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
Thursday, August 19, 2010
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
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 3, 2010
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
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
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
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