March 2026
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POEM “Actress”
Molly was doingHer make up,Till she fellDownTired – to sleepAnd just toNarrate the whole dayLeonarad was experiencing. Continue reading
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POEM “Locksmith”
Yes, I found outNazarine had a kid.Yes, Father was his job.But when he killed His own son, or was it A daughter – lost it all.His prison showed himWhat is. Crucifixion His punishment and thoseWho follow him, suffer the Same fate.”Eat and drink from this all”That was a warning and yourFinal doom.Here I stand being… Continue reading
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NEW BOOK “JOBS”
Here I am presenting my new book “JOBS” with a juicy poem… “Finding out” I tried to find my wayIn the corporate world”But there was something Wrong with my body”I confessed, so I triedReal hard, but in the endThere was onlyA sigh and insight”I’m a artist working forMinimal wage!”Their only reply was”You were only a… Continue reading
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POEM “Last question”
This is the last song of my book “Firmly, we are characters”….so enjoy Oh, we knewSomething was wrongIt’s a sign of the times…Don’t worryWe nowEstablished a newZeitgeist…Just for us, just for us…So we now knowThat the SkyWon’t fallHell won’t openHeaven is worked for…So may we ask A last questionNazarine – Will you setUs free, or… Continue reading
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POEM “Hysteria”
HysteriaA MisteryReady to be exploredAs the genitals are to be adored”Save the Sex”They all screamed.For heavens sakeIt’s an endless sourceLike a winters Lake… Continue reading
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POEM “Beats”
We said”There’s sometingIn our biology thatMakes our kardiovascularSystems beat for the same sex”Excitement, excitementThat is so in sexual life.Then we asked”Are you ready to fly? And get really high?”So we lowered our expectationsNot to get burnt by the SunAnd entered NightBy our own willAnd yes,It beats the same way, still. Continue reading
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POEM “Juice”
You just weren’tRipe enough…So we did not reapYour fruit, ’tillThe mature juicesDid not overflow itAnd our lips, teeth, tongue,Gnawed the lifeOut of your Coming of age. Continue reading
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POEM “Mr.Ugly”
Mr. Ugly came homeHe wished, latentlyNot to have a mirror…But the mirrorAlways, alwaysShowed him, himself…He stared and staredThis time…’till bothHe and the reflectionFell down laughingAt how tremendouslyUgly they were. Continue reading
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POEM “Neštorow”
Neštorow saidLoudly”I am meniskus”Then continued”Hypiskus, thymus, thyroidus”And finaly said”I am brain” Continue reading
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