morning!morning Autumn

today he could not find the will to go on
the morning grass was deep blue and cold

his windy thoughts have been taken by the black night
so he was empty..
...grey
..dun
.inside

he looked in the other side of the mirror to see her
didn't know is he one person or still both?.. did he care?

last night he did not find her lips on his rarely smiling face
the distance between them has changed into never ending space


the elements of the yellow day were still playing with the morning light
that was the reason his inborn disbelief was at the moment rather bright

he could not find in himself this girl who wake up after loosing one tear
one year ago in the world where down was up and up was a long way from here

he recalled his lover from whom the sound of the heart beating was taken
he did not get answer - his name was forgotten his faith was forsaken

father and son

there was a son who wanted to know
how to be happy despite the blow

he asked his father what to do
to avoid the sadness and forget about blue

the father was wise and thousand years old
a white long beard in his hand he could hold

he knew a story about lion and giraffe
so he looked at his son and he started to laugh

my little son you are too young to ask me about the life!
but I know one story which I have heard from my wife:

a little boy always dreamed of a gorgeous lion
with whom he could plant a green scion

at last he met a high giraffe with three spots
but it wasn't a thing of which he dreamed a lot

he could take the giraffe or wait for his gorgeous friend
he could feel sorrow but still knowing the lion will come in the end

so what had he chosen? do you know my son?
I think he waited for his real friend coz it was worth the fun!

I was your raindrops

I was your breath when you couldn't breathe
I was your eyes when you cried like a blind man

I was your sky when it started to rain
and the raindrops

the raindrops falling down on your skin
and I still remember your scent

the scent which took possession of me one day

a little boy and the red balloon

there was a boy - a little one
so tiny that he lived in the trousers pocket of his mum

nobody could see him becoz of his size
but everyone knew that he was wise

although he was small like an ant
his dreams were huge and without bounds

one day he put all the dreams inside the red balloon
and started sailing in the cup of tea using a spoon

the red balloon run high!high!high! through the blue
up!up!up! strewing the raindrops and giving the clue

so if you see the red balloon above you
choose one dream and it will come true

the conversation with my devil - end of the game

so my sweet blondie slowly we're finishin' our race

I can see tiredness on your little pale face

the poor white King is God - don't be shocked!
we are playing Chess game on this forever frozen rock

I am black of course God is playing with white
uy! lucky day for me! it seems that Victory on my side!

the white King is weak and the Queen is gone
the Bishop and Knight are cowards and you blondie are only a pawn

so tell us God which figure will you take now to move?
the blizzard is coming so what will you choose?!

rivers are bleeding stars are falling down
oh my poor Lord.. I'll give you back your thorny crown

coz now I have to visit southern dark-haired girl to steal her life..
... c h e c k m a t e !.. ey my blondie! are you still alive?!

the conversation with my devil – snowy mountains

so you have lost your hands.. how naive you were!

didn’t you know the shark certainly will bite like hell?

look! you have blemished with scarlet your shirt

be careful! in snowy mountains you cannot make dirt!

the next place which we have to cross

is bright and virgin and there’s a lot of frost

there lives white King I have known

he loved her wife but he had lost the crown

so the wife left him like you left hope and it remains apart

when cold autumn comes deep into your heart

although he was brave he cried like a child

she was gone like the rest and he became wild

he started to gobble little blondie girls...

come! we will visit him! oh don’t be scared..

the conversation with my devil – deep ocean

so you have lost your tongue.. how windy you were!

didn't you know even desert lizard can bite like hell?

but do not worry - words can be painful like hit by a stone

today being speechless can be a virtue like Veritas was in Rome

now without tongue and with one blue eye

we will cross the ocean vast like the sky

there in depths a cruel Wizard lives

who punishes all ocean's thieves

once he met a little girl

blondie one who had to bear

for her love crimes on her breast

rugged starfish keeping her in the past

ey! but blondie what's in your hands?!
it's a killer whale or a shark eating your pants?

the conversation with my devil - wide desert

so you have lost one eye.. how naive you were!

didn't you know even fake lion can bite like hell?

but do not worry you still have the second there

having both blue eyes wasn't fair 

now the wide desert we have to cross

follow me - like I said - you won't get lost!

there's a Watchman - he watches the light

but his eternal soul isn't bright

once he met a little girl

blondie one pure like white pearl

unfortunately he had to kill the girl

due to the lack of space there.. 

ey! but blondie what's in your mouth?!

it's a snake or a lizard from desert south?

the conversation with my devil - magic garden

the magic garden we have to cross

follow me! - you won't get lost!

there's a Maker - he makes a clock

but his heart is cold and locked

once he met a little girl

blondie one with silly bird

on her shoulder but bird has died

coz she didn't know it couldn't fly

she threw the bird into deep gulf

and smashed a little bloody skull..

are you scared? oh! you shouldn't be!
sun is going down - ugly things we'll see

ey! but blondie what's in your hair?!

it's a cat or a lion inflated with air?

the conversation with my devil - postmortem lividity

so you are back but where's your gleam?
where's this stupid smile, Ma'am?
I have told you - you felt down
do you hold your baby crown?

there's no limits, there's no bounds
have you seen the group of clowns?

there's a wolf-boy with big teeth
becoz of this he cannot speak
we have also Lizard Queen
she likes to pretend she's a King
there are pirates with their boat
one step more - they'll cut your throat!
.. and a boy with one blue eye
he's the weakest one - he has to die..

are you happy? you don't know?!
so you'll be a part of our show!

my sweet blondie stop pretend
that you do not understand!
we are playing all the time
kidding, jumping, having fun
but the rules are very clear
are you deaf?! or full of fear?..
we are dancing in the crowd
each of us is very proud
we are typing: one-two-three..

..let's play Mediaeval Mystery!
I will take you by the hand!
we will start one-night-stand!
Danse Macabre has just begun!
.. you won't see again the rising sun
coz the dance-with-death alegory
has its own history:
even if you're man who should be brave
you'll walk the line along to grave

in the end your body will carry postmortem lividity
that is what we called - Eternity

so sweet pie

do not cry

take your chance!

let's dance!

the conversation with my devil

hello my little blondie girl

I haven't seen you nearly half-a-year

what were the rules of our show?

as you burn up - you have to go!

so did you build a perfect line?...

everything is fine, everything is fine..

the crowd

people

gender feelings

a lion, s he and art II

miss (ing)  w o r d s ..

so you have told me

about muslim cups of tea

first light, second sweet, third bitter

but your lips were sweeter

than tricky bee

like life, like woman, like love

I could jump over sky above

me

I will keep your words in dark

like the lion keeps art

and he pretends he can live without heart

?

I am nearing my destination

don't get lost in the storm!

little me will start a storm..

so be careful take a thorn!

better put it inside your heart

to save your life in one part

there will be a lot of pain

have you heard? start the game!

hide your tears! there's no peace

there's no mercy even if you wish

rape the women! steal the gold!

oh c'mon! do exactly what I told!

don't pretend that you can't use

all your power to abuse..

are you crying? oh poor you

I'm not sorry - that's the truth

kill the Captain! show his bones!

don't have knife?! use some stones!

all the pirates know the taste

of their own blood they can't waste

you still miss the woman with black hair

and still wanna smell the scent of the air

so please remember once and well

the price will be bloody-high like I tell

you have to play and stay alive

unless they'll kill you first with the knife..

hard times for dreamers

FOLLOW the letters!

in case of emergency - use the heart

a drop of weedkiller

your Jesus heals

your Jesus saves

but where is he today?

is he so proud

or am I so small

that he cannot touch my soul?

I'll put a white rope around my throat

but first I'm gonna hold

all my demons from the past

I'll bury them alive coz I must

save my soul before you rape me

one more time before you waste me

my lips dusted with gold

you will feel their cold

according to the Bible I won't see Heaven's Gate

coz I was naive and my lust didn't wait

I grabbed the beauty and the pleasure too fast

haven't noticed they were fake at last

instead of crying a place in the circus I'll book

into Sodom and Gomorrah I will take a look

a drop of weedkiller greedily I'll drink

and I will never ever think

about you and your poisoned glance

which wanted to possess me taking its chance

do you hear me? your eyes so wild

you still crave me still wanna fight

my face is already black&blue

and you're pretending you don't know the thruth

do not worry, the whole world is like that

coz people do not feel too much

your sweet Jesus heals

your sweet Jesus saves

but where is your bloody Jesus today?

a lion, s he and art

a lion's heart

without 'he' is 'art'

so a lion, s he and art

a lion with black hair

the tiny spider he wears

as his bow tie

s he is waiting for

and still dreams of more

bluebirds

but where is the 'art'

shouldn't appear in this part?

missing words..

the story of blue-eyed boy

did you know..

that the boy who sold the world

had only one eye and a rusty blunt sword?

people were jealous when he had both blue eyes

so they plucked one out but he never asked why

he loved to be a woman - so he was 'she' sometimes

even if people took these acts for the crimes

once he was waiting for a message from Friend From The Past

he remembered bitterness so the joy was the last

the message could be:

All the best

eat more then less

be cute like you are

forget about bra.

so rather funny than sad

but he felt something like that:

Watch out little boy with lizard face

they use smiles to bury you in the holy place.

he started to suspect each one and everything around

of burn him alive and his ashes exterminate on the ground

everyday the mirror brought to his mind

the pain and shame which made him blind

all these thoughts were frozen and cheap - it sucks

finally he loved the attitude: head under the ax!

but my dear friend..

if you read it right now - do not delude yourself

he will give the testimony of the common wealth

the story of blue-eyed boy should be forbidden

coz it means you will be forgotten but it won't be forgiven

Sobre mi y sobre él.
Lo he sobrevalorado.