Často rozmýšlam mal by som sa pozviechať a kupit diktafon

nahravat spontánne myšlienky, niečo ako to robil Marlon

why do I slam the drums when there is no band
why do I scream and shout when silence is at hand
why do I fall in love with a silky singing whistle
'*** we are made of that blank, veiled abyssal
to relish life with great joy and wisdom we swore
like the fading whales by the shore.

Man with humility
walks into a room
his knees on floor
dreams confused
for a doom

Man with conceptions
O lavish they are indeed
Mind but merits
only in their deeds

Man with sullied sight
omitted all that he had
succumbed to grudge
hence strife is all he touches
world became sad

Man with broken heart
writing his way from
cotton dreams to
obscurities and certainties

with soil he became art.

Maybe I'am just the watcher
but you are still my
doom
watching your curves in motion
brings my heart from mere floor to
room.

*i am always amazed how inspiring, fulfilling, lively and redolent.. can be the atmosphere around women