Better days

Just like you say
time is slipping into the future
that’s why I go that road

I don’t look back but
want to touch your face
see your beautiful eyes

I don’t want to go crazy
in the sea of love and hate
people pass me by, wars start

I cannot stop loving and hating
that one percent is too much
on a bad day

knowing the worst things
seals something in me and I no longer
want to go on a merry-go-round

hope keeps coming to me
knocking me out grabbing me
tells me to face the sun
and smell the roses …
to stop being a ghost

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Crazy

I brighten you as I go
my world …
I make you normal just for a little bit
I hold you and cannot let you go
a leaf here, thunder of bullets from over there
you send my way
I sleep but I am awake
in that neverending fog with
eyes wide open
zooming in the darkness
I see them calculating
next hit
with cold blood,
no flutter in their hearts
not a drop of love

Impossible to have both

New short poem. Feeling stuck in one place but dreaming about the other places that I love. It is impossible to have both at the present time. Writing becomes the avenue to brainstorm and analyze the unfortunate situation. Life is .. not simple but it feels good to find something that brings you joy. So go ahead and do it … make something simple and sweet … like cookies and pack the dark chocolate, mint chocolate, white chocolate, maraschino cherries, and coconut in them. Sit down with a plate and cup of tea and write what you feel.

Fire

I thought she was an angel sitting at my table
but she was a bird who just joined me
in the morning when I felt like drowning
but I couldn’t but I wouldn’t cause I never
give up because you always find me and
make me want to be me again
or you send me a bird and I feel your kisses
and when gone I miss it

so no matter what’s going on
I pick up my own pieces and yours
realizing I’ve done it before
like Phoenix and that
fire burns me no more
cause I am the fire when I want
or … when … I lose control

One step ahead

Everything so good about you
except when you turn into a devil in glasses
when you torture me with bright lights
when you undermine my plea for darkness
for I am more fit for shadows and dusk
all my angels watch you crossing lines
nothing breaks me when they are around
I stay and fight lonely but ready with a strategy
I pull the switch … I know how to win
how to fix my world how to comeback
from my hunt, how to reach for what’s mine
I am one step ahead of the devil

Frankenstein concerto

This is how they made me
with the broken needle
that survived in unspeakable times
but I always looked her in the eye
next to a mannequin
I played on the hardwood floor
making him a head from dust
and morning sunlight
my Frankenstein concerto
of unknowns covered by a scarf
perfect angle to see him glow
playground of stitches and buttons
my life, my destiny testing me
endlessly bringing me here
taking me away, growing me
we kept living, fixing
the guests kept coming
to the house by the railroad tracks
I kept breathing the noise
of freedom
brown furniture ate me piece by piece
each stripe stabbed hard
but not as hard as lies
and then I met you and buried
all measuring tapes but the world
was already torn up
again and again

TETRARCH – Stitch Me Up 🙂

I cannot be the walking dead

Another day

I thought I knew enough
about the world 
I changed everything that
was planned for me
before it changed me 
I thought I was safe
under the big tree 
but it died before me
and now they want you 
and our hearts and bones
everything .... but I cannot be
hollow and I cannot follow
where everyone is going
I cannot be the walking dead

Another day
I thought I knew enough about the world
I changed everything that was planned for me
before it changed me

I thought I was safe
under the big tree
but it died before me
and now they want you
and our hearts and bones
everything …. but I cannot be
hollow and I cannot follow
where everyone is going
I cannot be the walking dead

I cannot be the walking dead

Another day 

I thought I knew enough
about the world 
I changed everything that
was planned for me
before it changed me 
I thought I was safe
under the big tree 
but it died before me
and now they want you 
and our hearts and bones
everything .... but I cannot be
hollow and I cannot follow
where everyone is going
I cannot be the walking dead

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Stay

Waking up and ready for a ride
into myself, into the world
my heart beats in your direction
I fantasize and I see you alive
you just appear in the tree nearby
we could talk but we just smile
until I no longer see you
flower grows where you stood
a miracle you left for me
because you could

Seagull

I had an idea but it is gone from my mind
I thought I am going to remember it
but it vanished with your last breath
leaving me to miss you, leaving me here
to walk amongst the living and wanting
to be with your kind
’cause you broke my heart
’cause you are not better off dead

I didn’t need much but now I write you
about you and the winds we touched
and the time we killed and the sea turtles
we saved and the crumbs we left for
one legged seagull who stood in sand
like he was a king of the ocean
showing me the way showing me
another day

He was so real and brave. I wanted to make his missing leg to return but what he lost made him strong, made me strong again.

Translate worlds

I translate worlds and what it means
to stay in just one
sleeping in my bed
slipping from the edge
being caught by the darkness
I call home
I translate memories hugs scents
I am mad about you world

I am mad at you
that I fell for you so many times
that I sat under the big tree
with Seraphine and Ed
for too long

I am mad at you
that you allowed your own walls to crumble
that your warriors were not awake
that love and clarity didn’t win
that they kept mixin’ …

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