I've got a nice collection of knives in my back,
Sometimes they are moving
And joyfully hurting.

Orientations are lost,
The living are seeing ghosts,
Although at social distance.

Most people are good in heart and honest in their intentions.
Unfortunately, only the Almighty and con artists know that.

That night, you came into my room,
Where I was sitting and smiling,
We looked at each other, two people under the Moon,
Both bursting from laughing.

You never wanted to finish it,
And today you finally  understood
That you never started anything.

We are turning pages only because we're watched,
In a blurry sight of our lives,
We are offering an occasional vision.

Have a break,
Don't break yourself.

Once upon a time,
People were logical.

lines
are lining up,
to be joted down.

Take me to whatever is good for you,
I'll survive anything that is good for you.

Don't look at the picture,
Be the picture,
You can be any picture you want,
You can be a very pretty picture.

It is a far cry from the complete silence.

Let's go to Mars,
Let's have all our usual problems there, on Mars too,
For a change.

I can't do it,
I could,
But I can't.

Every day I get up
To go into myself,
Getting lost there,
And finally giving up,
To begin tomorrow
From the start.

are you sure,
it's already October,
are you sure of that?

The year is fine
If we'll draw the line,
As it's time.

Normally, I am crazy,
Being full of love and absurd.

a glass of beer, please,
a promising smile, please,
I will gladly accept both.

I'm not sure the trees are still dancing,
When it's freezing and nobody is outside.

chances are dancing with risks,
my life is full of them both,
sometimes I would like to be bored.

"To be or not to be?" is never a relevant question.
"What's going on and why I'm here?" is a better one.
There aren't any answers to both of them, of course.

A lot of years from now,
When some muesli for breakfast will be my morning ***,
I will tenderly think about your buttocks
And our beautiful know-how.

I am going crazy,
And it will be amazing,
Come with me, don't be lazy.

It was a nightmare,
It still is a nightmare,
Even when I am not asleep.

Be strong,
stay strong,
go to bed strong,
sleep strong,
wake up strong,
and try to not go crazy.

It it weren't
For my constant drinking,
I would be now
Completely drunk.

A flying crow
Will know,
I won't.

There is a range
Of things that are strange,
All other things are not normal.

Not doing it again
Doesn't solve your current mess,
And believe me,
You will do it again.

A small gesture
Will go unnoticed,
If you try to make it bigger.

A very hot shower,
Very cold thoughts,
A vapour off the walls,
The chill of final conclusions,
That's how a galaxy is born.

In this poem
There is a bit of rhyme involved,
There is a bit of rhythm involved,
There is not much sense involved.

Let's be overrated for a while,
It's very nice to be overrated.

The world might crumble,
You write,
Don't crumble
Without writing.

It's nothing,
But it's always there,
So it's everything.

A desert is just a waiting room,
An ocean is a bank, open for new deposits,
A sky is a lazy supervisor of deserts and oceans.

One heart has one place
But millions states.

It's not my nature
To be myself.

I failed, but still, I am not
What I thought
I would never be.

Please,
Let it be
As it is.

Your innocence is lost, but what came instead,
What came instead?
Your whole life you'll be asking that.

A narrow desert road,
Full of stones,
Is what I usually need,
When I am alone.
I would wake up
And walk the road,
Throwing the stones
Into the sky,
Getting better.
And after all this,
I would write you a letter,
A beautiful letter, full of laugh,
And so my day won't be tough.

Our days must begin and then end. Other than that, we are free to fill them with any ******* we care about and give that ******* any noble or funny or weird name we want. Furthermore, we are allowed to sincerely believe in all that and to have happy lives all along. But we don't.

Across all borders, and also nations:
Birds are flying from south,
Cars are reparking in different formations,
Cats are excited, from tale to mouth.

Look at me with your eyes,
Think about me with your thoughts,
But leave to me all your words.

Souls on edge
Are alone and waiting.

I left my impressions behind me,
I don't have them anymore,
That's why no one can see me.

Going east,
You'll find some deep oceans,
Or maybe some strange people,
Which is the same.

A knight in shining armour
Worked as a desert mirage,
But quit for a night job.