My Poems
The Running
And flooded his tears down the rich paper,
Against the childhood coined most diabolic.
Enigma of the water’s salt filled deeper
Than any worst of all of Satan’s frolics.
And flooded his tears - the poor scraper.
The glass begged for mercy, but daddy had none,
Only hope of bloodless love far off was gone.
And flushed away the last tear down the gentle skin,
Bigger, saltier, wetter than an orphan’s chin.
The glass begged for peace, but daddy was done.
What has begun, never will end,
That is one’s truth, denials will bend.
Run where you want, run where you can,
Drop on your knees and don’t cry man.
What has begun will never end.
No matter where we go, no matter where we run,
One fate for us there is, from birth her time begun.
She comes as if from nowhere, sad her timing is,
But now he smelled her bold air, eternity of bliss.
No matter where we go, no matter where we run…
Into the shadows
How can I walk among you all?
Crashed? Derailed? Barefoot? Naked?
I cannot rise after the fall.
Life isn’t real, feel free to take it.
Pray on my sorrows, pray on my tears,
Hope, for I cannot dare trying.
Reach out to me and fight my fears.
This is the time of my dying.
Blood’s running slower from aching heart,
Not much fulfilling my soul.
Body ballooned, soon spiked by dart
Of Lady Death closing her goal.
Pay no attention – you never do!
Continue life, oh joyful living!
I’ve been around, I’ve been a fool.
Into the shadows must now I give in.
Not real
Plastic here, plastic there,
Plastic piling everywhere.
In your lunch and in your laugh…
Without plastic life is tough.
If not plastic, then it’s rubber.
Plastic smile – a real backstabber!
Plastic love – find it on Grinder.
Don’t forget plastic face-finder.
Plastic info, plastic news,
Plastic truths… Go hide in booze.
Plastic system slaved us up.
Plastic money? Prison! Trap!
Plastic eyes with sexy color,
Don’t get fooled – she’s really hollow.
Her eyelashes made of plastic,
Every wink always so drastic.
Lips from plastic enter first,
Touch her tits and they will burst.
Men displaying plastic pecks…
First injections - and then steaks.
Spending hours in the gym,
Chasing all that plastic dream.
Evolution? Or a plague?
Fate of plastic is so vague.
Water’s also full of plastic.
Yes! I know! This sounds fantastic!
And now you - your plastic words!
Shaking loveship like wind birds.
Promise of that plastic life
Isn’t of what I would thrive.
Plastic flowers, plastic plants,
Plastic kisses for we’re done.
Plastic touches, hugs and cuddles,
Everything was just a bubble.
What a future us awaits?
Will end soon this plastic race?
Thank inventor of this blessing,
Poison to the face of Earth,
Though we’re better off without it.
Without plastic-coated nerve.
Shore’s Yellows
Every blue eve I wait Thee!
Is it you or is it me
Many years counting each day?
Must you always sail away?
Fishing shmishing, work we do!
Almost never I see you.
Walls are crying, paint goes bruised,
Wedding vows are overused.
Lights from candles fade away,
For Thy white sails I will pray.
On shore’s yellows, at red dusk,
I will carry out wife’s task.
Mast cross rising from vast grey…
Have God blessed us today?
Did you conquer needy sorrows?
Will you stay with me…, tomorrow?
A New Morning
Woke up in the morning feeling rough as never.
Looking through the window seeing Earth and Heaven.
White cat crawling slowly on brick wall in silence,
Pigeons on a chimney fertilize in violence.
Rubbish being taken through back gate by neighbor.
Cleaning lady holding broom – somewhat a lightsaber.
Rain is washing windows with its crystal sorrow…
Will I see the sun rays coming in tomorrow?
Everyone in progress of the cleansing duty
Hoping all this work will soon come as fruity.
Never mind the tears, never mind the bitter,
Maybe after this, the life will be much fitter.
Waiting in their homes, the dreams fall into darkness,
Watching, how the world now starts to feel bit heartless.
Fot. Mike Wysocky