LIZARD'S CREATURE

If there is somewhere you can remain
Let it be me
Reincarnation of Lovely Brain
Silent extension of screaming Art
Cause You still are
And there's your finger in the rain
Falling on me like Blood of God
Creating me
Who'd make you proud
Covered with inspiration stains
Wherever you
If somewhere still
Within me you'll remain...

TINTED

Maybe I'm done with words?
Finished?
Trying to sort myself
And those Inner Worlds out
With the silent help of water paint and brush...

TO DAY

To chose
Even better than to be chosen
Sometimes
When the power
Of giving is given to us
We make a step
Into a chill water
To warm it up
Or look in the skies
Lying on the grass
To become a link between Heaven and Earth
We do wake up to make the day...

INVOCATION

Saint Bibiana
Pray for Us
For we really like to drink...

INSOMNIAC

Loud on the inside
I became
Outside turned silent
Reversed
It just awaits
The time is dead
There's no one to blame
For the insomnia
Squatted down under the bed
Those lips on the pillow they did not invite
Neither did I...
I'm not exposed to lullabies
Or goodnights in my ear
The fear eats them alive
Times are the bottles
That just passed
They stick to eyelashes
Make me blind
And I can't see the night

PMS

Soft cells
Inside the brain
Cumulate

They change my life into colorless yells
and quiet images
Dim as they are
Shut in the cube
of moods
With no light

Six walls
and I...

RED

Colours
Like obtrusive
Vapours of burnt incenses

Centuries of tinted scents
Stroll haughtily through
Cities of blame

My own shadow is red
Eats my personality
Instead myself
I am a scarlet stain

APATHY

Empty
Cups of my hands
Anything I might have had
Leaked between my fingers
Before I caught
The breath

My hairs are still long
And living their own life
Despite mine
Entangled around my neck
They are a threat

I walk in rhymes
Walking the lines
Of words

Fingers draw my thoughts over the air
My toes utter them
Inside a shoe
Blue…
(And suede
I would swear)

My handbag – The Collected Moods and
Snatched Rubbish–Poems
Of words that I’ve borrowed

There are Perfumes
With long-lasting scent of Beliefs
Yesterday’s pictures
Clovers with fourth leaf attached
As such
And Prayers for Tomorrow

Golden Fishes
Suffocated with my listless views
That they’d swallowed...

DEPICTED

I've run out of words

Artisticaly finished

Trying to draw

My soul pours out

On the sheet

Indefinite stains
Depicting whatever remains within...

FLEURIE

Dying Spirits become born again
In the tube of bath
By Them embraced
Me, lying
Drying the goblet’s edge
Touching aromas of brains
Prolific as such
Snatched – I paint them conscious
Matched - I lock in the drawer
Touched – I forget them living
And underneath my tongue
Feast of the Beast still lingers
The Inner Worlds
Ruled by their own laws
Savage structures greedily breathing
Wines bleed lips
Claret-dyed blood dribbles thick
Dragon squats upon my wrist…