JAGnięcy szept / AGNus whispers

Suicide Me Choking duvet, fluffy hot air Hiding from days, much time to spare Ultimate while faithful and bright Matching a hand closing so tight Smart move it is, benefits vast This film of ours needs a recast Coming to terms with no more me To land on back never on knee Promising other endings than loss Inviting fortune for second toss What used to be so energetic Is due to stay still and ascetic *** But though my me is aching Prevent me from suffocating

Chiaroscuro “The soul is the effect and instrument of a political anatomy;  the soul is the prison of the   body ” ― Michel Foucault Oh boy I do what I can I do because I can Chiaroscuro of life But we remain Always half way Like Heraclitus commanded Be master or barbarian Be or not be at once Make choices While no choice is granted No black or white Greyish is grey substance That pushes light impulses Thru dark corridors Let your body stride Free of illusion *** Can I? I’m allowed but not able I’m able but not allowed

“Visibility is a trap.” ― Michel Foucault , Discipline and Punish: The Birth of the Prison You think you know me Cos my face’s seen in the profile And my nude body hangs Elsewhere online in void I say my mind in social Yet I mind being quoted I clearly see images Blurred by my self-confidence World is on happening Bleak scenes are bloated And when I try to depict Pictures are long gone Visibility able to inflict Trapped cognizance spawn You’re most enslaved broken Standing in the middle of the open Green blades weeping in the morning Cool air unaware storm’s coming My hands moving my legs walking Life wears lipstick’n suspended stocking…

“Confined on the ship, from which there is no escape, the madman is delivered to the river with its thousand arms, the sea with its thousand roads, to that great uncertainty external to everything. He is a prisoner in the midst of what is the freest, the openest of routes: bound fast at the infinite crossroads. He is the Passenger par excellence: that is, the prisoner of the passage. And the land he will come to is unknown—as is, once he disembarks, the land from which he comes. He has his truth and his homeland only in that fruitless expanse between two countries that cannot belong to him.”   ―   Michel Foucault ,   Madness and Civilization: A History of Insanity in the Age of Reason The son of Titans Unsinkable Brushes the waves Where embrace tightens Unthinkable Daedalus and Icarus One linked two lands The other the sun And the sea waves Barbiturates Oblivious air-plane Carries the fate ...

Senryu Attack ;) 1. My friends never lie Unless they’re in Tenerife Checking sand quality *** 2. Smoking teenagers Three kittens on neighbour’s roof Do the old play safe?

How much power will I gain In return for naked soul And a conscience with a stain? In my belly there's a hole Extorted by vacant greed Solitude is always sole Are you rich enough to breed? Are you weak enough to play? Are you strong enough to bleed? Others will not shake to slay Those who dare oppose to them Long a while laws've gone astray So don't bid me what I am I'm not happy to pretend I'm still feeding on the stem My back's not the one to bend My head's talking to itself Never ever try to mend Me, when world has gone insane I would very much like you to read once again the poem I posted as the first one here. This terza rhima re-tells the story of a Russian empress Katherine, who was 'sold' as a teenager to her husband's family, never appreciated by her husband. Finally she gained control over the empire and half of the continent in fact, using her wits and - her body....

Air blemished with heat Breathes with no hope of relief Ants stashed deep in sand

Abundance of fleshy  fervour Ears whisper and shake off prudence Keen fingers to mirror contour Wall stands fast rejecting movement Voracious lover’s eyes advance Though all they can see is frenzy Clenching hands get rid of perchance Rush of erythrocytes and then plenty Mirages snake chasing compliance Throbbing chassis and petals swollen Nude selfhood and full reliance Bodies upbeat but souls are sullen Edgy Tense Contended Harmonious With our baffled greed