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