PHOTOS FROM THE DEAD CITY

Today I was thinking about the city I live in. It is the capital of Slovakia, yet it is still just an empty stone jungle full of depressed people. So... I seareched for some photos that show things I see daily.

	This is the building of the national bank. I would call it 'a glass hell'. It is a building I pass almost every day on my journey from the city centre. And my opinion? It's ...cold. Simply cold. It has no emotions at all. It is just a building and nothing else. Everytime I look at it I realize how advanced our civilization is, and how emotionless we become. So I don't like this bulding at all.
	This is, unlike the previous one, a place I like. It is a square in shape of a circle and I don't really know how it is called. We just call it 'gotko', cause during the communists' time it was named Gottwaldovo square. But since then it was renamed and I don't really care what the new name is:). Btw this is the place we go drinking at night during the summer when we don't want to go to a pub.
	This is a pic from another park in Bratislava. It shows how 'dead' this city is. This atmosphere breaths everywhere. Emptyness and ...nothing. It bores me... .But sometimes I like it. Depends on the situation LOL.

PORTRAITS

Through the narrow street
with the darkness I walk
stones beneath my feet
this world is so dark

Seeing blurry lights
running away from me
they vanish from my sight
so now I can't see

People walking by
with no reason
everyone will die
while in prison

Portraits of a man
singing poems
he ran and ran
as he promised.

WHO THE HELL IS SLY BOOTS?

Many people ask me why I use the nickname Sly Boots. Well it is a name of a computer game character (LOL). So here is a brief descrition of the 'person': Once a successful private detective, Sly has fallen on hard times. His gorgeous assistant walked out, his secretary is dead and exists only as a digital recreation, and he's working out of a back room of a bar owned by a friend. He's broke, out of work, owes a local crime boss money and he drinks too much. He's also a loud-mouth and a bit of a jerk, so it's hard to feel entirely sorry for him. Still, apparently it's up to this guy to save the universe.

Well this game (Anachronox) was one of the last pc games I've ever played and this character somehow remained in my mind. I liked him though he was a jerk. And... he was really ugly (see the pic). So this is the answer for all of you who didn't know the origin of the name.

CEMETERY

Daylight touching footpaths
darkness is yet to come
faces do not match their heads
but I only see some

Strength equals weakness
tears are falling down
can you cure my sickness
I have to get rid of my crown

Now I've cut my veins, now I'm feeling glad
there is something in me that makes me lose my head
Now it is too late, yet too soon to cry
clean these stains of red wine and never let me die

Lovely words are whispered
it always kills the mood
even though they don't hurt
they always shoot.

Darkness covers the faces
daylight doesn't stand a chance
there are no places
that would make any sense.

MOTIONLESS

Every day there is something special, there is something that makes it different from the other days. And... there are things that don't change, they remain still the same. They are motionless. What is worse, they are people.

She was standing in the front of the classroom catching breath for another sentece. But before she said what was on her mind she quickly read a few lines from the book in front of her to assure herself that everything was correct. Then she finally said it, as if read from the book. Nobody was listening. Nobody understood. Why? Because she didn't understand her own words. She knew she was telling us nonsense, but she still continued. Like a machine. And I saw that she had enough and the only thing she wanted was to get out of the classroom and leave this fucking school far behind. But... it was impossible for her. She's a teacher, it's her profession, so... the only thing left for her to do was to stay there and try to solve the mystery she created. ...And this made me sad. It was obvious that she wasn't doing what she wanted to do in her life, but there was no power in her to change it. Hopeless. ...At this point I stopped hating her for stupidity and unability to teach us what she was expected to and started to see her as a hopeless being put in front of us, the hungry beasts, to teach us how to think. Now she was a dead person to me, because I knew that she will be, despite her (un)abilities, doing this nonsense for the rest of her life. Sad... .

KILL ME

Pull me down, let me fall
hatred comes when you call
sacrifice this piece of me
prove that I deserve to bleed

Grab me down, don't hesitate
time won't let you change your fate
the more you wait the more I rise
so just kill me, don't analyze

... a short poem I wrote today

ONE OF THEM

Tons of steel surrounding me
hundreds of graves lay silently
with every breath they whisper
with every breath they cry

I can be one of them
whenever I decide
it remains still the same
I prefer to hide

Tons of worthless things and dust
hundreds of people not to trust
fighting and smiling is their aim
they don't judge, they don't blame

I can be one of them
whenever I decide
it remains still the same
I prefer to hide

Tons of pure and empty hearts
hundreds of thoghts, broken parts
put on a never ending road
they len them walk until they're old

I can be one of them
whenever I decide
it reamins still the same
I hate to hide.