Písmák Word & Leaf
Word "WE" almost no longer exists,we are only earth,wind and leaf,different names and their dates. Open the gate to the street,pour red wine to your heart,maybe will come your friend,maybe just lost, unknown man,maybe will come old clairvoyant. And his chess will be clever,after bread and wine,he will tell you about your future. The word "ME" no longer exists,I am only a lump of clay,wind and leaf,one name and two dates - years ago and tonight.
Whats wrong?
wHat iS wrOng. wHat is rIght. everyOne Tells,noboDy kNows,lOve is just One,& wE Have it,dAys Re hArd,sEparately tofIght & fIght,yoU slEEp nOw,& i aM in woRk,desperAte,sO in lOve,witH yoU &afternOOn sun,yelloW rAys,silenCe, pEace,i kiSs yourfAce, whIleyoU sleEp,feEl yoUr skin,breath,eGo is oFf,bEautiful woman,Body is hot,& i tuRn topasSionate loVer.
Onehundredtwentythreedays
Years and yearswith wooden heartlife in cageacrimonious tearsandinside agressionsome black carbonsoul in rage. Partners prideempty and dead timestyled in achromantic feelingsjust suddenjust mightjust newjust sweet surpriseon twentysixth - July. Innoncencecold breeze ofromantic shynessexoticeternal tease - reborn in vital life;during onehundredtwentythreedays. I know, for you - its early morning now:sunrise rays; on your lips -love so tight embraced -Earl Grey tea,souls grace,sentiments are suave,chocolaty sweet& everythings real.
Solitude
I am like a ghost,Gazing through gossamer curtains,With errie grin -Pale-face,Like spring tallow-face,Am I alone, still alone. After a while I meditate -Am I only your burden. I dont believe. You just dont know me,Even In your foggy visions,You touch me tangibly;I am myself.
Vision
Each morning after sunrisewe, majestic lovers lying in bedluxuriate lickerish demands twicereminded of yester glamorous sunsetFlying skywards without reproachwith closed eyes walking on skylinewhen balance depends on gentle touchof our lips and mignon drops of rainLets go slip away from trite realitywe, faithful youngsters of independencehand in hand living in the name of libertywith honest aims, love and fond sense. Loving mirthquake beyond control,we, elegant couple with secret treasure,always being so high in mutual shivery,kept in tender touches & pleasure. I am that despondent man on lonely bench,being so deep in love, for others insane,overcast with sadness of messy scene. Vagrant soul feels morose inside amorous bodywhen every cell breathes pain,face of destiny is sanguinary & cloudythence I cant this sufferance sustain.
Lady Tellrian
Slumbering woman,at door-step of house,appalling salvation awaits her,innocent calling card,destitution,tells us about all,about,tired wisdom of this woman,about,spite of regard,with undertone -stray lady Tellrian. Human with face of -cannibal without restraints,doesnt eat folks,with new exams,of violenence,shows dominion,and under mask of defence,shipwreck everything,in scope of the narrow way,on dividing line. Morality subverted in,stupidity of moral fasten mind,this thought suggested,in order to,human shake-down vicarious customs,living in shed like rampant animals,nourished with catches,on sufferance built,on humans misery and sadness. Awful disaster, chagrin in which,tears unify with jots of sand,whats that fruits.
Last Kiss
Falling down,in the middle of emptyness,who is talking to me (. ),I cant, I dont listen to,I lost my consciousness,slowly, indenpendent,guided by silver glow,I follow colourful circles,beyond the infinity. I found dead clown,of mine,and his silver heart,was broken,deep in chest,full of blue liquid. In pure tears,he felt likenaked butterfly in rain,sitting on the deck -he forgot to stop the time.
Sad Salix
For sad salix on lakeside,marsh is like coolant,at square, in park, near fountain,lowly to windows gazeswhite birch in blaze of sun. Wind. Carry away leaf over swarmsMorass,eaten by shards of clay,crying twig of birch,and salix rippled in mirth,brook slacks up its lapse. Sun.
Breakaway
Every morning,after breakfast,I want run away,from cold building,from sore past,to sell my life,what I have lent,to sell my faith,which I can no more pretend. because I am not,accrued from lies,because I am not,scentless nowadays,like you had thought,I am not like them,I am not a coward,like most of men,selfish and mard. For tangiple pain,for fearful wounds,I am stronger again,with my self-control. Its hard to be like me,I dont wish anyone,to feel what I feel,when the day is done,my body locked in desire,sold eaten thoughtslike decoys for cartel,set fire in mindless words,because I miss comfort,in retirement.
Deaden Feelings
No longer beautiful. No longer safe. Fearful partner,with surname Rave. Eats my nerves.
Father
His eyes are true blue,in these irreal days,snow is white Fatherpainting our lonelinesswith endless patience,in a picture of your face,melt in hot tears,white snow flakes,on my cold window. He sees through,only us, us two,in a pearl Love,blows the poower,into the room -to multiply the desire. Thank you snow,Oh, Thank you snow -thank you white Father;I love your daughter so. His hands protect,the wisdom,behind his face,crying cold tearsover the desk of the world.
August Night
Alone dreaming in acrimonious August night,
vanquished with sturdy paltriness,
almost fainted in this unfair fight,
I make love with cold, strident darkness,
Cinammon
Cooking some onions,
while heart beats old blues,
intoxicated, with melancholy,
I prepare for stomach,
Boredom
Rabid day mixed with mild night,
isnt black, red, blue nor white.
Each color is achromantic.
Every one is heartless and frantic.
Na dne tvojich slov
Na dne tvojich slov.
. kto rozbalil noc.
Pod vplyvom metafor.
Vestibul Valhally
Z kuchynskej lampy padalo striebro
na drsné kontúry vecí
naplnených strachom
z budúcich nocí
Posledná
Keď zhasnú vo mne posledné city,
jeden nikdy nezhasne,
v podkroví, v prítmí,
kvitnú kvety,
Predtým
Som návratom mojej matky,mojho otca a ich dávnych dní,ich milovaním nadovšetkoa výstrahou - nezabudni. Pred tým než som začal byť. (Voňa tiahla letným ránom,tieň si ľahol do černíc,les zavoňal orgovánom,vánok zavial do ulíc). veľa mŕtvych túžilo žit,možno som len jedným z nich,jeden z navždy stratených.
Sneh
Keď padne sneh,nad mojím životom,skloním ti k nohám -posledné vety,pustím listylesným potokom,trpký smútok,zmením v jarné kvety. jarné kvety,iskrivej noci,nedočkajúc rána,horiace nebo,horiace nehouvšade voňa teba -horiace tebou,zbĺkla rosa, tráva. tráva sladkej rosyrosa slaných slzslzy trkpej pocittvojich nebeských úst. ústa lesných jahôd,jahôd z mojich ústmilujúc tvoj dotykdotyk tvojich nebeských úst.
Zo Zrkadiel
Zase strúhaš, z šikma do skielbledé tváre, vráskou kľudu. Mraziace chodcov, ktorým povie,že túžby rastú, na rázcestí -zaprašených, slepých ciest. Lemovaných, plytkým hrobomstratených vecí, po odlive. Medzi ktorých brehmi čítašz cudzích kníh o tom kto si,z vypršaných venovaní.
Polnoc Duše I.
Mesiac sa pýši svetlom slnka
tma v potoku pení, žblnká
a z miliardy listov strún
vykúzlil sa polnočný šum
Polnoc Duše II.
Z ohňostrojov galaxií
nekonečný, pocit clivý
dúhovkou sa predrie, vkročí
do vesmíru upretých očí
Polnoc Duše III.
Motýľa noci, zaklial ktosi
aby sa ukryl - v hrdzi, tmách:
škvrnami rosy, svitanie zbrúsil
zrnkami hviezd
Infúzia Symetrie
Ego steká
krížom prstu a
z arytmie hodín šera
na ostrí delíria
Metasen
I.
Za sychra spánku šibeníc,
pádom meriam rozmery mima.
Mdlým snom o tom, že zijem
Pahreba Márnosti
Kadávre páchnu z útrob
hieny,
kým sa tiahne v smere
éch