Monthly Archives: July 2015

Everything will be alright

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Don’t cry for me, my little girl.
For you alone my heart will swirl.
Take my hand and hold it tight.
Everything will be alright.

Don’t cry for me, my precious gem.
But If you do, I won’t condemn.
I stand beside you in this fight.
Everything will be alright.

Don’t cry for me, my lovely dove.
With you alone I am in love.
In your presence I take delight.
Everything then is alright.

Don’t cry for me, my sweet rose.
What future brings, no one knows.
Set these words before your sight.
Everything will be alright.

Don’t cry for me, my unknown friends.
This is not how my story ends.
Though shadows may appear tonight.
Everything will be alright.
*Painting – “Sylvester-Smiling” by Robert Henri, 1914.

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What this life appears to be

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What this life appears to be
is something strange it is not.
My eyes look out but do not see.
This wasted life is all I’ve got.

What I was one year ago
today I am not anymore.
All things are in flux and flow.
I have no roots, I have no core.

What were these nights before the dawn?
My darkest hours I spend in light.
All precious things have long been gone
I am asking now, is this alright?

What I am today is this –
an author of these boring songs.
Let me jump into abyss.
To no one else my soul belongs.

What has happened here before
these things were in flux and flow?
I am not the same anymore,
my soul has died long time ago.

*Painting – “A troubled soul” by Ferdinand Hodler.

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I wonder if I ever had known

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I wonder if I ever had known
how fragile is the hardest stone.
To wear and tear all things are prone.
So leave me now to die alone.

I wonder if I ever had a heart
to give away or to break apart.
Into the wind I throw my dart.
Where it lands, I care not a fart.

I wonder if I ever had a dream
to be a king and to reign supreme.
Twice I stepped into the same stream.
My life is not what it would seem.

I wonder if I ever had a soul
that I could neglect or control.
What does it matter, after all –
to see the parts but not the whole?

I wonder if I ever had a chance
to lag behind or to advance.
Under the open sky I live and dance,
I am awake and yet in trance.

*Painting – “The farmer” by Max Liebermann, 1894.

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Dear me, I know you understand

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Dear me, I know you understand
that I am not at your command.
Your orders will not be obeyed,
Your throne is lost, I am afraid.

Dear me, I know you feel
that no one steers the wheel.
Your soul runs its own course
with all its might and force.

Dear me, I know you comprehend
that I am not your trustful friend.
Your name is just an empty noise
that disturbs my mind and poise.

Dear me, I know you care
that I don’t fall into despair.
How quickly then this all would end
if I had not much time to spend.

Dear me, I know you understand.
You’ll never reach the promised land.
Life is small but death is grand.
Dear me, I know you understand.

*Painting – Self-Portrait by David Wilkie 

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My cheerful face seems very bleak ~ The one very bright collaboration

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Well… According to Wiio’s laws every next word in this headnote increases the risk of misinterpretation what I tried to say. Let me be terse. Let me present my new collaboration and my new fantastic partner.

Will Tigs, thank you! You gave me some really important lessons…
(Oh…. And now I will stop blabbing! Wiio’s laws are upon us!)

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yellow-face-female-face-1921 Yellow face (Female face), 1921. Kuzma Petrov-Vodkin

My cheerful face seems very bleak
and the hopes I have are hollow.
My mouth is dry and unable to speak.
I live my life in sorrow.

My instincts seem so synchronized,
yet my genitals are sterile.
My eyes are weak and hypnotized,
I spend my days in peril.

My death is near. I have gangrene.
Pray for me, you happy fools!
On you alone I vent my spleen,
Don’t play with edged tools.

My memoirs I now will edit
to spread…

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It is not hard

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It is not hard to write
something sweet and contrite.
From darkest corners comes this light.
It shines so powerful and bright.

It is not hard to believe
that all things you can achieve.
You have no right to grieve.
Don’t cry before you leave.

It is not hard to say
that everything is okay.
Let us walk our little way
and make the best of today.

It is not hard to embrace
the demons you have faced.
Show no fear or haste.
Your hopes are not misplaced.

It is not hard to sense
that life is so immense.
This sweetness of incense
keeps us in suspense.

*About the accompanying image for this poem

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The time has come

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The time has come to heal my wounds.
With joy and hope my soul abounds.
All fears and doubts have gone away.
My future life begins today.

The time has come to change this life
With chance and luck this world is rife.
Today I stand here and make a vow
to face my fears a day from now.

The time has come to end this farce.
In my depths the light is sparse.
Though darkness falls on all of us,
my dreams will never turn to dust.

The time has come to make things right,
to bring my secrets into the light.
I take this burden off my hands
as it is and as it stands.

The time has come to say goodbye,
I want to live and not to die.
My failures drive me back and forth.
Take my word for what it’s worth.

The time has come to face my fears,
to grab this life by its ears.
Now is the hour of my birth.
My Heaven is a place on Earth.

*About the accompanying image for this poem

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