The rivers of my time run wild
As I ascend the scaffold of my life
The Icarus wings of mine
Ingrown deeper than
The Dead Sea scrolls of
Qumran
If I stay among the alive
I’ll be more dead than the
Ancient skull of Tutankhamun
My memory tree
Stripped bare of its leaves
See them burning crosses
NOVUS ORDO SECLORUM
The desert pain of runaways
So bound to enslave
My ivy eyes taste freedom
Go wild among the havoc of the
Gladiators crowds
Fury dances in Spartacus’
Berserker’s trance
Walk with the Giants
Higher than the stars can shine
I cut loose the
The anchor of illusion
Just to hunt the glory on
Nina, Pinta
and Santa Maria’s
Wind hungry masts
Walk with the Giants
Tiny man mocks the mystery of
Geometry and time
Under the bohemian Montmartre sun
Epileptic tremors
Lead me to the master mind that
Spawned “Crime and Punishment”
Dark lines
I drown among the heart demons
Deep down
Walk with the Giants
I thrust the tree of madness with
The Praetorian sword
In AD 41
The flames of fear scream in
Germanicus’ devilish son
I’d bless the blind eyes
Beside the holy killer Saul
In his no way back to carry the
Bethlehem light
Opium dream opens the gates of
My soulmate romantic poets’ Kubla Khan
03.01.2021,
Bialystok city, Poland
“ I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.” – William Shakeshpeare
