PSYCHOPULSE # 001

I am a heart that trembles
I am an eye that sleeps
I am a tooth that aches
I am a hunger that devours
I am a shadow that crawls
on the walls of caverns
for billions of days
I am

I am a flash that shines
I am a pole that is stuck
I am a knife that cuts
I am a wolf that will eat you
I am a truth that lies
and a lie
that knows the whole truth
I am

I am a heart that trembles
I am an eye that sleeps
I am a moment that lasts
I am a player that plays
I am a shadow that crawls
on the walls of caverns
for billions of days
I am

PSYCHOPULSE # 002

somewhere behind a wall sleeps
a man who dreams
that he could have lived a different life
thirty seven years
time ago he wanted to change the world
but today does not want to anymore
a TV voice discribes his sorrowful existence

and filth in the sink grows
but some day the nerve will burst
with a finger will plunge the sink
and the whole filth will flow straight down the pipe
and the end of muse will come - four elephants will dance
believers will clap their hands - there will be flights in a balloon
children will read poems - it will be even funnier around
there will be magic, thrills - there will be a great show

somewhere behind a wall sleeps
a man who dreams
that he could have lived a different life
thirty seven years
he had eaten his honor long time ago
and his pride was killed by the lie's fumes
he bites his teeth and - even though blood shoots to his brain -

- he humbly swallows fresh warm lies
but some day he will get a hammer
and smash this rotten fence
wild dogs will rip bad men's throats
and the end of muse will come - four elephants will dance
our reporter - a fine man - will tell us about all of this
children will read poems - it will be even funnier around
there will be magic, thrills - there will be a great show

it is a very strange state - when I speak the truth - throat hurts
this is not a flu or hangover it is the taste of this wonderful life
in the window where a butterfly sat down the fear weaved black curtains
eyelids beg for a sip of sleep - I move my body to my asylum - my bunker
in this black hole I am sitting by myself and at last have some peace
here nobody's fate moves me here no voice punishes me
with a marker I make the sign on the wall - this is my vengeance for bad taste
for every lie for every sin
let great pain and anger awake the beast

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in this black hole I am sitting by myself and at last have some peace
here nobody's fate moves me here no voice punishes me
with a marker I make the sign on the wall - this is my vengeance for my fears

let everyone think on his own now

PSYCHOPULSE # 003

they dance and dance each night
and nobody will see their faces
for them there is only this bridge
for them there is only this time
they dance and dance each night
but you can only dream about it
tucked in your stony blanket
dream some more

dream is like a smoke
pinches your eye
messes up in your head
does not allow to see what is what
a sign
is memorized in the stone
for sure there is someone
who wants to read it
who knows its strange meaning

they dance and dance each night
and nobody will see their faces
for them there is only this bridge
for them there is only this night