MY POEMS

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NO TIME FOR YOU You've left lovings into tomorrows Shy, honest and respectful All your friends Have known you wrong Even if a short time is enough For telling all Feelings of your heart have remained Where they were born first Because of the unfinished problems But you've never hoped so You've dreamed of long times It's been ugly to talk about love In short times For you Who have never thought How quick the years pass In daily hurries At your secret garden The colourful flowers have been blooming Alone and wet Either they've been little to be given Or no time you've had
RIOT IN MY ROOM Never put my voice on yours During the dark night Even the flame of suicide has grown through your grieved heart Not yet Blood didn't go beyond the fear Not yet Not broken the branches of hatred and rage Never lie my body down on yours Around some exiled breeze Dying is never a sinner Just look at the pictures And there if I'm crying I'm never sorry Inside the grave you dug on my heart 'cos I've broken all the bottles on the wall And armful of angers Sounds made of pains Over an ordinary middle age Never touch my lips on yours Anymore I don't get scared of the shadows at my door Dirty carpet, stained mirror, broken bed During the dark night What is that woman still waiting for ? Why aren't you moving In your spring sleep ? Never send me a message now I'm not lonely anymore Too much to death Together with the crazy wind Deep inside womb of the naked water
SNOWIN' ON ME Flyin' over the sea No limit Before the wind I'm in love Tipsy Singin' a honey song Very steep For my own livin' Snowin' on me Into the night From rainy, dark mind Together With singin' of the outside And at a gallop Through the smooth blues Snowin' on me Little by little Where is your voice ? Day by day Singin' forgotten songs Into the snowy nights On the way to exile Before the wind Where is your voice Snowin' on me No morning No evening This blues Doesn't wake me up I can't Into the lost lovin' For your love Snowin' on me And me on a misty Mirror As if I've got your letter Darlin' I didn't dream Got your letter Babe
SO SHORT All started All started for the sake of a flower Whose buds are unknown All lived All lived in another world Whose sky is limited
THE REVENGE Nonsense sentences bother the loneliness In a rainy June morning Something dies inside me with memories And downstairs a cheap man washes the dishes Out of half-opened window goes the nice smoke My lips refuse touching my dirty glass for the first time But the rain, insisting and angry A motherless street puppy Who knows where those noise cars go just now ? I, in a small hotel room of the exiled town Scared of sleeping with a stranger On the walls, without a pen, write some words I just can read Puzzles, novels, laceworks and magazines My young wife talks on the phone from the far Today I'm a fool friend Babe, I'm a wise enemy today Going around the town at midnight And sometimes very early in the morning A letter of resignation in my pocket, so sensitive No, maybe suicide, so ordinary Today you're a coward schizoid My God, you're a raw lesbian today I imagine of walking up to that village at the top of the mountain Then turning back down in a shame Watching the town, their nice town The same old far peace comes when I remember my youth And hardly visible calls my name my married secretary lover She and her lies She and her affection One more time I break the bottles on the understanding walls of my room Everyplace, without a pen, write the swearings in a strange language For everything, for everybody Just except me and that female evil Save the country the educated people of town Around the broken tables with cards and greed Under the air smelling sweat and breath They wear ruffled suits without ties And the moon rises up, spoiled and proud I make love to myself before a female mirror Babe, today I love theft Stealing the good wills from the stupid people of town By the way, your voice smells of false yearning and false loving More and more I'm getting upset, you've to know, getting so close To the grumbling midnight, so suitable for a murder For some madness, all of a sudden rebels my brain I must put off the lights, all the doors have been already locked, and hide on a corner But it's going away Leaving me half My face, drunk, is in red mist Trembling my ugly hands And sweaty disabled feet Don't obey their poor owner anymore I'm absent probably today Babe, tonight I'm absent Today, you're a cruel hunter My God, you're Azrael tonight Very well I know, you're taking revenge