Like The First Time

When the wind of amnesia disperses smoke over the water
When the wall keeps on growing though songs were supposed to tear it down
When Pinocchio in the fire falls
Little Prince is long gone
And the tracks to Narnia disappear

Kiss me, just like the first time
Don't let the routine of lips' desire wreck us
Let's make love, like for the first time
Oh love, without betrayal, and jealous world

When with a wrinkle time often carves the face
When God ages out in us to trust him more often than not
When thoughtless rumble around us
Want to cover the lack of ideas
And money, trying to eat its own tail, scored colic

Kiss me…
Sip champagne naked
And nibble on strawberries right after
On the beach make love
Before stars' eyes
Have pillow fights
Always laugh way too loud
And drink two beers after we're done.

Please, take care of me...

You can fight for me,
or throw a word
I take my coat off
You have no idea how I am
In white, black or red,
Grey mouse mixed with dirt, or with gold around neck
Queen of the disco, to like or to believe
Looking for a prince charming, or prefer a knight?
Maybe I want you to say you love me
Maybe I will laugh at the flower you bring
Maybe I mistake your name for my friends
It's hard to be around me
And you should know it won't be easy
If you aren't sure

Listen, I couldn't fall asleep last night
Morning show is on, dawn outside the window
Sleepless night didn't bring any bliss
People still can't figure out who I really am
And you know my thoughts and desires
Quite days or drunken tango
Sweet or crazy, I will finally state myself
You probably would give up a lot to understand me
The rest of whiskey at the bottom of my glass
Funny play, or picture of distress, maybe?
Percentage of courage will bring revenue
To come up to you, and whisper in you ear

Take care of me, even when I don't want you to
Take care of me, tremendously, so tremendously
Take care of me, even when you lack the reasons
Take care of me, tremendously

I am angry because I am alone in my bed
Busy signal when I call my heart,
Because I once lost the sense of life
Speeding on the highway of life
I crashed into you
So please take care of me,
Even when I don't want you to,
Even when I say no.

I discovered a new dimension of days and hours...

My city- abode of lowlife, Homo neanderthalensis, baboons, and oafs.
Eviscerated from my thoughts, my own wish, mind you.
Accompanied by feeling of ridiculous comicality and small-scale-ness.
Like remorse, of a rape victim.

Monday. Quite possibly the worst day I can think of. The most gimpy and worthless part of the week.
I hate it, well, maybe not hate it, but its structure doesnt really suit me well.
Crisis of failures starts early in the morning, and I see its results later on.
And I am tired of this Monday, that hasn't come yet, this black, hurting and screaming at the top of its lungs Monday.


I discovered a new dimension of days and hours, when I lay in bed
silence surrounds me, and every inch of my body remembers your touch.
Magic? Perhaps. Even rain dribbles in the rhythm of my thoughts,
it's, hmmm, well, weird, and I'm satisfied.
Boards squeak, everyone is asleep, I silently whisper
"Please, dont make me wait for a miracle another day"
And lips still remember the kisses, it's the soul that's full of uncertainty and vague questions,
which quite possibly won't ever be answered.
Teach me how to dance, as I dont know steps to life's rhythm. I lost it.
I try to explain to myself that uncertanity, this unnamed feeling.
Nothing hurts more than the light of dawn
I fall asleep to wake up again
Maybe you dont necessarily know, maybe you dont want to know
Maybe we have to grow up.
Strong enough to feel, to wake the heart up.
Maybe it's waking up I need, adulthood of some sort,
but in a different meaning of that word.