Sunday, December 12, 2010
evergreen
Evergreen.
Evergreen, ever green
poisonous glean,
Debussy' s sunbeam,
slim Paul Klee-n,
only you, evergreen.
Evergreen, ever green
sleep between
baroque-like scene
a mossy figurine
wannabe queen
only you, evergreen.
Green, ever, evergreen.
Friday, December 10, 2010
the sad poem.
While I wait.
While I wait
for the holly words to fall
on me, naked,
in bed full of thorns
you prepared for me
I lie, I wait
While you made a bed
for yourself
I cry myself to sleep
to be bedding with you
I am losing you
in your own joys
in my own waiting
in our unnecessities
in no perspective
You say you think
of me, amongst
the ballads you make
after buzzing
in your life
Be well you say
every day
My farewell with you
as I perceive
is in your hands
Do not leave me
you say I think I have
no evidence
God bless me, and you
Bless us
I scream out
loud while you spend
time enjoying
I call my mother
to save my life
Life is a spear
keeps me straight up
while up and down
I march I run You run
away
I have no life
no light
no slight
just oblige to wait
until the death comes
While I wait
for the holly words to fall
on me, naked,
in bed full of thorns
you prepared for me
I lie, I wait
While you made a bed
for yourself
I cry myself to sleep
to be bedding with you
I am losing you
in your own joys
in my own waiting
in our unnecessities
in no perspective
You say you think
of me, amongst
the ballads you make
after buzzing
in your life
Be well you say
every day
My farewell with you
as I perceive
is in your hands
Do not leave me
you say I think I have
no evidence
God bless me, and you
Bless us
I scream out
loud while you spend
time enjoying
I call my mother
to save my life
Life is a spear
keeps me straight up
while up and down
I march I run You run
away
I have no life
no light
no slight
just oblige to wait
until the death comes
Miseries that follow you.
miseries, you little beasts
leave me, abandon my ship
set down your anchor
in a different deep
miseries, you big beasts
on the journey, I coined
a term "my life",
the end of the world
miseries, you flat feet
made me begging
for the things nobody
will give you coin for
miseries, the darkness
die or be nice
I am telling you
or I leave my life
Friday, October 8, 2010
Celý život
snažím sa byť hodná tvojích rúk
čo hľadili ma keď som bola biedna
snažím sa utopiť myšlienky zvodné
v bájnych púš'tach konečného nekonečna
snažím sa aby koniec nebol trpký
ba ani aby sa koncom stal
snažím sa o toto všetko nenápadne
akoby pavučinkou prepliesť
každú myšlienkú na Teba
keď sa víly točia v nedohľadne
a ja hľadám ich oporu
v korunách stromov
a štrnganí zvončekov
čo značia teplo domu
snažím sa byť hodná tvojích rúk
čo hľadili ma keď som bola biedna
snažím sa utopiť myšlienky zvodné
v bájnych púš'tach konečného nekonečna
snažím sa aby koniec nebol trpký
ba ani aby sa koncom stal
snažím sa o toto všetko nenápadne
akoby pavučinkou prepliesť
každú myšlienkú na Teba
keď sa víly točia v nedohľadne
a ja hľadám ich oporu
v korunách stromov
a štrnganí zvončekov
čo značia teplo domu
you came to my life
as rapid as vigorous
as a wind
you forged through me
you came and
brought me air
to my life
you smitten me
you came and i thought
that you will be me
forever our hearts
will last
now you take all
the roses we planted
the colors we painted
the muses we created
the pianos we played
now you leave me
quicker than you came
as rapid as vigorous
as a wind
you forged through me
you came and
brought me air
to my life
you smitten me
you came and i thought
that you will be me
forever our hearts
will last
now you take all
the roses we planted
the colors we painted
the muses we created
the pianos we played
now you leave me
quicker than you came
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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