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.
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
Is the best poet
Are the noble ink
– The most precious paper
– 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
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
Will be gone
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Borders to be withdrawn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?
I’m walking on a sunny day
Delighted to have sunlight on my face,
Pleased to have my say
By writing. On starry nights I glance into space
While the two worlds mix with each other.
A sudden feeling of discomfort, inexplicable.
I’ve got thoughts to gather
But they all split, it’s undeniable
Something’s been watching me
For a long, long time
From behind that cherry tree.
Have I committed some crime
I’ve written about?
I can see the light
Which is coming out
From my inside…
What a mad suicide!
Normal for lunatic poets
Who put their sorrow aside
By drowning it in the muse’s sockets.