Sun on Adriatic
Day of Resurrection
City scent
Carried by movement
of cars
Sambucus blooming
Overwhelming sweetness
Moment of sweet pleasure
On road of life
Olive tree and its shade
feeds from sun
Taste of imagined fig in mouth
Deep breath
Surprise of pink rose
Steps in land of day
Spring day on Adriatic
Scent of pine trees flows
gently touching
fragments of mind
Silver gold sun vibrates
through woods
Rays of warmth
Touching my face
Poetry flows
Like small stream
Slow, Infinite
Unexpected
Lady sings
In distant language
Gray hand of depression
probes walls of mind
Scars of heart react
Pain
Warmth
Mind radiates with
picture of distant smile
Fear
Pain of unknown
Fear of fear
Walking in direction of sun
Wind touching skin
Pain, Sweat combined
Step by step
On stone road
Inner fight
For distant smile
Thank you they Lord
for that little spark
Spark on way to
Distant smile
Beyond clouds
In heart of void
Lady smiles
Smile of
Love and compassion
Remembrancer of
warm spring
gentle hug of moon lady
Moment of peace
In cold night
Room of stone
Spark of peace
Sleep
No mater how much you try work on do any other action,
dont you feel without hope it doesn’t have any meaning, feeling like you succumb to void.
Then again if you dont take action hope alone dosent lead you any way, it only serves to lead you in inaction and false sense of security.
So hope like all is sword with two sides my dear friend, but you probably know that.
There is no Sun as will
and yet
There is no Stars as hope
on shores of infinity
you will sleep
may Will and hope
be your source
Blossom is late
Space is taken
Scent is beautiful
End of day
Call of bed
Night till day
night silence
while walking
thought streets
my city in wet darkness
rising head to sky
young moon fights
with clouds
passing golden gate
finally some people
in this lonely city
step by step
road continues
i start to notice
street lights
unfinished poem ..
Red Hero
walking troughs streets of red hero
people of different faces flow thought
river of unknown flows
on cold winter night
unknown smells on streets of hero
new porsche passes by
driven by gold youth
other side of road
children selling cheep things
rivers of smartphone zombies flow
on roads of red hero
walking forward
parliament square
clean stones
on building
clean square
flag of republic
flows on wind
beyond square
mosaic of rich and poor
they told us democracy
makes all free
now we carry shackles of mortgage
from birth
and we tell our self we are free
on streets of red
outskirts of hero
infinity of poor
simple houses
feeling of peace
warmth of yurt
on sand of Gobi
nature return us
to simplicity of old
shepherd uses mobile phone
all is changes for better or worse
dust of Gobi moves
under statue of great Khan
red hero is changing