"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

in LOVE

"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...

"hidden truth become a poison"

“hidden truth become a poison”

Your last words were very confusing to me

I wasn’t sure to whom you spoke

I wasn’t sure what I did wrong

Even if it wasn’t your wish

you put me into the middle of a storm

my own tornado supported by your words

SHE is very fragile, open, pure

SHE loves without condition

and SHE has her own preferences

open spaces, fresh air, simple clarity

music, art, poetry, SHE enjoys the company

of warm rain, hailstorms are not for her

what kind of friend would I be

If I would have neglected to tell You

who I am not only who I intend to be

"a tango not guaranteed"

“a tango not guaranteed”

It is not my wish to provoke wars

It is not my desires to become a savior

I’m not going to save the world

I am going to spread words, words of love

I use to travel light without excess baggage

I’m opening a door after a previous door was closed

In my travel back I haven’t an insurance

“if I won’t  succeed I would come back to my old backyard”

A moment of tango is very relaxing

A journey takes longer

"my dark site"

“my dark site”

I do not have any secrets

neither black nor white stories

There is nothing to reveal

the same face to everyone

as an island has the treasure

there is plenty to discover

I’m not insoluble riddle

I’m open book for reading

as a mirror shows reflection

I could show your perfection

Your moods and your t-shirts

so be careful of your dress

"for daughter"

“for daughter”

I love my child,

I love my daughter

She owns me nothing

She came on this world

through me, it was her choice

I don’t expect either

love nor respect in revenge

I chose to be mother

I own her nothing

through her, it was my choice

Motherhood is like

childhood has beginning

and the end

what stays after?

moments of joy

and moments of pain

We are now blessed

by freedom of choice

we are true friends

love dancing in our hearts

with understanding

I give her a free hand

to discover the world

make her own mistakes

followed her dreams

choosing friends

She gives me freedom

to be myself do what I wish

without a shame

of lost paradise

not pick upping phones

I’m gifted by her

she is gifted by me

honest words

honest love

liberty

daughter become a mother

one day.... perhaps

mother will stay always

with her child

even after

"a martial art"

“a martial art”

How many vases did Hamada destroyed

before one could say: thank you master

for my pleasure to enjoying one masterpiece

How many diamonds were broken before

one brilliant ring assured a woman in love

that She is the one, right and now, chosen

to give is to receive in the same moment

I give and I get empty space and happiness

only if the gift is welcome, need it, wanted

How one would know what I need

and what I welcome? I must speak about

my wishes, preference, present conditions

How I to discover what I could give

to people around me, to friends, to strangers

to beloved, how to figure out what they long for

Listen and provoke them invite to unknown field

with patience love and understanding, encourage

them, wait without anxiety for opening of the door

I am grateful for each strong word

from a stranger, a friend, a lover, they always

helped me to grow, to know what I need, long for

I won a few battles, and from that time

I know that the darkest part of the night is always

before the dawn, “give out but don’t give up ” as You said

..."and that is a point"

and that is a point, from my backyard

I can’t be fully happy surrounded by unhappy people

sooner or later I will become the same or “madman”

I can’t enjoy fully life surrender by disasters

I can say: what I could do, hundreds of men tried in the past

to changed systems, when faced with injustice, intolerance

In 1979 I saw as my father with leaflets in one hand

and wooden stick in the other was preparing  for “evening walk”

“where are you going” I asked, “my child you will not understand now

but I must act for your future, although we don’t believe

that Communism will vanish and we will be free

we have to try, perhaps one day you would travel where you wish”

I did not understand at that moment

I only trusted that he would be back

Thanks, Daddy, I’ve traveled a lot!

Albeit you forgot about your gift for me

and wishes to see me often by your site

You were right to try and to act!

What kind of daughter would I  be

if I would not follow your footsteps?

I tried and I will try

even if nobody will believe...

I’ve never heard from You: I love You

as You never heard from me: I love You

although I said : I love a man

and I said: If I tell You that I love You

Love is a way covered by  flowers and rocks

but still Love is the best way to BE and to DO

BUT I must to say, I am not going

to take my words to any grave

I love You as a mother love a child

I feel I have right to say like that

a Mother in Love must be strong

to be able to say in right time

no, no my son, this and that

is not allowed