Nusho,
You are with me, and I am with you all the time.
I wonder if I hear your silent screams sometimes,
as Im missing you permanently, and on this thick line of missing you, there are bumps, sudden and intense, and I wonder, is it you calling?. Do you hear me too, when my everyday reality crashes because my whole me is calling you, whole me is protesting against this distance which is about to get bigger and that monster continent is going to swallow you …. and life is whispering… “see? you are still loosing her….”
No, not loosing you ….. and you shush life!
We cant loose each other, we have the compass for the journey
So if you have bad day next time, it might be us in connection, and us calling each other, to be there, somewhere anywhere. Know that it is connecting us, because you call me and I call you…
aaaahaaa i could write all my outcries here now, as you wont see them
it will be hanging half way, never reaching you, like me myself
crying inside, I can feel it, my soul is crying
all these emotions
like a flame
in colours
in motion
in dance
for you
for you
burning, like today
burning up high
so high and fast
wanting to grab you and own you
yet restraining myself from doing so
because turning off the control tower….is dangerously dangerous
heartbeat in ultraviolet frequency
im in your tractor beam, body and soul, soul wanting yours, body wanting yours
what more is there for two beings
my outcries will be here
my thoughts will end up clogging this channel
my chaotic thoughts could be dumped right here
and teams will crush shortly
tabu thoughts
tabu pictures
tabu you
how is it to walk with you freely through streets, freely in the wide world
just live
and come back to you everyday
how is it to have that dream
to have you next to me everyday
see your eyes everyday
would we become ordinary to each other?
would we become weary of each other?
I find every day fascinating now,
there is something exciting every day
us is part of everyday
there is no day i would not think about us
or dream about us one way or the other
we had to meet
and i suspect my whole fascination about NZ since i can remember was not coincidence
we met, and collided
i need to stop
but where else do i outpour this waterfall
this high tide
this rock crashing waves of my soul
Today, your image is with me more vividly, because of yesterday
last night I got ambushed by panic
so strong and cruel, the thoughts found way into me
“she is leaving!!”
i had to fight so hard not to crumble like a cookie
Im gonna miss you Manognya
awefully and painfully
over and over again
and life is going to be as it was from 2020
skies darker
this city nothing but silhouettes
and you, somewhere on this planet, same time, different space
same planet though
at least
I had to die to see things from different angle
I was dead, it seemed
and when you reach out
it was like a miracle
like a mystery, reality and dream together
you reached out, and you always did
and from that point on
very slowly
something was changing
Im sitting here yet not here
Im eating, yet starwing
im talking, yet silent
im silent, yet screaming
where is some logic in this
If we could have one day in a year for us
far from everything else
just one day in a year
we would be together lets say 30 days (and nights^^)
thats not enough, however not bad either
comparing to zero
sigh
see I can outpour it here only
your eyes, deep dark eyes
which I see in dreams
could leak
so lets catch up one day in a year somewhere
my goodness
the day thirty, can you imagine?
wrinkly face, wrinkly *** yet looking in your eyes I would see you
the true you
I would not see anything else
just you and your cheeky look
when you start
u dont know I was commando yesterday
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Aug 16, 2024
Aug 16, 2024 at 4:21 PM UTC
lucky that I cant imagine how hard will it get without you, again,
I have a glimpse …a hint.
In the past I lived with a feeling that somewhere in this city, is you, each morning I went up the hill, and before going to the tunnel, I could say “good morning, I miss you” as you were just there, behind the motorway.
Then at nights I would look out and send messages through the reflections in rain drops, finding imaginary way for light ray to reach you… as you were somewhere there…:still chance , although small, to see you, somewhere in this city…..
Subconscious thoughts, now surfacing, as the monster continent approaching to swallow you too, and not to give you back.
That monster ….
Jul 31, 2024
Jul 31, 2024 at 11:21 PM UTC
Jsem **** poušť
Ty pouštní duna má
jsem kytara
a Ty jsi struna mezi strunama
jsem divný divák
který se nedívá
jsem napnutý luk
a Ty jsi má tětiva
posledním slokám které znám
dám na zem spadnout s hlavou chladnou
bez básní můžu zavřít krám
bez veršů všechny lásky zvadnou
jsem řeka
a Ty té řeky pramínek
jsi prak
a já jsem Tvůj kamínek
jsem kruté moře
Ty mořské pobřeží
jsem hrozná válka
ty jsi mé příměří
posledním slokám které znám
dám na zem spadnout s hlavou chladnou
bez básní můžu zavřít krám
bez veršů všechny lásky zvadnou
Autor: Ladislav Pecháček
Jun 30, 2024
Jun 30, 2024 at 4:14 AM UTC
Také o Tobě sním
a pokaždé mi zůstane
vůně tvé blízkosti
stesk a šepot duše
touha…..
když se probudím
koryta řek mají břehy podemleté bouří
Sním o Tobě a Tvé blízkosti…
“Tvá blízkost….”
Kolik toho obsahují jen ta dvě slova…..
“Blízko Tebe…..”
nezměrné dálky a volání
“Jsi blízko…..”
Žiji tady a teď
“Mám Tě…..”
Čas ani prostor není
“Jsem s Tebou”
Něco hluboko však tuší
“Zůstaň ještě…..”
a Ty ?
musíš jít, protože…
byl to jen sen
sen o Tvé blízkosti
Jan 22, 2024
Jan 22, 2024 at 7:55 PM UTC
It's a surface of the ocean, seemingly quiet, but crashing against the shores ripping hard rocks apart
it is a traveller taking a deep breath as he walks through his home village returning after many many years
It's unheard cry of a colourful leaf falling from its sun-drenched tree into the untamed river, which carries it towards the dark horizon
It's breath of a wolf, after a wild hunt across a forest, with teeth against neck of a deer which loves him!
It's a rumble of thunder! and raindrops falling on molten lava
It's a room painted with graffiti, smashed into the last chair, the last glass, where a breathless heart stands with a frantic expression and laughs crazily!
It's a mute person's hand in boiling water!
It's a white snowflake falling silently in a forest on a dark night.
A song rising up from blue depths.
It's cry of the soul, the cry and desire, the cry and the desire,
you and desire!
It's a fist fight of tears and lips.
It's the love of fire and water.
It is the despair which I cannot live without.
Nov 3, 2021
Nov 3, 2021 at 5:35 PM UTC
I’ll have to cancel the phone call scheduled for july 2045,
and this should be my last drink,
last breath,
last thought,
last heart beat,
last ironic smile,
last step,
last sight of colors somewhere distant,
before my next life,
as the shadows set in,
the beast awakens,
and takes over,
so I will get up tomorrow,
and Earth still spinning,
I will get up,
and find darkness winning,
lol, I should not drink anymore
but it numbs the pain,
for now, until the sunrise,
and then the terrifying day comes,
one after another,
without a hope,
....
so im signing off
I love you.
Nov 21, 2020
Nov 21, 2020 at 4:21 AM UTC
now and for ever being tricked by my own mind,
as if the soul is trying to ease the agony
when I see your face in other people, I see your walk, I see your clothes.."That person overthere, it's her!...That car..it's hers!...that phone blip...it's her!..."..my mind can be cruel...but that's not the worst....the worst is ..it is not getting better with time
Sep 20, 2020
Sep 20, 2020 at 4:39 PM UTC
“the sky is still blue...”
no, the sky appears to have blue color
Sep 19, 2020
Sep 19, 2020 at 5:47 PM UTC
It's a surface of the ocean, seemingly quiet, but crashing against the shores ripping hard rocks apart
it is a traveller taking a deep breath as he walks through his home village returning after many many years
It's the unheard cry of a colourful leaf falling from its sun-drenched tree into the untamed river, which carries it to the dark clouds
It's wolf breath, leaning over neck of a dear who loves him, after a wild hunt across the forest!
It's a rumble of thunder! and raindrops falling on molten lava
It's a room painted with graffiti, smashed into the last chair, the last glass, where a breathless heart stands with a frantic expression and laughs crazily!
It's a mute person's hand in boiling water!
It's a white snowflake falling silently in the forest on a dark night.
A song rising up from the blue depths.
It's the cry of the soul, the cry and desire, the cry and the desire,
you and desire!
It's a fist fight of tears and lips.
It's the love of fire and water.
It is despair without which I cannot live.
Jun 14, 2019
Jun 14, 2019 at 7:14 AM UTC