The murder

I cannot sense what you have done.
To your own son.
The blood of your blood.

When you clouded the knife,
into his heart.

And now you suffer in hell.
In devil's
net you rest, forever.

I cannot forgive, what he has done.
Evil himself, his possession.

You're smaller than your face.

Last summer, we played and sing,
on the guitar...

And my youth, and beauty,
does it deserve,
impurity of your heart,
Hate and pain you will suffer is enough.

Thank you,I have seen a lot of a bad life.

Green above the sky.
Tragic and haze above this land...

All the pictures

There was a Devil in the cave,
under the waters discovered,
black and white, wings covered.
He was my Lord,I was his slave.

Wise men they were who stood around,
when my body levitated above
the ground,
hopeless, like I didn't own myself.
unknown, like I didn't meet myself.

And when they brought the mirror,
I saw his tongue out, he had laugh
like a madman in the bloody rain,
until he realised there is a chain

around his neck.

When it rains

there is a beauty in the rain:
God cries his own sins
maybe tomorrow,
he can come clean
we can come clean

and nature will strike us

There is a beauty in growing
- every little piece of our organism
orgasm in the universe
and eternity reminds us

how much time we have left.

Not much beauty left

There is not much beauty left
darkness is leaking from the ground
Land of the last warriors,
their hearts are their swords.

What has to be done to break the spell ?

Witches of this land are hidden
under the monuments and haze unknown ,
sneaks into the air with the strange magic,
we will never know, but we can feel.

There is not much beauty left in this world,
the one we have is our own,
she's been stolen from what we've seen
in our mother's eyes...

I am your child

What lasts only, eternal light?

I am tired of living,
and that was only half of it.
Things we have seen, not yet dark
as they will come,
as they will appear
if our mind will betray us

I am tired of the image
in the mirror,
the one that doesn't belong inside,
strange nature of the other,
the one that comes from the same
blood line

I am tired of missing wings,
when they spread and the yellow lights
explode in the forehead,
surround it like a crown
there I am queen to myself
and carry the candle light with grace

I am tired of being wrong and right
twist the tongue when heart breaks inside
and brings one on the other side of the river Styx

carry me,
heal me,
I am your child.

Addiction is bad. We can make a difference together.

Have you ever been addicted to something or someone ?
Then you know what I mean. Is hard to stop it, and is hard not to loose.

If any of us would think, this is not about him or her, they would be wrong.

But maybe we have still friends, family, still ear to hear us .
There are people who lost everything. We see them on the street, sometimes
we give them a cup of tea, or a penny which they spend for stress relief :
tobacco, alcohol...that's an easy act as we are passing by.

However some of them are heading to talk to people, who don't give them money.

They give them back their dignity. They teach them how to cook, paint, trust again.

To give a penny is easy. However to remind someone his own dignity is hard job to do.

Let's support these people, who remain us of humanity.
Many small acts can save someone's life and dignity. Make a difference now.

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Sometimes the Sun

When the reality sunk into a dream
your name was written in the steam
and around were unknown crowds
smell of your body is smell of the clouds.

Someone cleaned the worms and clams
while I draw in the sand - diagrams
blessed in eternity
blessed in sanity

you're not that kind of love
crying on the tree
you smile before
I count to three

flying above the candle
like a guard of the flame
like a sun that comes the same
in eyes of chosen ones

you don't eat shadows...

I loved you first

They say"be careful what you wish for"

What have I whispered to the trees?
If not the sound of your name,
into the life of leaves, nest of bees,
back then I was the one to blame..

Thus I have regained dignity, grace,
your cycle ended in the woodland green,
old me you raised, with broken face
no longer exposed is to be seen.

Your old sins, knives, and scalp
-all is forgiven in this new land,
my mask was burned,
buried in the ground.

Black

Sometimes the time is timeless
and doesn't count the nights
sometimes beloved is loveless
and doesn't look for rights

sometimes the eye that's closed,
is concerned of everything exposed
sometimes bleeding is your neck,
the blood isn't red, but black..

From the dust and soil

I connect to myself
through the spiral of trust
running from my toes
towards to my third eye
this eye
can see and hear
when the sand makes a movement and let it resonate
in my left hemisphere

I love the mouth
that tells a story
I have been hidden too long
because my tongue was twisted
and my tongue was scared
to express the soul

therefore I am a music
I am moving the ground
painting crazy pictures
when nobody misses me
like the ground I came from
like the soil and dust
soon I will come from the sky,
gently love you,
my unborn child.

When will you get tired?

What has been there?
Out, in the sky? Highness possessed
by virtuosity!
Clear picture it's a deeper meaning,
where the soul penetrates into
the harmony...

What has been there?
Oh my sweet wisdom! How I praised
you, placed you on the pedestal,
just to end up by eating dust
and furthermore:

here one stands in his objection,
vision of forgiveness and the truth.
A woman that has chosen to stand
on the top of the hill and never fly !
Shame on those who hate themselves,
who cared when the survival mattered?

Thus sky was getting darker, the coat she wore purple,
and mind was getting wiser,
wiser and older,
grew apart of being just a human,
transcendent in his own being

in the light, even when is dark:

freedom is the will of my soul,
and my soul is the will of the God.

The highness

I locked the pain inside of the body,
to transcendent,
alternate in wisdom.

I filled the jar with suffering water,
that needs to be drunk with peace
of Socrates.

The walls are mirroring my face,
my twin, The Lion,
straightening my shoulders,
healing my own skin.

I put my skull into the vase, art deco
of an empty space
where my bed remains without a sin

so I'll stop by to say thank you God,
even there is nothing to be thankful for.

The Trust

Here is the light and your word,
- spiral candle on the table,
burning those rhymes of my Lord
is promise of this matter stable ?

How can one keep his eyes opened,
when is blindfolded by a feather,
under your arms like a slice of fear,
just for tonight smells of your leather

and inhales the story unknown yet?

And what if one day, this all is dust
Laying on furniture of elder house,
Living alone with a cat and a mouse,
how long can last unspoken trust?

I wont feed pain of any essence

Last spring brought rubbish from the trees,
spiral twist whistling, full of bees
scented flowers jumping on the streets
like there was one who my world completes

They say we should get what we gain
Some things just cannot happen again
hidden in bush since was my heart
vage, alerted right from the start

Yet to beloved I am giving wings
to fly with their shame and sins
Yet I don't judge what do I know,
sometimes truth comes to us slow

but I won't feed pain of any kind:

does it make stronger our mind ?

Things that haven't happened yet

A world sung the rhymes about the river

I walked through her , carried on legs of mind

nailed to the body which was made to shiver,

hurt by the ground, unfriendly to my kind.



Memories suddenly just changed their sound

their shape remain me pages in forgotten book

now that they ‘re dead, buried in the ground

they seem less hazardous as they used to look



Then I asked: what is the weakness of the soul ?



I failed to search for a jar to forget the unknown

things that haven't happened yet are not yet known

life is a ride that shows us signals mixed

A cobby stone pavement that may be fixed

The wolf

I've came across few old memories,
flashes of light and the darkest power

I suddenly changed to wolf:
holding my own skull with two fingers
scared of my own eyes
facing a human
I ran away...
what has left in this world for me ?
howling my name in the wind
as soon hunters will find me
and will revenge on my hunger
all these that live in memories
dragged my heart into hopeless shadow of this forest - my only home,
and yet,

I do not know every corner of it.

Slow kisses on your neck

I've been searching the world
my palms were sticking to your skull
glued to your brain till your breath got heavy..

You closed your blindfolded eyes
and moved all that matters inside me
filled me with your pain
and pleasure

I wanted you to look at me
show you how does it feel
to make love to myself
but you shut into your ways
moving inside me like I was a slave.
You let me crave for more living flowers
in the black ground surrounding
the river Styx

Maybe Iam old fashioned

Maybe I am from different times
sitting on the trees of limes
giggling is my only passion
definitely so old fashioned

waiting for the one and only
my true love

maybe sounds like disney's story
vintage clothes and all the glory
my prince is hot,a bit silly man
supposed to be a gentleman.

my gold long hair will wildly grow
as my heart will glimpse the glow
of his sword, will hear his horse
to trot my way, it can't be worse

than the blow
of my only
one
true love.

my prince will be sometimes so wrong,
never mind as long he'll be as strong!
As i am princess, petite, neaty
Disney just wants me being pretty

my only problem is however
i wont have my legs long ever!
but the prince worth all thrills
I will start to wear high heels !

The City

In the big city

Love is a cockatil of the dust and soil
you think you drink wine,
but it's oil
the city stands greatly and impresses
all of these legs in expensive dresses

with all that make up on your face
you wear Laboutin, chanel's lace
milions of people looking meanly
each of them feeling just as lonely

as you.

You have dreamed about a big city
to stand on high heels,look pretty
the city full of beautiful boys
that treat girls like toys

they' ll bring you up,
they'll bring you down.
look at you now girl,
you look like a clown...

My home

my home,the feeling blue and yellow
Everything smelled tight and mellow
The other day in this land i felt bitter
Everything tasted a bit more sweeter
this time...
i left my heart there. suddenly i walk
restless, and empty is the way i talk
Lacking emotions, i miss my heart
maybe that is the way and the start
of happiness...

Shine

I wrote a story about dust
audience of the empty trust
the world lacks of sympathy
deserve a hand of empathy

as many children of our kind
missing love to feed their mind
someone to step up for the true
someone to uplift their soul so blue..

So speak up,step up for your soul
One don't have to play that role
move on, bravely cross that line
grow up, now its time to shine.

The magic of love

In an ancient world

they called me "White"

when my heart spoke

I didn't open my mouth

holding your skull

just starring straight

into your blank eyes

thus you recognized

how much I love you


And since I met you

few times in shape

of different times

you weren't the sun

nor the tender moon

but the solitary wolf

while universe was

changing it's story

I could have choose

easiness and daylight

but now and then


I have choose you .

It's all good

I know what i see

when I close my eyes

when I no longer

do believe in lies:

in the sea of love,

its silent latitude

only thing hurtful

was just your attitude

I know why I laugh:

because I am good.

I've built a shelter

the one you would


burn if you'd find it


I know what's next:

healed heart of mine

barely remembers

of your crime


We're over now ,

 lost in green haze

peace in the air

vanished in glaze