Thursday, August 19, 2010

stromy

zlatisty vanok vasich pierok
unasa pokoj z lesa
do tajomstiev klucovych dierok
tam kde zivot klesa

zivot cloveka, nie vsak zivot
nasim ociam neviditelny
to clovek vidi vsetko sivo
ako v centre podatelny

pokial nejde o zlato
co sa blisti
waking up with revelation
that days go by,
so fast, so briskly
like turning your sight
to a flee that you chase
after a day spent lonely
even that lonesome day
wishes to be left alone

there is you
and everything around
is lonely
while the wishful thinking
overthrows your reason
just look outside
and all your loneliness
will be one big misunderstanding

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

This is the day
for sadness coined
seeing blurry
everything blurry

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

spadla som na dno
samotne dno
mojich blaznivych snov
"kam som sa to dostala?"
znela ozvena
tisicich slov
ako na pusti

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

your says don' t word a thing

like a bird

dwelling on a perching

i am giving in

Monday, February 22, 2010

i feel so different
in your arms
embracing only stems
out of flowers
this is who I am
who I become
I am different
with you
so different

Monday, February 15, 2010

sky quiets the night
when it is unquiet
for we part
we have garden in the window
imposing flowers trees and poppy seeds
they can compete with a rainbow
running through the morning mists
abound to the forlorn meadow
they planted love that persists

we have garden in the window
like star-sprinkled sky it shines
on the lives of ordinary sorrow,
like you and me, often aligned
its glow must be followed
like steps to the divine

Monday, January 18, 2010


I have just one life
I cannot share
Nor can I spare?
I have to spare
the running minutes
to my death journey

I have one life
that, that heavy is,
full of scars
I cannot spare
mess within starts

I am adrift to death
bashful and sad,
disarmed and blessed,
armless and full of rest,
ready to sleep on
what I' ve made bed

I rise low
lower that usual
like a man
left to his own devices
I crawl
amongst the mice

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

I have aborted you
from my palms I let you go
or from human touch
to call it noblessly
for you like noblessy

I have aborted you
completely let you go
to the world black
adrift to the claws of it

you live