Mrak

The One-eyed Mrak, the tomcat
turns the corner
moves the withered leaves
of the road before smelling them
"Fall's over" - he thought
and sniffed
then sneezed and answered with "hhhh" to other cats

Mrak slipped through a window
and found one forgotten girl's lap
He caressed tender the legs of the chair
and went out
'Outside is a refuge? For how long?'
In none of the long days
the one-eyed cat
couldn't see much sense

the forgotten girl:

'The night under my covers
was so warm inside
for the cat named Mrak
I loved him in a special way
May be because he was the only one
who knew of my existence
He never asked
why did I took
one of his eyes
half of the light
and the left side of the things
Anyway
The one-eyed Mrak - the tomcat
is the best friend
I've ever had
He's walking around my body
while I'm asleep
My covers - his night sky
my knees and elbows
are for him small and surmountable
obstacles
When he claws my face
I'm not mad
I think that he skillfully draws
the wounds
which I myself
will not be able to cause'

-
The One-eyed tomcat awaken
between the forgotten girl's legs
He licked one of his nails
content of himself purred
then slipped out from the opened window
when suddenly he was swept away by the coach
....

It's alright
he never existed
in the left side

of the road

*мрак [mrak] - darkness

y

I am
my own backup plan
my eye
thin and glossy
sheet of paper
mirror sheet
that extracts
your image
from mine

my visibility
your causality

there is a forest
 you will lose me there
and that's what happens
to mirrors when traveling
to the forests when traveling
when the forest takes on its way
collecting the thoughts
of the lonesome trees
cut and left and by the men

you're the one who tells me
'you are your own backup plan'
the memory of the cup
is the memory of a kiss
I am falling asleep thinking of it

I'll be walking behind you
even if you never turn back
and you'll be walking behind me
even if I think
I am my only companion
and my last backup plan

we last seconds
and then
the music flows
in a memory of a dream

*

are you going to meet
a little shy girl
to fill your pockets with chestnuts
so trees can start whisper her name
to you

i will tell you a story
the saddest tale
for the saddest king
a tale for silver key
lips,
shall you stop me
or shall you hear me first?

*

tense breathing - makes the slowest dance
what's gathering us in this world
what's crossing us
as a weak plants
clinched to each other
for the sip of light
higher!

phantasms

*

I heard a trumpet
in the end of the street
and some voices
blue long train
of women - caressed strings
laughing
carrying fruits, almonds and raisins for him
who will treat them with coffee
playing the whole night
for them

*
I whist
I don't reprimand you
now each of us is alone
each of us is conquest of the Night
so I forgive you

*
marooned street
dream under construction
I'm wandering in the dark
searching a way beyond me

*
I will be zealous - defending the constant gap!
What are you hiding?

Nothing

I'm just trying to outrun
the Lie that I kept inside

but this race is already doomed
and my victory
made of forced transience
leads to
sought and found darkness

d

Brave little soldier, the war began in the morning, in bed ...
in combat with dreams
there are thousands awake men
behind their borders
men with strong fears
fears of strong men
rambling behind the closed eyes
Even if you sleep with one eye opened a certain fear can break a trail
and enter your room quietly and steal your cover quietly -
the only cover prescribed to you
The War is in the dreams - do not think there is no blood,
red and shed
It's in the dream
where the blood is learning to roar and to raise
going to heaven
going to blaze
As a matter of fact
Dreams can anticipate events
and determine the dates of upcoming battles
Listen to me, little brave soldier,
I am a dream and I'm telling you this .
I will appear as a dream
thousand times till you understand
that in the difference I'm telling you always the same
about
the border, where they will send you
about
the planets which will fall into disagreement
about
your friends who could
surrender you to the enemy

All of these things is singing the dream
when the dream happen to be like a melody
or if not - it can take your clear mind and speak with a thick female voice
(for everybody to laugh)
During the war the dreams are the astonishing strategists,
the dreams are impeccable then
A little brave soldier,
on the battlefield of sleep
keep your legs fast and your heart slow
Keep yourself from the eyes of the young white girls
Because they are also dreams,
because they shoot you in the back,
because they have targeted you and not the goal is important -
It's you!
You're important
little tin soldier ...
I am the dream - listen to me

**

Let's not forget to thank the the spirits we meet
the weird sisters, the witches, the ghosts of the 'deceased',
those we do not know and because of that we dare to revive...

Let's not forget to be grateful because there are no bad spirits
They are not bad - only because we visualize them
and mostly because they have come to talk to us
(not like us people - as ridiculous as we learn to be quiet among the others,
and them, in their efforts, desperately trying to understand us more easily
are silent among us)
Don't forget..
... Therefore we also are not bad spirits,
if someone speaks to us
if someone wants to revive us in moments when we think we are finished,
long gone and wilted ..
And the more difficult it becomes to cross your own body - our substance,
because we are empty, easier it gets for the spring to come before our eyes ..
and it comes unexpected, unaccompanied,
just like we think we do, walking the road 'all alone' in our fear that we are going insane
if we get talking to one of those "nonexistent"
Precisely because those of our dreams are the real ones, those who we called alone
without being aware that we can make even one sound
And how nice it is to talk with the roadside stones or witches on the road
or with the roadside houses with black eyes - from the bottom to their roofs, wide opened to the sky
So when I'm 'just' going back or when I'm just going away -
I won't forget to thank to my companions who will be there, who I Will meet
because I know - they won't leave Me alone
and I, for anything, won't overlook...I will surely stop at least for a little talk

today

one long and one short needle

twelve are the black holes


a clock

--

--

one and the same are those who are giving us
the horror of chance
 and the bliss of chance
those who appear to revive our breath
will later recognize us in our dead bodies
 are of true compassion - genuine love

love, stronger than the hand of fate,
but rude and careless
like a foreigner in a country with exquisite manners
the one I was grateful to
made me forsake myself
this burden equals - the ease of creating him myself

the nightmare

birds of necks bent

dead fish breath

heaven under the bed

already dark and dusty

before the storm

before you close your eyes slept

the past

a word

a rusty ring

marked with a cross

a box of old clothes

inherited

from your parents

stickiness

sweat

sleep

safety-poisons your memory

scent of fire

smell of weed

long lent

without praying

a prayer without fasting

there is a sentinel

to the front of the house of conscience

someone who keeps you away

something that doesn't allow you to pass

beyond -a pack of trusted dogs wait

you will to tell them who to attack

Erebus

History a disastrous backwater

we can't remember the names of our sons

Erebus

is darkness

Erebus -

a day brooded in black ink

Erebus -

my name and my eyes

Erebus -

the Ribs of night

Erebus -

oar of that broken boat

floating

on the crest

floating through

twenty three seas

Erebus

and depth [death]

Come -immerse

--

What I had I took and I waste in my sleep
Now :
pointless recalls

///

how dark is the rind of those branches -
where your shadow
honey and amber, blue hearted stones
reveals its secret,

be honest,
should I hide or protect my side?

acceptance, discourage - no more!

let's sink in the crown of you, tree
to swim and to cry
to gain and to dive

cluster of diamonds and leafs
to be forever honest
in a soft voice, in tears

****

How many streets will fill these sunken eyes

before

i am reminded you are reliable

be-warned

I will fall to the flickering shadows

body and mind

forget how to wake

forget all moves!

how to walk shaded -thrilled

across the mountain

over the hill

i am like the first kiss of sleep