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.