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Translated from Polish by Sylwia Amina
the sorrow
I feel sorrow all these years
these moments come to me
I can’t manage I fall
for a century or two I don’t have strength
this is human and their being
this is the eternity of god and his surroundings
I am weak and I don’t have strength to fight
for years I come to myself
how many years of drought
until life starts
I don’t have tasks
I only have debts
I drift on this sorrow
and I will fall to the bottom
the great uncertainty
the road to the future
the road
there is no coming back to these moments
only road and road to God
you can be remembering it for years
and there is no life without that
tell me if there is nothing
then why the pain radiates from bones
why the rhythm of the morning kills
and where did this wolf’s world came from
think who is your sight
how many times you can win before definitely losing
everything will come to the oneness there is no questions anymore
only road and road the eternity of passion
and so I leave my things and and go somewhere else
I don’t have a idea for myself I listen to the wind
like the year without memory road without walking
the high wailing to the shape of the moon
please stay
please stay you are like a subscription
I need to buy you from time to time
with one kiss a small smile
how much I will spend looking into the future
no questions are needed
this is our chance for life you are with me
and this counts there is no other way
but to entangle our souls
the gathering
the gathering of our feelings the straight path
our shared moment a moment of seriousness
the unnamed river half a hour of waiting
the deposit of our dreams
waiting at the grave of a memory
the wailing over our moment
waiting out the worst there is
a prayer without words and the world
waiting
I wait for one rotation of eternity
I wait for me and for others
I include cosmos in me
I stand our from the crowd
sometimes I read and play crowds
I suffer like the others
life is not easy
I want to move out
I wait for one rotation of eternity
life
I keep myself at a distance
I kindle the fire of feelings
I live without a purpose
I see a shaved head in the mirror
where is transition
where is life
I fade away
the contract
the contract for life
written with
a clear mistake
created
the fall
the limit
this is a clear sorrow
you cannot have everything
how much strength I get from one and the same
tell me where did you get that rhythm
why is everything spinning
all these matters everywhere
give me fate and don’t run
I will catch up with time and lay
…
why all these anxieties where are you going
stay for a while stay
but for a moment
or a few nothing here happens
without a purpose
you are a part of the world
this is a matter for poetry
the break
When I’m savoring a coffe
looking at new PC models
do not ask me to help with trash
I will be back soon don’t worry
the plague will end me
psychology
The highlighted thought screams at me
the over-hyped brain wants attention
I take psychosis to the banners and venture out
a break for life will end soon
we forward depression to others
in the castle of our neuroses
the warrant
We go through the concrete jungle
there was a warrant from above
it is the idea of found things
so much drinking for nothing
I will go look at continents in kaleidoscope
for which I pay no rent
prohibition
This is an advice for the future
do not use your computer without a UPS
because there will be a power outage
electricity will disappear like gasoline will soon
when we will get the thought transfer
we will erect an entry ban to the soul
I will seek the truth in a monastery
contemplating the artificial lights
light
Sun my bitter guardian
the police is looking for someone
I don’t have time for cards
they are looking for motherfucker prison gurads
I feel like this world gonna fucking blow up
the hapiness
The scattered marginalia
I gain the washing machine of dreams
still sitting badly
the electricity shocks me
when I listen to the river’s advice
soon I will have
a summit on the mountain
the thought show
The thought show millions of fans
this is our channel let it stay
thousands of mistakes erased
we are not saints but we play with life
this is our chance for eternal success
why do we need this everything
I live quietly between the breaths
my affairs
All of my are affairs scattered
in the trash bin of my conscience
tomorrow I have a race of thoughts
OCD is stalking me
the poet saved?
this is not in the notebook
the scream of the echo
I don’t know the future yet
our reality is biting
why do I need lungs without singing
I am addicted
where are your wings
this is a advice for the jobless:
the scream of the echo pierces the eyes
the frequency
There is nothing like our happiness
I live modestly chewing life
fortunately I don’t smoke anymore
the saved brain is cheering
I will not count for myself
the extend of the road is its compromise
I am not in the house of my soul
I do something different play the frequency
a wish
I am a swimmer in a bathtub of life
I want to come back to my source
this is a good affair believe me
to name unknown lands of my soul
for a moment I stop breathlessly
until the world wrote me again
then I go against the current
…
Our loneliness is a path
to other pastures to reality
there is no me in me
I am outside
of tomorrow
remember me
…
The colorful dreams
drift in my day
I somewhere else in different lands
I get bread of memory and butter of happiness
I eat it in a few bites
this is my poetry
…
Love comes first
then it gets worse
nobody understands the transition
between lack and whole
I cannot be torn
like the wallpaper at the very end
I stick to someone’s soul
…
Good comes in the hour
that passes fast
I look at the news
I come to different states
far from the meadows of my dreams
the truth will win someday
when I am long gone
The road home
In the course of life happiness ends
we go into different streets and cities
we scream at eternity
from the very center of our heart
nothing draws like travelling
the song of the morning whimpers
this is our center its apogee
we are products of the soul
nothing is perplexed with our photos
until we arrive home
Loneliness
For one year two years five years
the happenings don’t reach me
I am a lone island
without the life center
I absorb new creations
I look for life in something diffrent
than my scattered things
…
Everything happens together
we live in a chaotic system
sometimes I forget about this
and I pray truly
I adopt roles
and flee to myself
…
I will come back soon I just
need to think about the greater sense
until then I will be a brain in the sky
I will savor ether with the membrane of the soul
for a eternity or two I will say yes
…
Sometimes we choose the comfort of the soul
over the body of happiness with our eyes
pierce our roofs
to venture out to different lands
I don’t believe in the other worlds
one is enough
The mission
My mission in the world is diverse
the secret agent of the one above
I adopt different roles I don’t know myself
a lot happens I’m not a part of it
because they will find me crack me take me somewhere
this affair is simple like a corpse
…
I savor life slowly
I don’t have time for myself
I live with minutes
I am late to the gala dinner with happiness
how many years until I forget
the hive of my buzzing mistakes
which knock on my window
with the stubbornness of a drunken aviator
An interest
There is a very specific matter
they call it failure
the very bearer of life is not immune form it
this is not a advice for pain
this is not for those above
but a concert of everything very sound
only an interest
The good
The years go by without mercy
and good stays with us
it is our magnetic resonance
the name for our truth
the group needs to listen to it
it a library of our soul
strength in the crowd of failure
Reading
Reading is a crown of eternity
the agreement with a other brain
the key to truth of this world
the reward for the patient
the lunch for a brain
the insurance against boredom
the shelf of our notes
The world
The world goes in a circle
it is a happy commercial in TV
the anger will not solve anything
this is a month of truth
say goodbye
to a writer writing
for a month on the same boat
he is a beggar on a new shift
Metal
I hear metal coming from afar
played on a guitar distant like the moon
due to it I go on a voyage
the watch shows the hour
for a talk about the world’s plot
and the wastefulness of experts
The economy
Low GDP growth
the distribution should have happened yesterday
time for a change of the steer
get a shovel and build new homes
the house market needs some help
you can also become a firefigter
saving the walnut table
The church
The church is a stick for society
shoving its nose into our goulash
tormenting us with a blade of fictions
which cannot build a hydrant
and will not tell us the price for an apple
shake it and wait for a reaction
The beast
I hear to sound of the beast of sense
the boats of school education protect us from it
there is a question quick as a stream
should we stay under the duvet of our dreams
or wait for the base of eternity
The ray
Taqwist Manifesto: A Case for Islamic Anarchism
55:33 Assembly of jinn and humankind—
if you can pass beyond the realms
of heaven and earth, then pass—
yet you shall not pass
without [Our] warrant.
I look all over the world and see the failure of the Ummah. Failure to live up to Islamic principles. Did the Quran not say, “Do not choose lords from among yourselves” and we still do it? We let the states govern us instead of governing all areas of our lives by shuras. We wage aggressive wars instead of keeping the peace. We are told to not devour others wealth, but accept capitalists taking surplus value. Islamic society should be anarchist; that’s it. Under Tawhid there is no difference but in taqwa (moral consciousness).
Translated Poems
And no water lily
And no water lily to get a grip
in the great lake of the sky
in which the heart sinks…
Who will prophesize
from the flight of airplanes,
playing in the skyline?
Swallows hug the news from many attics
to the aviator hats of beautiful pilots
cutting the clouds…
The sundown comes, beyond the mountains
the machines fall silent
The night starts a mourning
Nobody knows for whom…