Arete,
A mountain’s peak.
The image upon which
my gaze is laid.
Your hats are sharp, lopsided.
Connections undivided
as if the edges are the spilth
of what’s originally planned:
generic blueprint of it all
known only to eyes
And ears that are open.
Arete, stay there.
Cleanse their sight
Dispelling clouds of doubts.
Reveal the entry left behind
the unimaginable youth and
bring us to a higher truth.
Jan 16, 2021
Jan 16, 2021 at 7:16 AM UTC
There once lived a boy
Who lived on a farm.
He spent every day
Taking care of barn.
He walked many miles,
At times when he could.
To go see sometimes
A girl that he loved.
He'd bring her flowers
That he picked himself,
His soul felt aroused
At sight of her face.
Long after some hours
They'd go for a walk.
There was an old tower
On top of the rock.
They'd get there by dawn
And celebrate life,
And bound to grow
Was mutual love.
This tale is as simple
As wind that blows high,
Or indigo ripple
On lake before night.
Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 2:35 PM UTC
The silhouettes of flying clouds
Remind me of forgotten tales,
The memories of broken vows
And loud random passing trains.
And where do they flow today?
Forgetting sense of time and purpose.
Or is it that they run away?
From current state of common chaos.
Fly away, oh, fly away.
But your shadows will remain,
Always showing me the way
Under sunshine or in rain.
And at horizon delivered
twilight,
I see white clouds coming back.
At times when it's neither day
nor night.
Enshrouding my floating being
With light.
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 12:56 PM UTC
That moment
When all falls
Into perfect place
And stars align
In certain matter.
I wish of happiness,
My lovely friend
And welcome guidance
By returning debt.
I feel emotions,
Shooting through my brain.
Complete devotion
Of a mindful strength.
And mind with body,
Paralleled,
By force unknown.
Together strong,
Separate,
No longer grow.
Long distances,
If looked upon from space,
No longer long,
Good riddance!
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 5:29 PM UTC
Sometimes I really wonder,
What would it be like,
To be like a thunder,
Always ready to strike.
And yet there are days,
Whit this simple blue sky.
And warm sunny rays,
That make me wanna fly.
There are also some nights,
When stars seem like flakes,
And moon slowly glides
Upon reflection in lake.
Beauty really has no limits,
Every given present time,
There's always chance to seize it,
Words like thunder, strike with rhyme.
All I see is nights follow days,
Or the other way around.
We are dust in the space,
In the train, Nowhere-bound.
Jan 31, 2018
Jan 31, 2018 at 1:34 AM UTC
Tic tac, tic tac, tic tac,
It’s the sound I hear at night
Of a clock that’s up to brag
Of it’s skill to move the time.
Tic tac, tic tac, tic tac,
Every second in the dark
Leaves inevitable mark
On a heart that stopped to hark.
Tic tac, tic tac, tic tac,
Even candles know the tact,
For I see it’s burning tongues,
Kissing air in the glass.
Tic tac, tic tac, tic tac,
Coexisting dark and light,
Moving arrow never stops,
Serving purpose of a guide.
Tic tac, tic tac, tic tac,
I hear you whisking into night,
Sleepless, one and only clock,
Softly bragging in the dark.
Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 5:57 AM UTC
A traveler's best worst friend, -
A path paved with round questions.
Endeavor worth of an attempt,
To dive without hesitations.
Crawling doubts went to the dickens,
For today he made up a draft.
Only maybe his thoughtful believing,
The onliest gift that he ever got.
New ideas got their innings,
They are better than before.
Many choices to begin with,
Does he know what they are for?
Mindful state eventually is winning,
And seeker ends up being a paver.
He knows the end is only a beginning,
And road he built will lay forever.
Jan 28, 2018
Jan 28, 2018 at 3:38 PM UTC
I remember the time,
When I was so fright less,
I committed small crimes
And broke into gardens.
I sat on the station
And watched trains that pass by,
And party's duration
Was not on my mind.
I remember your smile
And emotions it brought.
What a beautiful time
To be living abroad.
There's always a light
At the end of each way.
I am doing alright.
Shall you ask me again.
Oh, things I remember!
At the end of the day,
Only few of them matter.
What else can I say
Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 2:28 PM UTC
The memories have power,
In them I see the light,
It takes me to the tower
Of self-esteem and fight.
And it goes on forever,
And I don't think it stops,
It makes my guts rebellious,
It drizzles heavy drops.
It's sister, beautiful time,
Is trickier and stronger,
Ridiculously fast sometimes,
But happy days feel longer.
Together, they are fearless,
The game they play is tough,
The memories are timeless,
And time is all I have.
There isn't really much to say
On things that I have mentioned.
I'm gonna go enjoy today
The moments I'll remember.
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 4:28 PM UTC
It’s funny how you find
When you decide to never search,
Or lose while holding tight,
Heart shook and hands all scorched.
The only way up is down,
The only way down is up,
Fortune’s unfortunate frowns
Contiguous to sudden luck.
Ten thousand strings of entries,
Shaped into millennial gaps,
Glass is half full or half empty,
It all comes down to that crap.
Realities of dual nature
Against the stream of real dreams,
My personal
Coincidental future,
It’s what it is, not what it seems
Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 9:08 PM UTC