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lost in thought

Floating in the sea of helplessness

Among the biterness of nothingness

Within the routines and faces touched by sadness

Carried away in the fate’s darkness

Pondering over world’s unfairness

Searching for the promised brightness

And the unlikely happiness

Hoping for some kind of loneliness

But you’re never alone in your human weakness

The minutes run away into nothingness

You’re left with less and less time before death, drowning deeper into hopelessness




When a thunder broke the sunny day in half,

I was dreaming with my eyes fixed on the empty sky.

Oh, was it empty when I’ve fallen asleep,

Now dark carpet covered it.

The anxiety came with the colour of deep blue,

My dreams clouded with nightmarish glow,

The depth of the soul uncovered sharply,

Found myself begging for mercy of the black king

‘Oh Lord, bring back the sweetness of a thought!’

My dream – a nightmare,

Emptiness filled with pain

Of a heart longing for answers,

For questions not to remain.

Suddenly the wind blew taking a page away.

The page of the book of life danced its way to the grave.

In the muddy puddle the words were lost,

Never to be rediscovered,

Never to be written again.

‘Oh, dear Lord, is that what I was heading for?’

Still no secrets uncovered,

I’m standing in the middle of a storm.

‘In Search For More’

Original caption from NASA: "S103-E-5037 ...

Leaving the world with a smile on his face

Flew the spirit on the chilly winter’s embrace

‘Goodbye my tricky life

Go on with your unexpected dive

The space is waiting with its mysteries

So many roads to choose with no limits’

He knew the sweetness of blossoming trees,

The kisses of love, the pleasure he would miss

But the joys of the Earth were not enough

He wanted so much more to discover on his path

What he did – a lunacy, that’s what they called it

A mourning crowd was an illusion in not that little bit

The emptiness he did not feel anymore

When he realised he had it all in his hands, his proper lore

He left his cat, the rain and depressing fall

And then he announced, ‘’tis my final call’


I could never see the sky

Through the joy

Through the pain


I could never realease my mind

Of my thoughts

Of my brain


I could never fall in love

With the right one

With no blame


I will forever trust my insanity

Despite the world

Despite what all of them may say


Masquerade, oh masquerade

What’s in disguise

You can’t despise

In this huge masquerade


Masquerade, masquerade

Life is a theater with my big act

All actors in masks, what’s play and what’s fact?

Masquerade within a masquerade


Masquerade, it’s all a masquerade

What I see is all deception

Still I’m naive in my reception

Of this masquerade


Masquerade, hopeless masquerade

I’ve lost my mask

What’s now my task?

No face, no mask, no masquerade


Masquerade, my masquerade

I’m not perfect in my form

No matter how I try to perform

My role in the masquerade


Masquerade, it goes on, the masquerade

Nobody would dare show their real face

I guess one day I’ll find a way to leave this place

This set-up, this masquerade

A Venziana mask from Verona, Italy.


Snowflake 1

In a careless whisper

In the ticking of a clock

In the fastest heartbeat

In the wind’s blow


There is something magnificent

If you listen carefully

Life begins to make sense

There’s more color to it


In a random observation

Of the world outside

In the falling of the leaves

In a graceful dance of a cat


I notice something

And wonder if it is insanity

I notice myself

What a strange magic


In the feel of snowflakes

Falling onto my cheeks

In the touch of cushion

Early in the morning


I can sense your presence

Barely recognizable

Something you cannot feel

If you don’t reach for inexplicable


In the taste of aromatic coffee

Before a hard day

In the piece of chocolate

Melting on my lips


There comes experience

Of yet another sense

How wonderful world could prove

If you pay attention to every detail and little piece

‘Stripped of all my pride’

Stripped of all my pride

Bright pink/purple flower shot with lensbaby muse

I humbly gaze down

To see what caused my pain


Stripped of all my pride

I don’t know why

In your arms I melted away


Stripped of all my pride

I’ve gone too far

And I’ve got nowhere left to stay


Stripped of all my pride

I’ve given you too much

And so you walked away


Stripped of all my pride

I’m giving up

Because I can never win this game


Stripped of all my pride

I turn to write

And cry my troubles away

‘Recipe for the best art’

Almanach des Muses 1767

Broken heart

Is the best poet


Are the noble ink


– The most precious paper

Fallen angel

– The golden muse

And so I gather my lovely weapons

Come together my wings of feathers

Cause I know that from the art you get all the best

When strong feelings burst open your chest

‘Reality in Abstraction/The Art and the World’

New city

The rock on the wall

The clock on the road

Who bites into a roll

Fights in the war

The heart is the core

Of our eternal lore

Guts may be spoiled

Clouds on the board

Drawn to explore

The art to the core

What’s gone

Will be gone

What’s wrong

Will be questioned

The world writes its words

Just how it wants

Gives new meanings to words

Borders to be withdrawn

Promises to be short

Siblings to be shot

What’s more to be born

Among artists’ dying lot?

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Do You Still Dream?

When the morphine of your love fills my veins

And sweet scent of myrrh caresses my nostrils

My eyes close in the myriad of dying sunbeams

And my mind knows it is the time for it to be a guide

Helplessly drifting through lonely streets

Hanging on every pleasant thought

With a thousand colors and dreams around me

I’d do anything to be permitted to stay

But reality wakes me all over again

And reality shows me it’s always the same

The reality scares me in its cold disdain

Still I keep on finding my way back

I sail away and dream of my perfect land

So come and sleep

Come and dream

With me, oh dream

The world can always wait