Dizziness

I need this madness in my veins,
I know you hate it,
you're so polished with your anger,
I need this fire in my sheets,
I know you hate it,
you're so polished with your love,

I am dizzy and the world around me is turning around.
Someone has offered me drugs,
I think I don't need them,
I see animals and fears on the chain,
I see the future of hearts and cry,
pain of human nature, dust and soil,
when they are burying their loved ones.

It's powerful,
my head and body
when exposed and mixed consumed,
you may become blue,
so blue that your skin won't recognize itself.

Love for someone else

My lover,
where are you ?
Why do you whisper only,
behind my curtains?

I pretend love, but I am the moon,
you failed to love me my dear,
at least the way I thought love could be,
no magic happened yet, no drama is present,

Is this what love is ? So loveless ?

I have white hair now, my youth is gone,
live brought us troubles and tired bones,
no more I dream about you
being in me
while we are lying on the grass in our forest,

Is that what love is ? So calm ?

I am peaceful lately, giving up on my fears,
you brought the best in me, hard to get used to it,
what did you whisper,
when you whispered to the wind,
and trees and charmed all the bees my love?

Is that what love is ? So peaceful ?

So be it, if they say so. They talk like they saw
something I never draw,
possibly imagined in my heart,
so I will trust them, that they know unknown,
although my love,
although your love,
my love,
was for someone else.

The Element

I thought this world will remember me,
and then I met the others,
insects under the blanket of our bed,
I slept on thorns suddenly,
unless I met the one they call " White ".
She covered me with leaves,
and talked to me only the way we understood.
I was reborn in the forest,
solitary rose in the water,
the sky was dark forever,
filled with magic and falling stones.
"Don't be afraid", she told me with kindness.
"You are no more than the element of nature".
So I became a water, buried the fire in me,
let the " others " grow, wild flowers,
I loved without love shared,
feeling unknown to me.
Why do we meet expecting someone else to save us,
when we are whole, reaching out.
Water you've never been water,
bring your fire out,
shine and give warmth
to the world.

Lover in the morning haze

Wake me up lover.            

with your tender kiss

I feel too much

and sleep long lately

Stab your eyes 
into my forehead lover,

so forever I can see them

sharpened in their sight

Take me off fire lover,

once again,

cool down the air in my lungs

I am rotting in my skin

I've never put

anyone first.

thus burning in your dreams,

and when you feel the thoughts of me:

you hesitate.

Bury me lover,

into the ground,

memory that once became

us in eternity

flowing in the haze

like an autumn leaf

Love me my in this momentarily room.

my lover,

we don’t know a thing.

Will you still remember me

when winter comes ?

Heart strong

Can’t fight the fear

cause ain’t coming

in the morning air

yesterday I broke my heart

made of glass

now that I am alone

standing in the field

I watch from both sides of my brain

noticing noticing

observing how I am losing you

finding myself in the war

with my own weapons

you call me crazy 8

hiding from my imperfection

while I am getting stronger,

while the wind kissed my soft skin

I started to dance with myself,

all I was looking for is me.

Somewhere close to you

I want to fly to the space,
somewhere close to you,
where your ear can listen to this madness
so we can inhale the pollen together
I want to taste those bittersweet lips,
filled with the temperature of doubts,
heavy and full of blood,
I want to take off your wings,
so you can fall half naked,
bursting into the rhymes,
soaking into the presence
of your essence,
I need you near,
where we don't need the air,
but the tongue and lust,
spiral of trust.

Brand new me

She smiles...
you've been thinking
that's because of you
as the architect
and the creator of
stars in her eyes
and even if not because of you
she learned to wear them
in a professional,
lady like manner.

Somebody told me about her,
and I had to see it for myself:
submissive beauty of female
because I've been hurt
because I've been cheated
I had to learn about her mask,
when she doesn't wear herself with the paint on her face.

I know it's stupid,
to see it that way
now I have a long hair
no make up on my face
wearing my boyfriend's jeans

and he looks at me
and he smiles
he thinks he lied good enough
to make me happy
he is the creator of my sky
because when I look at him
I smile and kiss him,
remain him of what his wife used to be like.

I am standing here,
with no equal rights
holding my rough beauty
in my palms
I am over this story,
when I am not worth
of love,

I love myself instead,
I feel ME.

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?