Absit Invidia, small selection of poems from past

Bleary Mirror

He said that I have been an elephant

in my previous existence and maybe

that's why this enourmous akwardness

suffers within me:

People have always stared at me

like I am eatable untill my paranoia,

and I haven't ever been able to understand

what's there supposed to be in me,

that's not within themselves:

From bleary mirrors comes

bleary reflections and look

into your dreams more closely,

Imagination is god's only way

to communicate:

Into our illiberal minds

that wants to calculate a formula

for eternity and define the lines of possibilities

as narrow-minded as possible.

Counterpoint,

discords from

the twilight of thoughts,

a prelude of one kind,

drumming in radiance of spotlights,

bordering the sky with no roof

and infinite amount of stars,

like dreams

and desires

in life,

all kinds of

diffuse sounds and applauses

babbles,

like raindrops

and snowflakes

are manufactured

from raindrop particles,

snowflake accelerators,

You doubt to believe?

If we settle for poised

there is always someone

who can compose.

Yet, what are words?

Within their silences

may remain as mysteries,

fierce tornados

of the agony of thoughts,

but merely a margin markets

of what I am trying to mean,

this is a weird obsession:

tossing awake all nights

only to analyze myself

into lines,

to numerous notebooks

with aching hand,

so that you would understand me

like understanding me could be possible,

can anyone ever truly

be capable to understand

someone else?

Do you understand,

I'd rather sleep

stop tormenting myself,

stroke pillow

and be sated,

Within my silences remaining as a mystery.

                                                       Melody of Cosmos

                                                                                For a poet

                                                                                       language is arithmetics,

                                                            an incomplete sentence

                                                                          

                                                                            violates its formula,

                                                    Absolute pitch

                                                             

                                                             in grammar,

                                   Discord hurts ear,

                                                                                                      World is music,

                                                       The Melody of Cosmos

                                              is composed

                               into all senses.

Absit Invidia

You are constantly competing

against me,

though I didn't know

to have signed up

same sport,

sometimes it's only amusing

but even I have my

dark and despair moments,

I am only competing

with myself

not against

you,

Absit Invidia!

Stay away

Evil Eyes.

, but

I said what I had to say

with words,

I am repeating myself

you don't listen,

everybody are always just for all nice and good

and never never never ever any bad intentions,

but still are adding a clause:

, but...

Scattered sentences

Patio furnishing

are carried into storages,

new round of

scattered sentences

are ordered to

same table,

clouds are hanging low,

soulful sky

Fall, my friend.

Too mechanical

If everything unites with everything

and supports one and other,

are processed

and comparable,

measurable like a fever,

too mechanical

declaims the theologians

and lubricates

the world's axis.

Decision Scene,

last act before

curtain falls down

and all is done,

all done for to say

the final words,

this is a drama dear friends and the villagers,

not another

smooth comedy,

everyone are staged

into their places

and there are still some time

for last minute changes.