Medicines for life

Today I want

to die in my sleep

Instead I am

washing my face

My legs are shaking

but I am putting

on my clothes

and walking

There is

a mountain calling

Come, Kristy come

My trails

are medicines

for your life

Do you want to ask me something?

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Indestructible

Earlier my body

was machine

indestructible

with programs

for flying

for jumping

for fighting

Now my

machine parts

are rusty

and my programs

inoperative

My soul is

not machine

but it's still

indestructible

It knows

how to fly

how to jump

how to fight

Missing

For many she is

just one more

newspaper's face

but for them

she is every rustle

every trail

They look for her

in every apartment

in every corner

of streets and squares

Sometimes some haircut

awakens their hope

that it's hers

but every time

an owner of haircut

looks at them confused

Sometimes they

get wind of how

only what is left

of the majority

of missing people

are their bones

but they still believe

that their beloved

with an angel's smile

couldn't die

And they

live forgetting

their lives

and they

look for her

and look for

and look for...

The wind has lost his mind

The wind has lost his mind

He is desperately howling

as if he knows my feelings

The wind has lost his mind

His thoughts are frozen

as if he knows you died

The wind has lost his mind

He is breaking glass and trees

as if he is mad at death

I have lost my mind

I hear your voice

I see your smile

as if you are alive

Natural colors

I have a right

to show my face

without chemicals

and to keep all

my body hair

I have a right

not to cut my curves

nor to fill them

nor my wrinkles

I have a right to love

more than the plastic

my skin which

absorbs and breaths

I am a woman

with natural colors

without heels

I am married

to freedom

I was born with

all decorations

I need

Who am I?

Some say

You look so harsh

as if you would kill

if your eyes were guns

Others say

Your eyes are gentle

as a baby's smile

If goodness would

produce the food

you would feed us

None of them is right

I am not a devil nor a saint

and all of them are right

I am both a devil and a saint

Coffee with poetry muse

Today again

as every morning

I invited for a coffee

the poetry muse

and these were

her last words

Your street sounds

as thousands chainsaws

For my hearing

that could be ruinous

I need my ears

so that the poets

could write about

the birds and the crickets

the wind and the cascades

I would be grateful

if you would never

invite me again

Now I sit with tears

my loyal companions

and I dream again

about my garden

Extinguished love

Love extinguished as dinosaurs
Morning heavy as a bag of cement
No return to chocolate swimming pool
Our favorite sweets are now bitter
Post offices are closed for our letters
Quiet meadow has lost its peace
Resting is nothing without his kiss
Singing sounds as a dentist’s drill
Take my hand the lord of hell
Underground maybe I could forget

Orderless

In my head
no spheres
no squares
no triangles

My head
the movie trailer
mixing scenes
confusing
the audience

My head
orderless
as the toys
in my old
carton box

Featherless

Where are the justice tigers?

Where are the freedom panthers?

Good morning featherless chickens!

You have to let your boss

to rip out your feathers

You have to feed your children

You feed your children

with seeds for stomach

What about spiritual seeds?

Don't fool yourself

The descendants of bald chickens

will also become featherless

Sorry

I like to be
a producer
of the glow
of your hope
but this time
with such demand
I cannot cope

From stones to velvet

The fire swallowed the furniture

our warm friendly nests

It swallowed the family albums

the books and the love letters

We didn't have the resources

to repair our home

We thought our purpose

was forever lost

Then appeared some people

to whom we barely said hi

They repaired not only our house

but also the lost trust

that those souls still exist
who can turn for us
prickly stones into velvet

My first e-book

For my 100th post, instead of a poem, I want to announce that I have self published my first e-book called "The Poems Choose Me".

Big thanks to my editor Fred Robel and to my cover designer Iva Mandić! :) I also want to thank you dear readers of my blog, and to all members of poetry communities on Google+. You are my big inspiration. :)

Here are links where you can buy it:

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/490493

http://www.amazon.com/Poems-Choose-Me-Kristy-Rulebreaker-ebook/dp/B00P8DED6Q/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1415370617&sr=8-1&keywords=the+poems+choose+me

I hope this book is not my last. Thanks for reading! See you soon with new poems. :)

No one

One chair

and the air

Her lips curved

on the wrong side

To make her smile

there is no one

Cold drink

and one glass

To toast with her

there is no one

Blue skin

and the draft

There is no one

to warm her arms

False colors

All your

holy goodness

The vases

with artificial

flowers

You fooled

many others

with your

false colors

but not me

Online help

I am in trouble

but thank God

that I still

have Wi-Fi

Let's see

what Google says

what to do

in the case of flood

Please call

nine one one

It's too late

for online help

Dear monkey

the next time

before the surfing

turn off the tap

In the original

You look at me

in the original

made in one day

in my mother's

moment of madness

Maybe you want

longer my legs

shorter my nose

Maybe you like

the silicones

I like myself

multicolored as I am

By a silly dreamy poet

I am a brave poem

I died

Ten mails

I forgot to send

I died

With the black cat

I crossed the street

I died

The meal I ate

poisonous for the heart

I died

The storm from hell

attacked my town

I died

After the end of the world

in two thousand twelve

I still feel alive

I am the proof

undeniable and clear

of afterlife

The soul not sold

Look at me

So stupid

The soul not sold

Look at my shoes

The objects of pity

The cheap means of transport

Look at my status

The laughingstock

The party for ruthless

Look at my resume

The fine sand

in the broken bag

I have nothing

I have all

The soul not sold

No guests

Today my phone

is drunk

My locks

are jammed

My windows

are deaf

Today my day

needs no guests

Today I need

a silence

to hear the stories

of my heart

to wipe the tears

if it cries

The peaceful protest

We walk through

the eerie silence

and unsmiling streets

since the Depression

became a new sheriff

Let's become

the outlaws my love

Around my waist

put your arm

Let's dance till

the every citizen

join this peaceful protest

and till the Joy again

becomes our leader

Cold hearts

Compared to their hearts

the icebergs are warm

When I meet them

in the middle of the summer

I have to wear a coat

Don't cry in front of them

Don't shake hands with them

They want your tears eternal

and your hands immobile

It's hard to find a softener

for softening those hearts

as from the finished meal

is hard to extract salt

In a dream

In a dream

I had a headache

because you left me

The loneliness became

my only friend

In a dream

I was weak

and I surrendered

My only lover

became the grief

When I woke up

except the headache

nothing was real

I also want the keys

I also want the keys

after the wind freezes

the fingers and the nose

to open the home door

to sit by the stove

to make some tea

I also want the fridge

when I am hungry

to take some cheese

I also want a pot

to make some soup

when I am cold

I also want the eyes

to look at me with love

I also want a double bed

warm on the both sides

The critical moment

Just a little after

the start of the race

I want to lie down

on the wet grass

Despite the desire

for this race to stop

I say to my muscles

run, run, run

After I pass

the critical moment

the pain will abate

the fog will disperse

Instead of the distant

graceless finish line

I will see the soft lawn

Beautiful guest

When you

to my town

came unexpected

such a confusion

you created

The car wheels

were stuck

Noisy people

in houses trapped

Never before

these streets

were so quiet

I remember you

I wait for you

with desire

Long I will wait

and I understand

my cool friend

This hot soil

is not good

for your health

When you come again

as mad I will shout

Welcome beautiful guest

Snow I love you

Just a little poison

There is nothing bad

in showing your thorns

my friend

Don't be afraid

You will never

become like them

You are a loving

tender plant

Just a little poison

you could implant

Just to show that

no one can

tread on your stem

The course backward

Visitor from distant planet

Better don't approach

This world is chaotic

The humans are toxic

Before you lose your mind

Before the misery you find

Before you are trapped

Set the course backward

Memories of you

These long years

since you are dead

every smell of the homemade bread

every old stove crackling

every old clock ticking

every kind woman with kerchief

every in love strong belief

every laugh with tears

every sunny moment in these years

reminds me of you my granny

Strangely quiet

In the place of my return

something is not right

I remember cherry trees

the voices and the laughs

and a tempting smell

of the Bosnian pie

Now I can’t see

a single cherry tree

and it’s strangely quiet

The heroes go on

The heroes are terrified

to walk the night woods

The heroes go on

The heroes have in the ear

the distracting devil

The heroes go on

The heroes are aware

they are outnumbered

The heroes go on

The heroes sail the boat

whose name is Loneliness

The heroes go on

The heroes are accompanied

by open wounds and broken ribs

The heroes go on

The heroes know how it is

to climb and fall

and fall and climb

and fall again

The heroes go on

One legged dancer

She wanted to

become a ballerina

but she had no leg

She cried many nights

but one day

she started to jump

on the one she had

One day the jumping

became the dance

She won the hearts

of many viewers

Now again

she cries many nights

but those tears

happily shine

Poetry on vacation

Sweated my shirt

Swollen my legs

Working hours

The marathon trails

I miss my couch

books and tea

I miss in the mirror

to see the glee

But my poetry

she is on vacation

taking selfies

by the Pacific Ocean

A right to it

I am already old
My skin is the bark

My teeth are phantoms

My hair is the pile of straw

My breasts are snowdrops

I still want to feel

on my neck the soft lips

I still want to heat

my lover's sexy feet

Don't I have a right to it?

Your healing salt

With your fresh touch

cool my overheated skin

Your extra healing fragrance

pass trough my sinuses

Calm me with your blue

billion smiling lips

With your friendly song

pamper my ears

Your super tasty salt

share with me

You super gorgeous

Adriatic Sea

Balcony and garden

My balcony

smells of gasoline

My ears hurt

of ruthless machines

Every day

I dream about

jasmine flavored tea

in my own garden

under the shade

of the cherry tree

The curtain of perfection

These words

are not stars

who never die

These words

are not beings

who never sin

These words are

apples with worms

These words are

stains with uniforms

To write

perfect verses

I don't have

intention

because you will

never see me

if I hide

behind the curtain

of perfection

Two trucks

In my dream

I saw two trucks

One was

spooky and black

Another was

polished and golden

I heard people

calling from

the golden truck

to come there

for tea and cake

I heard people

calling from

the black truck

to come there

for water and talk

The delicious cake

would be perfect

I thought and entered

into the golden truck

There was no

cake inside

just people in white

who decided

me to kidnap

People in gray

from the black truck

came to save me

quickly and bravely

When I woke up

I was sure

the dream had

something to tell me

The conversation

I took a walk

and I saw someone

No three heads

No two noses

No six legs

Looked as

the ordinary man

He said hi

I said hi

We talked

for a while

Later I got

the objection

How could I

start the conversation

when he was

the resident of the

psychiatric institution

We are tornado

We are

tornado now

frightful, fearless

gigantic

Do you hear

that cracking

We are

blowing away

dictators, prisons

ropes and chains

They are falling

on the ground

and breaking

Always when

the oppressed are

quiet too long

that should

frighten to death

the oppressors

Dear leaf

Dear tree leaf

All my life

they are telling me

My dreams are impossible

I am worthless utopian

Only one percent succeeds

and there is no way

it could be me

I am telling this

to you my leaf

because I have

never heard a leaf

to insult, to discourage

to accuse, to ridicule

Thanks for your kindness

my dearest leaf

When my dreams

come true

I won't forget

how you listened

with love and patience

We have no life

If it weren't for

the queen's newborn child

we would have

nothing to smile for

We have no life

If it weren't for

favorite football team

who won the match

we would have

nothing to celebrate

We have no life

If it weren't for

a TV show about

the wealth of a rock star

we would have

nothing to admire

We have no life

We have no life

so we peek

into the life of others

so we could ourselves cover

just for a while

with the false nectar

Earth's enemies

Earth is afraid

Her enemies live on her

Earth is confused

If she dies

her enemies die with her

In a Planetish language

she asks her friends

Why they cause me

such a pain?

What they do to me

can you check?

With anger other

planets answer

Your humans are

fools and pests

A thing called money

they invented

To destroy your

heart and lungs

they are ready

to get it

They forgot if your

organs cease to exist

Their breath and

their heart beats

forever will vanish

Our last coffee

She wasn't here for days

and I was happy to see her face

In a few minutes, the premium coffee

I prepared, for hours of talk, I thought

She finished the coffee in a gulp

and after few words said goodbye

My lips stayed with each other glued

She left me completely confused

Not long from her visit

quiet voice said on the phone

With the life's lashings

she could no longer cope

By the well they found her shoes

and inside of it her corpse

When our last coffee I remember

my body sweats and trembles

Her freezing black thoughts

why couldn't I hear?

Why couldn't my lips

produce magical tones?

Tones that would make her stay

Tones for returning hopes

Silly tune

Drunk man holding big glass

Expensive vase touching fat arm

Thin pianist playing famous tune

Small boy hitting ugly balloon

The lady and a purse

Relaxed she is sitting on the bench

Her leather purse is wide open

to the eyes exposed her wallet

Suddenly, she is raising her head

her eyes are expanding anxiously

she is noticing me in a tracksuit

unmarked, unfashionable, decrepit

She is closing her purse, and

embracing it as unprotected child

Dear lady, if I were a thief

as a professional I would steal

with a halo and the white wings

A silly girl

I was a silly girl

I thought as a grown up

with a few words

I will change the world

I thought I will

explain by giving speech

why it is good to be good

and that every hater

will ruin their weapon

Now I laugh as a pickle

Many dreamers before me

held their speeches

for love and peace

but their words touched

only the ears of those

who were peaceful before

My garden of roses

Six seconds ago

I saw your smile

I forgot the neck pain

and the noisy places

I forgot the traffic jam

and the gloomy faces

I forgot how insane

is racing of the masses

I adore your smile

cleaner of my lungs

my garden of roses

my peaceful oasis

The role in a tragedy

Everyone has

their role

in a tragedy

Good people giving

what they have

to help

The thieves doing

what they can

to steal

The politicians wearing

their best lies

to impress

So, keep calm

Keep calm

the boxing bag

so that I

can keep hitting

Keep calm

the money safe

so that I

can keep robbing

Keep calm

the orange peel

so that I

can keep squeezing

Keep calm the prey

between my teeth

so that I

can keep killing

So, keep calm

so that we

people with no heart

can split you apart

The junk

We live in the time

when things are people

and people are junk

Few million times

I was called the junk

for not being the machine

for not knowing to act

Strawberries with cream

Your words are

non-swimmer in the river

pieces of paper in the storm

cubes of ice in the stove

I am childish, but still

I am not so foolish

If your actions nothing show

your declaration of love

is the broken arrow

Be my umbrella in the rain

my lifeguard at the lake

Be my jacket in the snow

in the summer my shadow

That you love me I will know

when with actions you show

you are strawberries with cream

not the cheap, bitter drink

The master's fingers

The master's fingers ran

He didn't see us

He didn't see anyone

He melted with his guitar

He and his guitar were one

As a stem and petals

As a book and words

As a face and wrinkles

His notes beat exactly

As knocked his heart

As ran our blood

As our feet clapped

We will build a monument

To him and to his guitar

In a desert if needed

Because his flamenco

Our souls heated

Sprint

He sprinted
without looking
in any direction
but right ahead
When he finally came
he realized
he wasn’t even late

The sad city tree

The city tree sobs

dreams the impossible dream

of getting the legs

escaping into the forest

The city tree hates

the stinky rancid asphalt

the dirty scratchy buses

the noisy old cars

The city tree likes

singing of the sparrow

whispers of the breeze

greetings of the rainbow

The city tree's dream

sinks in the dirt

I think about tree

My vulnerable heart hurts

The mines monuments

Once the children

in those gardens played

Once the adults

planted trees on those lands

Now the holes of gunshots

are covering the homes

Now the only inhabitants

are sadly crawling worms

All that is left today

are the mines monuments

All that today is left

is the monstrous remembrance

The life verification

If you want

to get your pension

first please bring

the life verification!

I speak to you

I wave my hands

Do you really need

more evidence?

If you ask me

you are a liar

unless you show me

the stamp and the signature!

The office is far

I am old without a car

Can I somehow

gain your trust?

You could be ghost

angel or devil

you are not real

without the paper!

The secrets of life

She used to sell her paintings

on a wooden bench

As a swan looks at his mate

the tourists looked at them

Her people were lifeful

her natural disasters frightful

her lands peaceful

her waters calmful

Her name was then unknown

the price of masterpieces low

One day she came home

possessed by anger and alcohol

She called her painting

The secrets of life

The moment of madness

made her famous

No one will ever know

In the minutes of wildness

to punish the canvas

she followed the desire

Delicious

How delicious

to explore the ocean

& embrace a star

to kiss eternity

& dance like wild

When you loved me

Romeo and Juliet

loved each other

as you loved me that winter

when my smile was bright

my voice soft

and firm my spine

Then appeared the monster

I bent my spine

my smile fell asleep

and my voice became rough

You saw me as am I

and stopped loving me

Fast disappeared our

winter's tale

The infernal eagle

The infernal eagle

ready to attack

with a devil's scream

trying to terrify

Dear eagle

send the message to the hell

in my life

I have met enough pests

Foolish eagle

you are on a dangerous quest

Better for you to retreat

before the volcano erupts

from this chest

Tell to your lord

his hell is the kindergarten

compared to the terror

I will send

if he touches my nest

The frightened eagle

ready to retreat

with coward's scream

trying to leave

The pen, the cup and the blanket

The yellow plastic pen

with a blue cap

dancing over the paper

leaving creative trails

connecting disassembled

parts of me

after exhausting day

The ceramic cup of tea

Three brown puppies

watching from it

It seems they are

begging for smile

my hanging tired lips

From the cup's core

evaporating fragrant steam

This friendly cup

is warming my

hands, throat and soul

The simple orange blanket

covering gently my legs

like it is saying to them

have rest my friends

if there is no love

on this planet

you have me

When we are tired

With red plastic wings

blue pig flies

when she is tired

she lands on the sky

Multicolored bananas

sing all night

when they are tired

they jump without sound

Crying chair delivers

a motivational speech

when she is tired

she runs on the beach

Chocolate spaceship transports

the coffee with milk

when he is tired

he becomes the silk

When I am tired

I fly as the superman

my cloak is huge

bigger than the universe

A noisy queen

Poetry is a noisy queen

Oh, almighty gods

How she likes to speak

She praises, she offends

She screams, she whispers

She comforts, she complains

When she doesn't speak

She laughs, she cries

She weeps, she smiles

Or she drinks too much

Or she is naturally nuts

Or she likes annoying us

She is our queen

we must obey

if we really want

to keep our heads

The boxer

The boxer walking to the arena

everyone fears her

she will conquer the world

The boxer walking from the arena

she kisses the poor

gives them shelter and food

No one fears her

The Cemetery café

He is a madman

so sure he is sane

He sprints every day

everywhere

Sit here with me I say

Sorry my dear he answers

No time today for friends

Every time he says

the same

One more car

he needs to buy

and the house

for his third child

One day

when the basket of wealth

is big enough

he will slow to relax

I say

dear friend

see you later

in The Cemetery café

Liebster award

The Liebster Award is given in recognition to new blogs. And a huge thank you goes to Jeniann Bowers at Poetry by Jeniann http://poetrybyjeniann.wordpress.com/

About The Liebster Award from We Loved Here

I was looking to learn more about The Liebster Awards and the way they put it was simple so here’s what is says: “The Liebster Award is given to up and coming bloggers who have less than 200 followers. So, what is a Liebster?  The meaning: Liebster is German and means sweetest, kindest, nicest, dearest, beloved, lovely, kind, pleasant, valued, cute, endearing, and welcome. Isn’t that sweet? Blogging is about building a community and it’s a great way to connect with other bloggers and help spread the word about newer bloggers/blogs.”

Here are the Rules:

Link back and thank the blogger who nominated you in your post.

List 11 facts about yourself.

Answer the 11 questions asked by the blogger who nominated you.

Pick 5-10 new bloggers (must have less than 200 followers) to nominate and ask them 11 new questions. Do not renominate the blogger that nominated you.

Go to each new blogger’s site and inform them of their nomination

11 Facts about me

1. Hypersensitive 

2. Fighter

3. Introverted

4.Stubborn

5. Over good job and money I choose honor 

6. I am not good at cleaning, but I am good in making mess, but don't tell anyone :)

7. I have only a few good friends, but I like spending time with them

8. I like spending time with my family

9. I prefer writing over talking

10. I enjoy drinking tea, or coffee with milk

11. I don't like advices if I haven't ask for them

Questions that Jeniann Bowers at http://poetrybyjeniann.wordpress.com/ asked me

1. Name three secrets that you never told anyone. 
   
   
   I don't remember such secrets, when I tried to keep secrets, people soon found out about that, especially my family. I am not good at keeping secrets. My biggest secret is this blog, and even for it know my close friends and the closest family.
   

2. If you won the lottery, what would be the first thing you would do? 
   
   
   First I would split the money with my parents and my mother in low
   
3. Looking over the last ten years, what is one goal you have achieved and one that you have not achieved? 
   
   
   I learned two new languages. I couldn't find permanent job.
   
4. What are your plans for retirement?  And will you travel, if so where and why? 
   
   
   If I won't be able to travel as still young, I will travel in retirement, I wish to go to Egypt to see the pyramids. If I will travel earlier, in retirement I will buy little house in the village, read books, and enjoy in the nature.
   
   
5. Favorite drink on a Friday night? 
   
   
   Nice cup of tea. :)
   
   
6. What do you think the secret is to a good marriage or relationship with a significant other is? 
   
   
   Secret is to accept the other person as she/he is.
   
7. Name three words that describe your personality. 
   
   
   Stubborn, quite outside, wild inside.
   
8.  Home-cooked meal or take-out? 
   
   
   Home cooked definitely. 
   
   
9. When was the last time you blogged and what was the topic? 
   
   
   I blogged yesterday, it was a poem, as always. :)
   
10. What do you think the key is to happiness? 
    
    
    Enjoy little things, as a nice cup of tea. :)
    
11. Who is your favorite poet and why?
    
    My favorite poet is Dobriša Cesarić. His poetry is so original, but yet, so easy to understand, his words flow easily. 
    
    My Questions for My Nominees
    
    1. Say something about yourself, whatever you want. :)
    2. What is your favorite food?
    3. What is your favorite drink?
    4. Who is your favorite poet?
    5. Who is your favorite novelist?
    6. What do you like the most?
    7. What do you hate the most?
    8. What is your favorite movie?
    9. Who is your favorite singer?
    10. What is your favorite proverb?
    11. What is your the most hated proverb?

 I NOMINATED THE FOLLOWING BLOGS FOR THE LIEBSTER AWARD!!


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http://a-furious-child0.blogspot.com/

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Lazy day

With deck chairs
in symbiosis
Sun is burning
the skin
Lazy to put
the sunscreen

Snail waiter
walking
Music his rhythm
absorbing

Snail waiter
asking
what do you
drink
We say
coffee
would like
to add
the milk

Let him bring
whatever
It's too hard
to speak

It's already
the sunset
our skin hurts

Tomorrow
after rest
we will put
some yogurt

I missed to see your nose

While we walked
along the shore
I missed to see
your lying nose

You managed
this fool to seduce
with a cup
of strawberry mousse

Next time
I won't be a goose
Sight on such a nose
I won't lose

Reflection in the lake

She was a quiet girl
never wanted to do harm
and just because of that
they were to her extremely harsh

Her shoes flew
to the school yard
Her blue uniform
sank in the mud

I heard that children
are specially kind
Then tell me why
they twitched her hair
and knocked her down
from the chair

Maybe we are guilty
for bad things they make
Maybe they are our
reflection in the lake

Less than a half

Last coin disappearing
with a glass of red wine
We mix cry and laugh
What of the hope is left
is far less than a half

Dragon, don't be afraid of wolves

Stop fearing of wolves
when you are a dragon
You are your only boss
Why you crawl
before the false?

You have your wings
for constant travel
not to sink
below any level

Raise your wings
and spread the fire
but not to
humiliate the others

Proudly show
your every muscle
and say to wolves
I am my own master

The echo

I hear your screams
and I respond
My heart sings
with you in the choir

You died three years
before I was born
but still your echo
rings from the horn

I was a small ball
in a womb
but I heard how you teach
making a verse from a groan

               To Croatian poet Dobriša Cesarić

You could be

You could be born
where you cannot
choose the school

You could be the one
who sleeps on an asphalt
and shivers in the storm

You could have parents
who take drugs
and don't give you the hugs

You could live in a country
with terrorist government
and probably you do

You could be born
where women cannot speak
and must always be weak

You could live on a planet
where you will be burned
for having on the cheek a dot

Think what you could be
before you hear the beggar
knocking on the door

Stress protection

When you are tired
of your working place
close your eyes
in a pause
Imagine everyone
is going to the circus
Your boss is wearing
a nose of a clown
and our colleagues
shiny acrobats' costumes
Clients are going likewise
someone has to watch
the performance
Kiss the infinity
of the imagination
do it regularly
for stress protection

A woman by the street

A woman taking a blood bath

by her broken leg

A traveler passing by

deaf to hear her noisy beg

Only visible problem is his

Only his road important is

A woman by the street

forever gone

not of the broken bone

No one heard

the SOS call

Hunger produced in the stomach

the lethal hole

Headache

With a headache
one can not cogitate
and their work
bring on a plate

Dear headache
go away
I prefer not to
be your mate

Turn them back

The blades of grass
showing their sorrow
by painting their bodies
into the yellow

Shields of houses
cracking
Voices of people and animals
missing

Multicolored sky
laments their absence too
All my being
in agony screams

Insolent lord of death
I demand

turn my grandparents back

Poets talk about time

Clever poets gathered

to talk about time

all works presented

only missing mine

Till I get inspired

will vanish the time

the poets will agree

to punish me for the crime

 

I will invent

the alien abduction

only to prevent

the cruelest castigation