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Friday, 27 June 2014

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
because you will
never see me
if I hide
behind the curtain
of perfection

Tuesday, 24 June 2014

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

Sunday, 22 June 2014

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

Wednesday, 18 June 2014

We are tornado

We are
tornado now
frightful, fearless
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

Monday, 16 June 2014

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

Friday, 13 June 2014

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

Wednesday, 11 June 2014

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

Sunday, 8 June 2014

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

Saturday, 7 June 2014

Silly tune

Drunk man holding big glass
Expensive vase touching fat arm
Thin pianist playing famous tune
Small boy hitting ugly balloon

Thursday, 5 June 2014

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

Monday, 2 June 2014

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