re-purposed-02.10.17

הילדה והעץ

*artwork- “a girl and a tree” by petra kaindel via saatchiart.com

 

my scrawny birch has had to shed her roots

in the unlit marshes of the blue-eyed country

she’s been re-purposed and now ages

on the bed rock

under oriental sun

disoriented and dazed

knowing no direction

(traditions, heirlooms, family tales)

de-forestation of my mental grove

is inescapably on

still, i don’t know

how to create future

 

 

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layered-4.10.10

*artwork-“smoke” by brigitte werner via pixabay.com

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for more than two hundred and seventy days
i pushed away, it was not easy.
funny it feels, the tips of stiff fingers tremble
and heart pounds so fast.
this face in front of me. still precious? or is it?
just impatience,
covered with thin layer of curiosity
covered with thick layer of urge to destroy.
everything’s so familiar
these feminine hands,
hiding behind ever present cigarette
and convenient smoke.
hello, roman.
i just wanted to say good-bye.
 

the vow-23.07.10

*artwork-“growth”, digital art by anastasiya malakhova

growth-anastasiya-malakhova

the moment you were gone
the voice of my mind was heard again.
so tiny and so weak, yet, it is here.
i’m thrilled to have it back,
to execute my grief
and comprehend its startling solace.

so many tears, i never knew i could,
but i do feel so much
i’m happy
to grow
and come across my brand new greenest leaves.
_____
the agent of a change,
no other choice for me.
i’ll hold that mirror, forever, if it takes
and when they’re ready-
i set them free to search.

_____
and you became so ripe, so willing to explore and face
your own incubus.
my VIP, now you begin your journey.
i will be out there.
just as you asked.
i’ll keep an eye on you,
won’t let you fade away.

jerusalem for fool-25.06.10

*artwork-by gary kaleda

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pure fantasy.
sunny winter days. my favorite.
ha!door opens and he brings the air in
for me to breath.
every time, virgin-like thrill
lusty love, lovely lust.
senses wide shut,
carefully covered
with precise amount of artificial sweetener.
yeah..well, the real is here ( or is he?)
morning coffee with silence OST
families, groceries. sink full of junk.

pretenders? or is it all that it takes?

i am unjust. the goodness is all over.
it’s only that… so difficult to let go
of imaginary passion,
for cosy warmth and promise(?)
of obscure togetherness.

hungry-02.03.10

*artwork-“Christina’s World” by Andrew Wyeth.

christinas-world

imagine metal lid over a deep hatch.
heavy. rusty. covered with dust. way out of use.

i tried my best to keep it closed
pushed with all the strength i had
and, boy, i may be strong with my eyes shut
but i received the permission, and i can not hold it anymore

__________________
it is free
and it is endless
and i don’t even understand what it feels like
to feel.