Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Your Beloved – Antagonist (With An Encore... in Bulgarian)

Turn around
And look into my eyes.
Now take my hand…

And take me to that ancient drinking hole 
That’s clinging to the cliffs over the black sea,
Where winds are licking
The dark waves with raging passion.

And leave me there
Drinking – to oblivion,
The wine so dark
Like venous blood is when it leaves the body.

As in the desert
I am dying camel thirsting…
Let me drink!
My thirst has no end.. and no beginning.

One last time – let me fuck
Like elephant bull in heavy musth.
To roar, to scream into orgasm
With eyes fixated in that bloated, crimson, savage moon.

And then,
When I fall down,
Like bull into arena, with a pierced heart –
You let my blood to slowly
Flow into the dust.

And like a burning candle at both ends –
You let me burn.
So you’ll forget me not,

And I’ll stay in you – Forever.

Encore... in Bulgarian

Твоя Любим – Антипод

Обърни се.  
Виж моите тъжни очи.
За ръката хавани ме.

Поведи ме към онази стар бар – 
над морето
вятърът дето страстно
ближе тъмни вълни.

Остави ме там
до забрава да пия 
като венозна кръв 
тъмно вино.

Като в пустиня
камила прежадняла 
да пия, защото моята жажда 
няма няма начало и няма край.

За последно да чукам
като разгонен слон.
Да крещя и да вия,
към дива, подута, червена луна.

И после нека – 
като падна, като на прободен във сърцето бик,
кръвта ми бавно да се смеси
със прахта – да изтече.

Като запалената свещ
от две страни ме остави
да изгоря.
За да ме има тукпри теб и за да ме помниш.

Thursday, July 11, 2013

Sad, Sleepy Clown

It is hurting
when I see you hurting…
when your gentle eyes
I see departing from you smile;

And when the sun morose 
is now departing,
when shone
so bright into the afternoon.

If I can not
go back in time
to make you smile,
can’t make the sun
come back to your street…

Then I am slightly lost,
as I have lost my entire purpose;
and I am lingering
from twilight into (yet) another one.

Now I could only put myself
(again) in trust of the wise Morpheus
and try to find a reason
in my dreams once more.

Monday, July 8, 2013

The Crash

The pilot
of the plain
is having seizure!

My life
is going down
to crash the ground!

A piercing alarm
into the cockpit
has locked my face
in dreadful mask.

The body
of the plain
is ghastly shaking.

The turbulence,
velocity –
ignite the brain.

There is a passenger
into the plane –
she’s shouting…

"I can not hear!
I don’t
understand…"

Then,
I’m hearing,
so loud and clear:

“It is all right” she says.
“Beyond the darkens –
there is a light!”

There comes the crash,
the flames,
destruction…

I'm just a shadow
in somebody else’s dream.

Separate Together

Listen to the girl  
who’s singing.
Softly by the window
in the summer haze.

Look into her eyes
and see the moonlight –
dancing slowly,
mesmerizing… in cadence.

Slightly sad –
the song is floating
and flies away
into the breeze.

The last couplet –
the song born, breathing –
the girl now silent,
full of hope.

With quiet pray
she sends her kisses,
along the vibrant,
loving song.

Somewhere,
in the middle of a desert,
a lonely boy
is smiling soft. 

Into his dreams
he is getting kisses. 
He hears 
the singing, praying girl.

Tranquil

Sharp small noise and
sudden movement!
Red, small shadow
catch my eyes.

I look down
from the horizon,
bring my mind
to here and now. 

A little face –
a buxom chipmunk,
is looking up
into my face.

A single moment
of fixation
we lock our eyes
then it moves on.

One second… two –
it took the creature
to unconcern itself
and vanish in the bush.

And now I’m back
to the horizon…
the sky, the universe,
the author of it all.

Now I can feel the pulse
of the little chipmunk,
adjoin my slowing one with

a racing little heart.  

Dreaded Lover Fridge

Bright, fried eggs
are  populating
in my brain the "normal" sky.

Sizzling pizza
(pepperoni)
covers the entire sun.

Love a meal is,
life is craving.  
Normalcy is but a choice.

Just five steps  
the fridge - my lover
waits to lights
my face again.

Love me not!
You cruel lover...
Can’t resist you –
never could.