A Good Luck Spell (For D.)

Wondering magic -

please come now to me.

In this life the good luck

I need now for me.

All heaven’s angles

I want now with me.

The dreams I am having -

they’ll grant them to me. 

United earth, fire

and water and wind -

give the desire

my heart wants for me.

Guardians of the land,

of the sun and the sea -

keep away harm

from my loved ones and me.

P.S.

Thank you for saving me! 

06/24/2012

Shadow (For I.)

When sad,

alone and broken hearted,

I walk into another dream.

The same old town,

another street side.

Again this blowing,

wistful wind.

With this cold wind,

there comes the shadow,

to overcome

my shadow still.

By now I know

this lonely shadow

is part of me

in dreams and out.

Sometimes we talk,

sometimes we whisper,

about the past

we both can't change.

“The memories are worse 

than bullets.”

I tell her slowly

how I feel.

And she agrees... And then, 
when living, she tells me

“ The loneliness

can kill you too.”

Life's Universal Wisdom

Did I misread

the life’s universal wisdom

somebody motley painted

on the concrete, wet, cracked wall?

Could I have spent

my life into a journey, 

following a prophet

who always was all wrong?

Sometimes,

when the rain is pouring,

I’m looking for an omen

in the hollow, weightless night.

Sometimes, 

when I am looking for a purpose,

the purpose’s looking

at me from behind.

And sometimes,

when everything has no meaning,

the shadows whisper

of the meaning of the life and of death.

Continuum

Walking slowly

down the hill –

the day is ready

for departure.

The empty street

that meets the beech,

is softly telling me

it’s story.

The sun is batting

now alone,

the people left

the beech already.

Will it tomorrow, when it’s born,

have memories

of the today

or visions of tomorrow?

Or is the memory

of this perfect day 
will be like words into the sand

that jealous ocean quickly swallows?

Eternal Beauty

                                                  (For Narcissus)

Narcissus came every morning

to a little, quiet lake.

Marveling his own beauty  

he was letting hours to pass by.

The gods got jealous and offended.

“Such beauty isn’t for this world”.

”He doesn’t pray and barely remembers

who gave to him this godly gift.”

“I’m absolutely gorgeous!”

one morning Narcissus yelled out.

His voice was still vibrating,

when he was drowning in the lake.

The gods had named,

as a reminder, a pretty flower after him.

And Narcissus is every flower

that never looks towards the gods.

“Narcissus, were art thou

dear Narcissus?”

the little lake was mourning

every day.

“You used to see him every morning”,

the sun once whispered to the lake.

“Was he so beautiful, so perfect,

as everyone was used to say?”

“Well, I haven’t really noticed”

the lake responded to the sun.

“Into his eyes - reflected,

I used to see how beautiful I am.” 

Delicate Disbalance

Where is that little path

that’s frivolously swinging

in the mountain in the dawn?

I can’t find it anymore.

Where are the bird songs

invocating memories

of time with no sins?

I can hear them no more.

Where the sun go?

From out the shadows

is the only light

that’s radiating.

From under a blanket of a cloud 
that is my time now

I neither sleep

nor I am awake.

Flamenco Tormento

Clap, clap, clap,

clap, clap, clap

palms clapping sharp,

shredding the night’s fabric.

Lash! Yellow light flash,

a guitar first burst.

The accords wild, loud –

rough, primal and violent.

Flash! The night’s first dance –

A woman’s mad trance.

A crimson gown long –

Flying in wild fire.

Her legs fly high,

her hands clap sharp.

The music’s her fight,

her torment, her life and her lover.