Past

Past.
The Lady.
Tiring and moody.
When You wish to finally
drag away
from Her black lips
from Her rainbow fan
memories
Her feet encroach
In Red Boots
Into space-time
Into presence
Stretches transparent veil
like a shroud
over the streets
Old rain
Morning storm
Night gale
Want
to count up
but She still
and still
discards your statements
Sends new ones
wrapped
in blood red ribbons.

Moment is Music

I will make it simple-
we know each other for more than a day-
Not just one night fulfilling
Ask me nothing, just read my lips
Moment is music, when You touch me.
Make music when we are together.

How many flaws I have I know
How much of my heart I can give- I know
The world and past-
I cannot change.
I write this.
Why? Because I can
I know your smell, and I fall asleep

I want to feel You
Giving yourself to me
Sure, I am breaking the rule of privacy.
But you know how far this has gone.

There are moments
When anger closes eyes.
Blindly run,
Life looses its sense.
Don't have any questions about that.
I hate when things grind.
Make my dreams come true
Stupid fate won't win.
Life will pay off the debt.

Lets take what ours
and take a road trip.

The Rainy Aura

Staring into the rainy aura outside the window
I concluded that I do not regret a single thing in my life.
All the important matters, issues, causes,
that once seemed like failures and defeats,
today make sense, and have a target.
It was worth to cry over my broken heart or the friendship
that got lost to understand, to thank for it, to appreciate it,
and mostly- to find a new one.

...despite absolute fatigue, despite absolute dejection,
despite fear, despite the fact that not everything is going my way,
I am so damn happy.
Spring outside my window, sun shines only for me,
I walk and search for freckles.

Forgotten chocolates

The sun shining on the side, poor thing is probably still afraid,
but its shy rays ask if they may, will I finally smile.
Human lives are unbelievable, however, told with reality.
Unexpected meeting.
A smile. A kiss. Peace in mind.
Chaos.
..and wonderful box of forgotten chocolates...

Seduced Me.

Seduced me.
With that smile of yours
That melts ice
Reflecting in your eyes
Highlighting the world
Broadcasting colours
Calming the sorrow.
That Smile of Yours.
Medicine for everything.
Smile of Yours.
Unusual.
Extraordinary.
Smile of Yours.
and the world is spinning.
Enchanted world.
and within it
I
Touched by a magic wand.
That smile of Yours.

...because life can be tedious, hideous, and hopeless

Threw my jacket on the table and warned everyone I was pissed off.
Won't answer the phone.
Tell them I am not here, that a truck hit me if you must,
and if it happens to be the president, just tell him
I may call him when I have a free moment.

I am approaching that thin border, tolerating the alive matter,
I am ready to turn my cell phone off as its ring makes me furious.

You can walk a lot faster than some wish to run
have whatever you desire
Each thought turn into a positive word
Listen.
Listen because
It's so funny to breath through a pink straw
Blissful so, to talk without unpleasant memories
Each day tells us more
Listen.
Trust yourself one more time
Show what you are made of
Not just once
Beautiful words do tell everything
But won't change a damn thing

Cursed city of whores and pimps

I start believing that I live 20 km away from the moon.
Because I loose stable contact with reality.
Dirty power, probably bloody sparrows sitting on wires.
"You better watch out for what you say to yourself.
Because it might just turn out that you are actually listening".
Damn. And I didn't come up with this earlier????
Cursed city of whores and pimps, and in that city, I.
Jell-O like consumptionism sticks to the walls, and in the air you can smell the stench of stale snobbery
Latch on to someone else's ideas, when I lack my own.
I don't know.
I don't understand so many things,though I try so hard.

Conformism or helplessness???