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22h · 36
#7
#7
I don't worship God
hidden in the sky.
I worship the Sky.
1d · 49
Perfect Life
My life is perfect,
it is only me who makes it flawed.
The desires I have,
I would be better off without them.
The things I want to own,
are the things I don't need.
I set traps for myself,
I make it all problematic,
stressful, disappointing.
I **** its beauty.
I fill it with nonsense.
I drag it, behind me,
like a dead body,
looking for a place
to get it dumped.
3d · 29
Democracy
Democracy has its price,
the question is can we afford it.
And even if we can,
is it actually worth it?
3d · 171
Hands of Time
Rivers run, poets rhyme,
Death turns back the hands of Time.

Flowers bloom and stars shine,
Death turns back the hands of Time.

Painters paint, and birds fly,
Death turns back the hands of Time.

Preachers preach, drunks drink wine,
Death turns back the hands of Time.
4d · 109
#6
#6
Luxuries.
Clean water.
Morning coffee.
Reading.
Writing.
Silence.
5d · 59
#5
#5
What is real anymore,
when the reality
becomes unreal?
5d · 55
#4
#4
Luxury
is something your life
would be miserable without.
5d · 66
#3
#3
How the king can help you,
if he doesn't even know
that you exist?
5d · 123
#2
#2
Don't open your mouth
amongst fools.
If you do,
they will make you one of them.
6d · 70
#1
#1
Don't watch the clouds,
watch the sky.
I give this advice
to myself.
6d · 53
***
***
Many people live
like if everything what they do
would have no consequences in the future.
6d · 134
Peace
Everyone needs Peace,
but not everyone has the courage
to admit it.
Mar 13 · 388
*** Wake Up
Piotr Balkus Mar 13
When I see a man
sitting in the corner of the street,
I say: Wake up! I know you can!
Don't waste your life on an unimportant things.
In the end, they will let you down.
Wake up, please!

And he looks at me in disbelieve.

When I see the youngsters
smoking **** in the park,
I say: It's time to wake up! It's the highest time!
Don't waste your life on an unimportant things.
In the end, they will let you down.

And they look at me like 'what the f*ck'.
Piotr Balkus Mar 12
I wish I could say what I think,
without hesitation, second thoughts.

I know we have freedom of speech,
but something makes me bite my tongue.

Wise men say silence is golden,
but dead men say silence is gross.

I wish I could say what I think.
I wonder how some would react.

I wonder whose face would grow scarlet,
and who would laugh in my face.

How much do I have to lose?
Shall I just say it out loud?

Or wait until they tape my mouth
and cut my tongue, close the case.

Oh, then it will be too late.
It will be a bit too late, I'm afraid.
Mar 11 · 234
Mouth
Piotr Balkus Mar 11
I always open my mouth
in a wrong time,
in a wrong place.

It is:
All the time. Everywhere.

It is that easy to offend someone
nowadays.
Mar 11 · 81
On Ignorance
Piotr Balkus Mar 11
It is not that hard
to ignore what you don't know.
Much harder is to ignore
what you know.

But it's worth it.
Mar 10 · 440
*** Middle Of March
Piotr Balkus Mar 10
Still cold outside,
so why are the birds singing
so joyfully, so loud?

Still freezing out there,
so why are the flowers blooming?
I don't understand.

The hope is still cursed,
so why am I writing this poem,
like it was my first?
Mar 7 · 219
Luke 23:34
Piotr Balkus Mar 7
Forgive yourself,
if you don't know what you're doing.
I'll forgive myself,
for I fear I'm the same.

No, it's not my fault,
I'm still crawling in the dark.
No, it's not you to blame,
if you haven't found the light yet.  

I would like to stay strong
on my desperate journey.
I hope Lord will forgive me
and will give me strength.

I would like to believe
that you too keep on searching.
And that one day we will meet
at the narrow gate.
Mar 7 · 416
Thank You
Piotr Balkus Mar 7
Before I say good night,
let me say Thank You.

Don't ask me for what.
Mar 6 · 88
Car
Piotr Balkus Mar 6
Car
You don't really need a car,
do you?
Mar 6 · 58
Freedom
Piotr Balkus Mar 6
Prisoners
know more about freedom
than us.
Mar 6 · 213
Desire
Piotr Balkus Mar 6
Desire to
desire less -
like fire,
which burns my flesh

and soul.
Mar 6 · 95
Meditation
Piotr Balkus Mar 6
Meditation
is the process of removing
goals.
Mar 6 · 158
Mind
Piotr Balkus Mar 6
Open to universe
limitless.
Rescues me
from nothingness.
Mar 5 · 102
*** We Clearly See
Piotr Balkus Mar 5
We clearly see the illusion of material things.
We simply choose to ignore it.

It doesn't matter how high we think of ourselves,
it matters who will pay for it.
Mar 5 · 122
Possessed
Piotr Balkus Mar 5
Many people today
are possessed with possessing.
How about you?
Mar 5 · 107
Friends
Piotr Balkus Mar 5
If you don't make friends,
you make enemies.
Mar 5 · 184
More Less
Piotr Balkus Mar 5
More you want,
less happy you are.

Less happy you are,
more you want.
Feb 22 · 226
*** Joy Of Missing Out
Piotr Balkus Feb 22
Joy of missing out
on social gatherings,
on another five o'clock,
awkward tea party,
morning coffee in a local church.

Joy of missing out
on a special offer,
Black Friday,
free entry rock concert in the park.
On meeting with a celebrity,
a pub crawl on a Saturday night.

Joy of missing out
on birthday celebration,
on Christmas dinner,
on holiday in Crete.
On football match,
on random date
with a random girl.
On a hotel room,
on a wedding, on a funeral,
and on see-you-soon.

Joy of missing out,
not fear, as we're told.
Joy of missing out
on time, which is always gone.

Unsurmountable joy!
Feb 21 · 121
Mrs. Death
Piotr Balkus Feb 21
She lives next door,
she never talks.
She never cooks.
She never has visitors.

She never comes out,
I only saw her once or twice,
not even sure if it was her.
Maybe she is hiding.
Maybe there is something I don't know.

She doesn't go to work,
I doubt she has a job.
How does she pay her rent?!
Or maybe there is something
I don't need to know.

She's doesn't make any noise,
she never gets on anyone's nerves,
no one ever complains on her.
And still she makes everyone around
move out.

Or maybe there is something
I don't want to know.
Feb 20 · 180
*** Too Late
Piotr Balkus Feb 20
Love doesn't exist,
until it comes.
Then is too late
to take anything back.

Too late
to leave the home
and hide
under the stone.
Feb 14 · 338
*** Dead Friend
Piotr Balkus Feb 14
I asked my dead friend:
'Have you been to Heaven?'
Of course! - he exclaimed!
Many times. And you? 'Never...'

'How was it?' Nothing special 
 - he was quick to admit.
Overpriced, tourists trap.
I prefer it here, where I live.
  

I asked: 'Are you serious?!'
He replied: Yes, my friend.

Then we went for a coffee.
It was a beautiful day.
Feb 13 · 204
*** God's Advocate
Piotr Balkus Feb 13
Maybe it wasn't him,
who was making decisions,
maybe he was just filling the orders
of his supervisors.
What if there was bigger God above him?

Maybe he didn't know about anything,
nobody briefed him
on what was going on down here.

Wha if he is innocent
and can't take the responsibility
for injustice and pain?

What if he never had the right
to an advocate?
Feb 9 · 242
Them & Me
Piotr Balkus Feb 9
They have children,
they have homes,
they have money,
they have jobs,
they have good cars,
and many more things they want to have.

I have paper and pen,
I have my poems,
that's enough.
Feb 9 · 535
*** Smile
Piotr Balkus Feb 9
Smile to yourself,
don't smile to others,
apart from children,
smile to them,
for they will appreciate it
and understand.
But don't smile to their mothers and fathers.
They will think you are weird.

Don't smile to strangers,
they will ignore you,
or will take it as your weakness
and will dare to approach you
and ask for money or a cigarette.

Smile to yourself,
to the face in the mirror,
you will feel safe,
you will feel like a winner!
Feb 8 · 253
*** Pompeian Sky
Piotr Balkus Feb 8
Every death is unexpected,
takes us always by surprise.
Darkness always falls so heavy
from the red Pompeian skies.
Never ready for her visit,
she will come to take your life.

Even if the holy fire
comes to wash your sins at night,
it will wake you up and frighten,
it will make you run for life.
Suddenly, without a warning,
all your dreams and hopes will die.

Young or old - it doesn't matter,
man or woman, noble, slave,
saints and sinners, bankers, poets
will end up in the same grave.
Our bones won't be discovered,
unless by an accident.

Everyone has the volcano,
sitting over their town.
One day it'll unleash inferno,
even when it's quiet now.
It will follow you, if happens
you decide to leave, move out.

Every death is unexpected,
takes us always by surprise.
Even if you say I'm ready,
you will run and try to hide.
But there will be no escape
from the red Pompeian sky.
Feb 7 · 360
Empire Within
Piotr Balkus Feb 7
Empires: they rise, then they fall,
nothing can't change their fate.
Even the Ancient Rome
ended in a pitiful grave.

Fools want to rule the world,
claiming the foreign lands,
but waves of time will destroy
the castles they build on sand.

And us - we can save ourselves
from architects of demise
and never give up - never fail,
but in spite of them - always rise!

And no one will take our home,
and no one will make us slaves,
for Freedom is in our souls,
and runs in our blood, our veins.

Let's build the Empire within,
the strongest country of all.
The island no tyrant will take,
no enemy will reach its shores.

No matter how much I have lost,
my head high I'll always hold.
For everything I need to be free
is here - in my heart, in my soul.
Jan 13 · 92
*** Words
Piotr Balkus Jan 13
You agree with me, saying
that I have taken them out of your mouth.
Yes, correct,
like literally.

I dared.

I'm not scared of the rain
and storms.
Yes, I am guilty of being a dreamer,
so what?
Oct 2023 · 267
Poet
Piotr Balkus Oct 2023
Just him
and his pen
against the whole
world.

He'll lose many
battles,
but he'll win

the war.
Aug 2019 · 2.0k
My Shadow
Piotr Balkus Aug 2019
My shadow
it wants to be me,
it's jealous,
can't walk and can't sleep.

It thinks
that I'm living a dream -
it would do anything
to be me!

Be careful
what you wish for
- I keep telling him.

And he is surprised,
he doesn't understand.

One day
we will swap fates anyway.
Aug 2019 · 584
The Gallery
Piotr Balkus Aug 2019
The gallery is closing soon,
hurry up,
don't say you will come
another time.

I bet you want to see "Sunflowers".
You say you can wait.

You can? Okay, but
what if they can't?
Written after my visit to The National Gallery in London.
Apr 2019 · 1.4k
The Day I Met Her
Piotr Balkus Apr 2019
The day I met her...
it was a sunny day.
No clouds on the sky,
no chill in the air,
and zero chance of rain.
Mar 2019 · 452
Sleeping With Ghosts
Piotr Balkus Mar 2019
They hold me tight,
they kiss my lips,
my eyes.

When it's time to wake up
they say: "Don't worry,
stay in bed.
Keep dreaming,
keep dreaming,
don't let anyone wake you up."
Inspired by song  Sleeping With Ghosts by Placebo
Mar 2019 · 369
Mother Earth
Piotr Balkus Mar 2019
The body I temporarily own,
I cherish and I adore -
it'll be taken from me,
I will become
free.

The eternity I crave,
my nothingness I try to escape -
she will offer the shelter for them.

To the mystery of life
she will find the clue,
and the child who will die in me,
in her belly will move.
Feb 2019 · 474
Only She Knows
Piotr Balkus Feb 2019
Only she knows
that I won't sleep tonight.
Only she knows
how beautiful is my life.
Only she knows
that love is on my mind.
Only she knows
that I will never die.

Only she knows
that sometimes I break and cry,
that I have demons
I'm fighting all my life.
Only she knows
how my lips shape the smile.

Only she knows
that I will never stop
being a company
for these who've died alone.
Only she knows
that I will always sing
the beautiful song
for those who have said "No",
when asked to go
and **** the ones they loved.
Only she knows
that I will sing them a song.

Only she knows
that death is not my foe.
That we see each other,
when cameras are off.
That we get close,
much closer that you think.
Only she knows,
for she knows everything.

Only she knows,
that I have million hearts,
and all of them
is cut and bleeding hard.
For all those murdered
in every stupid war.
Only she knows,
that love will **** the bombs.
Oct 2018 · 806
The Dead Soldier
Piotr Balkus Oct 2018
He is happy now
in a peaceful rest.
He fought for his country,
he did his best.

It wasn't easy life,
bed of thorns, no roses,
but he is smiling now,
whispering It was worthy.

He could've lived much longer
if didn't go to war,
he could've spent his days
in never-ending awes.

But he chose a different fate,
much different fate he chose.

Staring at the stars,
he is smiling now.

Knowing that his land
ain't a land of the chained,
he is full of joy
and young again.
Inspired by "The Great War Symphony - The Dead Soldier" by Patrick Hawes
Sep 2018 · 486
The Unfinished Life
Piotr Balkus Sep 2018
Sometimes I feel that when I was born,
someone else has ended their life unfinished,
cut too short.

I tried to turn it back, but it's really hard,
impossible in fact, to round it up and let it end,
it's too late now.

Sometimes it bothers me, it calls from within,
the unfinished life of someone
before me.
Aug 2018 · 1.7k
Her Soul
Piotr Balkus Aug 2018
Her soul is a church
I hide from the noise.
Her soul is my shelter
I hide there from the bombs.

Her soul is my heaven
I dream of - in Hell.
When I fell asleep
her soul is a bell.

Her soul is a book
I read to be wise.  
Her soul is my Hello,
which mutes my goodbyes.
Jun 2018 · 374
Witch
Piotr Balkus Jun 2018
Once upon a time there was a witch.
She was very rich. And she loved to preach,
tell others what is what and which is which.
But nothing for her was going without a hitch.
She feared that she can be ditched
by other witches, laughing at her in stitches.

Some people hated her and called her a *****,
she was doing everything to stay strong, but each
day for her was an unexpected glitch
and one day her luck has falled out of her reach.
Apr 2018 · 666
Rachmaninov
Piotr Balkus Apr 2018

Radio
was playing Piano Concerto
by Sergei Rachmaninov,
and I felt like passion and love
were filling my heart.

My heart is like a dove.
And I'm off,
I'm off to Paradise.

And it can rain
and it can snow,
and Fate
can tumble the dice.
Nothing can stop me now,
on my way
on my way to Paradise.
(Inspired by Piano Concerto No.2 in C minor Opus 18 by Sergei Rachmaninov, played on Classic FM)
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