Sunday, 19 January 2014

...his nest

She came to his nest
she, fragile, noisy bird

she needs time
she needs space

she needs trees
to sing her songs

a hamer good for Thor
and for a blacksmith

Magic flute plays
the key role

in each nest
in any source

she came to his nest
a shaky, smiling sparrow

It was worth it ?
asked an eagle

and that’s it !

Wednesday, 7 August 2013

no reason for Love

The Nature methodize'd everything 
your existence enrich mine
all day and after

 was it always like this?
who knows...
but it is.

Love should not mean
but BE

Saturday, 3 August 2013

The door to the present moment

The door to the present moment
The target without the aim
Arguments perish
Don't believe in me...
Cherish me...

Sunday, 28 July 2013

"sin a free will are contradictions"

“sin and free will are contradictions”

It is always good to use  logic
however a woman is often seen
as an illogical creature

It is always good to choose logic
first before taking any steps
steps on the road
or in thought

God gave us a free will
Eva picked an apple
from the tree of “unknown”
and was banished for
her free will

Where is the logic in that story?
He gave yet free will and
He found her action,
her act of free will to be  a sin!

All major religions could  survive
only through fanaticism -
free thinkers will not accept
illogical statements
even from Gods!”

"I don't know..."

I don’t know how it is
to be without You
because I know nothing
about these days together

I don’t know how it is
to miss you
because you’ve never
kissed my skin

Should she worry
about his return?
I’m not sure
they've never met

One and one isn't two!
One and one that’s eleven.

Two is extraordinary,
TWO means ONE
one body
one mind
one soul

"Please forgive me"

Please forgive me my freely imagination
please forgive me the way how I am me

please forgive me my small talks about socks,
a small house on huge rock, French sunglasses

please forget about me, the small me
unavailable ....impossible unavailable

please forget, it is no way, no way to
avoid corruption when imagination is set free

but if you could jump above clouds above midstream
media, prejudice, religion, expectation and judgment

you will find me there, above the sky, always available
smiling woman in long red dress, before

and the woman with long silver hair a day after

"don't keep my words"

“Don’t keep my words”

I’ve canceled my work for today
I’m unwell, I will not forced myself
to give smile when I feel I wish to cry

“Always keep your word it doesn't matter
how it will cost you, keeping promises
shows your character” my father’s words

And I said:”I will be with you until death”
and I’ve broken my words, I am guilty
I’m weak, I deserve for punishment

I can not promise You anything
You or anybody else, don’t keep my words
they are useful, I’m weak, I’m like everyone

Do I have rights to tell You
about my weakness, gray moods
moments when I wish to scream or cry?

I feel I must tell You ergo I am honest.
You could experience with me orgasmic ecstasy
in the moment of laughing, dancing, playing, eating

and You could experience with me
thunderstorms, broken vases on the wall
a closed door, a deaf phone, an empty room

ecstasy longs for a moment and
lightning blinks  for a moment.. well,  how long is
  a moment then? from a second to infinity...