A new decade

If that would be only moment
when easy walk could last.
Maybe at last
each decade brings different type of joy : wine,jazz and poetry.

Incredible guitar replaced the feasted nights
where we appeared just to forget and remind of something
we were so curious about
in haze of adultery
just when we were growing like a trees.

When your skin is getting thiner
Is more enjoyable to take a breath
deep down into cells of ageing
compose the agony of the mortality
together with candles and a piano.

The clutch

Hold on your spitting words sweetheart.
Yes, I know you were honest in this crap
-I was your clutch so you could restart,
but it's not right to fall in empathy trap.

So I don't fall with one's potential.
I'm not happy with less than the best
whatever you gave, felt unessential
made me feel lonely , unimpressed.

Just for one time I thought you’re man
but that has never been part of your plan:
To fight your issues, and then walk tall
-you deal with them poorly or not at all.

The poet

On the portrait his hands lay down
towards his pockets
like a giving beggar
wandering hopeless around a town

wandering tired of his own ways
of being a man so delicious
with gift of word so precious
writing those lines of counted days

sometimes it happened that he was sad
tired of being a man
solitary bird, half dead
sometimes it happened that in his land

flowers were dying of too much water

and every now and then,forgiving
moved on along his own shadow,
his roots cut off and holy pain
shivering of his naked heart...

We don't need perfect people

I am the coldest kind of a stranger
sometimes I am what I've been told
following footprints on the sand
along the road, dusty and old

I am the rose, so pure and red
blossom just right before the end
don't have place to lay my head
but I've got smile,a smile to send

and humble insight for that kind
that signed the heritage of a hurt
I am the one who resent the dirt
flowers I rather grow in my mind

I am the colour of painter's affection
there in the memories of perfect life
I learned to live things as they go,
I call it "beauty of the imperfection"

Under the new sky

When the desire of a night is heavy

peaceless and mourning like a rain,

thorns and thistles in the throat

tear up the heart and let it drain

everything becomes too dangerous

even flying.

A ray of light breaks the clouds

so let it shine without chains

rainbow is first to strike the dust

of the hope living in the vains

as the world is full of fakeness,

samaritans wrapped in black coats

even they fizzle under the sun.

When nurture change to neatness

then cloudy sky just tears apart

and head full of crazy madnesss

is clear as this is brand new start

and we are crystalizing

and whistling

like fresh birds in the brand new day.

Hold on little girl

Hold on girl,yet

so little you are

still buck of infancy

back in the corner 

of  little soul

questions and answers 

you always roll

Solitary rose

dare you to know

never let anyone

to find you,

if they try

don't let them

to see you cry

And if He comes

to heal your wound

don't let him 

move your roots 

out of your ground

Hold on girl, yet 

you don't know his ways, 

his twists and turns

so cease your praise

for times hard 

till the roof  

he built above 

your heads

is fireproof.

My love is water, peace.

It's hard when one is loosing himself

in the deep water of doubts

you don't see beauty I do

in your eyes

warmness of your affection

reflection

on your soul

divine of your essence

fulfilled my presence

you don't see a way back

there is a monkey

on your back

and in my heart all you mean

is just a fear that makes you mean

the fear I am not afraid of

the face of evil

I am not scared of

if you don't believe in yourself

I do.

Solitary Moon

She collects the pictures

from the morning streets:

of faces in the haze

people look at each other

-they look straight into eyes

but why they remain in silence ?

It feels like before the storm

everyone wears question mark

printed on their coats

what happened yesterday night ?

why moon exploded on the sky ?

poured off the clouds?


and coloured everything by grey..
since then,we became strangers.

The Lizard

I have been changing colors
like the lizard in the seaside cave
shine has burned my wet eyes
then i was broken down by wave

drifted away from the surface of this earth..

They say :
"give a freedom to the jailed man
and he will be afraid of the light
won't be allowed in by doorman
when he will reach the gates of heaven "

So I've been reborn in the stars
walking the roads dusty with the gun
carrying fulfilled whiskey jars
and forever more , not afraid of sun.

Siren’s dance

Sometimes this life

full of itching

twists and turns

into the magic ocean,

made of the freedom
full of colors

different colors

butterflies and ribbons
sounds of a piano
coming from the left ear
soul with strong emotion
in all shades of the rainbow
falls with the rhythm of motion
of the heartbeat
as the substitute for an art

warm like fire in the heart

while these

that we call others

are dying in jealous grey

trying to catch their breath

in balance

Siren's dance is always

unbalanced...

It is a trap

I lived few lives with three eyes
and I saw things purple and deep
louder than ocean - it's cries
I cried for things that weren't cheap :

beautiful scenery of the soul
life amorous of the black hole
purity of the heart raptured
crackling moments in time captured

when seasons turned into the road,
dark in the windings of the mind
I've heard my heart to explode
in sympathy for humankind

since then and forever more

I was convicted of the sin :
being the bride of cheating life
I know my word won't ever win,
if I am declared to be his wife

Life was not easy

I plead these rhymes in front of the eyes of God:


forgive us dirt, this shallow matter

forgive us Lord, we didn't know better

swinging in the rhytm of a young heart

thus painting our living as pervert art.


life wasn't opened book lying on the shelf

who wants to dictate flowers how to grow ?

the process of growth is grieving itself:

love and the pain in vague, sobbering glow.

Topaz in your eyes

Topaz is in your eyes, marvellous
glistering star, utterly rapturous
roar comes now from my mind
to strain the thoughts so blind

A night dew would fall for you
if it could only break the dawn
and paint the love so deep untrue
as was the sorrow always worn...

Unafraid

Lest to find him I implore

his tinsel heart so sweet

that I can wear soft, adore

and love without retreat.


Dim out the truth of naked lies

there he is - on the narrow glade

in the purity of a wild wind he flies

ready to upkeep the storm, unafraid!

Purged

I shall lay down in the sheltering water

rinse out the bitterness of memories

in a purple gloom

I shall wear white lace and red lipstick

and in the forest, drowning in the dark night

evolve into the fawn

I shall be found like a clam shell on the coast

immaculate, illimitable like the ocean wide

the siren made of a foam

Unsensitive/Your mud

Your world is full of metal,

iron,fragmented being

stabbing the people with the sword

you sold your soul to the new Lord

Writing these lines I have to go

trough the same kind of a hell

for sake of the story I need to tell

about your never endless race:

Memories of these that you lost
hunted by shadows, lonely nights
life on the two sides hurts the most
halved in two, blinded by lights
of the bulbs...

That's me! you say, I am a knife!
That's me! you say, accept my life!
But if we all stab other's hearts

would even one of us stay alive?

So you have chosen not to grew up:

don't blame the others then

tomorrow ever again
cause less we give,
less we gain..

I am a soul from a different space,
eternal light I wear, light on my face
you mud doesn't suit me, I never has
my heart is still,doesn't need a mess.

The snowflake

The way she has frozen

in the paths of nature

reminds me of a flow

of the air, cold, wind

everything dear to us

inside of our own sight

of ice, and loveless

hearts made of stones

We killed the snowflake

by turning on the fire

burning the own house

there's no more cold

rooms, walls and holes

and life can continue
time is ticking louder

now is the time to run

from the place in fire

we killed the winter:

The slobbering beast

The Nature of a man

And the world is turning to the war zone
one must have faith
to bring the children on his land
sacrifice own ribbed skin
for the law of the universe
bath in the mud of the humanity
we went a way too far
crossed the line of our times
none of these things made by a man
weren’t made to the perfection.

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You are whispering to me

As I have been rarely seen and heard
consumed by size of the grief and hurt
you hit my heart by your gentle strike
remained me of what I may sound like

while I have been forgotten sort of a plant
you  moved my roots into the new land
full of the light and kindest side of sense
so I can blossom into the flower hence

listening to you

easily, I could straighten the body I live in
give up on broken wings and  hit the ground
my scream satisfied would not make a sound
you are the fire watery one would believe in.

made by my Lord, created to the perfection
we have crossed words with your soul sweet
astonished by goodness of holy affection,
wise is your spirit, and your heart neat.

The worth of chasing the starlight

I've been chasing the stars

deeps holes in deepest hopes

every you faded away to grey

colours of memories vanished

Now there is just the wind and rain

the candle in your eyes died away

Deep blue sky, the last gateway

blew off the light and let it drain

Electrifing blanket of the night

covered us, creatures of the life

there we are - in our daily fight

starving for being alive.

Just a bad dream

A man carried his wife
in his arms strong
and the children on his neck
both were coloured white

he carried them towards to the mountains
against the gravitation and the dark blue sky
he fell down on the grass of tiredness,rooted in the ground
in the danger of his own heart
when my world was paralysed by the fear
he whispered :

"This is for you to see how one man can die in his bed"

And then he laughed and his skin rejuvenated
transformed into glowing young hood
the same way I remembered him
when his eyes were sparkling by braveness
and his life that wasn't hurt by losses
he whispered :

"This is for you to see, that some men don't die.
At least not so soon, my beloved daughter".

Our words

"Our words are our witness" ..:)

delight of the loneliness
hidden in your skull
grown in the fields of life
and they are our threats
your eyes are closed being
Insensitive...of my soul
fragile as glass
strong as the roots
of a tree hundreds years old
I live in a romantic air,
my words exaggerate the reality with colour of red,red,red.

Morning with the family

When I lay down into my bed
I cannot wait to wake up
the smell of a coffee, fresh love
served on the table with the bread

Dearest mother

Every day of your eyes mother
I think and then i have to smile.
I see how your wings cover kindly
head of my sister, of my brother.

Every day of your hands mother
I think and their warmth saves me.
You never blame, never bother,
only forgiveness you always gave me.

Every day I think of you mother.
Every day I owe you, love you.
You taught me how to be true
and I couldn't love more other

than I love you,
dearest mother.

Keep us warm

It took a hundred years
since universe turned towards to the ground of the truth.

It takes forever now..
Fear of our lives, they might be hopeless like a dry roots in the land.

Let me be together with you in infinity.
Let me feel you, dream about you, in this dark times
like there is something beautiful like a man's mind
that could be mean, but closed his eyes

in order to keep us warm and protected.

No tittle

Arms of the man, the home, the blinding light
your skin made of the moss and honey
Your lips plushy, cosy and sweet,
wrote the story of never endless tenderness

Body of woman you own, her colours of the rose.
Every time she looks at you, reddens..
The thief that stole the heart, swallowed it
she was alone like a wandering star.

Embraced by cosiness of your affection,
a hopeless breath,breath that holds the wisdom
the body of a man, showed me how love may taste like,
A feeling forgotten in one of the lives, long time ago.

Eyes are full of absence, sad voice of a woman
eternally connected to the the fire,
tired of the hurt and the hope
-two liquid addictions.

Time ache, every hour that passes
without you.

Devoted

Like is my heart beating
Hopeless and swollen
I am devoting it to you

Like is my heart beating
you reminded me of a laugh
of my children unborn

Like my heart is beating
I am rubbish in slavery
of any kind

bur in every battle with myself
I am always on your side.

Poseidon

Just for one night I had you for myself,
the odour of a fresh melancholy
like a distant male strange to himself
you made love to me.

Morning has blown away allowance of being a man
in humbleness I pretended: Love wasn't just the dream.

You left your ghost on the doorsteps, vanished in the haze.
No wrongs, no wounds left, just envelope with your message :

"Find me on the other side of the ocean".

The harbour is absent of you,
I walk in serenity, eyelids down.
Your words are following footprints of long walks,
long kisses in the sand.
Your words are following me like snails,
violent to my heart.

I never learned how to feel safe in your waters.
But I learned how to fight my fears.
So I am taking my clothes off.

Sleeping with the finger on the lips

There is a warm liquid in my heart
something dear to the matter of trust
vanished,blurred in the haze of will
the dream I dreamed
about the things
called by their true names
things cold and hungry
like the wolfs in the frozen forest
where the spirit
is dancing with the wind
ritual of forgiveness,
healing sounds
wandering in the deep woods of the mind
I kept the finger on my lips
all night long.

Some lovers, no one is true.

The water
for an afternoon tea is boiling
The heat in your embrace turns on the fireplace

It's cosy with you...
but not as much
as with someone
with the same kind of eyes
as mine...

Vibe of the jazz remains me of my
town
in the winter time
when the air smells of the mulled wine
Now I don't feel like home
Suddenly I feel like home
it's just so confusing..

You are addicted to taking
so am I...drying out
A loneliness comes with me
to stroke your hopeless nights
sitting like two beggars
above the chicken soup for the soul...

with no rewards for you
with no rewards for myself

as no one really cares.

today we can just talk
about the infinity
disabled,
old and wise
and maybe
we'll realise

what is this.

Sometimes she loved him

She wasn't always good. She is reformed.
Maybe she didn't understand the faith. 

Maybe she doubts the reason why to survive
and maybe it's too late . 

Tonight she can write few sad lines.
From some reason he sold his soul to the hell.

Cause once he will hurt her, he will burn evil
deep down in every cell.

She swore, when his star will fall, her star will arise
in innocent rise .

Then he will call her crazy. Because some nights she will be.
Like some nights when she loved him, last times.
Sometimes.

Like something pure

Tears hate running down the face
my Lord, I think you can take this:
postpone the time and stop this race
it's all just world too heavy for us
restore the heaven on this land
uncover love hidden by sand
thoughts blinded are by eyes that see
never endless patience of your sea.
Like something pure make us Lord
so we don't have to break our word
and promise we can get and give
so in the peace once we can live.

Faith

It's close to the midnight
stars just woke up
infinity has taken place in the soul
blended with the air
and the world is twisting
in the crystal haze of innocence
cut off old layers
in bath with hot milk and blood
more to get
means more to give
and every day will become a grace.

In a way it appears

Everything comes in a way
of a poverty
fears and tenderness
spread the breath in your imperfect veins
it's all you have in these times
Sometimes I barely look back
and i don't even look forward
I just let burn mask of my face on the sun
to reshape my visions
everything comes in a way of ownership
starting from down earth manors
ending somewhere on the front line
I guess its just a nature of the man
travelling always with some kind of a weapon
so I do wear just a humbleness
old coats wore
in old wars
to remain myself that there is a mild clime too
I have never chosen to become a woman
but at least i can enjoy the smell of roses
growing in the nostalgic garden
this is the world we live in
but then
we all have only this kind of beauty
we can raise by ourselves.

Make your own way

When eyes are in the depth of fire
and ears are only to hear the race
the moon looks like a screwed site..

When there was undefined vibe of silence
and pain in forehead,
no more sun to see
I needed myself more than ever
to guide me,
suddenly
something was happening in the soul:

I brewed my naked heart
it didn't move nor made a sound
I saw the the ladder from the heaven
waiting for me with concierge
this was my last game with universe
till the storm sent me down
however i tried
I didn't learn how to know a thing
so many times i tried to see
how sun shines over the grey lights
I almost got blinded
but then I happened
little thing brought by birds
and blossomed into innocence
stroking the others
for which is too heavy to hear
to accept
the wind of existence
in the days lacking luck
I am alone with myself
there's no more desert
in this woodland green
of water,ice and fruits

I choosed my own way,
- the nonsense of the collected mind.

Tea with milk

How far one can get in this game
spitting the illusions of their fame
showing off feather of their wings
it's all just different as one thinks
we all have our daily fights
we all have our treats and rights
daydreams made of gold and silk
drowned in the morning tea with milk.

I don't know anything

For 9 months i was with my lord

in uterus of woman

earth sphere of a world

daughter of divine creation i was

that' s who i feel to be

great was my braveness

as for rest of my days

spirit of the nature i followed

by knowing everything

i got to know

i don't know a thing

"With a little help of my friends"

i found my soul,
i walk my way
purity warms me in the white lace
no matter who they are
and what they say
because i've chosen innocent grace
i' ll hold your back
you will hold mine
my greatest army
walking the line.

Hold on

hold on your message, the boost of your heart

question of love is the world we live in

i know what we've fallen within :

neverendless nights and brand new start

I carry on the light

Just like a noon in a bright day

i'll smile with two twinkle stars

and no matter what you say

you can't cause me any scars

you let me go like i was dust

right before you scorned my trust

did you need to break me down

because someone stole your dawn?

it remains me of the Sin

imperfection, were you mean ? 

but i am Phoenix, made of fire
i wont die cause of desire !

twisted lies - to me that stinks

and your lowered soul felt blue 

diamonds, glitters in your wings

i would sew if you'd be true

my eyes carry on the light

and it's for these that still fear

the sun arises, a day is bright

my sight, rooted in pain, is clear .

Shamestick

Shame stick has broken

In your hands father

No longer child i am

You must try harder

Give me my wings father

Unlock the loft
So i can always
Wear others soft

My head lays in your palms
Give me my star
So i can love you now
For who you are

Humble i am father
don't make a sound
Straight will i stand
hold on my ground.

Bitten

silver eyes carrying on the light

and there's no reason why

this glamour fitted to the night

glowing on the dark blue sky

sounds only groan with this presence

and air is flowing trough the space

smell is sense,  the only essence 

and trees in fingers, sugar glace. 

and then an earthquake came ..

somebody had to interrupt the time,

glasses with ice and dried up lime

too many candles, gentle grin 

blanket of night covered the sin

nobody remembers...

 

Beautiful skies

I wonder if Elizabeth print this memoir into the moon
about the ocean and the sand
About the bright light
She couldn't stand
while she was paralysed in her bed.
Anyway, she sky were bright on that day i bet
Like lovely eyes of lion cat,
so friendly
And she barely listened the sound in the shell he brought her as a gift
together with his heart he found
when he was searching the world.

She sweetest one

A wight was looking out of the mirror with a black tongue out,

sharping the knifes, spitting on the magnifying glass

when her veins green became lops, braided by the water blue

homeless birds were sitting on her palms

and everything around was made out butterflies

her breath is warmness of her essence

she is divine of presence

stars in her eyes are made of eternal light

and when she cover you by her sight

you redden.

Half way trough to leave her white body

on the altar for the innocent .

Never destroy beauty, it grows on the grass fields

together with lavender, caressed by mild air.

Night on the moon

Flesh of a light depolarized the body
I beg for the power of infants
blue like a sky of the ideal daydream
vibrant color of my sight
and then
when it comes to night
i levitate
connected to genuine lust
careless about the morning
and wounds of trust
this night i will spend on the moon
reading about the world we live in
and life we faded within
never grow up older

Now and then

We can mute the bells
hide under the bed
but we are obsessed by the view from the window
light shine is just the memory of what we've seen
when we played with elves and were young
in woodland green
creating new worlds of moss
moisturised
our liquid suns
cannot backwards flow
now we ask more questions
we are drowning in their deep deep colours
songs of houseless birds are drowned out
by vibe of the wonders we have seen
everyday
thousands of voices from the sky
in their elegy
uplift our hearts.

This Bar

pick up the grief and lay down there
another hero that just beats the bar
drinking own lies, holding the jar
of whiskey mixed with liquid moon

another one is going to leave us soon

pick up the grief, tell us the story
just so we know why all this glory
smells of the urine in these stalls
your eyes are just curling these walls

another one haunted by his own ghost
another one that seems to get lost
in his own conception
belief
perception

what if the night sky will fall down on you
what if you will fall with the night sky
and you'll believe that you can fly
when you will fall, who will save you ?

Lilly of the valley

Grew out of dreams
statue of woman ..white..?
just piece of blanket
wearing this wight
lay her on the broken table
restore and change
innocent truths
lay them down
and disarrange

flashes of crowds
passing by, eyes half shut
her soul exposed
then drastic cut
in this film
about innocence

...

For the moments

The stream was flowing down the hill
just some kids playing in it
every minute
was a thrill
exposed body
in perfect space
agitating
towards memories in early spring
one learned how not to live
with eyes heading off to the future
in the vibe of time
seduced to mild clime
in the moment

I kissed him like an octopus

Everything is always printed
in one kiss :
hello, hold on and goodbye
your lips 
sweetest hydromel i have drunk - ever.
...that was okay...
whatever..!

Your lips softest plush
that's why i had this crush
on you. All summer long.
Shame we do not go along..

If one would let you - "see you next time" 
you would say forever 
see you soon 
or never ever..

finally you should learn
to love
someone else more than yourself.

Little elves of justice

turn off the words
there is a wound to seal
turn on the silence
enough to feel

Well, we don't know
It's hard to guess
what others think
And when we press
the sound of what we hear

we might remain deaf

Four seasons

Smell of violets
kind to my dreams
and visions
fairy tales about world
that raised with hope
for all life :
generous to the wrinkled ones
generous to the birds
and i was friend with butterflies,
ants and bees
running shoe-less and naked
straight into the wild river
that time
i wasn't afraid of snakes
And then the summer came
dissolute boys
started whistling on the streets
I never liked how they starred on my breasts
so i learn how to walk
with my head towards to the ground.
Happiness was a moisture on the morning grass
and then you
you happened in my heart
little seed in my palms
that grew high towards to heaven
if everyone would be like you
world would be a better place to live.
Leaves of the autumn, shimmering skin
i never missed
darkness of passing clouds.
Stories were in my hands
on paper of Edward's island
i found the house on the shore
i used to project every detail
-the bed clothes, the curtains,
the candle dinners
sweetness of love,
Sunday church
and... these little two.
But then there was no more fruit on the trees
just bitter taste of your blurry lips
ice drew the flowers on the window
your picture vanished in haze
life reshaped sharpness of my sight
well, nothing lasts forever
yet.

Lost and Found II.

Fly over the moon and back
is noon and sun is heating on my neck
I am weird Jones
I am standing in front of the library
Dressed like shaman
inhaling all the knowledge hidden
Exhaling flashes of
Your lips
Feeling loved
Velvet touch
Memories of gold
buried in the loft

you're gone
well, goodbye..

stay soft..

Layers of Red and Black

i don't see bad
well, i look for red
Ignoring black 
And dead 
And imperfect

Would this be life
if we focus on whats dead?
Would this be faith
If we always turn our head

towards to the past?

My world, my love, my soul

My ears are shells,
sizzle bellow torrential waves.

My soul is the Cave
which I had built for myself,

Royal bare,
where only chosen ones can enter

My happiness is burning in the middle of the circle.

My eyes are gateway
to exposition.

They do not sit next to me
migratory birds.

I am a dreamer

i love to spread my wings and fly
and there's no power to stop me
i live with the head in the sky
my world is colourful
with lack of ordinary grey

i love to draw
these pictures in my head
with my fingers

When the snow is falling down
i create the fairy-tales at the candle lights
and praying for miracles to happen
praying that people will find the way back

when the sun is shining
i dance on the streets
cause i am living what has left for free

and there is nothing apart of vibe
cause i am living what i feel

like a child

Lost and found I.

Sometimes lovers 
have to be far from each other 
to get closer 

close your left eye
open right hemisphere

if i could turn back time 
I would never want to own you
and you wouldn't be afraid
that you do not belong to yourself

I only have three eyes
in the third
love
that gives you wings

their fluttering
breaks the walls of mind

this is a sound

of mysterious transformation
time when girls
turns to women