manpower
And that my cage is not made of materia
The sublte cold in touch and stories
Of prisoners - philosophers and murderers
I don't believe in ghosts but I can try to affirm
The holograms in my imagination
Songs about quark transition under what is seen
I can try to think that it is fine
I can try to think that I am a part of the race
That nobody knows where it ends and where it begins
I don't believe in fate but I can wonder if it is individual
Though I am just a kind of my own selve's priest
So useless as all the depths
I can wonder as the world is a Diamond
Through the works devided and roles
Someone is now old and dead
Perhaps I don't know something about him
Perhaps this consciousness now dead buries remembrance of Love
Perhaps he is an engineer
Perhaps he built my cage in this Dream
As I hear voices on the bazaar I can think of the race
That no one knows where it begins and where it ends
Perhaps I walk among saints
That's the trick I can make with my imagination
For it is so nice to affirm
As I can't do anything else
In this Tomb
A girl ashamed of her mortality
Satish Verma, 27 june 2024
Dear silent river
don't send me any
lisping message.
It was scary
to celebrate life immediately
after the death.
Candles throw
the shadows in ghettos, when
extended questions arise.
A massive fall
of faith. My heart was no
more a religion.
The drooping eyes
will start a ghost dance
in pitch darkness.
Satish Verma, 22 june 2024
You know how
to live. Take me, a
lesser pain comes.
Meaning of life
was difficult to interpret,
sitting in sun.
You can conceive
meaningless numbers. I am
still counting ciphers.
Failed to achieve
something. Anything comes
in my wild poems.
Like hyacinth bell
shaped spikes I spread out
in moon to ripen in pain.
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