Eye of the Darkness

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  • Perpetuality of nothing

    And sometimes life is more than simple

    It’s just this eternal twitch
    Of human fools
    To encrypt
    A plain core
    Into
    Oceans

    Of phantasmagoric drools

  • Fall

    And with that last flamingo move
    Of wildly burning tree locks
    The gale ebbed away

    Making space
    For the noctilucent tranquility of the air
    Undeniably present
    Hugging the trees
    In its arctic embrace

    And them
    Oh wooden-wooden heads
    Dropped their very last veil
    In an instant
    Baring their very hearts

    Completely

    V bezbrannom tichu

    In the blind, blind trust
    In the water
    To react

    Its wizardry

    Of winter interlink

    Dwelling in my heart
    Keeping me warm
    When the words of nuts
    Kept sending shivers down my back

    “Harris would be a better choice, you see, it’s been four years of prosperity for US…”

  • Ciao Bella

    The morn yawned
    And shut the shivering door
    Sealing off the human box
    Once again

    And eye
    Stepped into the twilight
    Casting the reserved shadows
    Onto the naked trees
    Standing ‘motionless
    In this eerie silence
    Of a dead fall

    Making one think
    Of funerals
    And us
    Hiding
    Our deepest wounds
    Under the layers
    Of black&white

    Wondering
    Whether an attendance of such affairs
    In nude
    Would feel looney and rude
    “…or just somehow right”
    Shrugged the thought
    Before melting away

    Making time
    For 16 geese
    Pursuing South
    Being shadowed
    By another sextet
    Flapping their mighty wings
    Creating an illusory propeller
    Of this tranquillity

    Dripping
    Over the open flavum egg
    Nesting the puppy of a violet
    Drawing a quick smile on my face
    Making me reach out
    And think of a few treasures
    Of my childhood

    Most of them eye found
    Laying vulnerable on the ground
    Free of charge
    Free of any clash
    Free of any claims of ownership
    Being simply there
    A true gift

    For me

    And suddenly the heart lit
    Up
    For a man
    That was found
    Supporting the ground
    -Alcoholic?!
    -No, every alcoholic was owned elsewhere…

    His hand
    -Being slow, whispering of a kiss?
    -No, it was soiled, like the life itself, and full of origami leaves
    Spelling
    “Ciao bella…”
    -And then?
    -No idea. Since the heart lost the ability to read

    In
    Bytes

  • Myopia

    The superbrain said that
    Therefore the war it must be
    Let it grow
    In either form
    Believing
    Peace to be nothing
    But Death

    For who ever heard of something
    Called Love
    Respect
    Responsibility
    Dignity
    Wisdom
    Inspiration

    In the world
    Of total control

  • Ism

    The era of depression was over
    Succeeded
    By the mightier beast

    The era of pure idiotism
    🖤

  • Knight

    The nowadays knights
    Of the 25th year of the 3rd millennium
    Turned out to be true nuts

    Lost in their nightmares
    Of light
    Trying to deliver

    The mere nite

    From the darkness

  • Duh

    Midnite of one Oleggio bedroom
     
    -…ok, M, now I’m gonna tuck you in, so you can be born in the morning again, this time as a butterfly😘
    Sleepy chocolate eyes looked at me, their mellowness melting away.
    -I’m not a caterpillar, Slavka 
    -I know, love, still, your bed looks like a giant cocoon🤷‍♀️ oh, are you a butterfly already?
    -Duh🙄

  • Linger on

    The furnace of love

    Eye always deeply admired
    The unbound currents
    Planting
    The mightiest trees
    In the grains of sand

    Fully grown in seconds
    Requiring
    No seed
    No roots
    No land

    Being nothing
    But a phenomenal art of nature
    Omitting frondescence
    And fruit
    Unlike those made of wood

    And so eye
    Couldn’t help
    But wonder
    Whether it was nothing
    But the prolonged touch

    Letting the skeletons
    Bloom
    In  

    The blueprint of leaflets and blossom

  • Dr Eam

    When one dreams
    In colours🙃
     
    Somehow Eye got to be a proper spy last night
    Getting a fake job in a hotel 
    Then robbing someone else of a white quasi dress
    To change one’s outlook😁
     
    Winking at my partner in crime
    Trimming his silvering beard
    With a glass of sun ray 
    At a reception 
     
    Future eye found us on the street
    Him, wearing Dark blue
    Me, blushing Deep in a red coat
    Followed by a tiny limping man in Forest Green 
     
    Walking in the stark black darkness
     
    Towards the past
     
    Of the multicoloured future

  • Selfpit

    The depth of a person’s self-pity is so untouchable that it turns into the shallowness by a mere touch.
    Because a loving person is aware that only the pain of another can hurt them🖤