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