Delirium is sweet as honey
You are the victim of money
You paint your life on a paper
Yet everything becomes vapor
Heading on the road of youth
Is there a solution what soothes
Throught the fingers time melts
You are on your way, you knelt
The picture of Dali in your mind
The secret fortune, you must find
Hundred butterfiles are so brittle
Fortune is never firm, it is hidden
The flames are already engulfing
Now you must only confront it.

The waves talk to me
In the silky soft words
I feel you coming, your steps
Yet I see only footprints
And they do dissapear, soon.

The waves whisper to me
In the secret language
Of Latin or maybe Greek?
I can only make the difference
Between the words you tell me
Or make no difference at all.

The waves whisper
And you are gone.

Oh say to me, what are
Those things you grave
In this flaming world.
Is it love you still maintain
Amidst your broken heart
Or is it caring
Compassion for those
Poor creatures who have
Nothing but day and night
To linger through their life.
As you are always
Kind and mighty in deeds
To use your power to make
Good out of the ill.
Tell me what is it and I will
Grant you every fortune
I gather and all the love
I find in the hidden beauty
Of the woeful world
To make better of thyself and me
And give the rest to those in need.

I used to walk on the dreamy sand
Waiting for the blue ship to land
Confessions to myself, echoed back
From the night sea, a tremulant black

I gathered the foam, so lively, passionate
The red star observed me, was I fortunate
Night, spreading its arms, hugging the sun
For the last time, before everything is redone

I saw the stars
You saw the moon
the light was in between
but the darkness was too deep
so you became darkness
and left me heartless

The dew-washed sun
Sneaks out from the horizon
As a new day shows
Its joyful accomplishment

You sit on the rock
Of the moon kissed valley
Under the vast eternity
Accompanied by Anguish
And Sadness on your ohter side

The time when the bell rang hardly
Resonanting through your subtle heart
Breaking it fiercely apart.
The feeling of hurt and smell of blood
You desparately ask for the help of god.

Hearing the voice of destiny
Calling in whisper, swarming in shadow
You must rise again from the pain
Like a phoenix from the dust.

In the fresh fields and foggy nights
Putting the pieces together again
Like a never ending puzzle
The smallest fractions will always be lost.

Where are the helping hands,
Where is my host?

It is only you who can acknowlege
The true answer of all
The help, masterfully built
In both of your shoulders
Grasping the pieces
With your languid fingers.

There is hope in every fragment
There is power in thoughtful mind
The time when you step out from your cave
You realise you have only love, you hate in vain.

Striding thoughtfully for
destination to reach
assembling clever steps
always being close
but not approaching.

That is your horizon
with no end
that is your happiness
your path you transcend.
The closeness of reaching
and touching the bliss
proximity of arrival.

One night when being in a dream so sweet,
I heard my mind to call me visit,
I opened the door of my deep subconscious,
To catch the hidden love and beauty.
Oh what I saw and what I heard,
The masterpieces and lovely words,
They stood there sparkling, crystallised
Like pure diamonds on the door of Paradise.
So stunned and proud I digged more deep
Wordless beauty and shining rooms,
It came to me and astounded I was,
Oh, this precious Paradise lives in my senses.
There is so much unknown in the depth of life,
And yet every creature acquires that art in mind.
Do find the hidden treasures of love and beauty,
They will be there behind the valued door,
Waiting on the quiet till you reach the entrance,
And create a masterpiece which will live in history.

I followed your path
Through the winter wind
I stepped so bravely
Even if anymore I could not find.
I searched for the hint,
I waited in the blizzard storm,
I just begged you to inform,
That maybe it was not as I thought.
Now those days I spend sitting
On the windowsill and follow
The only shadow outside
Which is the Shadow of You.

One day. One night.
Pass by like the Northern Lights
One breath you take
Mesmerized by that mystic scatter.

One breath again
While tears fall in that abyss.
Why it is so dark down there?

The harmony of a violin
Is spreading its fair sound
Suddenly there is silence
And a snap of a broken string.

Yet nobody asked, how does it feel
When the strings of the soul cease.

The paradoxical thoughts
Which slip through my mind
Occasionally when I sit
Behind my table and look
At the words scribbled on the paper.
The words which do not
Make sense anymore
The words which drain my soul
The words which make me feel
Like I am a black hole
Amidst the gigantic universe.
These are the apothegem of Love
Which I wrote on the paper
Just to burn them again in the stove
And burn the memories of you
As if it was ever possible.

La roche qui s'attable à l'ombre
Dans le calme, dans la solitude,
Je m'imagine moi-même, pour un instant
Sur la roche qui s'appelle la solitude.

Cette roche, entouré de trois arbres,
Qui se balancent gracieusement
Comme ils juste regardent
En voudraient d'offrir de la companie,
Pour moi et pour cette roche.
Qui ne peut jamais offrir
Ni de l'amour ni de l'affection.

Juste une place,
Pour s'asseoir.

Mais ça suffit pour moi,
À l'ombre,
Une place sur cette roche,
Pour faire de la poésie
Avec plus de fantasie.

You shatter the windows
and hold your hands
under the falling pieces
of my cracked heart.

How does it feel to feel
the millions of fragments
from every unlike window
of the once glowed heart.

How does it feel to feel
the pieces glowing now
to look at the reflection
of past, present and love.

Dans les belles nuits sombres
Quand les pensées m’ont hantée
Je ne les peux jamais comprendre
Avant qui ils sont bien captivée

Les pensées si haute et grand
Entoure mon cœur tendre
Les petites doutes et offrandes
Qui mon âme de désir me rende

Les illusions, ceux qui existent
Ils sont doux, si trompeuses
Et pourtant je ne comprends pas
Pourquoi ils sont magnétiseuses.

Mes chères, édifiant rêveries
Qui me donne du chagrin, du mal
Mais sans qui je ne peux pas vivre
Les chimères, gentil et fantomal.

Where is love?
Where is compassion?
Where are those deepest feelings,
Of our human nature?
Which seem to have been captured,
By those who hate,
By those who ****,
By those who only live,
For the sake of an ideology,
Where there is no apology,
For those who truly suffer.
For those who try to make,
The world a better place
For those who do not hate
But bear the silent pain
Is it just all in vain?

Where, where is the love?
Where is tolerance?
Is there still a chance,
To change the sad world?
To remove the soul's pain
And all those ideas and beliefs
Which cleave and hurt us all
And bring no relief?

Where is this love...

The road in front of me
Extending. Diminishing.
Back and forth. But I walk.
I keep the balance. No talk.

Drops are falling through
The mirror. I see the face.
I ask silently. No words.
I answer silently. I break
Silently. It only hurts.

Sometimes it is hard
To understand a poet
The depth of his soul
To his heart.
The attempt to impel the thoughts
To take the form of the letters
Melting into words for lines
Which he can paint on the paper
And try to make sense
Of his smoldering feelings
Which are too complex
Even for his sophisticated nature
To make them intelligible.
Sometimes you have to decipher
The code of the hidden sensations
And liberate the poet to understand.

Shall this love only be my property
Acquired solely by my silly heart
Without, I will live in such poverty
I will be wrecked in this part.
Will this love only be my honor
Capturing pieces of my yearning soul
I see I can only be my wise doctor
And keep myself in dear control.

So shall this love flow
Staying together and slowly ageing
Shall it accomplish its wondrous growth
Before I feel the imminent fading.

What are words for me?
What is writing for me?

It is the freedom you see
When an imprisoned soul
Has freed itself
And flies completely free
Amongst the stars
Before again put into the cage
Of Life.

Confide in someone,
pour your heart
has so much power
as you are given
the honor to hold
somebody's soul
in your arms.

The blessing Sun
Sets behind the horizon
The high call of a swallow
Keeps the secrets of the skies
Down there is a windy forest
The perfect shadow for lost souls
Through the spring crops
Arranging the steps
Or hovering in dreams
The slender trees bend closer
To welcome the stranger
Another lost soul
Looking for the door
Of Purgatory?
Who brought you here?
At the door of Fairy Woods
The sweetest symphony
Lies within
You hear the songs of love
You hear the songs of beauty.
Before you stand again
In front of the rising Sun
And down there is a forest
So calm and silent
Perfect tranquility and peace
But still a fairy song in your ears
Echoes far, or in your mind.

The sweet tunes of the soul bells
Echo in the depth of eternity
Composing a divne symphony.

Light and darkness, hand in hand
Fight and subside on the quiet land.

Things I haven't told, maybe never will
Reside and smolder, in heart fulfilled.

The sweet tunes of your soul bells
They save you and bring you out of the hell.

I have a script painted in my heart
With black ink and gothic style
It is a passionate, fine art
Written with thoughts, so worthwhile.

It took me a while to wonder
And still it grasps every day
To think and linger
Between the life's eternity
In its mysterious way.

Every day there is something
To add more to the script
Every day is an art
Of living and surviving
In the depth.

All the time I take the pen
And practice the gothic font
It is a fine art, I am passionate
I do not let the ink to stain.

There is still so much to obtain.
Do not let the ink to stain.

I have to build a bridge
To reach from my heart
To yours.
But I'm not an engineer
Neither I'm an architect
That does not mean
I cannot do that.
Because I can build a bridge
As I have love
And I have power
And this bridge will never corrode
Neither it will never tremble
As love is greater
Than all the projects ever born.

When the moon shines at night
The one exhausting woeful fight
Starts amidst the heart of mine
Swirling in complete entwine.

Noone hears and noone listens
As the longing inside me hastens
In the soothing universe far away
Maybe I will find the perfect day.

Longing, missing, yearning
Waiting, the heart is burning
Forget, they say, escape, fight
But can I forget the moonlight?

Thought after thought
Striving through madness
Whisper of a night angel
Somewhere deep gladness
Gathering the unstable pieces
Of my enigmatic soul
Trying to fit the wonder puzzle
Such an insane parole
All those little memories
Coming like a series of film
Nothing will be lost in mind
There will be remedies
When the heart is longing
The time will be standing
Love is what heart strives
Because that is its belonging.
Lets type in the parole
And solve the enigmatic puzzle
There is just too much to wonder
Though all in the world is a whole.

O do say my love what shall I do without you,
How will I bare that agony once you are gone,
So as long as my eyes behold that gilding image
Of you being here. So long I want you to stay herein.
What shall I say without you as all my words
Become stuck in my heart, my quiet mouth
Would not let them out as it is too much in greif.
Do say my love, what becomes of me when you depart
Till that you should thoroughly consider my feelings
Before you do turn your back towards me. And pierce
My heart with your injurious parting. So wrecked
I would be, I still would have my love for thee.

Love is some kind of a sweet escape
Who steals a piece out of your heart
And gives it back in another shape
Which does not match the initial part

Love is some kind of a Greek goddess
Who comes on earth to please you
But leaves you no more and no less
Than a punishment to go through

Love is some kind of a tender butterfly
Always beautiful to behold and catch
But hard to keep it from flying away
Or easy to **** it with a flaming match

Love is the sweet escape from yourself
But nobody knows what love is itself

One night the wind walked
amid the silvery clouds
singing in choir with the stars
swaying the trees and marking
the love's path in the lunar gardens.

Transparent terrestrial plains
called the mountains to sing
while the snow slid larghetto
to trace the glazing route with love's
cabalistic path till the lunar gardens.

The sunrays flicker on earth
diving nimbly through trees
casting their light in search
of time and life they seize.

Down this alley of memory
leaves crunching in silence
I once wandered longingly
searching the soul's balance.

Collecting crumbled parts
where lies the spirit of a poet
the glowing, shivering heart
echoing in the eternal moment.

Mingled pain and pleasure,
I grasp the essence and harmony,
Of my heart´s  made subtle letters.
I breake a piece from the glass wall
Tossing it through the soul
And feeling it downstream
Through my crystallised vessels.

A glass wall of weakness
A glass wall of fear and madness.
A glass wall that is always there
Even if you hardly notice the presence.
I let the flow of the delicate words
Of the inner poem caress my soul
The inspirational power flooding in.

But the glass wall is ever so hard to break
So hard to step through for my own´s sake.
Is ever stronger when I feel the stress
Of the world´s burden and saddness.

Why I even let myself to be bothered?
Because I want to break through
The glass wall.

That is a dream.
For me as a woman.
For all of us.
A metaphor for our soul.

The river-clear poison
Tries to seize the mind.
I spread the wings wide apart
Before I cross the threshold, afar.

I feel only the warmth
Trying to see only the beauty
That is enough for me
To live in harmony.

I spread the wings, more and more
As my little soul is abel to reach
The happiness for me is here, in each
In the people's heart I live
I do not like to take, only give.

The poison is cold, yet it does not ****
There is nothing which can capture love
As it is the nectar and wisdom in all the hearts.

The strongest willpower
From the depth of the heart
Will hold walls more harder
Never missing soul's part.

It's easy to destroy
And easy to fall
Breaking the fragments
Haunting the phantoms
You want more, you want all.

There must be saddness
Covered in hope's gloden rag
Everywhere, isn´t there madness?
You can destroy me,
But you can never break,
My wall of will and hope.

A white tablecloth
shines brightly
in your empty eyes.

I call your name
But you don't hear.
You never heard.

I sit before the window
behind the wooden table
And look at the white
bright tablecloth.

There is only one
black hieroglyph
fallen from my heart
launched by my soul.

The brightness hurts
The sun burns my eyes
The hieroglyph melts
My heart freezes.
And you never saw.

The rigorous sublime waves
Bring ashore the lost memories
The emotions are yet in rage
When the heart demands
What the eye barely sees.

The blessed Sun is sinking into the sea
To recover again its surpassing charm
The wild thoughts in all those tainted schemes
Do not allow the sombre waves to calm.

I gather my memories all in one grasp
And place them behind the silver door
I would promise, that picture is the last
I must paint of you, the one that I adore.

Distant persisting fragments
endure unstirring in your heart
you pick them away piece by piece
yet every part is the same sharp
as as frosty wind on your cheeks.

I looked out in the humid
Mysterious night
On the moon which had scattered
Its fading light.

The stars were twingling
In the night´s quiet fog,
Beaming.
In my brittle far away soul
I see it.

The silvery stars
Are coming to greet me
The black gown of the night
Is steaming.

To close my eyes
No I do not dare
I will lose that moment
Of my soul´s deep stare.

Sometimes the wind blows too strongly,
Sometimes the mind flows too quickly,
Catching the wind is a challenge,
From fairytales and fantasy,
Catching the thoughts,
Is a pure nightmare.
So you become,
Bewildered.

What is Human?
What is You?
And what is I?
A bundle of feelings
A collection of emotions
A blend of worries.

It's all Human
Every single cell
Is living a delicate
Secret balance.

Living cells are the same
In every single one of us.
We try to live and be alive.

So why we make the world
A burden, a fear?
Why we make it hard to bear?

The beauty of living
Must be love.

Not hate.
Never hate.

As this will **** the living cell
And create an isolation wall
The universe does not welcome.
And we do not as well.

I swim in the dark space
between the stars and dust
trying to find the hidden grace
to choose is hard but you must

it's difficult without your shoes
to step on the broken fragments
of the shattered stars and planets

some of them shine bright
while others hide from the light
as the newborn flowers
which blossom at daylight
and close in the silence of night

cracks are in the universe
where flowers squeeze through
the seeds of the soul immerse
themselves in cosmos blue

and I wait until the ice melts
and gather the flowers in dust
to make them blossom in august

One glowing time at winter night
while the stars wait in silence
the poet thinks of wrong and right
craving for unknown guidance.

Standing on the edge of univesre
where is the place of existance
quiet drops of thought disperse
in the emptiness of persistance.

What one desires the uttermost
is different from a single favor
the vast boarder of the life's coast
surrounds the desparate engraver.

The poet is the masterpiece of art
the creator of emotion and beauty
the drop of saddness in the heart
the poet engraves the life in melody.

You take a step
to eternity.
I take seven steps
to reach your soul.
The seventh one
I fall
down your heart
into the depth
of your inner black hole.

Am I ever coming out?
Being never
the same
or in the same place
anymore.
Swallowed up
by the number of stars.
Seven stars.
Seven times.
Seventh is your love.

The moon is up, a mystery begins
And a nightingale spreads out his wings.
The ashen light
From the moon so bright
And darkened shadows
In the forest they gather.
The silhouettes are seen
But yet so concealed.
Sounds, so vague
Though they are not the same
As in a day.
The illuminated squares
Of the magic forest, shares
The wild beauty, yet so invisible.
You feel the dream of paradise;
The fragrance of the unfurled blossoms
And the sight of dispersed light,
Becoming unbeliavebly visible.
...why! It's just an illusion of perfection,
Showing up its starlight reflection.

Silver white stars
Glinting in blackness
Moving feebly
Back and forth

Do you hear the silence?
The blackness is
Suffocating the sounds
But the stars are still alive
Twinkling and illuminating
Giving the blackness
Millions of small specks
In the infinite universe.

There are no sounds out there
But there is light
Because there are stars
Which shine whether it is day or night.

Walking on the autumn leaves
The colors around me so blended
The fresh mist so humbly retrives
The memories which never ended.

The sea was begging you
while you did not listen
The sky was crying for you
while you looked away
The ocean was showing you
while you did not notice
but the trees were silent
while the whole nature
waited for you to ascent
your eyes, heart and mind.

Rain is flowing down the walls,
dripping on the marble stairs,
making music of the night echo,
the clouds fill the sky windows
soft curtains covering the world.

Clear mist is passing on the river,
hovering in the quiet moment,
coldness of the air caresses mildly
a space between the nature' s lungs,
the eyes of the universe are open.

Deep harmony penetrates the soul
of every creature listening deeply
how the world sings unceasingly
with its eternal beauty and peace
while the stars are dancing passim.