English Poems
● Meth Mouth & the Golden Tooth
● Fighting Death During a Pandemic
● An Angel
● Wolves
● Fungi
The Green Hare
On the cabbage street after the carrot square
There is a little big green hare
If you meet her by any chance
If you are lucky enough to have a dance
Never tell your friends the truth
Never bother with nonexistence proof
Don’t tell them who you danced with
Cause they will never have it
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Going to God
She said she wants to go to God
Honestly, it was a little bit odd
Only if she knew God is in her smiles
Or in her tears when she cries
God is the honey in her tea
Everything we have but we don’t see
God is the whistle of her bird
The voices which go unheard
God is the neighbor saying “Hi”
The Sun in the winter sky
God smells like blue cheese
God is cycling in the breeze
She said she wants to go to God
Honestly, it was a little bit odd
Junkie & Gentleman
I’m a junkie, a social reject
But you are a gentleman, perfect
Every white dope I do inject
But your worst anomaly is cigarette
For my fix with hundreds I’ve slept
But you make love to your wife at sunset
Sorry, my breath smells like shit
But your perfume is Gucci I bet
All I have is this lousy blanket
But you have a mansion with a private jet
People look at me like an insect
But oh, you have so much respect
I’m my parents’ regret
But you take yours to Hawaii and Tibet
I don’t mean to make a gentleman upset
But I wanna puke on your rosette
Meth Mouth & the Golden Tooth
I’ve spent thousands of bucks on ice
Done lots of shit which wasn’t nice
Burgled so many houses and cars
Slept so many nights behind bars
Yes my whole mouth and life are ravaged
But my golden tooth remains undamaged
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Midnight Murmurs
It’s an eerie midnight and the sky is bitter
Tonight the stars do not want to glitter
The wolves howl, the crescent becomes silver
The storm blasts, the willows shiver
Emerald absinthe roars in the river
Destroys everything on its way like a reaper
I ask myself “Is it real or is it a nightmare?”
The thunder blazes the meadow in the fire
The serpent’s burrow is somewhere near
But it seems God has no plan to interfere
The lonely lavender is in fear
The dew on her leaf drops like a tear
Such a horror turns any believer to a sinner
Then I hear faint murmurs in my ear
“Expect the Sun, my dear”
As I smell the lavender, the murmurs disappear
Fighting Death During a Pandemic
They are all shit scared of death today
Never thought they will die anyway
Taking Vitamin C to cause death a delay
Never thought beneath the earth they will decay
To live a bit longer, alcohol, they spray
Never thought the death, they have to obey
To avoid death atheists also pray
Never thought they can be its prey
Taking booster jabs thinking it’s okay
But inevitably the death will betray
An Angel
An angel couldn’t distinguish right from ill
So God offered her an exceptional deal
To sell her wings and buy a ticket to Earth
And choose her destiny with free will
The Riddle
Religion only satisfies the herd
Atheism is the silliest joke I’ve ever heard
Let agnostics die in doubt
For a wise man even pantheism is absurd
The Citrus Tree
Water quenches your thirst first
Soil feeds your roots next
For your growth air is emphasis
Sunlight provides you photosynthesis
So that you can give birth to a citrus
Fresh, juicy and delicious
Your fruits are so marvelous, bless
Nevertheless I’m your ruthless nemesis
I poison water, soil and air at a rapid pace
You are glad the Sun is far in space
To you I’m just a ravenous virus
More dangerous and contagious than hepatitis
But you are still so generous
Alas I can’t return your kindness
I can only beg for forgiveness
For my very meaningless existence
Invisible Strings
We’re all connected with invisible strings
As you eat chicken, you cut your own wings
Once you feel the unity, you can’t be selfish
You’ll gradually dissolve into surroundings
Whether you cut your thumb or pinkie
To the same hand, a sharp pain, it brings
I feel the fear in the beef on your plate
And that’s why my grim throat sings
You too will be slaughtered one day
If for your greed a mournful knell rings
Hanging on a Rotten Twine
You can’t cut the air with an axe or a knife
Death to me is the beginning of another life
We’re a distorted image in God’s mirror
If the mirror breaks, it shouldn’t make us fear
The Sun will die, sooner or later
With it the Solar System will also disappear
Everything becomes ash and turns into dust
So why for fame you have so much lust?
Don’t blame me if I drown myself in wine
Nobody can eternally hang from this twine
Your body is a tiny cage for your spirit
Don’t rely on its bars, death has no limit
Hyacinth is so beautiful by the river
But eventually it’ll die this coming winter
Enjoy life and don’t harm a creature
Cause no one is above the nature
As the universe expands like a cancer
We are still a lost speck without an answer
None has seen anything so mysterious
So don’t even take my verses so serious
Wolves
Wolves, wolves
Hide, hide
Wolves, Wolves
Take a shelter
Wolves, Wolves
It’s not a nice place for an empath
Wolves, Wolves
Lay low
Wolves, wolves
Run, run
Witch Hunting
Santos Mantos Kalaberta
Itchy Witchy Bitchy Butcher
In the name of Allah
I slaughter your witches within
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The Laughing Pistachio Tree
Where is a tree’s brain?
So why is it so intelligent?
Why is it laughing at us like we are some zoo creatures?
It’s not only that we suffer from having a brain, but also how we fill it up like a public toilet with mental feces defecated from TV & social media.
Then we want to create something more intelligent than ourselves and call it artificial intelligence.
Do you prefer a pistachio from the top of a tree or an egg from the bottom of a chicken?
Home-grown chickens? Maybe.
But those made in factories and sold in cities?
Then why do we also eat the chicken itself?
It’s like eating a chocolate with its package!
We are the most bizarre creatures; we still drink milk at age 85, from another species.
And if that’s not enough, we drink the milk and the milk producer with it.
Fattened in factories by pumping soy and hormones.
We are already artificial intelligence.
Even if we rename it to super intelligence.
Fungi
I cook fungi, I chew fungi
I taste a piece of my life after I’ll die
I brew fungi, I sip fungi
You’ll never know unless you try
I take fungi, I trip fungi
I fly to the town where the lost souls cry
I become fungi, I live fungi
I spread my spores from Tijuana to Shanghai
Your Spying Part In Me
The dark sky is crying as the moon is dying
The mosquitoes are lying to each other while flying
And my blood is running though they keep denying
But a part of you that you left in my underlying does not get tired of spying
Magic vs Miracle
Magic is human’s manipulation
Miracle is God’s intervention
I shall not choose the lesser
When I can almost have perfection