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Blog | Dalibor Krejčí

Every shit will turn in flower

All words had been said

Prohepts of wisdom turned in the ash

Their skripts could fill Giza pyramids

Reklama

 

All poems had been written

There´s none unspoken left

Even these lines had been grabed

by writer´s hand

 

Long before I rose from Thy breath

Long before you catched first man´s glance

…………………………………….

 

Gypsy confession

 

My parents used to say, I was the noisiest baby in the family

But I disagreed who can not scream while is leaving mother´s belly

My teachers used to complain, I defaced blackboard by chalky obscenities

But I disagreed who could resist to paint out the beauty of junglestreet

 

I was the wolf

I bit everyone who wanted to steal a flesh of freedom from my bowl

I haunted girls

But their bones scattered across the town don´t witness my crimes   

 

I was chained for many times, I howled toward walls

But no one have told for what felony I cough

 

with anger and pain missing the sake

Oh, I confess

Oh, I confess

 

I was the beast

My skin was dark

My soul was dark

 

Forgive me, I stole the sun

floating  amongst your clouds

 

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(There´s no solitude in crying
Although we often bear umbrellas
Against the misfortune of weather
We always get wet and sad
Even our feet can weep)

Furious raindrops tap on your coat
Engraving letters of Morse code
Suddenly sunbeams ruptured the sky
Your brown hair glittered in their shine

and you smiled

There´s no sunshine without tears

 

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The Dark Side of French Kiss

 

I long for damp and deep everlasting kiss
But not only made from lips.
I seek for a French kiss

I imagine this every morning
holding pink-petaled rose
that grows when you are near

There where you stay naked as Eve
just wearing panties
made from your blushes

Don´t close the eyes. Don´t touch the curtains
Please, watch the porn movie reflected in my pupils

Neighbours can feel your anxiety
Walls will talk:
No virgin blood flooded the floor
So why are trembling you little whore?

Your mouth unlocked
Pushed tongue broke passive resistence of lips

I am touching your teeth
greeting with an alien language
I hitted the throat
of a shaking voice

I slid through the tobogan of gullet
Greedily licking sides of your stomach

 

I long to feel you, hiss and kiss

Leaving saliva in your meat

I sucked from the liver, while tickling the midriff
Where we leaped amidst the laugther of orgasm
Spasms of passion
Infinite ridiculity of contractions

“It´s me, Serpant who seduced your Grandma in paradise
Let me be the worm in a juicy apple of your belly“

I tumbled down, white boiling and waiting
I rode your guts till I crashed with shit hidden beneath made up skin

I love you. I desire to love you whole
But mostly your sweet asshole

It´s over. I´ve come you through                                                                                                     

Did I rape you?
No, you fucked up my brain!

 

Forgive me my cruelty
forsaken tenderness
in lovemaking

 

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The Lullaby

Do you remeber?  
You came to me giggling and blushed.
that you had already grown up
but no prince for kiss
to conjure up a woman
of little pigtailed Lin

You stood brave as a soldier
Who doesn´t care about injuries of first love
or regrets for waste blood of sighs

I didn´t want to scare you

(I felt as your found father
who has a duty to teach
First steps on lover´s battlefield
The charm of undressing
And rhymes of lovemaking)

I tried to do it fast
to ache just as doctor´s injection
Alas, when I wedged in my peace of meat
You started to scream.

And tight hole broke
blood with tears sprang out

closer and back pulsing of bodies
I tried to hush my pigtailed Lin

When it came to the end with cum
She was shaking and feared
What she had done

She wanted to hide in a conner of bed
So ashamed of her lost face

I crawled to you to reconcile
Your blue eyes were frightening

Pssst! Fall asleep!
I´ll sing you the lullaby

Man brings his girl cry for love
            He makes her a little boy
                This boy makes his mother cry
                             When he wants to run out
Their son will torture his wife and his child will cry

Cry of coming in and fleeing out

   Worlds are created and die
   Universe is the sea of suffering

………………………………………………………..

 

An Argument

 

He took her dress off

She took her dress on

He took her dress off

She took her dress on

 

He took her dress off

She urged him to gather it and turn the washing machine on

He urged her to kiss him

She insisted to wait till the machine would be over

 

He urged her to make love with him

She insited to wait till the laundry would be dry

She took her dress on

He took her dress off

 

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Note

I am an idiot

But idiot in love

This world is full of us

 

……………………..

 

Maybe we had been monkeys

Maybe we made an ugly love

But our children are

                          beautiful

 

……………………………….

 

Don´t go to the zoo to see nature

You would be frightened

 

Don´t go to the gallery to find an artist

You would be confused

 

Don´t pay for flowers that beggars can´t afford

You would be ashamed

Because they had been owners of this soil

 

………………………………………

Clouds keep no value

When you float above

……………….

 

The wind was knockin´ on my door

And I thought it was a woman

 

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As you build the tower of Babylon
Our lips merged

As we want more and more

God sits and  weeps forlorn

so close now so distant

forefinger gropes for what is low  

wish quirky and instant

Like jets we plow clouds and fall

 

……………………………….

 

He tried to capture her essence

but her essence was from wind

She took his hat, she took his dress

She took the shelter for his hopes

and disappeared when night grew old

 

He tried to capture her essence
but her essence was from fire

She warmed his lips, she boiled his heart

When he was sure, she scorched his pride

I shall not be your bride

 

He captured her essence
but their love had died

She layed him two boys to bear and guard

Till they’ll be strong to fly apart

 

…………………………………….

 

The fisherman fell in love with a whale

but she refused him

and served herself to Japanese scientists

………………………………………….

 

I tried to reach her

But she changed in to the pillow

 

I dried my tears upon it

But she shrank in to the stone

 

I threw it out of the window

Till now I´m waiting for her fall

 

………………………………………………

          

 

 As I think about your panties that I will never see

 

                                                     As well if you are actually wearing any panties at all

 

I imagine to be one of your countless tampoons

 

                             and I would swell for sake of your pain

 

         to be a woman

 

                                                                        and wasted

 

for your need to feel convenient

 

 

………………………………………

When the glass is meek

It fills it´s shape in your throat

           

          to lend you a song

 

When the tree is meek

It bends bellow you troubled back

          

            to let you forget

…………………………………….

 

Every shit will turn in flower

Just love your shit

And let it grow

 

……………………………………………………………

when my breath and your breath
when my now and your now

merge

when my wound and your pain
when my pain and your touch

mends

…………………………………………

 

Do what you love

Love who you hate

Do what you hate

Fuck who you are

……………………………………..

 

Roses are blue

Violets are red

Roses are blue

Has violence end?

……………………………………..

 

Tell bullet from the trigger

Tell trigger from the eye

Tell eye from a tear

Tell tear from a mist

Tell mist from a will

Tell will from dead

Tell death from bullets

And bullets from the life

…………………………..

 

The whale had swallowed a bait, fisherman and his boat.

Then within a single motion

She washed it with the ocean

 

The ocean was called Universe

And names for whale kept diversed

………………………………………..

 

I compete                                                                                                         we fail

You compete

He, She, It competes

 

………………………………………..

 

Love is just a

four lettered

word

………

No sleep, no dreams

No rest, no jets

Hard fists to feast

Feel free to weep

………………………………………..

 

The Dinner Time

I am inhaling the beauty surrounding you

My eyes are like a fork and knife held by hunger for Thee

 

unclothing expensive denim skin

carefully stripping blouse and jeans  

(Thoughts drop silently on the plate of blasphemy)

 

in search for Thy smell

in search for Thy taste 

 

I typed those lines

 

Je T’aime

Je T’aime

 

by kisses spread across forbidden land

 

Fingertips stealing Venus hills

close to the swelled rosy lips

 

It´s a sin,

shameful sin, you screamed

There´s a boy who waits for me

 

But your hands run down

To leave my face

And  gently grasp the waist

 

It´s a sin, shameful sin

You screamed

………………………..

 

She supposed to be Jesus clothed in kimono
tiptoeing on the edge of absurdity and love

That makes a perfect sence

She supposed to be a compromise
of mine and her faults

That makes a perfect match

She supposes to not suppose
That makes a perfect spouse

 

………………………………………………………………………….

 

Amour impossible

If mermaids exist

We just play in their fairy tales

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In my own words
for Guardian dating website

I love kissing dogs, they can’t judge you for beeing ugly

I love homeless for their virtue of having time. While homefulls throw days for filling wastebaskets  

I love change

 
I love revolutionists who die wearing their virgin smiles
who had been faithfull and didn’t pay for whores of ego

I love Leonard Cohen, Bob Dylan, Allen Ginsberg, Nick Drake, Paul Simon, Buffy Sainte-Maria, Patti Smith and all hitch hiking, singing poets whose throats
blew minds of milions and even those who wear nylon black suits and sticks to strike consciousness-stripped middle class proletariat in  rock ‚n‘ roll beats

I love watching naughty movies
though I had read warning
Pornography is a conspiracy of robots who want to overrun
humans by preventing them to make children
 
But I am proud on my taste since I prefer more naked
Jennifer Lawrence than latest video of beheaded american journalist

I love the ocean for it´s neverending embrace

I love libraries where guys patiently scribe, read and comment the same book like in mediaval times

I love galleries, where people drag serious, sad, forsaken faces and syllabify headlines
Art is dead

I love trained ants of my childhood
who I had fed with smarties
and who had searched for my lost toys in return
until my foster parents bought spray and gassed them

I love parties
But the last one I was invited in. I was asking guys, if they are robots. I knew they are not
but they didn’t believe me

I love aliens
who I pass everyday on streets
who communicate by antennas of supersophisticated devices with their own species

Why they all supposed to live just on this planet
When they have free whole universe?

I still love my exgirlfriend
whose all pets had committed suicide
Fish jumped out of the bowl, something happened to her hamster
But her love blessed me with imortality
So I could touch her body

Though She was in fire
Though She was the fire itself
 
I love anyone who is in any country

nailed to pink cross
signed LGBT
who had lost body for anxiety, anorexia, self hatred, Second-generation antidepressants, prison or stones

but kept faith that one day friends will understand

and they will

I love the Earth,
whose youngest son had cried
Mother, your nudity is outrageous
I will cover your breasts
I will cover your waist
Thus He made her robe from beton, asphalt and lead

I love terrorists of all continents whether their religion is spelled MONEY or SHELLS

I’d love to refrain from all irony
but Russian soldiers just accidently spend their holidays on east Ukraine
while their Ukrainian wives cry
this marriage was dissolved quarter of century ago

I’d like to make love with all waking and shaking atomic bombs
because hatred blow the fuse

I wanted to make love with my enemies dressed in uniforms of opposite sex
But now I just kneel for truce and last glance shot over barricades

I was starving on Saturday 3 a.m. stumbling from discotheque
Trade my fails for your love, I cried

and she said sorry
and I said sorry

YOU WANT TO LOUGH?

I LOVE YOU

I LOVE YOU

when I question the mirror

Who is the hottest guy in this kingdom

While You answer me through moans

of thousands japanese, black, brazilian, indian tight teen fairies

OH MY COCK

raving, hysterical, rising and bleeding from wounds

OH MY COCK

tight to electricity floating from the chair

OH MY COCK

burning

ultimate love penalty executed every 30 seconds

OH MY COCK screaming your name

JANE

OH MY COCK caressed by his mother 25 years ago

OH MY COCK SHE LAUGHED WITH JOY

IT’S A BOY

 

Please

Don’t go away. It was all meant just to disguise

how much I really care about you

 

I LOVE YOU

I admit I copied and pasted it by two clicks of my touchpad

but all I know about you was also copied a pasted by two

clicks of touchpad

 

 I LOVE YOU

and God who originally conceived this idea

was replaced by his various lawyers who dramatically cry over their own copyright

 
But they can’t squeeze all money coming

from T shirts, cups, postcards, caps, plushy toys, dating websites, ripped flowers, brothels

and us
two loners who shudder and wait for a cordial touch

 

                                                Inscribed to all my friend who had fed me when I was hungry

and for those who my friends could not had fed

 

 

 

 

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They say we are besieged

Because Paris threw the veil from Helen´s face

 

They say our hearts weakened us

They say we bred them in our plentiful granaries

 

They say they plagued us by unemployment while their only suitable job is rage

They say we shall arm our boys and drop few bombs in Iraq or Syria

 

They say this would stimulate their economy,

so they could travel back and find work undone by those dismissed by death

 

They say we will win and prosper

since our values are based upon a terror of losing them

 

They say world is divided between those who believe in sex

And those who believe in sex afterlife

 

They say we ought to pay tribute for decapitated by march from a sofa to the fridge

 

They say we are immortal like Charlie Hebdo or Romeo and Juliet

But now we shall not care about chastity ofour  love too much

 

Because Paris threw the veil from Helen´s face

Because we are besieged