Tyto básničky jsou už nějakou tu dobu staré, psala jsem je spíše jako doplněk k malování…ale možná si je někdo ještě rád přečte…
PS. angličtina není můj rodný jazyk.
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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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.