The morse
of cascading sirens
Born
Within the very core
Of innocence
Of seagulls
Kept echoing in the puffs
Of insane western wind
Pressuring
Massive tons
Of pure American Beauty
To move
And so they did
Bringing along
The resurrection
Of freshly shot
Leaves
Gravitating
Towards the light
Heaviness
Of linden’s dead
Offspring
The only thing missing was thee
bathtub
Floating
Insouciantly
In the blushing delicacy
Of publicly butchered
Rose petals
One
Timber
Split
Into pieces
Each rapture
Filled
With the scent
Of a white rose
Dreaming of a crack can symbolize a feeling of vulnerability or weakness. It may also represent a fear of something breaking or falling apart in your life.
…z rozmlácenýho kostela…
-Where were you last night?
-Deep underground.
-Oh my, such a positive omen. It means visiting your true core. What was down there.
-Except for the right train going in a wrong direction, nothing much. Just a sanctuary, quasi a church.
-A sanctuary of your very being?
-A kind of archeological site, full of ruins, ancient rocks, relics, and broken statues. With a giant golden hand decorated with jewels. Couldn’t keep my eye off that open palm…
-Why?
-There was an aura of fake power radiating from it. Still it reminded me of nothing, but a lost island. Once full of life…
12/5/24
‘twas the morning
On the 10th of May
That found me
Walking
Once again
Down the sleepy Gloucester Road
Waking up to heatwave
Yet in the very soul
It snowed
And snowed
High up
Flying
Was my empty head
Lost in the shots
Of dying
And dead
Meeting mute shadows
On the way
When one
Out of the blue
Decided to say
Tenderly
In a velvet voice
“Thank you”
The melody seized the winged thoughts
Landing them fast
By the weight of such two words
To meet a tall adonis on the ground
Reaching out
To me
Slowing down his pace
For me
Just to found
Another
Humble
“Thank you”
That’s when I met an eye
Mirroring mine
And eye knew
He was one of them
And so I smiled
A genuine smile
Unable to act
Any other way
A moment in time
And two
Used to be strangers parted
And flew
He followed South
Freezing an image of his heart on mine
For rainy days
And eye marked North
Melting in sudden tears
Unable to breathe in
Thinking
About the horrors happening in his ancestral land
Wearing my 🇵🇸 🤍
Tying up loose ends🖤
They call this
An astronomical star map
I call it
My clown💜
“Friendship of five”, repeated K
“Being the light”, smiled Duckling
“Ended the blind rage”, winked Dog
“Of a tornado”, pointed Raven
“In S”, whispered Midnight
Connecting the dawn with the end♾
Of one Twilight
“Build a house…”
The echo said
And ‘believer brought to life few pyramids
Few manors
Leaving the other homeless
“Plant a tree…”
The echo said
And ‘believer designed few private parks, few private gardens
Cutting 120 million trees
Every Christmas
“Father a son”
The echo said
And ‘believer fathered few children
Few he adopted
Ignoring the rest
“Write a book, paint a masterpiece, compose a sonata, sculpture a wonder, do anything, just leave something behind, create a memory of yourself in the other…”
The echo said
And ‘fool did none of that
Understanding
The memory
🖤
Eye of the Darkness 