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I am not talking about people,
who sell their bodies. I am talking about
people, who smoke cigarettes in front of me
and who spit on the pavement next to me
when they're passing me by.
And about fake beggars, junkies, who stand around
watching me, my every step, observing
the mimics of my face, trying to find my weaknesses
and take advantage of them,
take me by surprise, corner me,
ask for a spare change,
when I am not prepared to ignore them.

No I am not talking aboutpeople,
who sleep with different men.
I am talking about people who don't mind
their own business, who sniff around,
trying to work out who, what, where and why.
I am talking about people who drive their cars
and beep on me when I cross the road,
they want me to walk faster, or maybe run.
They park their cars on the pavements,
in my way, and I have to
walk around.
They just don't care, they don't give a ****.

B*tches!

And it's not the loose people I am calling here out.
Magic carpet
made of the Autumn leaves
takes me up
high
to the place I would rather be.
Hey girl, take off the mask,
I want to see your face.
I want to see your smile,
I want to see your grace.

Take off those plastic gloves,
I want to touch your hands.
I want to feel your skin,
I want to feel it again.

They tell us what to do,
They tell us how to live.
They want us to obey,
they don't want us to be free.

But life is short, my dear,
much shorter than we think.
So please don't look away,
don't run away from me.

For life is short, my love,
much shorter than we think.
Tell me, are we born to be free,
or we're born to live in fear?

You've changed since the last time I saw you,
I can see it in your eyes.
Has anyone lately reminded you
how beautiful you are?

So please, take off the mask,
I want to see your face.
I want to see your smile,
I want to see your grace.

Take off those plastic gloves,
I want to touch your hands.
I want to feel your skin,
I want to feel it - again.
Peter Balkus Oct 15
I can't tell my heart what to do,
it won't listen to me, that's for sure.
It will do the opposite, true,
and it's me, who will look like a fool.

I can't tell my heart what to do,
since the first time I met you, I knew
that we can't be just friends, me and you.
But my heart wasn't sad, wasn't blue.

And I said to my heart: You are cruel!
and it smiled at me, smiled at you.
And I looked so helpless that night,
and you - you looked so beautiful.

I can't tell my heart what to do,
it knows best, it knows that I love you.
And it knows that I know that it knows.
Brain? Oh, brain. Brain has no say at all.
Peter Balkus Oct 10
Because the moon
and because the stars.

Because light matters
when it's dark.

Because they need
a bit of silence
to survive.
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Peter Balkus Oct 8
Autumn leaves
scattered under my feet
like wedding flowers.
Peter Balkus Sep 27
I overheard this whisper,
this gentle, peaceful chat:
Look, happiness is easy,
it's them, who make it hard
.
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