10 poems

The Strength of Fools

All fools burn strength till nothing’s left,
While fascists breed the lie in depth.
For filth, that game is sweet and true:
Drain strength away — let lies accrue.

The fools exhaust what little might
They had, digesting bullshit night.
That sludge has killed the scraps of mind;
For souls — it’s poison of a kind.

Those frauds are weapons forged in shade,
By Darkness purpose-built and made.
The wounds run deep — blunt stumps remain,
No men stand here, just grazing gain.

A herd at pasture — docile, tame.
The thinker? Lice upon a plate.
The idiot crawls ever near —
The end of thinkers now is clear.

Below the floor — all sinks, all fall.
They shove down everyone — that’s all.
A world-wide camp is being raised
By crowds of fools, by lies amazed.

The idiot’s meek — no chains required.
He builds it all, by lies inspired.
To kill is easy, clean, and neat:
With lies alone — no war, no heat.



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Power of Fools — Kill Without War

Fools waste strength, the liars grow.
Lies are weapons — strike and slow.
Camps are built by hands of sheep.
Lies now kill — no blood, no beep.



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Strength of Fools — Marching Cry
Fools burn strength, liars grow.
Lies breed power, filth in tow.

Digesting bullshit, minds decay,
Souls poisoned, stumbling in the fray.

Frauds are weapons forged in night,
Stumps and sheep — no men in sight.

Idiots crawl, thinkers fall,
The herd rules over all.

Camps are built by fools inspired,
Lies alone — the world’s rewired.
To kill is easy, no war, no flame,
The Dark prevails through the liar’s game.



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Strength of Fools — Lightning Cry
Fools burn strength, liars rise!
Lies are weapons, truth dies!
Minds decay, souls chained tight,
Darkness rules, fools take flight.

Sheep build camps, inspired by lies,
No war needed — the clever dies.
Strike with fire, break the game,
The Dark prevails, yet Light remains!



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Like “Cinema”

Drinking in each episode —
So you don’t forget the half-liter,
Believe it’s “normal” — gone,
If you trust, listen, and wither.

You eat lies all the time,
Too lazy to question a line.
Some try to figure it out —
But who? Not you, not the crowd.

Patience wears, faith in nonsense,
This breeds decay — minds crumble to dust.
Now everywhere are freak shows —
Rotting… cinema.
The telly claims to heal —
But bottom’s pierced through.

Soon cannibalism
Will be chased in films.
Inhuman inheritance
Must be embodied.

Everywhere — no air to breathe,
Forget rest — they keep all in check.
New fascists
With old fears,
Spreading sludge, loud voices,
Simply horror…



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Like “Cinema”

Drinking every episode —
Half-liter “norm” imposed.
You eat lies all the time,
Too lazy to question the crime.

Some try to see through the haze,
But the herd’s lost in the maze.
Fools believe, decay spreads wide,
Rotting cinema, nowhere to hide.

Cannibalism in films will appear,
Inhuman legacy enforced by fear.
No breath to take, no rest, no cheer,
Loud fascists laugh — horror’s here.



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Like “Cinema”

Drink the lies, half-liter “norm”!
Fools devour, minds deform.
Some try seeing — lost in the herd,
Rotting cinema, deafening absurd.

Cannibal films, inhuman reign,
No breath, no rest — all in chains.
Fascists shout, the horror grows,
The Dark laughs — the madness shows!



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“Advice” and Answers

Strikes of the staff from the master,
Practicing often in Zen,
Turn the mind to a mashed disaster,
Suddenly loosening hell’s pen.

The Soul is trapped within the mind,
Flooded with lies, so unkind.
Thus the Pure Spirit suffers here,
Replaced by mirages unclear.

Consciousness rants, and often —
Cleanse it constantly, soften.
Stress works well — within yourself,
Slay the slave, discard the shelf.

Shocked, seeing clearly the hell you’re in,
Consciousness shines if free from sin.
Reject all lies, fight the absurd,
And the path to Light will be stirred.

Shine intuition, multiply its flame,
A guiding star beyond all claim.
Traditions fail, even Zen —
Dogma hides, a cage again.

Open all anew, the answers
Lie within. There you’ll find Light.
Forget all “good” advice — it poisons,
Only inner knowing wins the fight.



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Advice and Answers

Staff strikes mash the mind,
Hell loosens, Soul confined.
Flooded with lies, Spirit fights,
Mirages blind, block the lights.

Reject the lies, fight the absurd,
Intuition shines, the guiding word.
Answers lie deep, within your sight,
Forget advice — the Light is right.



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Pillbox

I’ve written many verses long,
No longer tire as once I might.
Each one, a sting, a battle-song,
A pillbox bristling in the fight.

I hope to grasp them all as one —
Words stronger than a mounted gun.
Gaps in rhythm spin the rounds,
Yet still, the meaning here resounds.

That pillbox’s laugh — all scribblers fled,
Back far away, the coward’s dread.
Fascism rises, seeking voice
To drown out all but the sold-out choice.

Those who sold themselves whole, guts and spine,
Poetry — to them, a waste of time.
Fools are led by wildest lies,
Easier always, no poet tries.

Pop hacks busy with stench and noise —
A poet never treads that poise.
But write — for laws of war prevail:
Ideas first, the rest — mere hail.

In words, the health is spent,
Fiery verse gnaws strength, intent.
Cowish existence — not for the poet, nor the mad,
Without blood, a verse is nothing but shameful cad.