A Fool Settles For The Moon

Stars, far
as dreams
if we cease
and enable them to be
daydreams

but find a friend,
two, dream together
collect minds that
reflect yours'

don't be a fool
settling for the moon
certainly we'll be summoning
stars

Cigarettes And Madhouse

In mad rooms
lives but humans
yet enormous through
magnifying glass
unconventionally ordinary, ordinarily unfit
lifeless but quiet
inert when waking

madness does not have limits
installed, they are

human mind
is compartmentilized
confined with concepts
shackled
controlled by gigantic watchdogs


with words rules closed
with locks, codes
to painted notes
crammed in sport arenas
bureaus queuing numbers
grinded into molds
formulas of
conduct

human mind -
cover up the worse of it
stuffed and dictated
must keep them up
the appearances
can not, can not, can not

formaldehyde benzene cadmium
carbon and monoxide
that lovely little
nicotine

human mind
I will myself the last one
this will be
I will, I will, i will, will, i

Song Of Life

Song of life
comes with all colors and
genre's of music

though I enjoy only two


digitalization


brings it loud
and to all around
24/7

I would sometimes
just prefer to



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Painted Sunrise

Bloody skies
I rip over me
out of Hades' sombre
minds traveler

without leaves
on my roots I stand
naked for passer-by
to point at

ugly as dead
and dead at least

I look under from my
branches
leaves of my life
as a rotten pile
picked up by winds
mixed up in deaths of others'

melancholic eyes
watered in their gaze
colored setting downs
deeds that are past and done
beautiful red with yellow hues
but wistful and insane of saudade
cut out from realities as if
dislocated from its joints

my sunrises tiptoe
silently behind the curtains
in secret
above the clouds

life wills to be
for me everlasting winter
brightest of sunshine of spring
is only painting
creation of novice's poor
experimentation
without emotion at all

Between Packed Ice

A prisoner
inside my head
heart is closed

squeezed between
packed ice

receptive?

with a dozen spears
pierced through me,
deathly,
spiky to be considered
as human

sun's shine lights
but
warms not
it teases
when wind is shut off
like flashlight pointed
straight towards your sight

start off with a wrong foot?

rather with wrong body
yet underestimated expression
in a wrong life
how's that?

anger has no limits
when it pivots inside
deep
compelled to silence

passer-by's careless smile
cuts more severe than
cutting your wrist
bitter bees covet
every cavity and
expand your mind's
universes beyond everything
with bitter sweet
poison

another day
or yet
give me another
life
or
death

Ropes, Posons, Guns...

Oh, I wish I was
citizen of US of A
would have bought one
from local Walmart

and gone out under the stars
and felt the cold sting under my chin
last look at the Orion
and gone happily ever after

or I wish I'd had access to goblet
of the good old poisonous cocktail
what a wonderful way to end the days
with cigar and wine or even
cognac, unless,
it's too fine to be spoiled
with the poisonous lime

but no, not in here and now;
cannot even get a prescription on insomnia
alternatives scarce: rope is so barbarous way
and wrists, well, I might be
couple of pieces short of being man

so "Here I stand. I can do no other*
and thinking again - I'm writing again
re-married and occasionally having a ball
of my life, writing these thoughts of sorts

Bubbles

Like a rainy day
oh, what a pathetic way
to begin my poem
except that it's a rainless way
I hop a long and, no
no sway to
make the dullest of rhymes

my rainy day rains not on me
yet rainbow of mine
supercedes having at least
compared to yours
a few colors more
today

spring s under my feet
lightly I move along
I am like soap bubbles
in slight breeze colored by sun
to sparkle like a prism

lighter and fragile
I am tempted to become
if I do burst
no worries nor harm
let's just blow some  of me more