Submissions by utenaka (cyanide kid102)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
We have something to say to each other, and how well we argue - you drew passions, i am full of grounds. /F.N.
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
25th Mar 2015 3:46pm
25th Mar 2015 3:46pm
to v.v.
Vandel, whereever darling you are, i still hope you dont torture yourself more than necessity.there is a bad connection via mail., there is no chance to meet in the middle of the talk, , no chance to go inside of your poem astrigent orphan, to the issue of being out loud and rockus vs. spread bell of mourn.
if one happen to be an arrestant of cloaka maxima-sport club med-loony bin, there is no chance neither to spit all the surplus of gathered cyanide, which would decy cover this swelled occident as those black bats on skull, nor to reach to you and to some imaginäre subterranean...
if one happen to be an arrestant of cloaka maxima-sport club med-loony bin, there is no chance neither to spit all the surplus of gathered cyanide, which would decy cover this swelled occident as those black bats on skull, nor to reach to you and to some imaginäre subterranean...
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DARK POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2015 12:00pm
23rd Mar 2015 12:00pm
of Donna de la Demetra
by silly twisted dreamer persephonoff, former "una dompna soiseubuda"
Let us build here an exquisite friendship
The flame, the autumn, and the green rose of love
Fought out their strite here, 'tis a place of wonder
Where these have been, meet 'tis, the ground is holy
Ezra Pound
To Tony of land of missing , my ancient teacher, mad mathematitionon music yards..
Now i remember that you tald me of chinese wisdom
How everything...
Let us build here an exquisite friendship
The flame, the autumn, and the green rose of love
Fought out their strite here, 'tis a place of wonder
Where these have been, meet 'tis, the ground is holy
Ezra Pound
To Tony of land of missing , my ancient teacher, mad mathematitionon music yards..
Now i remember that you tald me of chinese wisdom
How everything...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Mar 2015 2:53pm
19th Mar 2015 2:53pm
dentro, zozo le skizo "double-bind"
as the most lucide poet of dup, vandel said in his poem astrigent orphan:
one have to be rather outloud and rockus
instread of spreading the bell of mourn.
easy said but no use, no chance to realise to speak like cyanide kid 102 use to.
when you in in iron gloves of psychiatric Mafia, closed in loony bin .
the outmost of savage i am the most outcast.. and resistance is illegal..
i am ashame to be a german! the mortal pain!..
to feel here like intergallactic hostage of imperealistic scum is indeed a rare pleasure.
bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbut, fuck it. ...
one have to be rather outloud and rockus
instread of spreading the bell of mourn.
easy said but no use, no chance to realise to speak like cyanide kid 102 use to.
when you in in iron gloves of psychiatric Mafia, closed in loony bin .
the outmost of savage i am the most outcast.. and resistance is illegal..
i am ashame to be a german! the mortal pain!..
to feel here like intergallactic hostage of imperealistic scum is indeed a rare pleasure.
bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbut, fuck it. ...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
26th Feb 2015 3:21pm
26th Feb 2015 3:21pm
untitled
evisceration by love, oh mortal pain!
left no sadness of lost
on the fluorescent ruins
i watch quite sick mosaic …
in this country which slays poets
putting them in jail
with fabricated crimes
let to be bitten by bastards
in the country where poets
are dressed in straitjacket
in the country where for enterntainment aims
will be created Scum Propaganda like
Schweine Grippe, Vögelgrippe and other viruses
No, there is no sadness,
who care who is sexist and who not,
Bread and Show!
the third rome of modernity...
left no sadness of lost
on the fluorescent ruins
i watch quite sick mosaic …
in this country which slays poets
putting them in jail
with fabricated crimes
let to be bitten by bastards
in the country where poets
are dressed in straitjacket
in the country where for enterntainment aims
will be created Scum Propaganda like
Schweine Grippe, Vögelgrippe and other viruses
No, there is no sadness,
who care who is sexist and who not,
Bread and Show!
the third rome of modernity...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
26th Feb 2015 2:07pm
26th Feb 2015 2:07pm
no title
how one forced victim, huntered by psychiatric Mafia on the weirdest way you only may imagine.
how this victim can become the cop of underground?
cop from underground who hunter and arrest few beautiful artists for their treason. i cary their treason on me.
they imply themself for utmost savages, pirates, and romanitics..i am crazy admirer trusted their samizdat books, indie films, funny pictures i came to get lessons, in foucault, and deleuze. to write AntiPsychiatrie notes, which could help.
i am the outmost scum. i can'not give and take. neither...
how this victim can become the cop of underground?
cop from underground who hunter and arrest few beautiful artists for their treason. i cary their treason on me.
they imply themself for utmost savages, pirates, and romanitics..i am crazy admirer trusted their samizdat books, indie films, funny pictures i came to get lessons, in foucault, and deleuze. to write AntiPsychiatrie notes, which could help.
i am the outmost scum. i can'not give and take. neither...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Feb 2015 10:31pm
25th Feb 2015 10:31pm
who is Wendy?
five springs ago someone einsiedler of berliner dose house Cafe Bankrot, left one almost blank black little book,twriter-book, i forgot how its callled. hemenguey use it i think, name of owner was Wendy... i called to give it back to her/him/they.. but none picked up the call. it was almost empty, just few notices to do lists and i continued to write notice in this book, some spirituallessons, soliloguys, letter on friends and foe. than
somebody burgled my room, and stole little black notice book, old laptop, dictaphon, camera, 2 sticks, and a bag of weed.ah and even perfume.
...
somebody burgled my room, and stole little black notice book, old laptop, dictaphon, camera, 2 sticks, and a bag of weed.ah and even perfume.
...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
25th Feb 2015 6:33pm
25th Feb 2015 6:33pm
Schlechte zeit für die lyrik.
this porm of Brecht i recite in m marrow since fall of january and whole febry,
feeling most worse sin by traiting my teachers: dead and living.
this is not because i am volatile, but because a warrior in me is only can faint.
one of my teachers, a "living" one, berliner dadaist called mikko deterson, aka "schraube" , working his "MSISM", who i care and loved like he were gentle little painter, libertin and libertarian, he has dreadfully traited his his impressed hands, hands which belong to body. and are not given for greedy grab. He abused his talent and like...
feeling most worse sin by traiting my teachers: dead and living.
this is not because i am volatile, but because a warrior in me is only can faint.
one of my teachers, a "living" one, berliner dadaist called mikko deterson, aka "schraube" , working his "MSISM", who i care and loved like he were gentle little painter, libertin and libertarian, he has dreadfully traited his his impressed hands, hands which belong to body. and are not given for greedy grab. He abused his talent and like...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Feb 2015 11:45am
25th Feb 2015 11:45am
sheltor
Alone and desolated
shiten on, devastated
i go and looking for refugee place
how many squats i seen
in best case you asked
needing place to sleep?
Yes, i need
but either i can sleep in park
much more counts
to celebrate motive
if we indeed are akin
and can lick eachother teeth
after one open end evening
spent together..
talking a bit about our real Resistance
but what a prodigy i wait for?
anarchist activist preparing conference,
to drink all eve with me, frozen stranger
is...
shiten on, devastated
i go and looking for refugee place
how many squats i seen
in best case you asked
needing place to sleep?
Yes, i need
but either i can sleep in park
much more counts
to celebrate motive
if we indeed are akin
and can lick eachother teeth
after one open end evening
spent together..
talking a bit about our real Resistance
but what a prodigy i wait for?
anarchist activist preparing conference,
to drink all eve with me, frozen stranger
is...
703 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Feb 2015 4:13am
25th Feb 2015 4:13am
(nor)way
Great friendships were lived
Love-aids were spoken
Unearthy dreams wasted crazyly
Ideas labourated stiff selflessly
where then my folly lost?
No one verse i try to ink
may entertain none!
No use to try
it boring to negate.
Blameful to be coersed to expose
what a libertin and libertarian you was
With clamour after every sentiment HIRO KONE!
Bezerk mohawk is dead.
Twisted dreamer you never went along
of this alley of frozen park, being one with the icicles
on trees twigs
wasting love out of pro and con, love without a $in...
Love-aids were spoken
Unearthy dreams wasted crazyly
Ideas labourated stiff selflessly
where then my folly lost?
No one verse i try to ink
may entertain none!
No use to try
it boring to negate.
Blameful to be coersed to expose
what a libertin and libertarian you was
With clamour after every sentiment HIRO KONE!
Bezerk mohawk is dead.
Twisted dreamer you never went along
of this alley of frozen park, being one with the icicles
on trees twigs
wasting love out of pro and con, love without a $in...
793 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
24th Feb 2015 10:33am
24th Feb 2015 10:33am
untitled
we traveling blind
we seek for the island
which gives us sheltor
to withdraw from
pressure to perform in order to be a good puppet
to hide from hypocrisy
to hide from cynic
from all kinds of mindcontrollers and cops
from psychiatry science reseach
fabricating diagnosis means digital control
off all the rasists and sexists bitchasses
to find power to fight violence
to recreate our precious yet soo neglected fantastikon
we seek for the island
which gives us sheltor
to withdraw from
pressure to perform in order to be a good puppet
to hide from hypocrisy
to hide from cynic
from all kinds of mindcontrollers and cops
from psychiatry science reseach
fabricating diagnosis means digital control
off all the rasists and sexists bitchasses
to find power to fight violence
to recreate our precious yet soo neglected fantastikon
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2015 1:57pm
23rd Feb 2015 1:57pm
untitled
sic gloria mundi- to me, traitor of those dead poets who with i have been used to survive all calamities!
sic gloria mundi- me, who find no porksword to disemboval my friends-foe Schizflux, who was first who hackered my mailbox, yet seven winters ego.
sic gloria mundi -me who could unter command not write all of my poor love-notions.
sic gloria mundi -to my sacred love which i made to slave to my beloved as deeply i can forgive all morts of all my ideals, demetra, my disdained canadian mom
my sweetling Ljena and my first punk friend Viaclovsky, who i...
sic gloria mundi- me, who find no porksword to disemboval my friends-foe Schizflux, who was first who hackered my mailbox, yet seven winters ego.
sic gloria mundi -me who could unter command not write all of my poor love-notions.
sic gloria mundi -to my sacred love which i made to slave to my beloved as deeply i can forgive all morts of all my ideals, demetra, my disdained canadian mom
my sweetling Ljena and my first punk friend Viaclovsky, who i...
768 reads
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2015 5:00am
23rd Feb 2015 5:00am
Commission
daddy issues
Go, my songs, to the lonely and the unsatisfied,
Go also to the nerve-racked, go to the enslaved-by-convention.
Bear to them mx contempt for their oppressors.
Go as great wave of cool water,
Bear my contempt of oppressors.
Speak against unconcious oppression,
Speak against the tyranny of the unimaginative,
Speak against bonds.
Go to the bourgeoise who is dying of her ennuis
Go to the women in suburbs,
Go to the hideously wedded,
Go to them whose failure is concealed,
Go to the unluckely mated,
Go to the...
Go, my songs, to the lonely and the unsatisfied,
Go also to the nerve-racked, go to the enslaved-by-convention.
Bear to them mx contempt for their oppressors.
Go as great wave of cool water,
Bear my contempt of oppressors.
Speak against unconcious oppression,
Speak against the tyranny of the unimaginative,
Speak against bonds.
Go to the bourgeoise who is dying of her ennuis
Go to the women in suburbs,
Go to the hideously wedded,
Go to them whose failure is concealed,
Go to the unluckely mated,
Go to the...
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