A perfect picture in the frame of life
And much more, that what you are
A perfect glimpse in the ocean of sound
A musical note in an effortless bound,
You are designed to create, always in motion
A blooming flower in this epic evolution
Wired to dream the path you create
Braded with the source that writes your fate
Painted in colors that you still can't see
But the universe speaks them you just be,
Fly like a dark swan over the snowy hills
Graceful and different, never fearful of any ills
Shine like the sweetness of a honey bee
Rise like the vapors from a cherry tree,
The speed of love is going to catch you
A wave of my heart will soon reach you
The organic human time-line I choose
You should too if you don't want to loose,
All tribulation will come to a fair end
Truth is a soldier that can never bend
Love is the language we should all speaks
And bring down all evil with a minor tweak.
Oct 20, 2023
Oct 20, 2023 at 11:14 PM UTC
I paint with my dreams, my canvas is the sky
I wish you were here to pick the colors this time!
Oct 20, 2023
Oct 20, 2023 at 11:44 AM UTC
freedom is within you, it's a divine sound
that gives wings to your soul, you don't have to hide
sheds the heart's heavy, so heavy pound,
love is within you and also outside
breaks all the rules and gives birth to the light
heals all the wounds, it's here on your side
takes care of it's children, helps win the last fight,
courage is your friend and peeks out from the dark,
embrace new beginnings with an open mind!
take two steps forward be strong and embark
the journey is waiting it's here and it's kind
the past is a lesson, a test that you passed
you worked on yourself and you'll never forget
what makes you a winner it's that you last
through all the hardships and all the sweat
you found a new time-line to follow now
one that beats the unseen pulse of who you are
one that paints you back in the colors that wow
sings odes to the highest, heals the last scar
one that flows with your inner rhythms
one that you can dance with, without interference
needs no guidance, no teaching, no algorithms
the creator has given you all of the clearance!
Oct 20, 2023
Oct 20, 2023 at 11:39 AM UTC
in the evenings, I watch sunsets from the porch of my sleeping house, how the sky divides into thousands of tones,
in the mornings, I feel the sun change the flowers of the field letting the light flow as long as it should,
dancing bees cut ways for those who do not know the meaning of life,
it is enough to look at them and the anxiety of our humanity disappears like a last dandelion blown by the innocence of a child,
freshly opened daisies lust in the morning dew, I smile good morning to my faithful friends who never betrayed me, the company of serene petals is all I need in these times lived in imaginary cages,
in the distance, in there are still voices shouting for freedom, then slowly get lost in the daily dust,
suddenly it strikes me a longing to live as before, to walk with my hot coffee on the paved streets, among the lost minds,
to look into unfamiliar eyes and touch familiar hands, to smile even when it hurts and when the night awakens to fall asleep with my thighs uncovered exhausted by the toil of a full day,
I look at my dry hands from too much gardening, I return to my much-loved present with lovely flowers, tall grasses that reach over my knees, with dreams hidden here and there when I blink…
May 12, 2021
May 12, 2021 at 3:29 PM UTC
I have carried the burden of love for so many generations, like a shabby coat blown by the wind, beaten by rains that suddenly appeared and then dried up again and so on...
When I found the sadness in your eyes, your soul rolled in my arms.
Since then I keep walking with my arms full and I can't find my place. Love has become even more torturous.
I'll talk to the stars about you!
Jan 18, 2021
Jan 18, 2021 at 6:57 AM UTC
The dust in the room rises in the morning light
It floats like butterflies learning to fly
The love of autumn is upon us
My favorite colors walk on leaves,
in parks, in the garden,
The last days of summer are reflected in your eyes
The trembling of the of grass in the thick fog shakes me,
Only a few days until the last flower will say goodbye
Towards his long sleep will head again
We are all getting ready!
The sun covers his face and smiles less often
A new season will lie in the welcoming souls again,
The long nights will be my creative muse
The silence of winter will rule the days
We are all getting ready!
But I wish the tinting in the trees not to perish
And today's green to last a moment longer
I wish I could wear the autumn sun like a cotton shirt
Which would love me until the end of February.
Sep 30, 2020
Sep 30, 2020 at 11:16 AM UTC
a fragile heart paints the stars
longing to light those nights
when thoughts run away from you,
they hide in colorful imagery
and then all together
form your portrait
with that fine smile
understood only by me,
your gaze is printed on me
like a tattoo
that I always feel after sunset,
sometimes it appears
all over my body,
sometimes just on my lips
and it burns,
I have received your kises from afar
I keep them for the empty days,
the immortality in us
makes me hope that
I will meet you in other lives,
love transcends the gates of time
the universe is a good friend
a guide to the path of fulfillment,
-------------------------------------------
you will meet me on a field of poppies chasing butterflies with a gentle soul,
maybe you'll wait for a flame
to burst out when you see me
to melt years of light gone by,
to melt the suffering of waiting,
you will only see a child
woven from flowers
every petal is yours now
to get drunk with their perfume.
Aug 22, 2020
Aug 22, 2020 at 9:54 AM UTC
if happy could talk
it would tell me
get out there get more sun,
run, ride your bike, fly
if happy could talk
it would tell me to smile, laugh, love,
pad your dog ten times a day
if happy could talk it would tell me
sing, sing, sing!
I am fully there when you sing
you were born to do this!
Feb 19, 2020
Feb 19, 2020 at 1:05 AM UTC
White for my best friend, that's you
Pink for the girlish smile that stole my heart
Yellow for all the mornings I woke up with you, and yes I know it's your favorite color
Red for the love of my life
Orange for all the golden moments we shared
Purple for even more color for the days to come!
Feb 17, 2020
Feb 17, 2020 at 1:00 AM UTC
how can we forgive ourselves for all the things we didn't do?
we lived with artificial feelings for so many untouched mornings,
without knowing who we are,
we used the word "I" many times, describing ourselves in many ways
all deceptive, half-truths
we are like a wax spilled on a half-burned candle,
a candle that really wanted to burn, but died out before it was born,
muted white flames fluttering have confessed silent desires,
if we could start over and remove the wax, dig deep, maybe we could light the quenching soul to find out its secrets
there is no empty soul only emptiness in the soul
unseen things are hidden there in the dense depths, forgotten, breathing more and more rarely,
they are butterflies of powders of hope which want to fly only once
how can we forgive ourselves for all the things we didn't do?
Dec 2, 2019
Dec 2, 2019 at 3:03 AM UTC