Poems of Decrepit Youth

By Mar Shy Sun

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.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mar Shy Sun
• Release date: May 19, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463539613

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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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

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sun

two eyes

nothingness

and nothing else

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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

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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

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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

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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