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

Take a smile

The sun lights through the forest
deep down into the essence of the ground
there is no tension in veins of earth
happiness is the moment of peace

releasing kindest acts of creation
the beauty of the lips and the silent rain
we don't believe in hate
just in extending the reach of the love

that doesn't depend on any anything
apart of the power of the heart
keep sensations of the affection

take a smile :)

Peace and water

and now i need to talk
why do i always have to talk
in silence
whispering
when no one can hear me
apart of the walls ?
my internal turned to water
used to burn into the hell
deepest down in every cell

how could be liquid
out of fire ?

how could be peace
after  the war ?

the world rules by own dynamics
personal views
there's lack of inner children
indigo flames
and even when there is a doubt
if there is still something to believe in
(we live in times of Remark's failing faith
desperation of an existence )
eternal light always drags me inside in my dreams
into the truth  i see trough thousands of neurons
(my curse, my gift)

there is a miracle
in uterus of woman

a faith is a seed
in the water
where God started his own creation.

You're only a shadow

Spending my days on my own
evenings in nature of naked self
Wind blows away always everything
apart of your resonance

I used to be called the The princess
In nights i like to transform into the witch
Dragon fly that flies behind the glass
of your life, and soul .
Mastering skills of what we call The meaning of universe
Out of the space there is a net
Matrix of us and God's Divine of presence
hold on to your soul, your juice, your essence
twin flame of mine, my eternal love
what did they do to you?
my karma bleeds
Do i deserve to be untouched by crystal ?
Didn't my teachers train me enough ?

Only shadows you gave me,
holy whispering and blinding lights.

Panta Rhei

I was searching for a stream
in my woods of childhood dream
times has turned
and landscape too

"all flows in the wind of change"

is God the one to blame?
We will never be the same.

The Horse Power

My skin rubs against all the years
they repaint the book of my face 
every day in the mirror of the truth 
i am finding new story from yesterday
sometimes it drags me back
to last decade of easiness
i used to call my body " leather "
but now i feel it in my guts 
that i evolved into the war horse.

I need the Crystal

I am crying out blood,
the juice of life
i am forgotten 
earth sucks in emptiness of eternal soul
i forgot 
what i have been looking for 
i cannot find it here
i don't listen to the God's whispering
i let them cut my wings
and all i have 
is sins
i need the crystal

Sleeping Venus

If you are cold 
you are never too far from fireplace 
If  you love 
you are never too far from the skulls
like Delvaux's sleeping Venus 

so Beautiful ...

they try to catch the moon for you
sing the Dobler's serenade
Say anything 
a human touch  
is like a lace to your skin
so appreciated 
in matter of time 
so lovely
in the matter of rhyme 

I loved you first (Regina Spektor - Samson )

Before the world has risen

  Before the story was told

  in the blue coat - dryard

  i was  babtized by diviners

   

  we searched the world

  running in the fields of childhood

  found that little house with a fire

  i could call home of wisdom

   

  in my dreams you called me there

  druids sent me, gave me bless

  never settle - not for less

  My soulmate is the Preacher

   

   

  whispering in my left hemispehere

   

  I loved you always

  I loved you first

   

  so my love is on the run

  so my love is like a race

  to recognize you in the face

  of a man.

People are divine

They just switched on the lights 
while she was singing last broken song
on the streets outside
so much life is alive 
some is for freedom,
some is for nothing, 
some lasts for something:
they all want to have a meaning 
the purpose of their creation
people are divine 
till she finishes the song
the bar is almost closed 
but if tommorow is today
none of us won't die
only sun arises 
in relativity of time
A will to live
is the street art
key from the doors to the  humanity .  

Back to dreamer

If you can love me 

I will have to go
pupate of fear
i have never met someone like you
cannot tell anyone how i feel
i don't think they will understand
but when the time will come
kiss me slowly
till my wings will grow
so i can leave the ground
and get once high
mabye the magic is out there
your are an eagle made of paper
but who said you can't fly with me ?