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‘Big Brown Eyes’

When I look into those big brown eyes

The moon descends

My spirit flies

Away towards the darkness of the skies

 

Unwillingly, I fall deep down

Into the well that holds the memories of the past

The world disappears, now all I see is brown

I’m no longer me, I’m no longer mine

 

Just when these deep dark eyes

Look back at me, surprised

I know I can trust them, they don’t need a prize

Through them I can see the soul – so clear, so nice

 

Why can’t I stop looking into your eyes

And guessing your thoughts, guessing your plans?

So strange the fate’s plan can be sometimes

I’m left holding on, trying to see the world through those big brown eyes

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‘Uncertainty’

Uncertain

I don’t know if I love you

What if I don’t?

I think I’m starting to love you

But what if I won’t?

I guess I want to be with you

What if I’m wrong?

I feel happy when I’m with you

What if it’s not enough even for a song?

 

Well I guess if I consider these things so carefully

I will never enjoy life fully

Whatever works if it feels right

To get to this conclusion we don’t need any outstanding mind

Let’s just live our lives day by day

And truly appreciate what comes our way

Let happiness be our guide to what’s right or wrong

It might as well turn out that together we do belong

‘Helpless’

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

‘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’

‘Ticking Him Away’

Tick

I die

Tick

I try

Tick

I wonder why

Tick

I smile

Tick

I cry

Tick

I find out why

Tick

He said goodbye

Tick

Oh my

Tick

Let the rain cry

Tick

Let the sun smile

Tick

Let him try

Tick

Let the blue rose die

Wall clock

‘The usual unusual moaning of mine’

How much longer are we gonna pretend

That we’re not living our lives second hand?

Now, would you tell me it doesn’t make sense

That I want to search for myself without defence?

And please don’t tell me you love me unconditionally

Finally admit that you would cease to if I stopped being me

Do you know if it’s me anyway?

I keep on changing and changing every day

Perhaps there is no point in my present sorrow

Why even care what’s it gonna be tomorrow?

I don’t understand what has happened to me

So happy I used to be

Now nothing seems to matter at all

Even though I’ve managed to find my goal

Maybe too positive is just not healthy

You have to be sad and confused and not so wealthy

From time to time being down is so enjoyable

There’s some sick ecstasy in it, seemingly not probable

Do you find me even more insane?

I guess I know who is to blame

Although dreamy, I sometimes get quite sceptical

At the same time I hate all that is logical

It is probably getting quite boring

Just my usual unusual moaning

One number up in my age

And so I started considering some great rage

Please don’t wonder what I really meant in here

You can instead have fun with a cup of beer

As I always say the choice is yours

But you’re already here, so you’re gonna go through it, of course

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I’d like to thank a lot for the following award in the Thursday Poets Rally:

I nominate Touch 😉

‘Civilization’s traps’

Closed doors

Front doors

Eyes close

Eyes closed

Careful watch

Watch to catch

You doing something wrong

.

Hands reach

Hands of witch

And tongues of one too

Tongues always due

To see you do

Change the hue

.

Nails sharp

Nails that carp

Just like lips

Making you get to grips

With remorse

Which only makes things worse

.

Ears that listen

In the light they glisten

The foes that gossip

Wait for you to take a sip

From the cup which pleasures promise

But no friends enlist

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Hey, readers! It’s my 100th post!!! Yay! Time to celebrate…

Champagne tower.

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I’d like to thank you for the following award in the Thursday Poets Rally:

I nominate Elaine Danforth.

‘Ode to attitudes and worries’

It scares me so

That life will go

And I won’t get a chance

To even glance

At everything I would love to taste

 

It scares me so

That I will grow

Out of being me

Before I can even see

It coming

 

It scares me so

That I will lose my flow

Lose what I love

And heaven above

Won’t give it back

 

It bugs me so

That you don’t want to know

Me before you start judging

Or even grudging

What I have

 

It bugs me so

That everything will go

So fast

Like a blast

If I enjoy it

 

It bugs me so

That you can end up so low

And it’s so much easier

Than the busier

Way to holiness

 

I enjoy it so

That I can throw

All of the above

Away to get lost in what I love

– In careless song and dance

Sega Beach Dance Video

 

‘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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‘Multiverse’

parallel worlds

Emptiness, space

Was there a universe?

Big Bang started all with no grace

And a humble blaze

Then the life was born in one

Parallel worlds were gone

From the minds by the wind blown

In which one day the memory was supposed to be reborn

One idea started the flow

Which will continue from now on

People had to have something to frown upon

They created theories thousand pages long

But where is the truth?

And where lies the spoof?

If we can’t answer, then let’s move

On, thankful to multiverse whatever it can prove

 

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This poem has been submitted for Thursday Poets Rally Week 38, in which I have won the following award:
I’d like to thank SOOO much for the nomination and nominate hindawy for this week 🙂