STARTING POINT

Help me to find the gate of gold

the starting point of a story untold

the shores of a land I've seen in my dreams

the One I'll always recognize through eternal years.

They blinded me, tried to fool me - bring me down

I'm not immortal, I need your help;

- your arm, your sword

-your life giving kiss and breath.

The path has been set...

I've been chosen as you, there's no way out

we love it, we hate it, we've been pushed to the ground

but still standing strong with a slowly healing wound.

Is there more to come? To deal with hate and greed?

Can't I have my dream, a land that I long for and foreseen?

I need your shoulder to lean on to fulfill my mission

to set up for the next adventure expedition

tranquilize and harmonize and in addition

do all the things that mean...

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ESCAPE

My head is spinning, face is grinning

and I'm going back in time...

Power of magic, beauty and eternity

all mixed up in a spell, joy and clarity

nothing was missing at that place...

Sleepless night stretching into another day

constant sound of water and music - ultimate perfection,

...what more can I say?!

The day passed like a wind through my hair,

blood in my vain, a thought in my brain,

the peacefulness that surrounded me

I'll never be able to explain...

Snap out of it?! No way! The dream continues,

forming clues...there's no escape.

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RISING

Take me away to the place I've never been

take me away from all the sorrow and fear.

I've been searching and asking which way to go

nobody could tell, the progress was slow.

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One-way road, shabby corner

fading flower, life of a loner.

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Fresh morning has turned everything around

shores newly awashed, barefoot walking on a fresh green ground.

Inside - the music in my ears

Outside - the peaceful quiet, stripped of fears.

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The beauty of it I wish you could see

words were spoken, walls were broken

dreams were no more dreams

comes reality check, with laughter and cheers.

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AFRICA

Africa…

Tantric spell, ocean’s swell

A tree to dwell, a flower’s smell

That's how it should be...

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THE TEMPTING LOOK

That tempting look started it all

great expectations, a bit of curiosity

being drawn in, extracted from all.

The greatest escapism that never cease

discovering unknown, being impatient

though it all happened in a moment,

like a warm summer breeze.

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SEEING UNSEEN

The land of magic, beauty and purity

everlasting imagination brings me stability

not to lose balance in our world of madness

not to be swallowed by terror, greed and sadness.

And all of that brought me one man just

by seeing the darkest clouds bright, gold in dust

I'm seeing unseen, I'm hearing unheard

the notion has slowed down, peace was declared.

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REACHING THE TOP

Breathe in and breathe out

Beat after beat of my heart

Step follows step of my feet

The pathway I’m walking is getting too steep

The oxygen lessens, my lungs protest

I can see the peak, I need some rest.

Tired and sweaty I’m reaching the spot

Dreadful of expectations, I’m standing at top

Where I’ll go from here I’m not so sure

Enlighted, enchanted magic is pure

Sudden but expected change has finally come

Our pathways has crossed, we’ve become one.

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SOLITARY

I don't need my eyes to see

I don't need my Life to be

I don't need my feet to walk

I don't need my tongue to joke.

My life is soul not a body

Nothing matters 'cause I am solitary.

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FLYING

I can hear the sound of ocean

I can see the sun and sand

Closing my eyes I am feeling emotion

I am dreaming the dream of Neverland.

My skin is burning but I don’t care

In this land is life never ending

Whatever you want you can dare

Just come to me and stop pretending.

Even here I am not so happy

Something is missing from my heart

Try to think what it can be

I will help you; it’s you my Love.

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LAST THOUGHT BEFORE FALLING ASLEEP

Where did you go my love, my grace?

I’ve been looking for you in the deepest space,

Diving and searching on the bottom of the sea

Trying to analyze, where else you could be.

Then one glorious thought came to my mind

The right rope to climb up I finally found

The proper pathway I should walk

Whitish memories of you painted in chalk.

I was halfway with you, half way in a dream

Wishing to concentrate but you’ve vanished like a steam

I was tired and sleepy, wishing for bed

My metabolism has slowed down, I might be dead.

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WHAT ABOUT US

We are from the Planet

where nobody cares

they're changing the rules

and making big mess.

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DISTURBANCE VERSUS RELAXATION

The madness of the moment in unbearable

The light is on; the stream of thoughts is blocked

Distractive noise shakes hands with violent disturbance

Now they seem inseparable

And I’m awaiting their strong influence.

Suddenly the quiet moment spreads its wings of relaxation

The beauty of wisdom, the cleverness of silence

Everything creates a streaming river

That leaves me in a spell of fascination

To which I was driven.

So two completely opposite elements ran through me

Without any hesitation or excuse for what they caused

Manipulating me, playing with me like a wind with fallen leaves

But I managed this time, although my mood is rather gloomy

And my eyes are lost in tears.

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IT'S A KIND OF MAGIC HERE

It's a kind of magic here

without any problems I'm sitting here,

looking at flying birds and gulls

how they revolve around the Sun.

It's a kind of magic here,

there's no cold I could feel.

My spirit is flying somewhere in the sky

there's no mountain for me too high.

It's a kind of magic here

I'm loosing control of what is real.

Where are you now, are you in some magic too?

You should be here now

cause this is a place where dreams come true.

P.S. Written in Hyde Park, London.

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BEING IN LOVE

Once upon a time

I’ve been in a fairytale

You came to me and said:

“Don’t worry, I’ll stay”.

The purity and perfection

Turned into refreshment and relaxation.

Then you’ve been told

you had to leave

To go somewhere else

To make my heart just bleed.

The sadness and Inability

Made me lonely and brought me insanity.

In my mind is something indescribable

Strange feelings of lost and found

Night is missing the dark

And day all the bright.

But you are still here

In the deepest bottom of my heart

I will never forget you

Hiding in universe, my indisposable love.

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NIGHT-TIME THOUGHT

I am lying in my bed

thinking about the world

about the most beautiful Planet

which people are destroying by sword.

I'm thinking about exotic birds

who could live now

if we just let them be

I'm thinking about all the babies

who will come to this world

and will never know The Mother Nature

just the cold dirty streets.

What you're going to do about it,

do we still have time to change?

If you are not sure

and don't know what I'm talking about,

go to the park and just for a while

sit down on a bench.

Did IT find you?

Do you understand what I'm trying to say?

Isn't it so beautiful

and just think, a moment ago

you tried to tell me that you didn't care.

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THOUGHT IN DISNEYLAND

I'm in Disneyland

in such a lovely place

I'm thinking about the fairies and queens

and about all the astronauts

who are flying in the space.

All this magic connects people

they love it here and I do as well

why I can't get through the entrance

and share that magic, beauty and spell.

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ANOTHER

Another boring day came over

Another part of my life is over

Another tear rolled down my face

Another happiness found in me some space

Another child is coming to this world

Another soldier dies by a sword

But it’s only me who can improve myself.

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TRAIN REFLECTION

So many people, so many faces,

So many baggage, so many races

Going by train, you can see so many places

The beauty and dirt in every state is.

I’m traveling in my early twenties

I haven’t play for a long time tennis

Another rhyme is certainly Gladys

And her husband must be definitely Travis.

PS. Written on a train in London. ….

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BEING BACK

I'm being back...

back here, seeing all these faces again

happy and sad, completing the stream

being drawn in, giving in...

The stereotype of everyday life is making me think

what am I doing here

ever-present boredom tries to win my thoughts over

and to forget all the lovely moments dear.

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THE WAY I SEE HIM

He was sitting there, like an outcast

with his eyes staring through the window

looking for a brighter future,

maybe for the moment of happiness

the reason why he could leave behind all the miserable past.

I was sitting there observing him

trying to get as much ideas and cleverness,

which he was sending towards me

in the form of a different world

I could forever be hiding in.

But in my case, this type of magic, never last for long

I'm the lonely fighter

who doesn't need to fight with a sword

who prefer to create magic

through a painting or a lovely song.

P.S. Inspired by D.M., London