Built Of Champagne Glasses

Laws of motion
something screaming through anger
laws shattered for
a second
that splits to neutrons
in slow motion
regret, before that
pride

can't remember what the issue was
on that occasion
the thick strong heavy glass
I do

sound that hurt not ears
but insides of
who I am

like crystal champagne glasses
used for building blocks of me
in heavy artillery of
fist sized rocks

splinter and water-drops traverse and
split the second fragments of
time with
shame
all over the kitchen
after collision with the sink
my first aggression at the adult age

I hear angels cry
beside our little ones

can one love so much that
it causes pain
like Lennie adored those cute soft things

I have seen at least a peak from
the gates of heaven
as we are but one
her smile erases
facts of life
without money I have traveled around
the world a thousands of times
just letting go and falling in her breathtakingly
blue eyes
gathered stars like diamonds
on the journey back

yet there I still stand
ashamed
but too proud to admit
listening the cries

Stars Aligned

Cold, chilling me
like thorns,
still, this time a year
I am there where
my eyes hang on
hang on

do I hear them
whisper away the answers
to my thoughts

some do believe they
know all, in codes of sorts
like painted on the skin

the knowledge of what they
truly are
is rather painful to me
nothing more than our own
light and warmth

mystery solved
is beauty that fades away
like children's water-colored ones forgotten
in the rain

I open the door
and try to lock the thought outside
I care not of the reality
I move away from it's
choking embrace
shove it
bitter

the child
just died

Nightless Summer

A canoe
glides to a bay silently
lake, dead calm
few clunks on beach
of rocks
sound withering only after
drifting on surface
shore to shore

I sit on a rock
little fire beside me
as a quilt, companion
we talk along, in silence

sun still shining
midnight, nightless night

Thoughts of the Day

Cloudy haze
a misty maze
like cotton candy

the days of my thoughts
wooly

dandelion's seedcase
in the will of the winds
my thoughts
sway by drifting
waver away

an anchor I'd need
would you have it for me?
days of my life
haze

cloudy maze
a rope to it to tie
the cotton to belt
gird the cloudy haze

anchor holds well but
rope suddenly slips
cotton candy, deprived of sweet
my thoughts, my days
slip away before they end
what's left
I now do own

Ready

Four feet and inches
on tall wooden box
shoveled
ready
what about the ones
left behind

nothing unfinished he left
he willed even the last
glass of wine
something not said
or heard?

every last screw was counted
nail and mortar too
precision was done by perfection
under magnifying glass
a house it became
for what and for whom
ready

years upon years traveled by
walk around with glancing eyes
knock knock on the wall
bulldozed it shall
said the man
leveled and done
cleaned so neat
ready was done

what does it look like
how does it seem
by wings of bird from skies
eyes so high
from dirt by blacks of an ant
in morning at night
with binoculars


from far I suppose with telescope
to spot what's ready
it is easy a task
turn and look
the telescope the other way
around
ready

Patience

Have mercy
on your soul
said the snail
to himself
at the beginning
of the glide up
the chute
of the seven storey high

Happiness

All of the years
days in thousands

scarcity of words
and the left unsaid
multitude of the ones
that stand for nothing
in the end

how many are the deeds that
truly made significance

mind full of memories stuffed and crammed
tiny little smallest ones
hovering shivering in obscurity
pains in sorrows of the loads
as if poured on you
for all the tons worth

thin with joy
yet giant leaps
dozens of acres sized moments
few a dreamful forgettable ones

the ones
are they happiness

Nightless Summer

A canoe
glides to a bay silently
lake, dead calm
few clunks on beach
of rocks
sound withering only after
drifting on surface
shore to shore

I sit on a rock
little fire beside me
as a quilt, companion
we talk along, in silence

sun still shining
midnight, nightless night

The Starlight

When day is a mere leftover
of the night
and night grows in the shadows
to crush what was intended to
reconstruct in the light

when I raise my sight
at night
I do see holes in the quilt
of dark
lights screaming there
somewhere beyond
all is not after all
covered blank

somehow I should
build my way in
from here I tend to think
the lights seem too distant and
the holes so thin

Swollen

The rain in me
each drop swallows
me whole

it delivers without a goal
endless relentless
pull towards a void

sink sank sunken
unauthorized passing through
noise scattered seamless distraction

the flood in me
leaks and breaks through
out of pressured tiniest holes
crack and crumble, the dissolvement
all out of me floating
around me
knowing not
where to start to 
track the fragments lost in the stream

drink drank drunken
too much of the sting
of life to handle I think

The Ones Whom

When I am gone
warm soft sun
kisses my cheek
hello

thick gentle breeze
like voice of my mother
lifts me to morning like no another

mountain creek chirps me
to refresh

two set of smiles
shine closing towards me
granting me fulfillment of
what I was seeking
whole life

Dreaming Of Life

Singular plurality
crushing waves
the sting of time
that evolves as a blur
of mind
around the depiction that
caught your eye

bars and shackles
thoughts dissolving them
to avoid reality fall

the cap between wants
and needs desperate
to lift up beaten beauty
once called life

circulating thoughts in swirl
are morning's haze
vultures waiting the spirit
to cease the crawl to light

panics and tremors
electric shocked to numb in terror
hands and feet chopped
I kneel in dreams to
wake up one morning
to live

Into Blue

Soap bubbles rams my heart
in the abyss of blues
of your eyes
when I view,
pristine lakes of Colorodo's I've adored
in pictures, brought by eyes
of yours
alive in my
mundane life

as I sink in to your eyes
radiant fragile, child like dreams
still harboring


my heart drums with fury
albeit gently
as in the lasciviousness
as being one
exchanging glimpses
of souls eye to eye


ponderous in airy flight
of hummingbird's flaps that
come across gravity with
easygoing hi!


soars and grows smaller
against the infinity of skies
blue

Ocean Of Depression

Waves crushing
waves

beaten and done
use of the useless
thrown to harsh rocky beach like
a merry go round and roller-coaster of
life i asked
not, the whole amusement park

lying bare naked
eye muscles reaching to lid up
sand burns
my sight stings my blur

to get the wreckage up and going
is a thought passing by like a seagull
against the mesmerizing light
hope or mirage of a sunny beach

then the waves come storming
again to pull back to
her unforgiven arms
grip, lift, pull, back, hold
my breathe
in her embrace

down under at last
final time
the closing
of hopes and dreams gone and stolen
shown in glimpses
never to keep their promises

sinking
prepared and ready
to be taken to a softer ride
float in the abyss of sea

calm before my eyes
finalizing the last breathe

too soon yet
the sea is not done
nor ready
waves, the bitter fortune tellers of
my wanton wandering
throw me choking once more
on another shore

something is building
to cough up the water of existence
gasping for future

salt
in my veins

Breathe

Breathe a little breath
I need you
for me

a breath to make it
another day
move me a muscle
just
for me
to do a task in
a day or two
anoint me a joint
to move out of the way
I need you
of the stagnation
my life

lift me eyelids once
a day to dream
would you please
I need you to do it
for me

thoughts tangled a jungle
diminished but in anger
bitter sanguine circulates
this body
taken
yet hold of the mind

I know now the answer
numb does and can feel though
unequal without the ability to scream
I need you to move
me just a bit
any which way
don't sculpture me here
in this corpse
of mine

would you dream
at least one thing for me
I need you to live a little since
I am gone

breathe a little breath
I need you
for me

Connection

No, I am not special
just another
face in the crowd but
I am the one
just waiving

you
on the other hand
after thorough glances
estimates and evaluations
are the one
waiving back
at me
a total stranger and
just another face in the crowd

and in the end the question why
would undermine who we truly are
as humans

The Falling For Live

My love,
your first confession
was a lie,
arguing you fell
in deep,
faster than possible, before
the lightning even struck,
because I saw you
from the depths,
falling,

I was already injured for life

Fragments Of Happiness

Bought or borrowed
perhaps resolved
achieved
set as a goal

happiness
in search deludes

life is not levels to climb
but fragments of time
we are blown
through

hold on to ones that
make you happy
before they are
gone