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.