Oasev's Poems

Researched deeply

I looked into myself as an orphan for many years, walking through my glowing lava depths. I stared at the secret, the densely saturated motivations of my heated, imaginative adolescent self with wide-eyed eyes. I tried to appreciate a giving,...

– by Norbert Tasev

THE SNAP STRING

Almost October, rainy April. The rain is under the veil; he keeps kneading and washing his limbs. A procession of crouching, hunched people on the subway. A palpability of resigned indifference. Between gritted teeth, the supposed I-truth is heard...

– by Norbert Tasev

SEESAW-DANCE

The discarded, half-empty can of the old, pitiful World - you have to be careful! -, almost swallows him, the winds with knocked out teeth are chasing him, while in the totally closed virtual space, such wretched little people appear. On the dirty...

– by Norbert Tasev

DON'T BE OVERCONFIDENT

I look in broken mirrors. Countless little worms from Alamus gather around me, hordes of wild beasts surround me; my existence is being robbed. It would be nice to take off like a foreign coat next to my ominous shadow the secret urge of Fate, which...

– by Norbert Tasev

CROSS-HEARING BETWEEN DOGS

There may be no room for anyone on the streets; confused, cacophonous hurricanes of sound make the good people stupid, a few jerk wild animals hook the mother-in-law who is approaching ninety, the flower seller asks fifty thousand forints for a...

– by Norbert Tasev

KNOTS OF TRIALS

Have you ever been told that you have a bad approach to things?! Not the betrayal of the unattainable, unwinnable Happiness, nor the series of gawking, ass-licking accolades, the cheap success-hunting attitude measured in a fraction of a moment, -...

– by Norbert Tasev

EXAMPLE OF RELATIONS

Looks like you've had enough of the World. But in such a way that you would prefer to tie yourself to the very first tree, or take medicine that works without pain. You can work, you can sweat so much that you are tired of self-loathing, knowing...

– by Norbert Tasev

UNLOCKING TRUST

The One-Somebody might be waiting for you somewhere. Satisfied, happy-sad moments await somewhere. Somewhere - you can know, because you can feel it - a strange-secret cogwheel is turning around your Life; a motionless glass ball in which you are...

– by Norbert Tasev

LIMITS OF PROPORTIONS

With clenched, abscessed, snarling teeth, like a long-suffering one who settled for life and pain forever, searching for the cognizable puzzle, I am chasing and chasing the hidden riddle every day, moving through infinity. And because the...

– by Norbert Tasev

IT IS BASED ON INTERESTS

The longest preparation in a lifetime; clinging to hearts, Who on Earth were you?! Where did you belong? Who helped you? Who raised me from the dust of yellow lands, when did the need call?! I wonder how many true friends you could have left on one...

– by Norbert Tasev

NO NETS, NO ROPES

The filth-waterfalls of obscene, ugly-speech come out of the mouths of girls' cat-wicked-cows after being whipped and then splashed out; cascades of flame-spitting words follow each other, while they themselves laugh a rainbow of sounds and...

– by Norbert Tasev

FALLING BEING SEQUENCES

Behind me, the outlines of the beginning Summer are already visible on the emerald-colored trees. I carry in the ancient cave of my breast the ticking minute of the atomic bomb, which may perhaps be equal to the last judgment. The light-germs of...

– by Norbert Tasev

UNFULFILLED PHRASES

I will fall into a bottomless abyss into eternal night. I've lived so much to be afraid of... Don't add to my agonizing fears. My heart is pestering lm lying in wait is vulnerability equal to annihilation if the grown-up cannot strike back?! On...

– by Norbert Tasev

A TROUBLED SOUL

Oh, you pitiful, foolish soul! Prodigal, brooding, brooding like a hunted wild animal, you are forced to run away and hide every day. The unspeakable, experiential instinct, brooding telepathy of our words - all those who have long been tired of...

– by Norbert Tasev

SOUL DESERTS

The Man is Lost The heart within the boundaries of the skin screams in rebellion, because it can hardly do anything else; his inaction is suffocating. He hides in an environment of intoxicants because he is lost because his heart is roaring, but...

– by Norbert Tasev

REBELS BURNING FROM WITHIN

Learning from the example of unlucky travelers, I have never tried to enter those cities whose walls are staring at each other, whose fences are a multitude of words impaled next to each other. I never wanted to look, hiding behind the eyes,...

– by Norbert Tasev

I DO NOT UNDERSTAND

I cannot understand those for whom inactivity, smiling, wild-eyed idiocy is sweet, ecstasy intoxication, strait-jacket stupor. In Eden's paradise, sipping beer, languishing in indifference, and doing nothing in the manner of a slave. The...

– by Norbert Tasev

HAZARD PECH SERIES

Objects lie around me like a sleeping flock. This is the concentrated silence of embodied thoughts, the silence after creation, and it is almost touching, as if the first and last flames of dawn light up the dirty horizon. Only the opposite mirror...

– by Norbert Tasev

GARBAGE EATERS

In the homeless struggle, the deceived and manipulated Man soon leaks out, like the air. Time is slowly trampling everything, until once we could still say that it was worth something, because it had meaning and value. Too much urgent, pervasive...

– by Norbert Tasev

THE ERA IS ON THE DAILY ORDER

To serve a decayed appearance Humbly and quietly, To sway day by day to the current of every little movement, To waver and fear ceaselessly, Tolerate why others have so much, while others pick alms from the trash can. The world is getting uglier,...

– by Norbert Tasev

GOVERNORS

The whole world already looks like a wolf-lamb of humans-humans. On lost chessboards, the puppets are standing up and moving, - It's true - not a bit free, of their own free will. - The skin shivers, the soul feels warm, the legs carry me between...

– by Norbert Tasev

PRAYER

Don't be shy! Go to him! You and He are the same in your vulnerabilities. The cascade of memories of your childish self moved into him with responsibility. Like a crying, babbling little child who can only understand the gentle nanny's song that...

– by Norbert Tasev

Fallacy

This morning I was in fetal position. Where is my place in this softened horror?!,, You can hang yourself boldly!" the loser sign says. If I could have my precious time back, which I never had too much of, I would confess to my friends the ones I...

– by Norbert Tasev

UNKNOWN FORMULAS

I should move into an interior room, my furniture will be smaller from now on. You have to change to a different way of life, a different scale will now be your turn. From now on, you will only do laundry once every few months, because Persil has...

– by Norbert Tasev

Layers of annual rings

All I feel now is: the noose is tight, slimy-raw amniotic membrane. A handful of my life is caught in the unexpected vice of Being. Without clouds, my life slowly separates, like a circle of congealed raindrops bursting open, help-falling lips.
...

– by Norbert Tasev

The joint hour of "this is how we are".

In your eyes, the suicidal incitement of your unfortunate little orphan still settles; you have been burning in yourself from an insatiable long time ago, your convulsions do not forgive human sympathy, nor pitying benevolence! Your shy...

– by Norbert Tasev

PHASE-SHIFT

Like someone who guesses, wiser than letters, he jumps off a tower built in a well, because he hated this Hyena Age a long time ago, like someone who keeps tripping over himself while walking. blind, so silently, like the dumb, in timeless order in...

– by Norbert Tasev

EAVES

Now you're deep in the thin pickle, when and where is the grand finale left?! In the middle of a person's life is the profound nothingness. It is a little night weakness, a disillusioned instinct-fly, that digs among our memories. Why is it that man...

– by Norbert Tasev

DONKEY HORN

Interpreter for us, why should you? We have already overcome language, will, shackled Nothings. Art, as a vast storehouse of thoughts, only stands or falls on the sober, age-seeking vision of a few financiers, Sugar daddy.

This is a reality here:...

– by Norbert Tasev

THE TEMPTATION OF BEING

Three in the morning; you just get up and stand there in the milky – white Dawn anxiety, and always that slow glow, that delusion that flows into the folds at three in the morning, lately you always feel on your face the otherworldly blue of the...

– by Norbert Tasev

REMAINS OF WRECK

Because it's easier to break away than to belong to the common stars, to find a home, a needle in a pile, a hand, it releases the bugs of your existence, and to enjoy the wine road and serenity. They may be seen elsewhere, only the human eye is...

– by Norbert Tasev

DELUDED HAPPINESS

I have played the happy contentment, the playful, silent appearance so many times that I have become a liar and accomplice of myself. Now I could finally free myself from the tormented prison hell of forced robot actions in a dignified manner...

– by Norbert Tasev

Hide and seek confrontation

I really miss the whole security of the honest friendship of the same age. The sheltering, twilight-rich refuge of romance, the choreography and grace of movements and the uncertain awareness: Who can remain faithfully by my side in the early...

– by Norbert Tasev

STATES OF Dizzy Ecstasy

Like a rooted suspicion, I live among dead basements, shadows, superficial mortals, as if the silence is timeless...And always there and in a way where there is never a bridge, land, or island. With Aras, only bumpy roads, missing keys, over the...

– by Norbert Tasev

Audience queue

I should be anonymous among the rows of spectators. Can there still be a faithful friend, a loving Dear, who faithfully accompanies me along my bumpy bumpy road? My shipwrecked life, playing Russian roulette over a shaky precipice, finally...

– by Norbert Tasev

Between yet and yet

An invisible chain is hanging over me. One eye is to be afraid, while the other is to beware. Net channels that cherish deceptive career dreams can pull the luring honey string at any time, even under the noses of others. The earthly,...

– by Norbert Tasev

Captivated by unknowable possibilities

Halfway between the unrecognized possibilities: stretched out in space and time, gilding careers, greedily demanding, violent movements, false-handed, hypocritical idolaters rule.

Everyone here is both statuesque and brainwashed idiots. They...

– by Norbert Tasev

DIRECT DAMAGE

Tonight, Being gave birth to a double rainbow. While I ponder in the rocking silence, the Light is slowly fading away. Out there, what kind of joke Rodosto has the World created?! below, the peace of the night will be dense with colostrum above the...

– by Norbert Tasev

A WITNESS TO HUMANITY

...Because now I am tormented and hurt by the One-World, which, with an increasingly evil desire, like a thorny plague, is secretly setting up obstacles against me. Both trust and the moral order are crumbling; brother-sister steals away, wolf...

– by Norbert Tasev

Immersive musings

It would be nice to have more learned well-heads, gentlemen who give advice, and ladies who know their manners, if in this present age there was not a tohonya-indifference and unlivable hunger pangs: which, instead of merit and sympathy, settles...

– by Norbert Tasev

CURSE OF SOCIAL INFUSION

Then why did we have to go down there in the dark and damp, our nerves were strained to the point of bursting, "Now run!" - he suddenly contradicted me. At dawn, the darkness was already broken by the first lights. Now it has simply become such a...

– by Norbert Tasev

CONCRETED ACCESS

From time to time, I am surrounded by unfinished sentences that you tend to attribute to heroes of novels that have disappeared. As life is somewhat outside of time, anything is possible, and we will definitely wander into a special landscape where...

– by Norbert Tasev

BREAKING UP CURRENT DETAILS

Sometimes the great goodness of the heart,other times the animal instincts, now life is like an age-old sediment,the dirt is freezing deeper and deeper in it. Everything from scrap, materials brought from here and there.

All that unnecessary...

– by Norbert Tasev

CURRENT, REBELLION SPIRIT

It could easily have been a holy and inviolable loneliness that accompanies you even beyond the otherworldly grave. It could have been a happy and contented holiday in the dregs of my day-glory, which does not need to be reciprocated. The answer to...

– by Norbert Tasev

Doubts and deficiencies

Now he who sees dimly,
or it's just trendy blind and can't exist
neither an acquaintance nor a partner
it is necessary and necessary to accompany him to the other side,
where mazes of insidious heart rhythms lurk,
and gangs of bald-headed...

– by Norbert Tasev

One for someone

It's no use rejecting you now, or you're deceitfully denying yourself. I am still bound by human soul contracts, and because of you I will go and stand, if necessary, as a steadfast” role " in this great human conflict.

Not evading or...

– by Norbert Tasev

Variable note

In the depths of my soul, I am trapped in a well. I can feel that different winds are blowing now than in the past. I quickly waver according to my tendencies: when I am gripped by an inferiority complex, or just a persistent pang of panic.

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– by Norbert Tasev

Torso behind your face

Maybe you just wanted to be a sure-loving Dear, in whose lap you can still lower your tired head, children playing happily, who are either exalted to the heavens, praised, or just cursed by your name and peculiarities.

This beautiful Kort,...

– by Norbert Tasev

WILLFUL BLINDNESS

We need to squeeze the gauntlet of grim, rattling bravery. All of us, like blind people with blinders, are deliberately stuck in the gaping gloom.

At the dawn of the days of wink, who would work, he could not be unlucky – God-given he could not...

– by Norbert Tasev

CELL-CUTTING

Because if only the treacherous eye was watching, the body still remained naked. If you are willing to notice the millions of tiny wandering spherical drops of mucus buzzing in the nervous system of the air, the harmonious balance of the soul also...

– by Norbert Tasev

Variations-day

Now I have a responsible duty on my shoulders as a pleasant burden, and therefore I know: it would still be good to live and hope! No one answers my questions with lost deaf-supplicants, while the unruly present embraces me with its stifling...

– by Norbert Tasev

Disheveled pondering

You stand on the edge of your pathetic life for a moment before you are finally embraced by the death-whispering lap of the gaping, underworld abyss. When you are still yourself, you may be able to enter the resinous, incense-filled silence to...

– by Norbert Tasev

By the time you get old

By the time your ashen, peony-skin becomes wrinkled, the misery of your fertile lap has been ravaged by the cobwebs, you will know: you too were created from fallible Endidu material, and your exotic body can only be held together by the fear...

– by Norbert Tasev

Hidden confrontation

I miss the whole of the same-age, honest-to-the-truth friendship security. The protective, Twilight-rich Mendes of romanticism, the choreographic grace of movements, and the uncertain consciousness: who in the twilight of my life can remain...

– by Norbert Tasev

Sensitivity

My anxious fears surround me! Nights pushed aside for clamorous days are flirtatious! Irritating cursed yelling sounds destroy empathy, spiritual harmony that can be built on! Hurricane waves are fueled by unnecessary human emotions among...

– by Norbert Tasev

HIDE NOTE

Dusk gloom lingers in the extinguished outer spaces! Inner soul - the Sleeper fantasizes about dreams a lot! The cross-section of the objects can still be felt and they are constantly speaking to you if you listen to them! In a torn apart existence,...

– by Norbert Tasev

THE INTIMATE SPEAKING OF ABSENCE

It's no longer a self-sufficient, magical fad. Fate cut into the uneven, wide space undrawn. Start and End are two well-thought-out symbiosis platforms. Body and shape are already a prisoner of cheap, small style. I should see you even if I...

– by Norbert Tasev

Probability

In the chilling wilderness of our earthly destiny, two people can hardly make order out of romances. Angry gorillas and bushes of insidious creepers strictly follow the precise geometric rules of healthy coexistence. Only the muscular, athletic,...

– by Norbert Tasev

POSSIBLE COINCIDENCES

They are getting further and further away, the once familiar faces are moving away, the light on the retinas is changing, and it is not known whether the shell-loneliness will suck the person in for good?! What will become of the true friendships of...

– by Norbert Tasev

THE CHESS PLAYER

They are fascinated by exotic glances. Teasing, peeping, flexible, flirtatious breasts bend to their liking out of a festive cleavage, prompting mainly alpha males: they give the already hard-to-get permissions for seduction operations.

The hand...

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PATH-CIRCLE-CURVES

We cannot know whether existence will return to itself, like those spirally curled concentric circles which would show Infinity, yet cast rather Hangman's loops. The logarithm of cells, molecules, instincts bites its own tail like a snake, but it is...

– by Norbert Tasev

FATE SPECTATOR

Somewhere right now he is being fired, somewhere right now his career is being cut off, his already increasingly bumpy and adversary path to success. In the given compressed minute, there is a double downfall at the same time, because it deprives...

– by Norbert Tasev

Displeased Doom

Agony-Rock became my daily bread! I am homeless among the screeching traps of trapping savages!

I pack valuable books on my bookshelf ribs every day! spark-igniting Noble ramblings of intellect! Like a wise Sisyphus in the deep sand, my diligence...

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STOLEN YOUTH

It's closed around you and you never ask whose son-calf the Circle was! There's probably no way out. You could escape, though, if you really wanted to, into a loving mother's lap, until the fog in your heart tightens. Fate leads us along its winding...

– by Norbert Tasev

VARIATIONS

Now I have a responsible duty on my shoulders as a pleasant burden, and therefore I know: it would still be good to live and hope! No one answers my questions with lost deaf-supplicants, while the unruly present embraces me with its stifling...

– by Norbert Tasev

BEING IS FLUTTER

The throbbing, mucus-pain creeps in alive, the nerve the size of a rabbit's tail hisses from it; a cold settles under your sweaty clothes in the bitter winter cold. It's creeping up on you, like a molecular army of ferocious bacilli sneaking up on...

– by Norbert Tasev

Uninhabitable Was

Looking into the stack-well of your conscience, you can see exactly the dark stacks of your thirst! Fény writes hopes with you in silver at the store of stars above! You should boldly rely on your instincts on the network of secret intuitions that...

– by Norbert Tasev

Checkmate

People are slowly sneaking past me! Like Sneaky sneezers hatched from the underworld who have sins; they always fall by themselves like mirror drops of tumbling light!

It's like sticky cell plasma! I watch in myself the worn-out, useless...

– by Norbert Tasev

Satire

The exotic beauties of the schools are also grouped into selfish, petty sects! How many people have called themselves prostitutes?! He wandered around the stilted corners of the streets, longing for true immortality! Frivolous Taverna pimps, with...

– by Norbert Tasev

Approximate future

It would be useless to dare to risk a shortened look; with a tragic spurt, we are already involved with our universal Europeanism in the pop culture cataclysms of idiocy! I see it every day with hypermodernity

Cyber-tech with light, distributed...

– by Norbert Tasev

MIRACLE-MIMICRY IN THE HOPE OF LIFELESS LIVES

In the wilderness of brainwashed end-beings, the manipulable man is rattling: there is no transition or connection between his ever-diminutive, pathetic goal. He lies and swears with the slaves of the condemned, because he is attracted by the...

– by Norbert Tasev

FACES'S VERSE

Whom the world of secured Solitude has closed many times; spirit and rule of survival guide you! He is afraid of the dictionaries of Mysterious Faces, and trembles at familiar questions! Carefully trying to understand Man and Life! You can see...

– by Norbert Tasev

Interaction-Garlang

When Hangman Time opens over our lives; we raise our upturned palms to the sky! A wounded sunset flutters alive in our eyes! For the Great Crossing – perhaps – everything is already given only we are more hesitant and unprepared! We can also rush...

– by Norbert Tasev

WHAT NEEDS TO BE SAID

The free-thinking, proud-minded soul loses patience. He demands answers to his everyday scandal-ridden squabbles. With a shaken will, he would rather bury his head in the sand until he was dismissed from his job, trampled by the many vengeful,...

– by Norbert Tasev

FATE-BEGININGS

Getting to know ourselves is the real test. For who can know that the life of the end and the beginning of his whole existence is a living picture, if in reality he seeks the present. The uncertain future can find in him, his Here-Now."

Living...

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SILENCE-CRY

On the top of Splinter puddles, a tiny tearful-bubble dances with a burst: it weeps itself out in the form of a ball! In my wounded past, this is how the spirit-inspiring shower punishes me! Struggling

I can only be a melee flame swaying in the...

– by Norbert Tasev

Black Sails

Who could have had an unoriginal voice that could not disturb anyone, and who heard on a silent murderous night how they sobbed on the wall of the room of silent, drunken shadows? He could have spoken through human hearts: "Let There Be Light!"A...

– by Norbert Tasev

FATE-CARVED

Tell me, my friend? What are you gonna do with the word debris now? The false pretense of promises you've had enough of now?! First you look at your empty life and then at your bare palm, which your beloved's hand will never touch again. Lines,...

– by Norbert Tasev

FATE IF IT BLOWS

Do you see Dear! Out of this current raiding darkness, below the water level of our dreary time, only restless, sole-licking molehills have been visible for a long time. A prisoner in a Prius, thrown out of a gradually deepening visceral space, like...

– by Norbert Tasev

VICTIM-CENTURY

All these pathetic years are useless. I don't need them. What could they give in return to Euridice divas who could only be bewitched by money as status and power?

There is nothing worse than a company that easily advertises their pathetic...

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WITH EVERY STEP TAKEN

I have experienced the unbearable difficulties of being. True, a little after Kundera with a free phrase; perhaps beyond the truer, deserved desires, the endured, suffered, vestigial breakups, in which my beating heart became a little ash, I also...

– by Norbert Tasev

CLOSED CIRCLE ASSEMBLY

Borrowed, pitiful promises, sneaky digs again. Again, tense platitudes, awkward cross-examinations on the cyber lines of brainwashed dirty media. A permanent, deliberately controlled Orwellian presence by a system that manufactures lies and licks...

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DIFFICULTIES OF NEGOTIATION

Whether it's a cover-up or a public scandal, a tabloid conspiracy, that's what this lying, malevolent world has become. Slimmed-down, plastic-plasticized babe-Diva's slap and mother each other in live-view shows, while the crochet, grandmother...

– by Norbert Tasev

CRIPPLED BODIES

Increasingly flat body now surrounded by slug darkness. The ominous, Roe-lights also become sharp, ominous; the heavy shipwrecked soul, plunged into melancholy, is crucified like a bow.

In the unstable molecular tunnels of veins , blood vessels,...

– by Norbert Tasev

TIME AND SPACE IN THE CROSSHAIRS

In the crosshairs of time and space, no one has the right to compare me to anyone.

Otherwise, I rarely care anymore, because they all acted foolishly

they thought they knew me like the judgmental clueless, who

I have been honest enough

...

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PUNISHMENT IN AGE

I am now stratified by a cesspool of false interests and selfish bribes. Insistent, stubborn now sensationalist play, careerist, vain ambition, that among the blemish-mirrored faces who won stupider and more stupid awards can only be cool.

And...

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DECEIVED HAPPINESS

I have so many times played the happy contentment, playful, silent pretense, that I have become a liar-accomplice of myself. Now I could finally get out of the prison hells of forced robot actions and live a little. I look anxiously and anxiously,...

– by Norbert Tasev

MOVABLE SHELLS

Only the color and, at most, the shell, if you can see it. In the seed house, black-brown seeds are crushed and dried in meek. An alien outsider appears to be a wanderer, at the same time confiding in me, otherwise deceitfully luring me in.

Its...

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SPARROWS

I already know. They no longer seek nor invite you into the acid shower of love and friendships. The memories of the homely past have also become a shadow among the living creatures. At any time, the dead-unwitting can be trapped in the sediment of...

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WOULD HAVE MORE DOORSTEP

I still look at this world of indomitable, vindictive change; my desperate fear drags me into immeasurable ravines. An unknown force forces me to do the inevitable many times. Like everywhere else.

Destiny, as an unknown alien, begins to...

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CELLS-ADOMBRATIVE

Because if it was just the deceitful eye watching, it still left the body dry-naked. The millions of tiny, small, wandering round-shaped ball drops in the mottled nervous system of the air, if you wish to notice the one whose harmonious balance of...

– by Norbert Tasev

AGAINST THE TIDE

Nowadays, you walk imperceptibly on a single blade, a world that has become manipulable, and you can no longer be more than a vain delusion-dream, a tightrope walker flirting with meaningless, promising careers or even pathetic and ridiculous little...

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HALFWAY TO CALCULATION

In his heart, he beats with trouble, boundless vulnerability gnaws at him. Those who are left alone for good have neither time nor anyone. Twilight dips its richly golden-tipped feather into the undressing of seasons when autumn comes again. He who...

– by Norbert Tasev

BROKEN ATTITUDE

Against joy and pain-I have known for a long time-I am stripped and defenseless! As a child, the teachers knelt on peas when the others whistled Moor jokes in my ears. When I fell in love for the first time, and then more and more Jing and Yang,...

– by Norbert Tasev

DOUBLE SOMERSAULT

How many layers has the layered gloom become in man now?! It moves from one layer to another. The shadows of the lyre ore of the thickening night become permanent, grow, but they do not hurt yet. In pre-human defiance-light, rustling material, the...

– by Norbert Tasev

IN CAPTIVITY OF APPEARANCES

How many times when I was a weed guy, I would have wished to sneak into the actor's locker rooms through the secret snail tunnels like an invisible otherworldly friendly ghost, a stray ghost. It would have been nice to have been disappointed by the...

– by Norbert Tasev

DON'T DO IT!

Above all, one must not want the impossible, just as good Don Quixote might have wanted to believe. The sneaking, mean-spirited underlings suffocately suffocate the more educated, the idyllic eminences. Refusing industry, just like the massive...

– by Norbert Tasev

CONFIDENTIAL, DEPENDENT TRIAL

In this rare autumn leaf rain, the last burst of flame of the still bubbly, rust-marta summer seems to be gently straining at the memory filled with pleasure. The soul happily forgets itself again, while the simple mortality of the natural landscape...

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EXPANDED LIFETIME

Doubt lurks behind Time in an infected, far-sly school, the last hope behind a gray toothless tooth, because the syrupy reality pinged from the cards of daydreams is often, stubbornly deceptive.

Self-delusion has become a pious offense, if only...

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WOUNDS IN DEFENSE

It was designed so that we could not see the zealous layer beneath the layers, always only the slag-free, crystal-clear surface. Through the Nirvana desert of time, we carry ourselves like a torturer. burden of hell: the assured forgiveness.

We,...

– by Norbert Tasev

DIFFERENT LIFE TIME

Infected behind Time,

doubt lurks sly,

gray toothfish

the last hope,

because from the cards of daydreams

pinged syrup reality often,

firmly deceitful.

A gracious offense has become self-deceiving,

if only unknown loneliness
...

– by Norbert Tasev

THIEF-WRINKLES

On the ladder of our years, it is just another insignificant, symbolic gesture, the unworthy web of our wrinkles. He paints voiceless, silent incisions, draws encrypted hieroglyphic figures on maps of talkative faces. The ever-thinning heartbeats...

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TOTAL FAILURE OF DEVELOPMENT PATHS

How long will the difficult and vicissitudes of the galley remain as a possible path to individual prosperity?! What nonsense is it that all you need is common sense and good luck! Cross-examination is necessary, and of course it should be answered...

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COMPETITIVE GAME

I see kids going wild in the video game room under the Starlight Roof. First, it is only the latent, muted anger of aggression that totally knocks you over the head, and then the inner more real beast instincts come in turn. Consumer electronics...

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UNIVERSAL ERA OF ORPHANS

Human useless Destiny is already a bone worm, which worms and miserable beetles eat at their pleasure, only to turn into gray ash. The impure, scapegoat-temper of a feeble soul is ready to give all its dreams and the duties of the persecuted, and...

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DREAMING ADVENTURER

It's not the light that has gone out, it's just the world has changed, so weep calmly, cowardly-boldly, that you can no longer be who you used to be: a servant-like Little Penguin-man, because New brutal-dwellers are coming, and your mud-palace,...

– by Norbert Tasev

TO UNDERSTAND THE WORLD!

Only the question-answers are ambiguous! Everything else, perhaps, is understandable. Posture, nonverbal gesticulations are so many petty, petty, manipulative pretensions that sooner or later settle comfortably in the heart, between the poles of the...

– by Norbert Tasev

UPPER VALUE

One should never be allowed to give oneself to the Lost Fate or turn his back bored, with lazy indifference to the nobleman, the Good, and not pick - but he already accepts everything with tolerance, humility; to cover up his shipwrecked, furrowed...

– by Norbert Tasev

UPPER VALUE

One should never be allowed to give oneself to the Lost Fate or turn his back bored, with lazy indifference to the nobleman, the Good, and not pick - but he already accepts everything with tolerance, humility; to cover up his shipwrecked, furrowed...

– by Norbert Tasev

NEWS-JUDGMENTS

The Earth is full of judgments, stereotypes, so many ominous, manipulated standards of rules, unnecessarily scrawling Sisyphean weights in it, and there is hardly anyone to understand it; sin and punishment can never be an end in itself, or a...

– by Norbert Tasev

STAGES OF TRIPPING

In your inner soul, your guardian angel no longer watches over you, and watches over - but rather over a lazy, indifferent stress-old man, who may have lost all his teeth. And you can no longer heat up past, present, uncertain future and even less...

– by Norbert Tasev

PAINFUL MESSAGE

You were an orphaned, disgraced angel-face under the dimly luminous neon lights of the otherworldly, and in this melancholy, underworld radiance, for the first time, I caught you in the act of conscious, intended anxiety, as some kind of...

– by Norbert Tasev

PREGNANT TEMPER

You are yourself and cannot be manipulated, you are a brainwashed Fool, until you can be indignant and think, until your sanity is surreptitiously broken by calculating partiality. If necessary, you will run to your ruin rather than to protect your...

– by Norbert Tasev

REALITY-TRANCE

Then fifty years later, when it was all autumn, greyhound, disappointed, and we would be cynically hair-splitting, I would like to see for a single day the people who advertised it had something to do with them. To look at the man and the sinking...

– by Norbert Tasev

REPORT TO JANUARY

It is boiling again, hissing this man-carrying Nirvana, in which the rebellion of the Crowds is once again. This measured Executioner's Time is just a possible, narrow vessel. He plays the incapable, like the chess pieces of Hope. As...

– by Norbert Tasev

IT WOULD NOT BE ALL

Only the zigzagging, then the fearfully bursting proud rocket nozzle light flies briskly into your room, and the cell lattice-smelling shadows also spin to dance with it. Shapes and rich colors really proliferate and seem fuller and richer, but the...

– by Norbert Tasev

HUMAN DARS

I remember the restrained silence, suffocating rock-solid indifference, when the very first paper-trumpet sound, like the crackling, ominous horn signal, seemed to rise from the pitch-black nights. My anxious life could hardly get new strength and...

– by Norbert Tasev

THE CUTE BLOODHOUND

He immediately pricked up his pointed ears at the sexy lady's kissing will, his small, evil eyes suddenly flickered as soon as he saw me. Little chocolates, pieces of sugar, and expensive words could not satisfy his animalistic nature. He was said...

– by Norbert Tasev

RECOGNITION TEMPTED

Crusty, gray, dirty sky patters snow-white cotton balls today; grinding millet threatens immediate hibernation. The frost grunts and bites many times, like a beaten dog, while the wind in Zivago keeps growling. It's as if most literate people have...

– by Norbert Tasev

MIRROR-WORLD

I was looking at the virgin sheet of white angels outside, which was slowly falling on my head from the clouds! The swans performed their celestial dance on the mirror-ice, and I felt that my soul was sinking in the silence, and the cold was...

– by Norbert Tasev

BLESSED PINE TREE

Graciously, wisely, and with many a feather-cluster, in the sanctified evening, in the warmth of a small but happy family, in a cosy and starlit room, sits a Christmas tree.

On its four-branched crown a pearly star shone, and with its...

– by Norbert Tasev

YOU MUST DO MORE!

You shouldn't get tired yet, leave it for good and give up everything you've acquired! It wouldn't help if you failed right away. Don't move yet!

You can't run away from your problems and worries, although a peaceful coastal landscape where...

– by Norbert Tasev

BEFORE THE END OF THE YEAR

The year is slowly drawing to a close, the manipulative mood is weakened, the traitorous heart is born, the careful mind is being brainwashed again, and the Spirit makes a sale; staggering, half-stupid, the hard-earned years pass over us. Man has...

– by Norbert Tasev

IN MY DREAMS

My dreams answer so quietly, almost insinuately, and are entangled in a web of memories by tactful silence, searching for a missed greeting, a deliberate handshake, the weight-meaning-of the unspoken words, which one Foolish-loving heart-chalice...

– by Norbert Tasev

SOCIAL squabbling

Is it better if I don't understand you, you visceral, vicious, lying World?! An ominous web of my ever-restless free-mind: manipulative! The millstones of society, which start to rust, can hardly be seen by the simple, average, delusional man, who...

– by Norbert Tasev

CULTURE-FATE

Dear poet friend! Well tell me? What about the literary situation right now? Why is the laughing mouth of hobby writers against you?! Just feel free to admit what you are, what will happen to you?!

Do you want to stay a puffy, dilettante...

– by Norbert Tasev

COLOR-LOST FOG-KNIGHTS

You can hardly meet a listening crown witness in the field of secrets! As an obstacle course, he builds his massive ramparts around himself – to decipher his thinking is almost a total inability! A knocking shoe heel above it is a black piano...

– by Norbert Tasev

DECEMBER DRAFT

 Whether it's the Restless hermit or the sorcerer, I'm watching him unfold his humiliated flowers tonight. I can feel it: other signs are coming, other visions, like the full moon, the screaming Moonlight behind the bars, I am seen differently by...

– by Norbert Tasev

INCARNATION OF LIGHT

 He is a temporary resident of this earthly existence; I would plunge into the foam of my non-existence just once if I could learn from everyone's selfish mistakes! With a stateless fragmented will, I am tolerably able to build my way, while I know...

– by Norbert Tasev

THEY CLOSE THEIR EYES

Now the world closes its eyes again, the conscience lurks dormant. A few minutes-a man and A Celebrity hand out cheap, dilute bean soup from the warm steam of the blahan pots. Vulnerable poverty would roar away the vengeful anger if it had anything...

– by Norbert Tasev

ODE TO MEANNESS

People, especially these days, are often scared. The humility, the rock-deep silence, which is tolerated deepens its depths, if it can no longer reveal its inner personality to anyone else, because it can remain faithful to itself, and while it is...

– by Norbert Tasev

THE FINAL ACT

 The last season of winter is coming. A frosty sob ripens to maturity in a clean, vacuum: the Winter tears its bridesmaid, its Duna in flakes! From the captivity of the hollows, the sleeper is now waking up. The Earth is spinning, like a ball in the...

– by Norbert Tasev

SAFE CONSOLATION

 Who can be lulled to sleep by the snow falling like a feather-May he still be happy – On my face the ice flakes also produce frozen tears! The snow of the executioner drips thickly through the grit of his judgment; I feel that wherever I may turn,...

– by Norbert Tasev

REPORT ON FROST

 The cold-bearded, Gray old man of life, who longed to freeze everything, came knocking, came with a cold-angry mood, - surrounded by howling stars! The lakes, unflinching and stubborn mountain-ridges, which sinned with their purity, were frozen. It...

– by Norbert Tasev

BLIND-WORD

 Empty, white-spotted, Crystal-glassy transparent space. You're the snow-spotted world. But what else can one do? he sets out not to be overwhelmed by bitter pessimism: self-pity and laziness. I myself preachers gaping, loud throat when I weigh...

– by Norbert Tasev

DEEP POINTS

To wash out of this pathetic world with impunity: come on?! You don't even notice it, and you carry with you heavy chains-tons of Sisyphus ringing every day, which first devour your organs, and then perhaps even Alzheimer's-bearing thoughts.

The...

– by Norbert Tasev

SPARROWS CHIRP

I already know. They no longer seek nor invite you into the acid shower of love and friendships. Even the memories of the homely past have become a shadow among the coddled creatures. At any time, the dead-wanton can be trapped in the sediment of...

– by Norbert Tasev

DIGGAG WARNING

Keep moving back, carefully, until the fourth X is besieging. Inwardly drawn into myself, deliberately kept out of the circles, for Man is once again a despicable bastard, and can hardly be trusted. Bypass everything we periodic, final. Ghost-dreams...

– by Norbert Tasev

TRAPPED OUTSIDE

I'm listening to the old man's moaning at night... The dirty-gray foam of the old Danube, like a pile of dung juice, brings swirling black hole ice rolls with accelerated running service. He has cast huge shadows on me so many stars and man-wrecks...

– by Norbert Tasev

FALLS, SIGNS

Cage and silence! The infectious disease runs up and down in me, perhaps just like the useless, ragged life, with which I have only traces to do. There is a plan, a reality, a memory. It must be three in the morning. I lay frozen to a skeleton in my...

– by Norbert Tasev

IT'S LIKE A CIRCUS

Here is my life friends! The Earth is slowly tripping away, falling into a swamp, and the many Minute-Man victims in Little No Man's land are deliberately lost in their own quiet despair. Before us, everything flows: jobs, careers, hunger wages,...

– by Norbert Tasev

DECEMBER FILTH SENSATION

December success, appreciation-chasing sensation-drawings. They broadcast food distribution all over the place, they mix interests and loves, or they change hands succinctly, like caustic Alkali in water, so that they can deservedly earn recognition...

– by Norbert Tasev

AGE-IMAGE

It is as if the human wreckage were lying in delirious dazes choked with a drug smile everywhere, falling into the blind, deliberately gullible ravines of themselves. In contrast, some of the occasional Divas issued to snobs chatter as if they...

– by Norbert Tasev

TRAP SITUATIONS

A man becomes a lowly pod of dust, slouching down to the calculating little Kings, to the camp of the powerful, while begging for a bribe; he becomes a mouse-hole, where a hunting cat can easily fit. It no longer takes part in the mass development...

– by Norbert Tasev

BETWEEN INTERMEDIATE BANDS

Only for a heartbeat, until halfway between the brain antennae and the body's molecular cells, at boundary points, the unknown dead zone Point, which is held captive by the timed countdown according to human law, becomes palpable. Out there is still...

– by Norbert Tasev

VIEWERS' ROW

I should be anonymous among the rows of spectators. Can there still be a faithful friend, a loving Dear, who faithfully accompanies me along my bumpy bumpy road? My shipwrecked life, playing Russian roulette over a shaky precipice, finally reveals...

– by Norbert Tasev

BETWEEN YET AND NOT AT ALL

An invisible chain is hanging over me. One eye is to be afraid, while the other is to beware. Deceptive career-dream-cherishing net-channels can pull the luring honey string away at any time, even under the noses of others. The earthly, needy,...

– by Norbert Tasev

TIME-SILENCER

Between heaven and earth, single-minded, worn-out chip bags enrich the green vegetation in the middle of the ring. Defiant human grimaces peep at the fists of skenehead larks, where face-to-face communication is still fashionable. Where a little...

– by Norbert Tasev

DEEP POINT

Woe to him who does not even know himself

to defiantly refuse,

or die simply and quietly

- and can't be silent,

he tolerated listening in silence with his mouth closed.

He cannot escape his selfish, judgmental fate:

to a love that...

– by Norbert Tasev

MANIPULATED TEMPTATIONS

Our days become nothing to be manipulated, because we always miss something. We cower like miserable dogs for paltry pittance in front of powerful, good-for-nothing little kings, stooge businessmen, crooked lawyers - and we miss something in every...

– by Norbert Tasev

NIGHTS PREGNANT

Dear My love! I had another horrible-horrible hyena-throat night last night. At three o'clock in the morning a violent arrhythmic palpitation of the heart signalled that my cells and molecules were no longer the same and that something inside me was...

– by Norbert Tasev

SURROUNDED

It's business as usual. Most of us are a babbling bunch of sheep, hesitantly bellowing or explaining catastrophic idiocy! For the worms, maggots, worms, alamus bugs, without exception, always have to bargain with, or even submit to, a superior...

– by Norbert Tasev

LETTER TO MY FRIEND T.

Dear Friend! Have you also decided to leave us alone? You know: I may even agree with your decision, your opinion; with two small children, one can rarely choose between more favourable job offers. When's the last time we've been so goddamn visceral...

– by Norbert Tasev

FULL-GLASS

If it weren't for the big-world back-idiocy of Life imitating the camera; when even noir-clichés are something other than real romance. The actresses chew gum and gumdrops at will, run around with their smartphones during breaks in filming, and when...

– by Norbert Tasev

LIVING THE USELESS FUTURE

You want to hurry it more and more. When you're a child you hysterically demand instant adulthood so you can be taken seriously. When you grow up you are often unable to decide which side you are on. And later, stumbling half a foot to your grave,...

– by Norbert Tasev

AGE-WASTING

Countdown. Like when a baby tries to walk; first he balances on four legs with a hesitant wobble, then he tries a little more daringly on two, then he falls, fidgeting and tumbling. But while one of the babies shakes itself easily and continues to...

– by Norbert Tasev

Litania

I who have travelled all roads: between ironed moods and mother-sad jerks, I have of necessity turned in drooling findings, whorish puppets have fisted at once madness-trend, calculating loves!

I drag myself with swollen legs like a rude crutch: a...

– by Norbert Tasev

WATER CORDS

Like a bruise, cheap, bawdy memories of slaps on the wrist pierce the walls of the soul, the everyday calvary of a murder, even though something only happened upstairs. Maybe they just left their imagination open, surrounded by bars. Maybe they...

– by Norbert Tasev

CLOSING CIRCLE

Compassion may not even be measured. It comes with unexpected swiftness, like silent death or the blockage of blood vessels. It is felt in all directions, but only a very, very few exceptions are those who deserve it. You could at least hope for an...

– by Norbert Tasev

PERSISTENT ROTTING

As the days rush by, I feel as if a sea of fog is rolling over me, the sinister world of sanda-sunyi is coming closer and closer. If I stay on the ground a little longer, I'm already at the point where - perhaps - there's no more.

As the...

– by Norbert Tasev

AS THE BURDENS OF THE EARTH GROW HEAVY...

As Existence first seems to sink, then falls back into itself with a spasmodic cocooning, and seems to crack, like vile clockwork springs, the curvatures proclaimed sacred, involuntary convolutions - the evil-unworthy intrigues, the petty little...

– by Norbert Tasev

SUBTLE DIGGING

Diving out of the total stomach-churning, pre- and post-testing hell-bent on vomiting, when you think you've got it all under control, but the good stuff is yet to come. No one suspected, knew details, just Vates-secrets from the insecure Sors, the...

– by Norbert Tasev

WHO CAN WANT GOOD?!

Why are you still hoping?! Do you think that someone who can easily see that you have collapsed, like a house of cards collapsing quickly and easily, will find out something important about you? That you're in big trouble because the doctor said...

– by Norbert Tasev

THE CALVARY OF MODERN WOMEN IN THE 21ST CENTURY

My sincere congratulations to the ultra-modern, ultra-hot, squeaky-voiced, brain-botoxed Diva ladies of today! The modern age of the modern woman is no longer about the enhancement of her mature knowledge - it's more about the instant and total...

– by Norbert Tasev

WITH ARROWS OF EMOTIONS

Like a hunted, miserable animal lost in the great round forest, And can hardly find its way home, The sacred web of my memories and the finding of the One-False drives me on, Wild thorns tear my old-man's face, But the nymph-daughter of the seas I...

– by Norbert Tasev

PULPING STONE

Today I no longer write about myself as I once did as a grasshopper, when I was trying to take the faintest hesitant steps on the ladder of Life. I am well past thirty now. Often I am still seized with the childish, honeyed desire that I should take...

– by Norbert Tasev

STONE-BOARD

The hours have long since run out... so greedily, and perhaps viscerally never before, he gobbled up the victims and prisoners of Time with a brutally cruel grin, as if he could already know when, where, what was coming. We no longer dare to look...

– by Norbert Tasev

THE CURRENT OUTSIDER IN BUDAPEST

This city is a stranger to me! And I was born here once! During the day, my sore throat is stung by the exhaust fumes and the obscene, obscene human speech, while at night, my eyes are ruined by the twisted, pale light. A faltering soul, confined...

– by Norbert Tasev

BETWEEN TORN MUSINGS

How are storm-torn Golgotha Wounds renewed? The handholds of Being no longer forget While rays' diagonals cross! Through the gaps of torn heart-beats the redeeming hope pierces: it shines through, hesitant as a wounded memory! We should cling to a...

– by Norbert Tasev

NO WAY OUT

Here, my dear, there is hardly any way out left, October is bewitching the trees into red oranges, until they become skeletons with rattling bones, we are one with ourselves on a road consecrated by the vibrating scales of foliage... We have known...

– by Norbert Tasev

EVERYDAY STATIONS

Like a mute, alien star among Men, like a fired, outcast, pitiful little minute-man among the rest; a frateless, and companionless prodigal old-man - I must walk alone, forced to walk the pathlessness of the crooked roads of intent: my shell-maiden,...

– by Norbert Tasev

ORDINARY RUIN-PICTURE

Through the decrees of cruel indifference Like a deaf and dumb shadow The wounded Man stumbles like a deaf and dumb shadow: the detail of passing It would be well to forget, deciphered! Existence: a forced waiting at the gate of another unknown...

– by Norbert Tasev

WORDS OF ACCOUNTABILITY

I don't know if it's a crime or just a hoax, but here I am in a hidden corner of the world where I've been watching a million and one years of a gutting, bustling, populous, strange herd of people. Alas, it is not what it once was: when the writer...

– by Norbert Tasev

ENOUGH OF TOMORROW

People! You too will see that here there can be nothing left but the captivity of Time and Space! The cry of unworthy millennia, piled one on top of the other, then wasted. And somewhere in a gangrened, Martian Nineveh, in the symbolic...

– by Norbert Tasev

SOUL-BODY INTERACTION

When the secret dialogue of things, feelings, gazes, before the deceivable, foolish eyes, is already unnoticed, the often unpredictable instincts and desires of the decoys and shadows are transformed into petty, false essences.

Subject and...

– by Norbert Tasev

Exemplary backbone

On the great Cold Mountain, October's Midas, dripped and moulded from wax changed into a golden age, my half-shy and hesitantly aimless soul lingered aimlessly! The mountain-veterans, with their giant ridges, like magnificent triple kings, like...

– by Norbert Tasev

WISH

Don't tell my little girl, "Daddy, I hate you so much!" - Let her be in a rosy-happy mischievous mood all the time. Let her run lovingly to her mother, and with chubby little hands gently tear her a pearl of pearl blossom. She should not be lonely...

– by Norbert Tasev

WANDERING THE CROOKED ROADS

My colombus-egg teenage dreams were shattered again and again. In the depths of my darkened repository-room, im looking apart, my relationships - if any - have become as light, as smooth as bad, abscessed teeth loosened, ruined. For with struggling,...

– by Norbert Tasev

THE JAWS OF WEAKNESS

Tolerating with half-hearted humility - I've long since discovered and accepted - I must go on! - I cannot lay my cross-questions and cross-questions, as one who, a far traveller, hopes for guidance, To a crowd of men called Men! The system-contexts...

– by Norbert Tasev

A WARNING TO THE MAN

My friend! Listen now to every word, deed and action spoken, for we walk among traitors and traitors, forced to walk, and what you must refuse tomorrow - perhaps - will be your shame on the gallows. You will stand mocked, defeated, ashamed, before...

– by Norbert Tasev

PREFACE POSTPONED

Perhaps the poet was always new. He only began where the unruly, despicable Executioner's Time had already encroached, and ended where the blindfold was closed over his head. His hand was constantly restrained. First the rough, restless years, then...

– by Norbert Tasev

SOCIAL DEPTHS

A vivacious, insidious copper-cedar Kor cannot deceive me. Behind the vain guise of sincerity, sweet-tempered, frothy-mouthed Janus and their botox goddesses would dictate the trendy baton, but why, when the great lowered average beggar-poor-poor?! ...

– by Norbert Tasev

HALFWAY THROUGH THE COUNTDOWN

In his heart beats a mustache, gnawing the boundless helplessness. He who is left alone for ever can have no time and no one. In the stripping of the seasons The twilight dips its rich golden feathers When autumn comes again. He who is left alone...

– by Norbert Tasev

AUTUMN-POEM

You understand Autumn. You cannot deny it. The tamed twilight rays of the shortened, languid days, with their melancholy moods, glimmer in your soul and do not let you go. Thou understand'st: like the tormenting shroud-maid, it falls upon thee and...

– by Norbert Tasev

AS A CLUTCHING STRANGER

How can you remain spotless here, when your soul is already merged in the darkness of the core, and never asks how or how you could have escaped the gallows of your person, the smaller and bigger attacks of your Jelened?! For friends and...

– by Norbert Tasev

LIKE SOMEONE CAUGHT IN THE RED

He consciously ripens within himself, like a negro seed Between Life and Death, the survival of everyday life. Those constantly preparing for a long journey should not yet be dragging on the already precious Time.

From wall to wall you can...

– by Norbert Tasev

ATTIC REFLECTION

I went up to the attic, no longer a pumpkin-headed brat, but a dreamy old man in his thirties. The diagonally sloping wooden staircase really shook me. A dank, deathly smell hit my olfactory senses. As if darkness were a silent enemy rather than a...

– by Norbert Tasev

LIFE-CRUMBS

My friend, he who does not cheat, steal, lie, shall fall to the ground in short, and worms shall devour his flesh and bones. He's in the shadows, and waits for years, days, months, for a benefit, a raise, a pension correction. And yet he lives a...

– by Norbert Tasev

IN THE JUNGLES OF EVERYDAY LIFE

If existence had taught me to avoid its merciless and often unjust judgments, I should certainly not have been a chattering, stumbling, half-wit boy, but rather a tough man of steel, blessed with charlatanism, who meets the world's oppressive...

– by Norbert Tasev

ANNO THE 90'S

We can only really understand each other: the old, never-agreeing accomplices, the outcast and the silent friend abandoned at the dawn of childhood. We have but to look at each other with a wink, and our milk teeth, long since fallen out, have...

– by Norbert Tasev

FAREWELL TO HARLEQUIN

Slowly, my memories of peace and tranquillity, which I once clung to with violence and convulsion, are leaving me, slowly, black birds with the smell of executioners are cawing ominously and cynically above me. Slowly, a deep vibrating cello sonata...

– by Norbert Tasev

FEELING-VERSE

To paint a generous coordinate system of feelings secretly playing hide-and-seek in the engravings of familiar faces. For in the excessively superficial world outside, honesty as the only viable option has long since disappeared.

Insidious...

– by Norbert Tasev

FATE-NEED

The man who, unexpectedly and suddenly, is left to himself - though he is shaken, shuddered - but still he goes to meet the hangman's, bitter-smelling Fate. No friends, no eternal immortal loves, No mischievous, childish rainbow clinging To the...

– by Norbert Tasev

IN OUR TIME

IN OUR TIME, where chess games are played with atomic bombs by soft dictators, while the people are either brainwashed, laughing or miserable, and where even in childhood the very young child is taught: "My dear son! What can the silent, mute poet...

– by Norbert Tasev

IN-SIGHT

IN-SIGHT


Torn rainbows, detrimental, detached remnants, cast shadows drift down alleyways in deserted yards. Reirloom bean, or even worn-out clothespins, the whore's soul, teaching us to endure and survive at all costs. It bumps here and there...

– by Norbert Tasev

DAWN PONDERING

I would tell you, Dearest, if I were not surrounded for seconds by a volcanic nervous disturbance, and perhaps my restless child-self would be a little calmer. At three in the morning the clattering of a freight train woke me, like a lonely shelter...

– by Norbert Tasev

SORTS

To think that I might have been born a seer, I should not now have to look with suspicion and suspicion on the Galad-Gaul World and the increasingly easily bribed man in it. If I should meet a child-souled adult, I would curiously befriend him...

– by Norbert Tasev

QUESTION COMPLIANCE

Listen and watch, the soft, careful twilight falls unnoticed on the scales of falling rozsa-mart leaves. He gently knocks the cotton candy puffs of the rain-stricken skies all the way through. Crows toddler in reddish Avar when the evening comes....

– by Norbert Tasev

STARTING FROM MYSELF

I'm not looking everywhere now. - Muff is bad because it can't do anything else, and little kings drive around in Ferraris V.I.P. party queens. Teenage girls give birth to premature babies who are left in incubator cages on purpose, because they...

– by Norbert Tasev

HOOK BILLING AND COOING

 



The cumbersome chips of the pastures press on my chest. Maybe only they can know the Truth. I would draw my face to the former, because Vanhoz – is afraid - I can hardly have anything to do with it. Who can live in my prolific,...

– by Norbert Tasev

IMMUNITY PRIVATE SPEECH

 
Like a snail shell, I waited motionless for years ... I would have waited for some celestial signal, a cacifant message, a spirit-intelligible dance of melodies, a call from the Dear when he confessed: maybe he still loves me golden, his...

– by Norbert Tasev

LONGING

Without exception, we cheered together, in chorus: “We finally graduated! There is no more who can torment us! After open humiliations, our favorite teachers could hardly have found a target "- As our festive colored balloons flew, our restless...

– by Norbert Tasev

BREATHING WITH HEART

In the yellow room, faded, memory-evoking photographs patiently invite people to remember. The sweet, gentle scent of pink hyacinths caresses the air. Outside, in the garden, the old peach trees have long since shed their sweet, twiggy fruit, and...

– by Norbert Tasev

THEATRE-RAPHSODY

You see, my friend, everything is already working against us. Shards of light from a collapsing, spacious sky, like a scalpel or a sharpened knife tip, send us its cumbersome bricklaying every day. We no longer even discuss or investigate who was...

– by Norbert Tasev

HUMILIATING WHISPER

I've known for a long time, there's no need for nicknames, false promises, or words. I would have to finally set out bravely without even looking back, slamming doors and windows behind me.


Those who have been honored to meet me so far will...

– by Norbert Tasev

PULLABLE TORSO DOLLS

Why is it that nowadays you can only be a puppet on the chessboard of your life and not a person who lives and thrives?! On the branch of a spiral vortex, your existence is torn apart, and the expensive promises of treasure, promised salary...

– by Norbert Tasev

EXIT

Everything swam there, ran aground...

It was as if I had been left alone for good in that fatal disinfectant-smelling, stale urine-smelling hospital corridor, where the Beloved, who broke up with me because of my lack of money, my Sisyphus, gave...

– by Norbert Tasev

LETTER TO K.

We are standing at the aged, carefree gate of Autumn. In front of me is the space cabin of a gutted, former push-button telephone booth, in which a push-button telephone is sold. I ask: Does everything come to such a fate? An object that has no...

– by Norbert Tasev

MY ORPHANED HONOR

In a dog-like way, I have often imagined myself filling the present of those eternally sinful minutes! I may be an orphan and often and in many ways a coward and a hypocrite, but I have an honor that fills my existence and is sanctified by the...

– by Norbert Tasev

REMEMBER FOR SEPTEMBER

(To N.K. with love)

It was September, and in the summer volcanic and scorching sauna, the Cyclops-eyed sunbeam shed its rays of light and its crimson smile on me! All of a sudden he, perhaps sent down to earth as a chosen ray of hope by divine...

– by Norbert Tasev

WAVELENGTH OF PEACE

Could Peace mean a quintessential harmony in everyone with the balance symphonies of the soul, and with the harmonious Atlantis islands, which all the people who exist, breathe and strive to exist want to create? - How fragile and how vulnerable and...

– by Norbert Tasev

I ask myself

"What would you say, besmirched in your half-heartedness - I said to myself - what would you say with your stumbling and stumbling boy and willow poet status if the great One came, to whom you would offer the rest of your remaining life as a sacred...

– by Norbert Tasev

CHILDREN'S ADVENTURE

It was just dawning. The Cyclops eye of the Sun still rose above the horizon, still asleep and blind. While the others were sleeping in a small wooden house, I, a small, toddler, sneaked out among the bers. He welcomed being a prosecutor like a good...

– by Norbert Tasev

AS IF THEY WERE EMBARRASSED

 



In a brainwashed past-future riddled with delusions, when even the gallant man slips back into himself, while the eternally revolving Time rages and fights with the returning Infinity. In the presence of body odor, everything surrounds...

– by Norbert Tasev

PREDICTION ABOUT MYSELF

When my chewed-up bones will soon be laid before decomposing worms and beetles, will and blind luck will still flicker on top of the rich, undeserved booty, when they have already been buried.


Even in the last hour, the beating pericardium...

– by Norbert Tasev

FROM WHOM EVERY DAY

 



An alarmed desire to escape on a loop of violated Soul, maybe only for a few minutes. An alarmed pecking at the backyard of self-confidence that has been humiliated to dust. It is becoming more and more difficult to rediscover true...

– by Norbert Tasev

Boundaries of emotions

Beneath Faces The dusty layer of time, dim memories, and all compromised, faked, or just beauty-born kitsch and fakeness peels off all at once - until in the end, everyday life that creates wrinkles is left bare and shriveled.
Human emotions...

– by Norbert Tasev

BEING TRENDY

Party queens with botoxed, glued-together faces melt like wax into V.I.P.-scented luxury lives. Here and afar, not a single honest-truthful look can miss the pleading pleadings of their dusky, fish-lipped fish-lips restored with exaggerated...

– by Norbert Tasev

Unparalleled probability

In the chilling wilderness of our earthly destiny, two people can hardly make order out of romances. Angry gorillas and bushes of insidious creepers strictly follow the precise geometric rules of healthy coexistence. Only the muscular, athletic,...

– by Norbert Tasev

Bright spasm circus

After the mass psychosis of stadium construction and the one-tanker obsession that was proclaimed to be indecent, was it not enough that the rotting plaster on the snow-covered walls of life-saving public hospitals and crèches yawns a grave, that...

– by Norbert Tasev

BITTER GAME

Just follow me! Roar off my busa head. Run boldly into your loss, - what is practiced nowadays cannot be a sufficient argument or complaint, even if the withered, stunted democracy must be given time. It binds a person in shackles, like a wolf with...

– by Norbert Tasev

Survival paradox

Those who survived the petty squabbles of heroic loves that barely die, the suicidal thoughts of tragically perishing break-up attempts, and didn't stay or waste away on purpose in the mess of saw-toothed railway tracks just because he could get...

– by Norbert Tasev

THE RESCUER ISLAND HARBOR

For my illness, you give me medicine as a gift, every day, with a sincere and clear conscience alive from your crimson chalices! – It is because of you that within my skull of incorporeal and malleable matter they condense into a solid thought and...

– by Norbert Tasev

ADMONITION

I'm going to be woken up many more times today. Who would have thought long ago that there would be a time when it would be better to hide, or to rest like moles in the ground. To disappear like a wild trail, whimsical and sudden, and to fold myself...

– by Norbert Tasev

Pilgrim ghosts

We stumble upon a cemetery a day, a crypt-smelling Pantheon. The uncertain unknown hell is chasing our increasingly upset souls. They carve cryptic connections into infinite Time instead of themselves.

What kind of life ends in birth, since...

– by Norbert Tasev

Complexity of things not visible

Outside you can't see the line of gaps, the ornate gates, the scarred windows that lead down into the depths of Golgotha's walked souls. A single tearful plea, a squeezed daily movement, defines our ruined days.

Thrown, witnessing stones all...

– by Norbert Tasev

Unnoticeable care

A blessedly caring, faithful woman's hand stood in the lake, and it will not change my fate. He already wastes every pitiful minute left to me for the house of cards of unnecessary illusions - not so much -, his delightfully sweet, flaming...

– by Norbert Tasev

A FRACTIONAL-WORD PRAYER

In the crowded details of reality, the lamp-light of rising dawns Soon fade, fade; between depth and height There can be no way out but through a crying chasm! Space will be transformed into sound; in the tender touch of a single loving fingertip...

– by Norbert Tasev

THE TRACKS OF PERMANENT

Human life is rushing extremely and screaming like a fast train that no longer wants to forget and remember at all, on the numbered tracks of mortality! A pre-planned and Damocles ominous strategy: Death forces its mobile puppets into a chess game! ...

– by Norbert Tasev

SELF-SPECTION

( Slowly turning to myself )

Believe me with a calm and reconciled heart: I was just a little stubborn and lying with my child's head! And for only one comforting eternal grasp moment-percence, I believed that my mother would always forgive me,...

– by Norbert Tasev

TRUE EARTH VALUES

Mischievous child voices haunt the merry and perfect morning hour by hour, nervously fiddling with lightning knives between the six-story elephant towers of the houses, and the Sun threatens. And like a fashion flower...

– by Norbert Tasev

WHAT I SEE LESS LATER TODAY

One must first keep track of not growing up too soon! Stay a clown, a joking conductor for a lifetime like a gray and annihilated orphan among strangers! For if you break into the human public consciousness early on, you will forget about being an...

– by Norbert Tasev

EPILOGUE

For twenty-six years, my mother’s creative hand cared for blindly, and I inherited the lion-macies of my character from my good father, along with the unexplained volcanic eruptions of my moods! – Maybe, that at one...

– by Norbert Tasev

THE FLOWER OF WATER-LILY

Oh, that delicious s superstitious color! The emerald-looking scaly-green, which the trees wear as a balling cloth in the summer rippling, drunken intoxication when only the very first Cyclops spark, the Sunbeam, which gives blessed fertility, lands...

– by Norbert Tasev

FRIED PIGEON

What I gave as long-lasting minute time treasures, appreciating every priceless moment, I wanted to gather with careful cricket modesty with stubborn selfishness! Now, I would expect memories of long-lived physical and critical blade wounds as a...

– by Norbert Tasev

CHANGING HOPE

The days are graying again and the milk is being taken into the fog! Man must lie on a panther night and run after work as a bitter breadwinner! – Many would not believe, s imagine – how monotonous and monotonously infinite every little moment...

– by Norbert Tasev

THE FULL OF DOUBT

In the secret corner of my soul, cherished by no one, my little nook is chewed by a tiny man, whispering and riding my ears! ,, Listen to yourself! beware because the world can trample! ” - whispers with murderous self-awareness the petrified and...

– by Norbert Tasev

THE PARADISE OF HARMONIA

Maybe it was just some long-lost pain-sighs, and I was looking for a soul rupture, always in a defining and trying soul shape! The eternal secret, and the miracle that transcends heaven in the eyes, and as a coveting peace symphony longing for...

– by Norbert Tasev

AGE-PICTURE IN 2010

A lot of human soul bells roar, a message as preaching words in many people, a desperate remorse like millions of little tiny souls of crystal shards, when, as a single noble task, they can finally unite in complete order, the eternal law of...

– by Norbert Tasev

YOUR LOVE LIFE

Thank you for the golden rule of faithful cowardice: escape, that the fragile hourglass of your existence is still together! Thank you for the watchful and watchful glances of the eternal end and your guardian angel for smuggling the essential peace...

– by Norbert Tasev

HEART-RELATED LAST TIME

Every little memory should be shattered, like the twin-masters of crystal mirrors, and hidden deep in seven-seal handcuffs on the loneliest northern corner of the cold stone soul! Like the whims of the non-fresh autumn season and the goblins of...

– by Norbert Tasev

INCREDIBLE REASONS

If all of a sudden your things turned out that way, that the transport of oxygen in the twilight blood tunnels would stop in your calcium and sick bones, what would you say and what would you say to a life-and-death world and only fighting each...

– by Norbert Tasev

BETWEEN GOALS

We continue to struggle and fight like machines and machines. The best of our time is doomed to mortality around the numbered pages of our own existence! And whatever we go into: Our creative footprint to age our cultural footprint as a legacy is...

– by Norbert Tasev

LAST ROAD-INITATION

He stabbed and stigmatized the pain with his spikes that matched his stabbing knives and stigma signals! The vascular system of my heart has been splitting for days since its long and monotonous line! with his cruel chains and thorns penetrating my...

– by Norbert Tasev

MAKE THINK ABOUT

The dying minutes of years, in the manner of dutiful elders, give man advice, and as wise and tangible instructions of compasses, force the labyrinths of the fertile brain to think! Man, as a traveler who wants to forget...

– by Norbert Tasev

MUD THROWER AGE-STYLE

It often happens involuntarily in the self-awareness to judge the other as one-sided – man's actions or conscience - even though we really and really don't know ourselves enough! I try to get to know my self's often morphing and exhausted conscience...

– by Norbert Tasev

THINGS DEPTH SECRETS

And I see the old childish man who, at a young age, in the shadow of the large quince tree in the crab garden, blessed with his grandmother in the lap of a protective shadow shelter, matured the scent of sweetness on the ground in the...

– by Norbert Tasev

ROMANTIC SOUL-SHORE

The unspeakable seduction magic is tormented and captured, many times in the prison of a pure feeling in love with two human heartbeats, the sealed and holy vow: how much I love-I would even sacrifice- At a moment, you can be happy here with a sure...

– by Norbert Tasev

THE EXPENSIVE TIME

On the angel face, the iron-tooth-time has ploughed groove-memorials! The Time: A pilgrimage place of soul wounds and scar-wounds that are fleeting and ever-wishing to be forgotten! With each small and decisive fragment-memory we have locked in our...

– by Norbert Tasev

FRIENDLY ATLANTIS

I am no longer able to look for a real friend among strangers because of my brooding, introvertedness! It is as if my constantly alarming and screaming conscience is constantly telling me: "All desperate and aspiring hopes are futile!"- People have...

– by Norbert Tasev

FUNERAL PRAYER

A gloomy and twilight thinning disturbed my peaceful sleep! - The feather-princes of dark cavillers knocked at my window with past invocations, and with their secret ceremonial voices of doom opened the otherworld of the graveyard! - Many a time...

– by Norbert Tasev

PESSIMISTIC OPTIMISM

I know that I am a guest but a stranger in the bustling human market of this great big city! I have sought in my existence the home of the hard-working and gentle workaday, and I have worked cleaning and polishing to make forty office rooms shine...

– by Norbert Tasev

YOUR SENTIENT PHONENDOSCOPE-SELF

Lilies: that was all your joy. You gathered every tiny trumpet-flower of last year's lily-ladies with your fragile swan-hands in the brown waterfalls of your chestnut hair, with the gentle touch of falling petals. I looked upon thee with a broken...

– by Norbert Tasev

CAPTIVITY

A cold and half-cold bird in a cage: our soul-body is imprisoned in the doomed bone-prison of our mortality since we came into the world! - We shall be more and more pressed by the all-knowing organic restlessness: every little bell-clang of our...

– by Norbert Tasev

WITH SINCERE CONFIDENCE TO THE WIFE

It will surely happen: I will have browned, rock-hard potato skins and worn, drought-riddled biscuits for my daily and only meal! People will laugh with useless ruthlessness, trample me underfoot, and with no regard for humanity, with the product of...

– by Norbert Tasev

A DAY OF PHILOSOPHISING

"Why do you complain, with your constant and gloomy pessimism, that the gift of life is untrue, that you are torn and crucified like a prisoner on a cross for twelve hours a day, that you do not have enough to earn your bread to pay the rent, and...

– by Norbert Tasev

IN THE DIGITAL AGE

We live in a digital age: television and films abound, and digital media and computing are building up the impressionable fascination of our present, that we should serve the future with tooth and nail and literacy! Books: witnesses of the ages, and...

– by Norbert Tasev

CALVARY

How alone I was, and alone in the solitude of my prison of prodigality, in the full responsibility of my life's creation, in the single-minded determination of my purpose! On the small and independent island of walls of my home, a safe haven, I...

– by Norbert Tasev

ATTEMPT AT COMPASSION

Who will ever be whom with unconditional loyalty I dare to let in through the secret gates of my heart in the heartfelt humility of trust? Who will be the fortunate chosen One who, with all-forgiving X-ray eyes, Can search me in search of the Truth,...

– by Norbert Tasev

TO HOPE

At the feasting frenzy of rich tables - I confess frankly - I am terrified, and I am constantly terrified! I wonder if there will be any more intimate and idyllic moments of family and soul-warming togetherness, and any remaining minutes treasuring...

– by Norbert Tasev

MAKE YOU THINK

The dying minutes of years, like dutiful old men, counseling man, and like compasses, their wise and tangible directions forcing the labyrinths of the fertile brain to ponder! Man, as a traveller who longs to forget, and to reckon with all that has...

– by Norbert Tasev

LAST DAY

When the day will come when mortality will be cut like a phalanx, when my strength as a walker will have waned and my biological clock, which is in the prison of my body, will have struck its last and fatal minutes of life, when every word we say to...

– by Norbert Tasev

Reconking

If your biological members have already become skeletons, and your existence has faded away like a mortal frivolity of dust, please stop for one lasting moment, the all-defining moment, and ponder the philosophical questions that sum up your...

– by Norbert Tasev

FAITHFUL WAITING

Faithfully waiting for the sustenance of my only reliable and hitherto never failing existence, my beating heart, which toils day and night in ceaseless toil, is only a clickety-clack. It is waiting for the inevitable and all-determining,...

– by Norbert Tasev

RUSHING THROUGH THE DAYS

The days alternate like autumn with winter, or the darkness of night with the serene mornings, everything turns and moves, keeping the fleeting minutes of infinite time in a sane and circular motion, and so quickly the month of January, the month of...

– by Norbert Tasev

Soul spaces

From my eyes there flowed only the coagulated eyeballs of honest incredulity; chains of true pearls were lined up under my baggy eyes like clumps of onion-clumps! In feverish, timeless grayness, my rebellious finger-tips grope ever after...

– by Norbert Tasev

REQUEST FOR QUESTIONS

(With love to V.R.)

Thirty-one? Is it true you're sooner gone than ever! Did you think so? In many a ordeal with tearful dioptre Thou didst put the gauntlet down, but always with head held high, never giving up, Thou didst accept the challenge!...

– by Norbert Tasev

IN 1983

It was in this year that old T.N. The unemployed, the eternal beauty of Münchhausen, the romantic suitor and vulnerable newborn troubadour, saw the light of day. he was not fed fertile breast milk and almost fell asleep in his cot, clinging greedily...

– by Norbert Tasev

VICTIMS OF WORK

It's getting further and further away from the ground of reality...
I am aware of my limits and my presence of mind! Sooner I'll become a pessimist, and I'll have to spend more time in front of locked doors! - Nothing is as valuable as it used to...

– by Norbert Tasev

THE CROSS OF MY SLIPS

My stumbling blocks are barely steady, but they stumble on and on, and my conscience is in the end a wreck! - Something I have lost - which, perhaps, was never really mine, Yet with crystal-beads scattered in the trenches of my eyes I have endured...

– by Norbert Tasev

PERSISTENT RISK

As the justly blind who sees before him the goal, the opportunity, the human star face That would pledge his life to him, and yet he does not ask, cannot keep, the familiar gestures and the sign language searching in faces: he stops and his...

– by Norbert Tasev

LOCATE

It would be nice to settle down slowly: in some secret present, in an intimate handshake, in the protection of unconscious Morse codes, in the crossfire of disarming glances! Some secret atmosphere - a place where we...

– by Norbert Tasev

BREATHING ON THE OUTSIDE

The vulnerable soul guards the silence of its solitude! On the road, on the way, the foot drags and carries the burden of trials within itself! And at last the will can only conquer The world's impromptu tribunal! The way-route that tries man, and...

– by Norbert Tasev

FORBIDDEN ADMISSION

At such a time I think, foolishly and foolishly, with compassionate remorse, If I could look up in the all-embracing sky A tiny, luminous comet with my heart's infinite love I would shower, And like the selfish man who cares only for his own...

– by Norbert Tasev

FOR MY MOTHER

I see my mother. Her twenty-year-old face.
She is not threatened by the dangerous tear of a furrow,
Twelve hours she has taken,
and her lips rather closed and sealed,
She never meant to complain!

His straight sword-flower's body,
like a bow,...

– by Norbert Tasev

INVIOLABLE PROHIBITION

I gently unfurl the wings of my handkerchief: I take care of the vulnerability of your fingers! Your outstretched swan-hand's valley-menace beckons me. It bends towards me in a subtle curve, silent, on a continent of fragrant paper. The Nessus-pain...

– by Norbert Tasev

FOR A YOUNG-OLD MAN

Ridiculous vagabond or trite confessor, Pathetic nobody of cheaply smuggled and secretly stolen flies! What are you waiting for? You should earn money for your musings, your thinking skulls, floating in the soup of the intellect of well-to-do...

– by Norbert Tasev

SOMETHING IS STILL TO COME!

Objects often call to me: the bunk-bed which my father chose with careful stubbornness: "This will do just fine for him", and the battered, battered, worn-out veteran's table: the bugs of time have stained it with shame! How dare I believe in the...

– by Norbert Tasev

EARTH-HEARTS, HUMAN-STARS

Silent still, silent again is the world at large: No rose-dawn shall comfort the dead, As the morning that wakes our dreams, when I wake! I listen to the dawn-whistle of bouncing car-seats all day long - In vain do the dull thinkers curse and curse...

– by Norbert Tasev

HARDEST DECISION

It was the hardest: to see and discover soul-continents in the eyes of the stars! To fall in love with a lost delusion with the usual frivolity, free of rice-talk and sincere telepathy: we could have been happy somewhere! Well-fenced prison walls,...

– by Norbert Tasev

STOCK-TACKING

Were there loving and teasing compliments, flirtatious pranks, nonsense, streaming shower-floods that swan-face enclosed like a fence within itself? were there heavenly hearts listening to the fire of my serenade burning the bunches of my...

– by Norbert Tasev

SISYPHUS PREDICTION

I came from the katlan-holds of the high hills, tempted by howling wolves, carrying the memories of happy consciousnesses, rolling invisible Sisyphus stones on eternal days, like one who in summer picks up a mark, to cast in spring, to pine in...

– by Norbert Tasev

PRECARIOUS EXISTENCE

Stormy hurricane-force winds are coming. Whipping rain threatens. Between heaven's vault and creating earth, raging voices are raging! Bullets of glass, teardrops of tears, bounce from the sad eyes of windows. On the ridges of muscular spines the...

– by Norbert Tasev

COMPLAINT

I listened to the whispers of voices in fertile silence - I waited: slowly, deliberately, patiently! Compassion must have possessed me for moments - To my compliments' euphemisms all-all answered with a smile! It clung like a...

– by Norbert Tasev

IN A RANGE OF CLAYS

On uncertain, material soil I have carried back My ancient-foot possessions, And up on the ocean of heaven's waving sadness They sparkle till they touch the ground! - Can I feel no more, can I not with hold nor hold Allow my sinking...

– by Norbert Tasev

SILENCE-CRATER

Facial fissures fill up instantly, they crack like craters down deep. On the mountain opposite stands the prophet's house.- Love poisons with faint sighs: signs of life in tears, painful scars.
Death's keys are tapped by heartache. I am...

– by Norbert Tasev

THROUGH DIAMOND PILLARS

On the old man's horizon of the valley-backs, The starry glow is farewell: When the cool down-steam rises, From the fields of orphaned maiden-hair, Thyself will be at peace. The sun's knife-edge fight, With its poisonous thorn-buggish chains, Soon...

– by Norbert Tasev

FIREWORKS

Black is the sky above the valley, like a lonely Methuselah, who is left alone and has no one! To the left of it, a motorway, a tiny town dormant in the valleys. Among the scaly foliage of the trees, the sunlight walks a mischievous and mischievous...

– by Norbert Tasev

SINGER MORSE-SIGN

I locked all the doors, wooden boxes, I even nailed up the shutters if there were any left! The wandering fugitives of my four quarters still knock at my window with the weight of the day! - Here is the smallest room, made...

– by Norbert Tasev

CELLULAR ROMANTICISM

Gloomy darkness. Starless all-ness-magan. Fated ones feel such a sickening persecution When suddenly they are condemned: From scapegoats to mere victims, expendable dust! Some Methuselah's burden the proud sea bears With its pregnant waves of siege....

– by Norbert Tasev

PICTURE OF LIFE

It comes, it goes, it knocks, and then suddenly the time-fragment of dying minutes leaps on. To my room I wander like a bamboozled frog. The streets' black maws, like plundered, burnt-out graves, craters stare back at me. - In starry darkness all is...

– by Norbert Tasev

DOUBLE-TRACK SILENCE

Closed doors open before me again,
A yawning rift of sky-holes threatens to stab me with lightning's knife-tips if I'm not careful, I'll be careful. - All things here greet me as familiar: the cathedral, long since better days, the lofty row of...

– by Norbert Tasev

PESSIMISTIC DAY-REMAINS

The pessimistic weekdays were many, the worn, useless school desks and the climbing Sisyphus ticket: insufficient - for the most part - and sufficient. The crossfire of promising eyes of treachery, and the piteous verdict of the inquisitions lurking...

– by Norbert Tasev

FACE-PLASTERS

Outside, the tears are besieging the fragile face-blind. But within, in the globes of eyes, in the globes of retinas, the reality of sadness has become more probable and vulnerable! We cherish for a while the apparent pain, the ruins of emotions, as...

– by Norbert Tasev

THE WELL-BEING OF EXISTENCE

I have gone through life at full unchanged speed! The treasures of smells, wonders and emotions evaporated behind me - I did nothing as I should have done through the eyes of others: I was influenced by the tiny molecules of unknown...

– by Norbert Tasev

PLANET-EYES

What a fertile calm. Perhaps it is the time of immortal fulfilment, that is why he is so content. Harmonious to move here now. unnecessary activity cherished as a caring parent by Time! - We are still here; in the consummate immortality of the All,...

– by Norbert Tasev

UNDER THE CROWD

Babits and Arany stood guard over his prestigious desk like two living, otherworldly princes. The two prophet-heralds on the tired, weathered mountain of culture, the serious-minded Babits, cherishing his humanism of humanity, as Rippl-Rónai...

– by Norbert Tasev

COSMOS BARGAINING

Knock-knock, cat-kat; thundering bullets hit the windows. Perhaps this is how the ominous sky sends us hidden messages from the stars: A shower of a million tears, meteor and comet, Bombard the winds with impudence and sadness! Man is often better,...

– by Norbert Tasev

The street

The proud and frivolous signs of neglect are everywhere, drawing every street corner to themselves, welcoming them in! The shadows of the hidden places in the alleyways of the streets are growing! They grow in the false consciousness that they can...

– by Norbert Tasev

WASTING

Thou caressest me no more with thy gentle hand: for on all eternal and holy occasions I have waited for thee to cheer me! Now all the sacred places where you once left the exotic lines of your delicate feet are empty and empty. Thou wast a clever...

– by Norbert Tasev

OFFERING SIEVE

You should sleep! In soft, embracing laps, To escape back to budding caresses, And leave me free and rich, To be comforted by my dear mother's caring hand - In times of fate-turning delights, to beckon! For any one may say anything! Can chant and...

– by Norbert Tasev

THE DAWNING OF THE UNIVERSE

And when a man sins a little and falls into sin: He gurgles chocolates down his throat with improper methods, He gives final honour to one-man cakes to passions as lofty and sublime as being in love! To become one: with the immortal and yet...

– by Norbert Tasev

THE SHACKLES OF LOYALTY

Yet sometimes on your diamond bridesmaids of stars you appear, And in the lily-white court of your swan-face the embers of ashes come to life! A scarce visible thorn-barrier pricks eternally The tender petals of their haughty hearts! From our eyes,...

– by Norbert Tasev

HAUNTING

Now the sky opens its great blue trellises, And the parting cold tears, like stifling little glass marbles, With pain in themselves, while down below in the ant's nest of the cold landscape The scaly trees rustle their rusted leaves for the last...

– by Norbert Tasev

SILENT DIALOGUE

With restless, questioning eyes I kept looking at you... From what unknown planet, from what distant, earthly continent, has Destiny guided me? With thee I would have stepped to the heights, And besieged the immortal altars of thy love with my...

– by Norbert Tasev

OVERPLUS?

Why do you feel like a surplus here and a banished stranger? You can't even afford to pay your rent with your cheap light bulbs; you crawl here and there on the backbone of life, accusing yourself, like a false judge who is afraid of the truth, "How...

– by Norbert Tasev

THE PROMISE OF HAPPINESS

The black birds have made their lazy haunts in the branches, Their teeth must be shivering considerably, And their squawking must be the trumpet of fear! Now many more are seeking the sky; Silent Nothing is empty, and its silent indifference covers...

– by Norbert Tasev

CONTEMPLATING IN THE DARKNESS

Now, like a dumb, reckless murderer, the mad, frightened Solitude came upon my life: and then I began to say to myself, "If thou dread and fear Tomorrow, at least stretch and cherish the world of Today!"- And among so many endless things, the Goal...

– by Norbert Tasev

IN THE CONFINE

I am now making a good effort to move silently to the edge of Life. Even looking around myself, there is still a dark crater of clamorous lightlessness outside! I ought to become silent as a pill, like tears in tired and empty eye-sockets, and...

– by Norbert Tasev

TOOTH AND NAIL

By now the tea was a faint shadow of warm pleasantness, and the filter was like a swamp algae-animal swimming in it. The young man who could survive the cold in shivering annihilation was growing weaker, and secretly realised that perhaps every...

– by Norbert Tasev

BOISTEROUSLY

In the path of motor-cars the frozen vapour would still be wasted: To shards of shimmering stars the human breath with deliberate slowness is broken! - Here the street's wailing wail may never wail again. Morning hangovers frolic and revel in their...

– by Norbert Tasev

REALITY-WARNING

Waking from bed, trapped, humiliated, to wake up to the Real: the Universe that can be kept is now suddenly shattered to pieces, as once we were bewitched: the flirtatious winking eyes of eye-balls, a lock of hair left orphaned, or a confession of...

– by Norbert Tasev

MUSIC OF DRUMBEATS

In the wasted prison cell of my room, barely seventeen square metres, I received the devastating news: You are married, and I can hardly - I can only - compliment you in verses! You chestnut-eyed, ripe chocolate-haired fairy. Thy frail, dirty...

– by Norbert Tasev

BREATH-ARC

There was only one glimmer. Like a chorus of sky-bombs, flying, whistling grenades, the wild hyena roar of the sky when they hit. The unshakeability of adolescence - in vain - I still carry! Perhaps the greatest of all my baneful shots is the...

– by Norbert Tasev

TABLE TO CITY

The milky mist slowly settles over the steaming valley, and the dawn mist embraces the old-age veterans of the mountains. Clustered houses are visible on the widening horizon, and the worries are thickening. One is still sharpening one's razor blade...

– by Norbert Tasev

SUBMERGED CONSCIOUSNESS

I wanted to lie in your arms, to bow my orphaned, boyish head. So I dreamed of heaven, of possible fulfillment! In the halos of found harmony, without the old consciousness of barriers and ropes, to bathe in the dark stream of your bug-eyed eyes, -...

– by Norbert Tasev

In the look

In the untold moment, when the pearl of truth was shattered in your dark eyes, I saw shooting stars shining in a haloed wreath. And at once we did not touch ourselves, but our hearts became each other's watchful, caring keeper! In the lake of my...

– by Norbert Tasev

PLAINT-WALLS

Soon they will leave me - like my acquaintances, my Years! The embittered memories, like moments of yew-flower, May once in a while, if I will, rise again: If I am not enveloped by the amber tendrils of Nothing, like conscious indifference and...

– by Norbert Tasev

WAKE TO REALITY

To hide, to escape. With the cheaply-measured weights of Tomorrows on my limbs, painted green-blue by the aching vengeance! I should hide - yes, hide in the deep hiding-places of blessed-hearted mothers. Unfold while you can the unknown safety-net...

– by Norbert Tasev

SAUNTER-LOSS

Even now, with the watchword of deliberate calm, The wandering clouds wander, three stone mountains with their curved muscular ridges Gently spreading in the bosom of the fertile valley, Standing with unruffled conviction the siege of the World! And...

– by Norbert Tasev

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