Sure, here are few :)
Staring At The Sun
Stories,
Damned stories
About happiness and love.
Visions about holy trinity
In the valley of hope
Have disappeared!
Morning after journey
And steps in two
In the opposite directions.
Sun’s rays
On whites of the eyes
And waking into dream.
Pain,
Feel the pain!
It burns skin,
Releases blood down the face.
Scream of the bones in the shadows.
Open wounds on mouth
With smell of
Rot in lungs
As gift of idiotism.
Just a breath,
One,
Only!
Emotions,
Destroyed into pieces
Of the scream of salvation
In the ninth circle.
Get drowned with air,
Disappear!
Break the light
Which is killing you!
Fake soul’s serenity,
Wrong signs
In right wishes
And returning to the beginning.
Tomorrow is becoming yesterday
In beggar’s prayer
On the highway of the life.
© Marat M’saev Daan
Take me to church
Sociology of survival.
In the days of holy war
We're looking for reasons,
New ways of life,
Imaginary happiness.
Puppets of darkness,
Puppet on the strings
In destroyed theaters,
We're shot with lies,
Promises, hopes.
Grubby abominations of moral
In the black robes,
Are talking,
Barking with shitty mouth
About holy spirit,
Promised paradise for submission.
Lectures on equality,
Bullet for dissimilitude
And "Hallelujah" at the end of the requiem
Without hired weepers.
Destroyed futures
Of children without limbs,
Just a run over mutts
On the highway of slaves
And toothless smiles of artificial mothers.
Stampede blind idiot,
Obedient out of fear
For a new tomorrow.
Harness instead of the horizon,
Illiteracy instead of Academy of Sciences,
The death instead of life.
Elements are crying,
Mother curses fallen angels,
Destroyed love and freedom.
Stories of relics
And then running into chains.
They are waiting for us,
Behind every corner
Some new "choices"
Misconceptions about the man.
They are building temples,
The all-seeing eye is watching,
Suffocating free thought,
Destroying bold idea.
Four Horsemen are rampaging,
From the aside, with snipers,
Taking our genes,
Mixing them into poisons
And feed us with them again.
Humankind and fattening pigs,
Irrefutable truth of bitchy equality.
Fucking among themselves,
They are creating even greater evil
While preaching about the "god".
Polluted rivers,
Burned forests,
Chopped fangs,
Tapestries of someone else's skin.
We are listening about the sin,
Realizing that we're going to hell,
For the sinners is not paradise.
Does it exists ?!
Allow me to build my temple!
It spreads the love,
Truth and equality.
I wish you luck
Underground,
On your cemeteries of slaves.
I want you. . .
Hand to heart.
White shirt turns red.
A smile in the mirror,
Happiness in the eyes,
Finally freedom.
In the name of Man,
His slaves
And holy ego,
AMEN!
© Marat M’saev Daan
Orgasm of breath
Flight beyond air
One more kiss of truth.
Felling sand between fingers
And bust of the star in thoughts
In mist of smoke that breaks,
Sight in pieces.
Waiting for love to begin,
The one, the only, forever!
Goodbye as forgotten term
Of the leaving age.
It weaves to me, remebers me.
Universe within skin.
It’s not sleeping.
It weakes me up slowly,
Flourishes, getting wilder.
It posseses me whole
In the rythm of tango.
It leads me, step by step.
Slower, slower, quicker, quicker, slower.
Flavor of satisfaction in cold night,
Orgasm is that is remembered.
© Marat M’saev Daan
