The Water

And there was the pale moon
over the dark water
And there was the cold, still night,
rioted by our blazing hunger

Every kiss
I breathed in
every caress
I submerged in

the silver water
danced
to the red
of our melting fire

our shadows entwined,
summoning ripples,
shooting the face
of the breaking dawn

Let's go to the hill, where little jubilant colored flowers dance happily with lush green blades of grasses in the music of the enchanting wind. Let's find there the spot, where we can lay ourselves down and count all the bee- and bird- and butterfly-like passing clouds in the light blue sky. Let's search for the most handsome tree and see if we can climb to the top. Let's pretend that we were together doing all the above until it was time to go home again.

You, dear,
are my beacon in the dark,
when my stars grow tired of glowing,
and my moon goes
together on a rendezvous with my sun,
deprive me of their lights.

This is It

Released are my rivers of tears
Suddenly I find myself standing in this
incoming
engulfing flood
and I haven't yet learned to swim

So I bid you farewell, love
Closing my lights of day
I will flow together
with the raging water
from the barrier you broke

And if I were gone today,
would you be able to find me again tomorrow?

"How are you?" It's a simple question with not such a simple answer.

Today I asked people how they were doing. Some of them couldn't give me any answer. So instead, they just said, "I don't know!"

"How can you not know how yourself is doing? You don't have to be a rocket scientist to be able to answer such a short and simple question!" And so I thought...


A couple of hours ago I was lost in my day dreaming and emotional turbulence (as on any other day). Some people I know saw me and asked how I was doing. I was caught off guard and couldn't answer the question. I smiled, thought for a while, mumbled something incoherent, tried to hide my confusion by smiling again. But that was it. And at last I answered that simple question with the same, "eerrr..., I don't know!"


And then alone, I tried to solve life's newest mystery, which this simple "how are you"-question introduced. I looked at myself in the mirror and asked, "how are you?" My image smiled but I also saw a big blotch of denial on my cheeks, just where the big smile dwelled. I asked again, "Really, dear... Tell me truthfully, how are you?"


"Fine!" The woman in the mirror answered convincingly. But I, the person who knows the woman in the mirror and her cunning very well, I saw this woman sent away a little doubt into the never ending coridors behind her tangled mind.


I realized then, that trying to answer the question while looking in the mirror won't give me any result. So I meditated. Ultimate question asked. Then I waited. one, two, three minutes passed. Rrrrrrriiiiiing!!!!! My cell rang its annoying old telephone ringtone. I picked up the phone. Someone cheerfully said,"Hello, Novy! It's me! How are you?"


"I don't know", I answered.
But at least I was fast this time.

every single time
there are just the same
tears
waitings
disappointments

every single time
there are just the same
misunderstandings
angers
neglects

But love
keeps on giving me
illusions
of hope

And I am his fool
for believing
every single word,
every single time

Which is Which?

It is as if I just woke up from a very long dream.
Here in the now I find myself. Here in the reality I look over my shoulder
and see fuzzy borderline.

My dream felt so real; My reality puzzles me.

It is as if I just woke up from a very long dream.

or is it

I have just fallen asleep and started dreaming my reality and the dream I thought I was having was actually my actual reality---

My Odyssey

Tell me where happiness lies
So I can set my sails to the direction
Tell me what happiness is
So I would know if I found it
My home

Seasons' Greetings

Each time I watch the lady changes her gown
I can't help myself but stand dumbfounded;
sucked into her quicksand of beauty.

In my Solitude

I shut my blinds and sit in the wailing darkness
No one knows
I lie unmoved on the icy floor until my skin turns purple
No one knows
I kill my overruling heart with a blunt knife
No one knows

I drop dead
No one cares

Weird Show

I'm the blue man with three hands, I'm the bearded woman with giant nose, I'm the crazy midget with wild red hair.
People are rushing to see me inside my cage, despite the high fare, despite the long distance.
I am never alone. I am surrounded with crowds. They stare, laugh, throw, spit at me...
They surround me with their crowded laughter, drown me in their thick black stares.
The newest weird show in the circus has come to town!

It is You

And I said I love you

I say I love you

I'll say I love you,

while

Cherishing every droplet of your loneliness-quenching-affection

It doesn't matter how hard I try, I would never be pretty in his eyes. Why is it so damn important to me, you ask? I don't have the answer. Perhaps I just want to be adored by someone who loves me. But it is too much to ask, I guess. You could never force someone to see what they can not see, to think what they can not even imagine. I know I should just be happy with my being average. But hey, at least I'm not ugly!

I have never been good in forgetting aches. Especially if scars remain. My walls are decorated with pain. I don't know who put them all in exhibit like that, but they are there, all staring at me at the same time with their vicious eyes. Each of them has its own mind. And they just don't want to leave me in peace.

My world is filled with images and words of you
Gushing into the void of your absence

Clouds from steel
rain water from keel
racing into earth's throat
suffocating

blood from shreds
tears from dreads
running out of my pores
clogging

my home
my shell

Tell Me How to Whisper Your Name

Tell me how to whisper your name properly,
because still I can't invoke you from my cold dark hole

Tell me how to whisper your name correctly,
because still I can't resurrect you from my vague dreams

Tell me how to whisper your name decently,
because still I am sitting in my loneliness alone

When all candle lights have faded away,
and nothing can sheathe me from fear,
I will cling on to the memories you gave me,
and recite each syllable of your called entity carefully,
Until you appear once more in front of me

Let's Cry!

Perhaps our tears can wash away the red of the shedded blood. Perhaps our tears can blow away the bad odor of the summoned death. And perhaps, if we cry hard enough, our tears can clean up the jug of hopes and aspirations, which is blackened by all the occuring violence. Let us cry together in unison!

My meadow is withering. But the rain I hoped for isn't coming. Despite the constant dance I have been performing. Despite the endless chants I have been singing. And a cloud came by just to say, that the rain isn't going to come.

My meadow is withering

People I miss are carving their images inside me painstakingly. And painfully I am enduring the movements of their carving nails digging into my flesh.