There are…
There are my fields and my mists – On my palm or in fist
So it goes
so I feel sad
and there are no way to escape my unfit nature
I ve used to do some things that were perceived by others as my business
I ve used to be like corps and they like it
and now I'm alive as an helpless new-born child
I shout and destroy their sleep
but they dont want to wake up cause they dont find source of noise
Dusty mike
my dusty mike
you broadcast sacred silence into mute ether
I whisper my breath near your ear and you're smiling so confused and answer as an crack
But I need it so
and now I havnt illusions
but I need it so
it would not be conclusion
or any firm low
I must paint U a message
U could drive me to way
to stick fast in this passage
to return run to stay
Rose flower
I will pluck a rose flower,
which grows near your former house, and I will put it in a pocket of the
heart.
My petals gently touch your cheek every night.
Mompracem
My unfinished Sand Castle, my Little Mompracem, I wish you to be forever untouched, to be not desecrated by anyone’s banner. I only wish you to be lulled to sleep by clean waves of heart beating.
Conjurer
I tamed little fabric butterflies by singing about a homely autumn.
I kicked away mechanical tigers by showing them fabric butterflies.
Wish Tree
The tree has dried up, but in the night breeze brightly colored tapes fluttering flickered,
And the strange birds quietly sing their magic songs.
My heart is pounding because still able to love beauty.
Lilac-blue evening
There is a magical lilac-blue evening, which hidden in paper haze of childlike picture.
Let`s go, let`s go with me to there.
There is a coral dawning, which embraces naked fingers by warm surf, and there is a sand, which smells like sky tenderness.
Let`s go, let`s go with me to there.
Just come up
When there will be the end of all words, sounds and outlines,
Just come up and embrace me
When all the rivers will flow away and no one bird will fly back to these places,
Just come up and embrace me
When the silence will become so loud and you couldn`t hear my songs,
Just come up
Little man on my palm
The little man is
dancing on the palm of my hand
The little man
tries to escape
I feed him bread
I water him milk −
He doesn’t want anything else to know
The little man
grew up and got stronger
I am attached to the little man
but he wouldn`t stay longer
Little paper shadoof
Little paper shadoof
fell asleep on the floor
His weak wings get crushed of heavy dust
He'll never know the warmth of your hands
and will not see the emerald sky
Night hunting
Ancient birds silently look at the stars through the deep foliage.
Young Tigers go on night hunting in foreign forests.
Black-and-white film
From a small cabinet of self
You see the world as black and white, baby
Oh yes, this movie is for people just like you
Colored wonders will never place
in your little box, honey
and all I have to say is "I’m so, so thankful, for you, Babe"
Stratosphere
Your dandelions are frozen in their greenhouses.
Your bare feet are stuck in their pavement up to the neck.
Your head in the stratosphere is much higher than their buildings.
Light plumelet
Light plumelet flying in the wind,
just above the ground, just below the clouds.
Light plumelet has no outlines and no colors,
Without the weight and the name of -
its path is as follows…
Sailing ships
I am learning to paint your colors
In order to my characters
could stand right on the stave
I'm saving the grains of sand and stones
for protecting your shores
In order to my sailing ships
would float right on by wind
The gray bird
Gray The Bird, the silver gold
Your clear eyes are full of hope and sadness
The fragile and untouchable gray bird,
Your wings become the cloudy evening of my silence
Here is a woman
Here is a woman
who could be clean and beautiful
She see the crack in all that touch
Her empty eyes
Here is the road which could lead you home
It makes a dusty circle and back right to dead point
The Little Sun
The little shiny sun,
which beats upon my skin,
Is doing something fun
And tries to go within.
Its little looking glass
Plays as cats & mouse.
Be with yours
Just let the wind ruffle your hair
Just let your foots step on
Wet sand
Where they wants
By the way
Be the Water, be the Way,
Be with yours
The emerald bird
Little bird, the emerald bird of my sunshine,
Please, tell me that the water
which falls by this rain
is alive
And please, tell me that the song which
is sounding right now is not your swansong
Black and white rose
Black and white rose of purple evening,
reveal for me your petals
for showing me your heart.
Lilac star of black and white dawn,
don’t let me fall
before I try this dust.
Between
My spirit soars, where seagull’s trace is,
Between the sail and shy sunrise,
Between moon’s salt and coast’s star dust are,
Between your cry and my repose
Aim
Girl, shooting at rain without an aim,
What is the wet sand,
where your name
is told?
Girl, decomposing herself for a rainbow,
colors, which making you glow,
are blue,
as my basic Hot-Cold
Lothlorien
Please save for me Lothlorien’s bloom and silver-gold
grant me your maple leave
for I could colore autumn sky in lilac-purple cold
Divide with me your inmost bread
for I could learn make fire-salt
and for snowflake‘s shamanic dance
right thru and over our bed
Wonderwork
Let me see this wonderwork just once again
when you are my verve
where I am your flame
just as wind is so chaste
and the stones sing just truth – not the pain
How do you see…
How do you see the sky today?
Are there sailing ships of ancient half-birds
and are there unquenchable stars
Which gives you their shining and way?
Are there night noise in your breath
and are there the person who knows my Mysteria?
White-Butterfly’s wave
Here was a White-Butterfly’s wave, which glimpsed behind my window-glass – during split second, just making its passing
I swear, I saw you, White-Butterfly’s wave
on Eternity Blade,
and thank you for possible-blow,
which you gave me
for
I could be waiting
I like your eyes
I like your eyes when they're looking in these lakes,
like there're riveres which are made of star gems,
lying here
I like your hands when they're getting all these stones,
like they have inside all the truth about this way in its void
or its incoming shores
I love your muted voice when it is crying from the vault
like birds of catacombs, who splintering their hearts
against this cruel highness
I love to were your well-worn close,
because they heats my hopeless chords
He was and She was
He was
and
She was –
but that’s just a dose
And he was a flame,
and she was a frost,
but was it a warm –
just Nobody knows
And she was a song,
and he was a noise,
but was it a record –
just Someone resolves
And there were hole world
and emptiness – toys,
and Everyone knows
what was their choice
Phoenix
Gentle Phoenix, sleeping
in twinkling blue floret,
your house have kept my flames,
your ageless song is shouting its sooth.
Sitting on airless coast,
Hidden my soles in the sand,
I hold you in arms, and favor your breath –
in contact with youth
Lizard on a rock
You can’t exactly know,
where you wake up tomorrow:
you may could feel like
lizard on a rock,
or you could feel
like fish, just sliding over bed,
or you could be like mouse,
hiding from the foxe's eyes
But all you can do all this
times – just still remembering,
that major is the light,
just twinkling in your brittle heart