Category: Poēzija

Āpsis reizēm neatšķir Taisnību no joka Reizēm āpsi taisnība Dzen skraidīt šaurā lokā Reizēm āpsim prieku daudz Reizēm daudz ir moku Jo īpaši kad kādam ģeld Pār āpsi nogāzt koku Grūti ārā izrāpties, Kad visas ķepas lauztas Vēl grūtāk sasaukt

Ļoti gribu Bet nevaru Izrauties no nebeidzamās atgriešanās Esmu dumpīgs Sevī vīlies Satelīts

a.k.a. “I Was Well Prepared, On The Night The Sky Fell” I was well prepared, on the night the sky fell I read the countless warnings, heard the endless bells I had everything made ready, I was on my way

Inspired by going to bed listening to Neil Gaiman read his “The Day The Saucers Came” and waking up to find Spīgana’s “Mist is my favorite season” photo post (in Latvian). On the day the zombies came, you were not

Lilith’s thrust Lightning swift Velvet lust Crimson rift Twins of death Release is nigh Last of breath Worth the high

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