Sunday, January 27, 2013

Radio days

photo by @luyu (@yiota143) in instagram http://instagram.com/luyu/


"... back then, we didn't have all these machines
you have now...

back then
we used to gather in the evenings, 
same time,
all the family around that wooden box
to listen to the news from europe
and american music
our dreams swinging, sinatra and moonlight serenade
we started  dancing
and our parents had to
talk us back to quiet

sigh...

am old
but will never forget
the voice of that man saying
that the war started
and then
that the war ended
and the tears in our eyes 
we were listening to history made
we couldn't see
but we used our imagination
and that was harder
and filled our hearts with real awe...
and then those days,
before our first kiss
we were touching - "accidentaly"
going to change station at the same time, 
and our fingers were exchanging secret kisses
as we were trying to tune in 
to hear another song...
happy days under the sun
where boys and girls knew how to fall in love...

you nowadays...
you are thirsty to see
more and more and more
an endless fair, a feast for the eyes
but do you really see?...
you don't care anymore
you lose sight of the essence
by seeing too much
such an oxymoron
and love has become just a four letter word
Signs of the times...i know..."

and then she stands up from the sofa
slow steps heavy with age
she stops before the old radio
 ~ now just an antique, 
long silenced from the swift hand of progress 
with its wires 
a mess of red and green and blue branches
a multicolored tree of memories that grows inside that box
 and a twisted antenna still hanging
like a broken arm, from its side...
she caresses the wood, her arthritic fingers going over the buttons
all the memories there, she can almost hear them...

and then with a sigh
and mumbling "where did all these go..."
she goes to bake bread in the kitchen
and fool the inexorable Time
for one more day...

Saturday, January 26, 2013

On the shore

found at Gothic Art http://goo.gl/YC2nX

On the shore of the River of Life
I stop to drink and wash away my sorrow

My face mirrored on the water
It breaks in one thousand pieces
I let my reflection drift away
As if I never breathed upon this earth
I wandered like a ghost in the wild
But now i sit here
Waiting for the storm that crawls over the mountains
My longing for love, one dark cloud 
That comes to swallow me whole
Am not afraid of the thunder and the lightning
What harm can they do 
To someone who doesn't care anymore
To live another day 
Without the warmth of another body close, 
Without the sound of a beloved voice in the night?...
My fate slowly melts as the light fades away

On the shore of the River of Life
I stop.

My journey ends here...

A dream...

photo found at All Poetry. http://goo.gl/4AyfN


sitting in a cafe
me and best friend
we talk
about all the silly every day things
two girls can talk about
over a hot cup of words
stirring them around, between our lips
about one thousand ways to say
the one thing we can't 
then
i turn my eyes
at the table on my left 
you are there looking at me, waving 
your hand shines like the neck of a swan
and i wonder why
my heart jumps
my friend, she notices nothing
keeps talking and talking
but i dont hear a sound
because you are there
then i take my glass of water
that is half full
and i come to you
my feet almost touching the ground
i say i didnt see you, been here long?
You say yes, and then you get up
ready to go, mumbling
i still hold that glass in my hand smiling
and then
suddenly i realise you are so tall
almost a giant to the small me
and you bend 
i freeze
and you press your cheek on mine
and you stay there
as if you don't wan't to leave
and i pray you stay like that forever
i feel your touch
and your warmth makes me shiver
inside my glass, grows a white lily
your skin on mine pressing
and i am happy so happy.... 

and then i open my eyes
its 4:25 am here
and the 4 corners of my room are full of you
but the dream disolves in fumes of solitude
and i can't keep it 
cause it slips through my lips 
that are smiling
still...

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Where does it end?...

Sanctuary in solitude, found at Wallpaper Metalship http://goo.gl/bvGrr
Where does it end?
Where love ends?
The question with no answer
fights its way out of my mouth
but some how
words seem to disolve 
 black birds fly over my white paper
i open my lips to ask 
i often ask my shadow
in the middle of the night
or walking down the street 
looking at the faces of people
who walk holding hands,
and  love each other 
~ or at least they think they do...


Where does it start?

is it just a chemical reaction 
that our bodies ignite 
in order to say yes to the great plan of God
"Be fruitful and multiply..." 
and for that inevitable order
writen in our swirling dna
we go on believing 
that it starts there?
                                               in that bloody organ that it is called a Heart?

When i see you and my face 
lights up like a beacon into the frozen night, 
when i hear your voice in my ears
and for a minuscule fracture of a second
i have a vision 
- in a field 
in Spring
you and me lay gently
our backs over the green grass
the soft breeze comes from the mountain
you hold my hand
so small and warm inside your palm
we are watching cotton clouds roll by
trying to find their funny shapes
we laugh
you turn and kiss my neck softly
right there, right then, i am happy and complete -
when i feel you crawling under my skin
when i stay in bed all day 
imagining you are here with me
does it start right then, in a dream,
in  a shadow, somewhere in 
a dark corner of my mind?


and where does it end?

In heartbroken nights waiting for the dawn
when shadows and ghosts mock me 
and i drown in a dark pool of tears
half drunk because its the only way to deal with it
and i want to cut out that cursed thing 
that it is called a Heart
and throw it away
and having another drink
wishing that it could erase from my mind
that night when you said you dont love me,
because you could have loved me 
but you never did, 
so every morning i won't have to remember
that I,love you,
again 
and again 
and again?....


Does it end there? 

Does love ever ends?...

linked to @dVersePoets Open Link Night~80

Monday, January 14, 2013

Bargaining with the Devil

Beauty & Devil by Boris Vallejo @ http://fantasy.bratsk.net
Am bargaining with you, Devil, 
am bargaining with you
I only have my half-eaten soul
to lay upon the table

Am bargaining with you, Devil,
am bargaining with you
My wish must be so easy
i know you are able

Am asking for some Love, Devil, 
Am asking for some Love
So hard to stand alive now
So hard to stand tall

I tried so many times, Devil, 
I tried so many times
But God almighty must have wanted 
To take from me all

I see your blood red eyes, Devil, 
I see your blood red eyes
I know my sin will sell me out
Before this very night dies

But before i follow you, Devil 
into the pits of Hell
I just want some Love, Devil, 
And you can do it well

Am bargaining with you, Devil,
And hell well i know
For one day in loving arms
I'll melt like black snow

I can't find a cure, Devil
I can't find a cure
So take from me what now is left
to be good and pure

And give my heart one moment's ease
With this broken dream
Am bargaining with my soul, Devil, 
You'll not hear me scream

And when this game is over, Devil, 
And all said and done,
I'll follow you down that flaming path
With love's mark undone... 

linked to @dVersePoets Open Link Night ~ 79

Monday, January 7, 2013

Misty road

Vitaly Geyman B&W Tree Photography http://goo.gl/THkQb Copyright © 2013, Squidoo, LLC and respective copyright owners




misty road, where are you taking me?
turning and turning
cutting my fears in two
through a dark forest of memories
where are you taking me?
my shoulders heavy 
I whispered my last farewells 
I walked for years and years
under sun and rain and snow
and the wide open eyes of men
who were holding on to their small lifes
watching me going by 
dragging my dusty slow footsteps in the dark
like a wounded soldier returning home...
But where is my home?
Misty road, where are you taking me?
i once had a worn ancient map showing me the way
but it was torn apart to pieces from violent winds 
when this night inside was questioning my reason
all I am left is my broken compass 
always pointing to a purple love that rusted and cracked
little by little, step after step...
I stand now tired and old
the darkness is calling
to a dream that is cold and hollow
but where are you taking me, my only friend,
misty road? you know i will follow... 

linked to @dVersePoets Open Link Night ~ 78