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Storm

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.

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‘In Search For More’

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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’

‘Mysterious Magician’

witch

I’m a wizard of the silent hills

I sing to the moon on the grassy slopes

I whisper spells to lizards and snakes

I point at the sky with my wand and watch weather change

 

I’m a fairy

I help broken hearted

With my glimmering fingers I embrace memories

And with my winged folks joyfully dance

 

I’m a witch

I cast spells to destroy your days

I talk to thunders and blow away leaves

I love my cats and with mice them feed

 

I’m a dreamer

At night I sleep

By day I weep

When I wake from slumber

And open my eyes

I rage at the skies

And call for handsome knights

I become a princess of my own reverie

And then you may finally see

Who I could really be

‘The girl of the sea’

A wave breaks onto Carmel River State Beach

Wind playing with her hair

Thoughts racing through his head

Sun hiding behind the clouds

 

He’s taking her hand

She drops three tears

Shadows take them in cold embrace

 

She’s changing her mind

He’s waiting with blank eyes

Crow breaks the silence

 

She’s breaking his promise

He’s breaking her heart

Sand covers their feet

 

She turns to kiss him

He tells her he would miss her

The voice says: ‘Sheer lies’

 

She knows it’s true

He pretends he hasn’t heard it

Lightning breaks the skies

 

She pushes him aside

He falls onto the rock

Sea caresses her skin

 

She jumps into the waves

He looks at her half consciously

All remains still in the darkness

‘Gentle healer’

It was a rainy autumn afternoon. Jack was blankly staring out of the window. He was depressed. His life had recently seemed to suck in every possible aspect. He had been thrown out of the school, all his friends had left him and on top of that he had been grounded.

His parents were about to go out. ‘Go to sleep early and don’t let any strangers in.’, his mom instructed him. As pleased as a punch, he lied down in his bed.

Jack completely lost the sense of timing. He could have been lying there for hours when suddenly out of the corner of his eye he noticed a weird golden glow. He quickly turned his head to see a shining, delicate hand reaching for him. Stunned, he fell back. ‘For light doth seize my brain… With frantic pain…’, the words came to his mind out of nowhere, or maybe it was the creature, whose hand he was now watching? Shivering from head to toe he tried to catch a glimpse of what was behind the hand. However, he realised, it was there alone – no arm, no body, nothing. It was just hanging in the air, surrounded by microscopic golden pieces. Before he could notice any movement, they came buzzing around his head.

It was still profoundly dark. Jack felt deeply elated. He couldn’t remember anything from his whole life except for the strange phenomenon, which appeared in his room. All he wanted to do now was to share this wonderful story with the world, but he somehow knew he couldn’t… He knew he could never tell anyone because they would never believe him.

*'For light doth seize my brain... With frantic pain...' - a fragment from 
William Blake's 'Mad Song'

‘Door’

The mysterious Door

There was a closed door.

But people wanted more

Than they could see.

 

Once the duke said, ‘I implore

You to finally open that hapless door.’

No one dared from the assembly.

 

‘Got to see what we can score!

We want more than our lore,

We want never – ending glee!’

 

Then the key was found, so small.

‘Does it match the big keyhole?

Let us try and see!’

 

Squeaked the hinge as people roared,

‘Now it’s opened, that door,

And who did it? – we!

 

Now let’s see what we’ve come for.

Oh, some will have to crawl

Under our feet!’

 

Then the light from behind the door

Dazzles muzzles as they grow

And turn profoundly green.

 

Greedy trolls, now they should know

What that ghastly punishment is for!

Nothing – you all mean

 

Without your soul,

Without that door,

Nothing else will make your heart beam.

‘Blue rose’

An artificially coloured rose. A white rose is...

 

Magically glimmering

Dark blue eyes in the night

The proof of a different love

The proof of hidden desire

You never know what to expect

You never know what’s the secret of its heart

Shining in the mysterious moonlight

The blue rose of our love

‘A woman lying on the ground’

A woman lying on the ground

Her eyes closed

Her mind open

A dark, sticky substance beside her

Revealing her story

And too hiding it forever

Lying on the grass

Warm sunbeams on her face

Every memory

Every thought

Struggling to be freed

Will they ever be?

A woman lying on the ground

So naturally

So carelessly

Lying