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