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    Poems of Decrepit Youth
    Poems of Decrepit Youth
    Poems of Decrepit Youth
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    Poems of Decrepit Youth

    By Mar Shy Sun

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    These poems are to remind me of all those young, just hatched, undeveloped souls who were unable to conform to obvious lies and were mercilessly crashed and killed, first by their own ineptitude, disappointments and lack of Spirit, but mostly by the invisible reptile-like servants of the dark light who constitute any, demonically possessed, doomed to perish society.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMar Shy Sun
    Release dateMay 19, 2018
    ISBN9780463539613
    Poems of Decrepit Youth
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    Mar Shy Sun

    I came from the Realm unknown to you. And that isn't a fiction but then - what isn't. There are no Authorities, Kings or Rulers what is most likely hard to understand for you. I'm unmixed with Darkness what is even harder to understand for anyone. But I feel its gravitational pull nevertheless. So I fulfill myself in and around this reality which is flat by the way with a couple of intentions and a couple of travel documents. A lot of times people scare me - they have it... what I call - death eyes. By origin I am very high (thanks to my origin!) and I try to show people that the Realm I come from is much more beautiful than this one. People don't really believe me - obviously. They tend to hate me for that. So obviously I'm not so interested in things people think are so important - as to be good or bad or famous or salesman for my intentions. A few times I have received honors from the organizations what exulted me above the others. It is intrinsically natural to share for me. After all everything here boils down to a lot of suffering and little high. So I have to do all by and for myself - just to be normally high. I still try to make others also feel the goodness of that state. That's all. Glory to well-being! Glory to my home!

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      Poems of Decrepit Youth - Mar Shy Sun

      MAR SHY SUN

      Poems of Decrepit Youth

      These poems are to remind me of all those young, just hatched, undeveloped souls who were unable to conform to obvious lies and were mercilessly crashed and killed, first by their own ineptitude, disappointments and lack of Spirit, but mostly by the invisible reptile-like servants of the dark light who constitute any, demonically possessed, doomed to perish society.

      (*- indicates lyrics for Songs)

      Copyright 2000/Copyright 2018 Mar Shy Sun

      Cover by Divant

      dear

      to whom it may concern:

      it was

      about time

      the light was constipated

      shit! shit! shit!

      how unlit it is!

      sincerity is sun's nullity

      sincerely, mar shy sun

      ::::

      sun

      two eyes

      nothingness

      and nothing else

      ::::

      1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9...

      we're earthworms

      not in a bad sense - in a good sense

      giggling, wiggling, blabbering

      nobody hears us

      living below in the loam

      we still look fresh

      some unseen serial butcher cuts us into pieces

      we do all kinds of things because of the pain

      but instead of dying

      we're multiplying

      endlessly trying to lose our serial number

      ::::

      my heart’s so frozen, so frozen

      like this:

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      ::::

      what I had

      i have lost

      what I don’t have

      laughed in my face

      rain, tears, water, drops - always hit the bull's-eye

      did you notice how time has speeded up lately?

      so far I suffered my life on a sofa

      monkeys on tranquillizers

      fun - fun in the sun

      no time to choose from

      no time, no more

      nothing hides

      nowhere to run

      explosions inside the sun

      face the #1

      ::::

      weakness

      like a couple dozen ants

      are scurrying along

      fulfilling their little chores -

      we'll never know

      anything about it

      first you count them

      then divide

      you admire their

      livelihood

      one morning

      you find them

      on your toothbrush

      the toilet bowl

      is their racetrack

      one morning

      you try to be diplomatic

      you talk for a long time

      you get drunk together

      one morning

      you feel like a mercenary

      you squash

      dozens of them

      mercilessly

      one morning - nothing

      one morning they're back

      you see them migrating

      along an unexplored ant path

      coming from nowhere

      weakness lives

      in my bathroom

      ::::

      the short ones (poems)

      are the best

      my friend remarks

      i agree with him -

      the shorter the better

      silence

      silence

      silence

      silence

      P.S. you read in vain

      you missed

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