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Friday 28 November 2014

Poem: Simmering warmth

when did it become so hard to look at things
with innocent eyes of a child?
now you realize that growing up was more
harmful than they would dare admit to you
blaming won't bring forth
any new paths for us to walk on
trusting in blind faith that the same choices
will bring new results is utopic
where do you find your haven
when you get scared to look inside of yourself?
as if you've become just a basket
for other peoples' instructions and opinions
it only works if it matters to you
million bulbs in the eyes turn on
when we speak of something
we're passionate about
whole night sky can be captured
in those moments when
we never felt more alive
inside it simmers
as if out of nothing it gives
no matter how cold it may get
no matter how the wind may roar
there's a warmth inside spreading
like electricity through our bodies
and it usually sparks just when you've
almost already given up
the most rewarding thing about it is
that it can be shared
and then it can spread like wild fire
and feels twice as good
*

Thursday 27 November 2014

Poem: Silence has its ending



the times are bleak, cold and always passing
yet sunlight comes creeping in
putting a light on the dust settled on the wings
of ideas you shaped, but never kept the fire burning
your body transformed into that one of a tin man
and now you know how it feels to bleed rust
the seeds you water will sprout
every leaf has possibilities and a purpose
even after it dies away
it merges with the soil and feeds
the new ones, preparing to bloom
every waiting, like silence, has its ending
*

Monday 10 November 2014

Poem: Determination

a discouraging thought of possibility
of adapting someone elses' mask
has you running always
away or towards
staying would mean deterioration
in a forest covered with snow
feet stride with determination
your blood is your own
names we cling to
as a definition of ourselves
as if they can explain the value
of our existence


Saturday 1 November 2014

Poem: Speak in silence




buried in uncertainty
times of loss have made us question
when and if ever this road will flow more surely
as if a stream without water
as if veins without blood
this too will pass
a test 
                of how good a driver you are 
                in picking up pieces of your life
you're supposed to live through
decisions are hard to make
only when they matter
when shadows rise above our heads
we all change our faces
our bruises and wounds
are the colours that shine
through our smiles

Sunday 28 September 2014

Poem: Autumn in Madeira

Autumn in Madeira by Jacek Yerka
when autumn wind blows
and brings with it that familiar scent
I pack my bags and move to my tree house
in the shelter of tree trunks I create
a village where my soul becomes alive again
I put my thoughts on the leaves
and watch them disappear
for everything that is, perishes
I know the world to be written in tragedies
but beauty of life shines through them
in all the seconds we get
we can guess which one will be our last
which one will bring change
and in which one we will get lost
but in one second your life can pass you by
and it's up to you what you made out of it
divide your days into the things
your heart believes in
and observe it grow
*
Written for Mag #239