...so she went out, to the kitchen, she was thirsty, as a woman – can be – turns the fool man’s head the tap was turned, – easily chilled brook across the chromed tiny mouth swayed with dignity and pleasure silent source of controlled drops started falling on her hands, and splattered all over her face, stood there, naked, and just smiled. – Will I be the one, who turns the tap off? 0215 2021 L’ambrus
Earth. With its dizzying speed of rotation around the Sun measured in hours per kilometer about a hundred and eighty thousand! Outside. The invisible chorion is the space with its frozen tongues that licks off the thickest skin off anyones’ loopy face heartwarming two hundred and seventy Celsius – breath! in airless minus… And here she comes into the scene, the Woman, in fact: the second Sun – as a wayfarer as a strange binded meteorite – swinging through the kitchen – above the hot pan, starts talking about sustainability and livelihood: „I want to be safe!” /– so do I honey…/ 0215 2021 L’ambrus
Daniel licked a pussy asks, was I good? Sure, are you such good in everything else? 0217 2021 L’ambrus
‘cause always the case is like this: while one is well the other is the opposite after that? swap! but such will never happen that reaching to the same bowl- at the same time: all of them... – well and you my friend, from which direction are you making the rumble? – ‘cause, hey! how big is the dog and his fatty head, especially when it’s fully fed. /more sausage, anyone?/ 1216 2020 L’ambrus
my dear, sweet good... America is there any bigger brooch now, as the shit(e) which glitters in gold on a diva, as the inauguration that sinks into a Super Bowl’s ceremonies depths, and while the world from one shitty year, splashes onto an other slippery bucket, the other side, the rock hard golfer tail, is being swapped by the Gagas... but let’s just stupidly hope, that the politics can be different, and believe, that shaking hoof with the devil, this time will be definitely different... 0120 2021 L’ambrus
of death? – nope! not afraid of that rather, what comes after but let just not come, nothing can come! say, that’s nothing else there, but silence, and permanent still. need no soul, and need no memories, nor pictures, or desires all i want ist just silence, – without emotions and final relief. 1210 2020 L’ambrus
Now, let’s pull out those damned measures, get those folding rulers! – let’s count! and let’s just not forget, that in this time we measure in „Feet”: – Let’s see whose weapons are longer, who licks, and bends over the tighter for the title: and tunes the unreal to look more realistic! We're in the finish line! Well-well the secret pockets are being emptied now: the scale beam whimes as it tilts: – but which direction? from left to right, from right to left, shall we balance it? in the middle? no way! that’s not an option! – Biden, or Trump? – Trump or Biden? – Republican, or the Democrat, who’s the stinkiest meat now in the burger? Who will succeed to climb back potentially from the flaccidity? To drive sluggishly proud patriotes wild? Who is the more convincing nationalist? Whose camp is bigger? whose Trumpet is louder? Who rants on the swing better for the teasing „comfort” of the Presidential table? Cause The pot is now the matter! the stimulating whip of their perversion: – their tuned erection’s desired „pagina” which is not the Viagra, and not even the self-sacrifice: down to meat n’ blood, but rather... a proud-proud, but limpy anchor’s – power slam on the map – , in the brainwasher water of the North Atlantic Ocean... ... which is scanned thereabouts by the cheerleaders: A-me-rica! A-me-rica! (Let’s go!) 1103 2020 L’ambrus
Delete that! Take that down! Remove this video! What is wrong with you? Delete that! I've reported it! – Everyone else should too! Delete that WTF! He died? What the fuck... did this guy do!? He just stood there with his back to the wall! ...If Biden is elected, it would happen in the US… – Do not take that down! They probably will in a few hours, or days, but you people... better get used to it: this is just a drop in the ocean. This is just the beginning... You should be ashamed! for posting this, and labelling it: exclusive... 1103 2020 L’ambrus / This poem was built, based on the comments of the vienna terror video. That was named by the uploader as an exclusive video. The full title was: Exclusive video… of the shooting from the first moments of the attack in Vienna, Austria… /
/ a whip-poem / Oh wounds, Oh my purulent wounds! Heal! Behold the Hungarian-homeland: where the double-bladed nazi-knife is hiding in „the minds” – whether they need it or not – where carnation is smelled by te orange ones and oranges gobbled-up by meat-eaters, where the – so called – „left-wing” is marrying with the „right” and where the red-bloods get mixed-up with orange – relatives... ...where the existence is only a lamentation, ... here we are: without a mother, beeing feed in a many-star death-row raised by nutritions: that gets us blue n' yellow: hungarians: just wanders – wanders, on their lands... Oh, we, hungarians, Oh, how motherless we are! Our past and our future? wawe the flag and be proud: we torn like paper, and shrink like cloth we cry and dispute and fleeding our home, and in shame – or perhaps in arrogance we – hungarians slowly sink... – oh God! oh Lord! Our history? – is a mistery only a tale-like: funeral-speech... Oh hungarian Mary! And uur swords that used to covered in blood? if we had it once - well we swapped! with new Hungarian mood! and now we cry it, to the sand – with a dark felt-tip pen our sorrows: we complain when and who has ever hurt us, and where has the One pulled us and well, – let's bee just honest – how many terrible thing can possibly happen to us... after an other new thousands of years, – will we survive it? – maybe, maybe it would be better, to forget all of it... Oh wounds, Oh my purulent wounds! My borders! My mountains! Heal! Cause to stand out of the weed the only way is to be: weeder, – weeder than any of them, – but in case if it would not work: then be stronger, and be wiser: and scythe the whole meadow in weed! Oh wounds, Oh my yawning wounds – of stink! Heal!
1019 2020 L'ambrus
and the guns in our hands will save our lives: and the guns in our hands will take our lives make the wars and make it worse watch the cruelty burst: great! again? what a shame! America has voted: – proud or poor? should they be... and here it is: their biggest brain! – my oh my! truly... what a gift!? the 45th!? ... now pack it back! and let's just drift! ...and the guns in their hands will save our lives? and their guns and their arms will take our our lives! ––– ...and the hair in the air has been blown... let's just hope that our hopes have not long gone. and the dreams in the hearts will proudly stay: and those – hairs – are not the ones that will soon.... be blown away.
1009 2020 L’ambrus
They say there is a UNION. They say there is only One direction. They say One for all And all for one! I say there had never been one I say it will never be one And I say no one is for Anyone And everyone’s for themselves. They say: convergence Common goals, and plans They say we are one And we think as one I say there is a split. Self-interest and privilege. We’ve never been as one And One we’ll never be.