spring has grown with
thousands of forgotten kisses
i slowly watched
those who a human seems to miss
when walking by, wondering

spring has come
announcing its birth
offering petals, and eggs,
and magic and mirth,
i am
discovering

spring has walked
into our days lost,
and reflections, and blankets,
and beauties banned
i am looking into a mirror
forgetting my own steps
that led me to it

toward the end of an lonesome street
where salient cover multiply
THEMSELVES
supposed to seek to squint to meet
the corners missed by a breath
parabolically moisting a pretty lie
IT ITSELF
slowly, among its ragged edges
morosely,withing the agreed period
wisely, reciting a prudent ode
defencefully, housing hedges
SPREADS over in a wry
MISTAKE

ranný mrázik mi kriví tvár,
nie to ty mi ju krivíš,
a ja v údolí mojich myšlienok,
márne sa hľadám,
Keď ty sa len divíš,
skús obuť veľkosť mojich topánok,
vedieť čím ja zem zemúcu zametám.

Ranný mrázik, odpusť,
že ja pre svetlo sveta,
nevidím samú seba,
niežto teba.

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I wake up this morning with poetry
with green book covering many faces
faces undergone many phases
of green-glass mottos and colonies
of sad, long forlorn memories
when life was a ballad only
cruel, mournful, lonely
it plagued the unplaguable

we wonder of its clarinets
playing music without melodies
discarded somewhere within the histories
of us, lonely birds, loving
the essential, careful steps
toward immortality glowing
its shades onto the clefts
of opening for many decades


we lost the holy wilderness
in the bouquet of the earnest
it burns my skeleton
just to think about it

You , oh classic, stay praying
within the rhymes of my prayer
grown the thorns of the grayer
liturgy penetrating me
without permission without joy
constantly

bez-radná

tvár ako úroda jablone mladej
tak sa s úctou, s rešpektom pozerám
čumím, civím, a bránim sa bremenám
že ona je naveky nemenná
drevená?

nespatrí nikdy svetlo mojej duše
dušej malej, oknom do sveta,
aká svetlosť jej, a tá obeta,
do jame levovej ma zavlieka

keď oči svetlo sveta spatriť nevedia
v tej noci, zamatom pretkanej
márne hľadám môjho človeka
keď vlastná duša nezlomne ma zamieta

Epoch of woman

The last two centuries have been certainly dedicated to the dynamics of woman´s role in the world, in the world of world of man. It seems that woman haa always has a peculiar, sometimes indefinable role.
The behavior recognized predominantly as female at the beggining of 20th century (and reaching far beyond that)has transformed from the inability-to-express-any-opinion-stricken housewife, to a range of distinct acceptable behaviors in the end of the 20th century.
We have a woman, emancipated, erudite walking on the street with I-do-not-care-how-should-I-look-like image on one hand, with image of a woman concerned with her beauty, fully convinced that the role of the woman in the world is to 1, either be admired by a man , or 2, to be relentlessly admired by man.
The pedestal of the most significant concepts in woman´s world have changed in a tremenodous way. The endeavor to have a certain role, more distinct, more independent from the male perceptions. However, this always has been/is/will be an interaction of the two self-influencing counterparts, female and male, both reacting to a reaction of the other one.
I adhere to the idea of a woman to be still judged by the appearance, and beauty concept.
I list "procedures" that SHOULD be executed by woman, the activities expected from her (in comparison with a list of male ones)
Woman : Shaving (different parts of body), hair dying, or regular haircuts, make-up, manicure and pedicure (nail painting), wearing jewelleries, highheels (ough),...
Man: shaving - (and it´s voluntary).
Of course, the female activities are voluntary, or voluntarily decided upon, however, still expected into cetrain extend. I defy some of them, disdain with the greatest disdain of world disdain collection.
Hereby, by reviewing the concept of a woman I propose to "rethink" how emancipate women are, and how much their emancipation is ingrained (as anything else) in the societal pressure,in the way society imposes a very stringent dimension of respectable sets of not just behaviors, but more underneath- the range of accapted appearance. I admire women that are inside they own world, their independence, their unconnectedness to the pressure. And I am trying to swim in that independence as much as possible, so once I will learn it completely, without safety vest and manly help, and instructions.

the raindrops bouncing
bouncing on the invisible
as i've been, through and though,
falling deep without cellar
you keep me in

grace

poetry and prose
tree and rose
poetris and prosis
trees and dozes of roses
you sets my skin
in the tremorosis way

dead snowflake.

once you were here. Dancing as you were a ballerina, like a child, when so carelessly dances into the rhythm of unknown keynotes, like a piece of flesh, hot and thick, pulsing on and off. I watched you, but you did not know. And I did. A fatal mistake happened to you, will you ever dance again? I watch you falling, slowly, without any resistance , or resentment of being a part of human existence, and of penetrating my mind, the cells of humanly created something, and thereby creating an idea of you.

Your little hand. Branches. One by one, escaping from the center, as to be alarmed by a sudden surprise that, escaping never really. like sugar never really escapes the salt, the sun the moon, the gravity the earth, and you, you, your center.

You are falling, and I do like you. I wanna have you in my possession, maybe forever, if possible. Do I deserve you? and will I appreciate you forever? And will yoy be here in my sleepless nights? will you hold my hand while I cry? Do not wipe my tears, please.

And now, you turn what you want me to be.


Oh, wait, I had lost you! I am lovely, so lonely now.

good morning, nothingness.

make me the burden,
the universal one,
to realize,
to witness
that we carry the sword.
give it to me, and I,
with one stab, i will do it,
to make myself be free,
yes,"the" free like you are without me,
no. Wait. I really have to find myself.
and one day i will be born again.