Love Me

Old mystic song of a human soul
And the dark side of the moon
The sun kills us according to the Installment plan
The stairs to heaven I ascend
There are no highways there
You I think of, bird is the absence of words
My worlds are foreign without night and day
Lunatic poetry arises there
But as long as I am here, please
Love me, touch me

Touch softly, silently, with you fingertips
Touch with a kiss, and a breath, just the way you like it
Touch with a smudge of hair, eye lash bow, muslin pain

Love and solitude
True love only God gives and understands
I look for it, and want to live for it
Though opprobrium may deceive
I miss the silence of a deserted island
My worlds are foreign without night and day
Lunatic poetry arises there
But as long as I am here, please
Love me, touch me

The queer is beautiful, I think, corrupting others
As a birthday gift I will give myself a peace in my mind
Darling, though it's hard, you can drink loneliness up,
Say no more, just embrace me, and touch me.

If I promised You...

You say I overshadow,
With myself I fill your entire world
And aside of me you notice
Only what you want to give me
Everything you want to give me
You say we are born
To be for one another every day
And the days,
Even the bad ones to all appearances, are here to bring us closer
Words are beautiful
But they are only words
So, if I promised
To share each dream with you
Would you believe
In the unreal gesture?
And if late at night
I would swear that the day still lasts
One of those dark ones
More important then the words are
And if late at night
I would swear that the day still lasts,
Would you believe
In that banal dream?

Daydreams in a coffee mug.

I am not an article of your first need. You don’t need to have me for the asking.
I won’t satisfy your hunger. I don’t cure hangovers and depression. I don’t attenuate exanthema. I am not needed in the facebook friends list. I will not be Miss America. I may not console your heart; I may not treat with a kind word. I won’t applaud ideas. I have my own. I know what I am doing. Contrary to what seems. Disenchant expectant. May not satisfy. Let down what’s organized in me. Don’t always give hope. I may not be a Five Ruble Coin that pleases everyone. I pour my daydreams in a coffee mug.

Tears Simply Are- To Madzia

You know how many misunderstandings, anger, hostility we would simply escape
if we only understood, that we don't have to be perfect, still fight, judge, and torture ourselves continuously by requirements of time way beyond our power
That we have the right to learn, to make errors, and to be pathetic
Someone once said to me, "Tears, tears just are".
That someone, like a Wonder-Worker, withdrew from me, the guilt, the loos that always brought anger, nuisance, misunderstanding, and some more of anger, coming back, bouncing back.
The need to fight and proving something.
Also helped me to avoid another portion of aggression form the world, which quite possibly through the tears felt denounced, judged, and summoned to another fight.
Tears just are.
Sometime you just have to let them roll.
Without accusations.
Or Grievance.

A year of dangerous life.

Almost Passed. Another one.
Since yesterday, my small daruma doll looks at me alertly with one eye
I tell her: It will be fine. After all you know me. It's nothing, that this year, yet again, I will trap myself in a thousand stories native to Czech cinematography or Venezuelan soap-opera..
It's nothing that I will run headlong blindly, jump over vertical walls and stumble over my own feet....
It's nothing. At least neither one of us will be bored :)
You know me, after all. So guard me, and don't let me leave your eyesight.
Keep me on a short leash.
Like a vicious, jibber, bolter foal...
Like a colourfull kite during a gale...
Like a half-piglet during a dull day :D

:D

jeszcze kilka dni temu myślałam naiwnie - you're my favourite mistake...
dzisiaj, po tym wszystkim, ogarnia mnie pusty śmiech - what the fuck was I thinking...


P.S. Mathilda- the frog, jumped under my feet
on my way to work today.
asked if I can kiss her.
She said she doesn't kiss on the first date.

dwarf and a pirate princess

can drive over in my sweat pants, plastic clasp in my hair, and abundance of problems.
can break down into thousands of tiny pieces on your couch, and cry 'til I am out of breath.
can show that in reality I am a witch, and to fullfill happiness I only need a panga.
can everything, and you will still like me. best in the world.

believe in what I say, and mostly-
I believe in what I hear.
I use simple words.
'I' is I. 'You' is You. 'Love' is love.
'White' is white. 'Black' is black.
Seems, it doesn't work like that for everyone.
95% of ladies I know in Chicago and the area
don't seem to see the difference.



You ask me what happiness is
I will tell you if you are so interested
Happiness is a small girl
sitting on snow
and looking astonishingly
at the foot mark
Happiness is a small girl
that pees in a cup with coffee.

Be a Part of Me

I'm a miraculous dreamland
The land of everlasting dreams
If you want to come ashore
Prepare a boat
Let the starlight lead you at night
Like you were re-born
And love for the first time
Please stay,
The dreamland arises from sleep
With your warmth and touch of lips

Stay, until our kisses
And the rays of sun live in us

Sometimes its worth to forgive
Sometimes its worth to come back
Forget the bad
Paint the days with beautiful colours
However possible

Let the rocks fall
Let the hail fall
Down the stairs
To the Gates of Truth
Let it burn in flames
Of our bodies
All the pain and regrets

Be a part of me
Be my dream
A ray of sun that is given by a day
A drug to cure my pain
Always, be where I am.