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ovladatelnost
ohavnosti
nad
ohavnost
ovladatelnosti
-Nutná perspektiva společnosti může přehlédnout
jenom to bližší a nejbližší- F. Nietzsche
Love to death
(&)
not a bit less

Live to love
(&)
gather faithfulness
remember  when we were young?

i was a baby mammoth
and you were a giant squid;
at first we ignored
each other in the classroom
but paid close attention
to our awkward body language
by the parking lot
next to the jungle gym

you were just one syllable
and i was an entire conversation
the subject somehow landed
on the preservation of science
and the fall of religion

your eyes lit up when i said
i was single because you
were in a long term relationship

said it was perfect timing
because you were ready
for marriage

i scoffed at the idea
with my legs trembling
inside the mouth
of quicksand

you pulled me up,
told me not to worry
and reminded me
that the ending
was all part of the plan

my ***** swam like
a swarm of insects
into your gaping
wound; spilling
over the sides
of the womb
causing your eyes
to roll back;
you moaned
you were
ready to come
soon

we came to,
as two;
our bodies intertwined
under the gapped-
tooth moonlight
smile

this was our crime,
we were young at the time

now here we are,
older than life permits
the body to exist;

i admit, i wouldn't
want to share this
moment with anyone
other than you,

my feline friend
Falling star knocked the moon out of her course. There were floods and droughts. Somewhere above our hearts the sky was burning. We were helpless while universe watched. But it wasn't the worst that he's seen in mankind's age. He mildly remembers the times of war and hatred. Though however ****** the man was the anger seemed shallow to him. What he thought of was the million nights with starry skies made to make love. And while some did, others, like you and me, dwelled alone and empty inside watching the universe as he himself watched. The dark night showed only sorrowful face and silence lingered beneath the stars. Some thought about love that escaped their grasp, others felt lost caused not by the dark. And in both the universe saw the painting of pain as if souls could talk through their eyes. It is wonder that mankind thought the universe to understand the sole meaning of true solitude and despair. He came to realise that he too was the only one.
"O tom, co stalo se s námi doteď
Od té doby, nevypoví čas -
Čas někdy nejde měřit časem
Ale hloubkou změn v nás,"

To, že už si neklademe
Navzájem otázky tak složité -
Znamená jen tolik, že ty prosté
Stačí zodpovědět rozvitě,

"Z toho, čeho jsme litovali kdys,
Teď umřelo již víc než dost -
Vždyť dospěli jsme v průlom,
Jenž vše proměnil to na radost,"

To, na co vzpomínáme s úsměvy,
Že jednou bolelo za slzy prolité -
Dnes už jen těžko uvěřit,
Jak věci můžou vyznít dvojitě.
Pakliže se celý dav lidí otočil
Zády k oné veliké pravdě,
Já jsem se prostě musela podívat

A než jsem se stačila otočit zpátky
Stalo se, že přešel jeden život
A to jen chvilinku jsem se zadívala
Té pravdě do očí -
And soon- death
doses us with dreams
folding them with pale fingers
in our heads-
forget about my eyes
that day by day
spied your nakedness-
-forget about my hands
searching relentlessly upon
your perfect legs to find
the spot that made you laugh-
then with feeling that something’s lost
wander to places we’ve gone
only to find endless emptiness
hanging from heartless trees

if by chance you wake up early
offering your soul to cold breeze
I’ll be there quiet unnoticed
just like the highest hills
have stood without us for centuries
then look through me and
dreams be done
and soon- death
rises from the better worlds
to make us one and one
I was never the type
of child that obeyed
much  of anything;
not even the many
times  I was told
not to stare into
the evening sun
when I felt
alone.
desperate me looked into windless
time of a day when birds rest in their nests
upon my blank mind silence spread
its flowery luminous wings
everything was calm as dust followed
the motionless moving of all beings
your gently hidden love disguised
by blue of the sky lingered just for a while
until perfectly stealing heart went on
to find more unlocked doors of happiness
and take slowly but patiently yet another’s hope
to love to live to believe
I cup a Pall Mall, it is 10:30 p.m.,
December & Montana
frigid.

The store’s back window is unlocked,
I take white bread, ham
& mustard.

Hunker curbside, make sandwiches
& eat, I am less

hungry, cold
& 14-years
old.
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