I miss you
                                 I kiss you, too

thank you

for reminding me to be alone
the reason to be with you

a lovely place
of lovely memories
full of young future
and
furniture

these, why seasons are
so many
why (we) changing
way too often

stepping out in sandals
enter freezing blizzards
wearing scarf and mittens
get burned by melting hot

about to smell the scent of lillies
breath in troubled dust
rushing out to driest desert
my naked knees soak through mud

being seasoned seasoner
seems not help enough
forseeing unseen-able
ends up rough

these, our seasons
reckless in motion
thus locking us
in motionless loops

thank mindseasons
only
mindgardens
blossom

I've come
    to you
to meet
    myself

The picture de la France
roads were walked
lollipops were smiled

The fields of greens and yellow straw
gave ‘selves up to a breeze
that was not a breeze

The abandoned lawns, old military tent
how come they've become
a shelter for the hearts and hand

The painting of such vivid colours
a smell of french cousine
make the memories a lucid dream

The french flair - a mere coulisse
Où nous avons fixé un mur
et nous avons fait l'amour

Maite zaitut

Yes I’m a man, I checked it
the evidence is there

Still it does not really matter
what’s in your underwear

Quit playing the captivating pretty
you are way more than that

Underneath the nifty mask, the bait,
the shield it chokes to death

It’s a foolish trap of mating game
that´s gone terribly wrong

Know you are worth the gems inside of you
for those I crave and long

For what’s in your mind and bit behind
What’s there for us to share

There I find me, find you, the fields
I’ve seen once growing love with yields

Don’t get me wrong for having all this said
stll it’s rainbows unicorns

once bodies sing along,
surrendered free they become shared

I love nonsense,
especially when it makes sense.

Inhaled your bleeding coming out
the brave in black and white
that roughly occupied my brain

I wish you had never been
so quiet
but you were

Now glad to see you've walked
the path so long so far
today standing on your own

Still miles ahead to go
but you, girl, you will once
heal that **** and understand

married
on the floor

following
no lore

no-one and nothing
still worth more than more

a silent parade of rain
the rain of heaven

in the circle of
woven limbs

now all in,
and out on the limb

Will just
marries Lara

(everyday 
now on)

Uspal jsem roky
uspal jsem tmu

uspal jsem těla
zůstává mu


uspat
sebe


anebo, samo nebe
a samo nebo tebe

we run long miles
run them fast
to the point
pointless

we run north and south
wave the crowd
to show them
emptiness

we run west
believe in east
to believe in
fakeness

stop
take the peace in rest

why nobody’s taught us
the love we see is not a love?

why we are so keen on buying into
the love that’s a lie?

albeit love is, has wings,
is free and can fly

Hope the sound of crickets
resting near your head
won’t wake up the bed
or want it?

just to tell you
now looking for a name
to call the day
that went the distance of three

I felt I did
I felt I slept
and shined through
and walked right at

I lost my breath
subtle hurts underneath
around my head
and heartily heartened

found a friend in friends
so talking their strange lingos
made me see the closeness
in the foreign truth

that carries
the
travelers
through

on-times so unusual
coincidental timing
and all the gones
how me, my zones

being alone
so moving, so home
near others
sleepwalking lovers

nervous panics
wordy freaks
one sided
broken line

still don't know today
the name
of ******* scattered
day

thus this scattered fragments,
my scatterline,
I just want to whisper
to your resting mind

while still smelling you
on structures of my skin,
sound tenderly
the creaks of crickets!

I appreciate you share
can see what you can see
and maybe grasp your bits I dare

Yet got a dream, pics I foresee
about swimming, flowers
meanders and sea.

They are bold and they are bright
free to unfold for someone
who’s in need for some more light

look into my eyes
if you are close enough
you’ll see a rainbow
it’s little, but it’s there
it is yours

I've been occupied
seeking the meaning of life,

reading it was forty-five
now, it doesn't matter,

so bare is the matter
I don't count the stars,

not even the scars
anymore.

6am
an exquisite time for a funeral
loud tolls of the sun
fresh morning breeze
here to dry moist faces

6:01am
a great time to realize
you are a part of the scene
standing on the sloppy green
looking around all bewildering

6:02am
the time 2 min after seven, you get it
it’s you - the one to bear the sorrows
to mourn for the loss
to carry the weight in guts

6 something
now the time does not matter
it’s you - burying your friend
the misbehaving devils angel
since ever a part of your hell

6 sins
only he could play all in one shot
magic up 6 deadly joys
the sinner and saviour
your very rare self

6 days
or even less
you contemplated and found
you shared the wisdom writing
on matters of truth and true love

6 guys
of yours in the meanwhile,
bricking him up, behind the scene
shutting the shy but calling friend out
lying you’d better live without

and now

Your guys were actually You
the blind and dead stupid You
who murdered your buddy in his best age
and 6, .... now makes no sense

All you could do is
speak to the mirror
asking for nothing
or everything

Hoping to reflect back maybe
it was just a call of mercy,
unordinary protection drill
that no one’s dead, not yet

Please please, but maybe...
you just missed the moment
to lay humbly the bouquet down
to say to rest in peace

I don’t wanna be alone
wait for me
somewhere near the sheep

the sheep and her three
the sheep in the box
invisible to the eye

with love, unemphatically
in a good will shot
a headshot

hear me if survived
near, waiting there
dear, not to be alone

So many feet
above white
flair of the peaks

So many feet
close to witness the clouds
from side and above

And how come? Tired eyes?
Where my dear?
Where are those all-holding strings?

Smile, they are, though
to be seen thru hearts
in mirrors, from below

Cause strings is holding
holding is strings
holding just enough

Got so much strength
now only to
make for us

Make sweet and bit salty
meat pancakes
Only if I could

One hates oneself
for what
one has ever done

One hates oneself
for all
the never done

One even hates oneself
for fantasies
one might have not yet done

One hates oneself
for hating
all of it

But still calling it on
and on
unavoidably wanting it

The one is me
the one is you
come, break through

once I'd wanted bubbles
so I made them true

from within couldn't taste a lot
and so I tied my knot

void from unseen choices
alluded swiftly by a single trail



now things I find in you, so rare
I never thought were in the air

walking my eyes open wide
unrecognized was you, walkable buddy

for this path
a pink bubble bath



nobody seem to understand
I don't mind, it's our land

bunch of sober junkies
hanabi against death row

you eat it fast
I eat it slow

the world so big
overwhelmed of it
wanting to grasp a lot
be tangible part of it
makes me so petit
unable to change a bit

watching those
not only wanting or doing
but those
who have done
who have built
who have lived

seeing this all
you were born
to the wrong place
given no space
giving up the chance
to blossom in your way

I see you big
and followed
I see you walking steadily
people calling to you by name
**** if loved or hated
I see you black in colors

comes the time to change it?
I wish you cloud
I wish I could make you would
and would you make me could?
please grow for me
for you

I don’t want to want you,
but want you when I have you

I have you as I’ll never have you,
never have to have you

Want is no red lava
Have is no pink love

if I am a verse
you are a petter

if you are a line
I’m this letter

a sonet
of a non poet

for worse
and better

the Poem's Ark
sail us now!

oh these
unnecessary things
that has no meaning
or all the meaning
you make me do

Had had long paths
of sonnets

curvy roads
of thoughts

steep slopes
of doubts

a critical mass
of matters

reaching singularity
imploding to a dot

so I’ve kept with
bare trust
.

So many souls smile on me,
so many eyes look up on me,
those hands that hang on me
Why not me?

Want me to see going,
walking straight worth following,
moving presence, future doing
How can I?

Too much goodness
for you and everyone
turns to madness
for you my restless mind

Put me down
and stretch me in the line
Pick me up
the rope that you can climb