Once upon a Passion

 

Touch me with a passion only read in fairy tales

Leave my heartbeat over my body to draw trails

Seal my breath with tender lips over parcels and parts setting sails

Touch me with a passion only heard in Love songs

Wipe away the thin thread between rights and wrongs

Lead my soul to where it ever belongs

Touch me with a passion only hidden in perfume bottles

Book me a room down your lap; I’m sick of cold hotels

Tailor me a religion away of old gospels

27. Rut, Tomasz - Ecstasy

“Ecstasy” Painting by Tomasz Rut

 

Touch me with a passion only matured in wine jars

Take my hand and let’s dance beneath stars

Lock me down your heart so I can taste freedom behind bars

Touch me with a passion only sealed in longing-prayers

Play my beat like pro-guitar players

Hush my thoughts for a while like do, to crowds, powerful mayors

Touch me with a passion best played between an orphaned swell and a deserted shore

Touch me with that same passion just once more

Touch me to lose sense of time…then touch me no more.

 

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Heart of Albums

Sadness becomes my owner

Haunt memories every corner

Bleeding as moments creep

Shallow goes every deep

Smiles; nothing but the work of stadiums

Beats no more traced away of albums

Through photos, sour life’s tasted

Nights making no love are nights wasted

"Pamela"painting by Carrie Graber

“Pamela”painting by Carrie Graber

 

 Everywhere I go; your scent follows my trace

No more can I go on without an embrace

I run and hide; still echoing your voice

No more can I breathe; but there’s no choice

 

It’s me who decided to breathe without you

And how a rose can stop breathing dew!

How a spring can stop wearing colors!

How a butterfly can stop tasting flowers!

How a swell can stop kissing shore’s hands!

How can everything keep going in time my time still stands!

Oh no…I’ll start no tear destined to last

No present; no future should meet this past

I’ll survive another heart cavity

There’ll come a doctor; I believe in gravity…

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Thirsty Soul

Snow peaks witnessed sunshine

Everybody felt unusually fine

Smiling birds there flew

Under a sky finally painted blue

Is it summer or just a passing day

For our sun, a winter tax, to pay

Or it’s simply Valentine!!!

Young hearts in front of shops stood in line

Spending a tiring day searching a present

Special enough for pumping hearts to be pleasant

"To Our Time Together" painting by Vladimir Kush

“To Our Time Together” painting by Vladimir Kush

Hours slipped away, and came the wanted night

For chests, arms and lips to fight

Fragrant candles every where

Hid romance here and there

Our world’s sinking in red

Hot kisses wake the resting bed

Where thirsty souls make love

Blessed from angels watching from above

But here stands a soul under a clear sky

Alone with a million star, ready to fly

Fly to whom at most she cares

His absence has made life nothing but continuous nightmares

But him, the heart, longs for none

What’s a Valentine after he’s gone!!!

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Nude Solitude

Goodbye’s the saddest word;

Poor heart isn’t it what you’ve heard!

Maybe it’s your time to run;

Run after an everlasting sun,

And never look back;

Back’s where everything’s colored black

Where Faith turns humble

Kisses tear but never leave you tremble.

"Solitude" Painting by Framboisine Berry

“Solitude” Painting by Framboisine Berry


Means a kiss how deep you miss,

Then why so coldly hatred pays a million kiss!

Innocent lips sound mostly lies,

And nothing but lies darkens twinkling skies.

Living in such a world may drive you wrong

Weak you are yet life’s so long.

You were and still the best;

The best heart east through west;

Escape your chains, kiss fears goodbye

Draw another fate, just make a try.

Open up, let someone special in;

Life’s nothing but a game, strive to win;

Win preciousness, hold on to and drift

A lonely soul has nothing to lift.

Conquer a heart and choose another life to stand

Never claps alone a single hand…

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Late Confession

Silence tonight’s ringing through my ear

Let it go, it’s something can’t I hear

Mainly the only thing I blame myself for

Hundreds he asked if he was just a friend or more

Not a single time I showed any obsession

Too late now comes my confession;

You’ve conquered the mind and the heart

The day you stepped in to my life is my life’s start

In streams of real tastes you bathed me

Organizing the world as it should be

Me, to happiness you wedded;

“Life’s no scratch paper to be shredded”

You drew and paint a world so rustic

You’ve made it ours; simple yet like magic

Every single thing there sounded merrier

For you believed that no war’s won by a sad warrior

Your Wall:'(
You built me
a castle

And you left in
a hustle

Saying no even proper goodbye

Leaving me peace
in mourning color
to dye 


I’ve walked in tears
to that room
by the end of the hall

I’ve seen what
you painted over
your wall;


Widow has become the Bride before she walks that aisle

Fate carved “The End” before she even started her Tale

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Revenge


The Queen died with no funeral

For silence’s ordered by the Black General

Obedient to his will, acted my all except an anxious breath

Couldn’t I mourn my Knight’s birth on Queen’s death

Like a blind; what I never enjoyed, I can’t worth

And how am I supposed in grief to welcome my birth!

My Knight’s born over Universe throne

Everyone bowed to the gold he shone

Kidnapped me tranquility to paradise

To wake me later a shocking surprise

"Moon Gate" Painting by Tone Aanderaa

“Moon Gate” Painting by Tone Aanderaa


To me the proud knight’s
kneeling down

Kissing me freedom
as embracing my head his crown

No more the feet
touch the ground

I’m a butterfly
that  
jasmine abound


Ripened secrets like
maple sugar seep

Lost which to pick and to which yearns my deep


Finally chose the secret of secrets; The Rock

It was heavier than Gibraltar’s rock

That I fell back ground; ceased breath

I fell to fall again and deeper to my Knight’s death

The Queen came back to revenge my Knight

Revenging me too, for I didn’t mourn her last night;

But why? Can a slave grieve the death of the arrogant ruler of the empire?

And how? Have you ever heard; sun’s been mourned by a Vampire?

A Vampire who’s brought to life only over her cold cell

And as coldness steals warmth, she sends him back to hell

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November’s Blossom

Seems like hundreds of years flew away

On a heart with no beat struggling to stay

November the 6th was the date

When it skipped some beats to a classmate

The whole world dwelled in his eyes

Beaming blue as our eternal skies

Forbidden dreams there were born

Fatal silence by screams worn

The World in his world I did see

Yet to notice, blind was he

Once again I wasn’t right

Left I turned when Right was right

Between friendship and love born pain

I chose friendship, but reached for vain

For I couldn’t control a lost beat

His shadow by me left no empty seat

But I chose the hardest, and it was a lone choice

I set sail, but haunts my time his voice

“Plum Blossoms” painting by Jia Lu


Fear over years grew

Tears cut but never sew

Finding no peace in my roam

Flew back again home

It was a sweet November day;

The sixth since I sailed away

The way drove me to an old road

Along, trees and breeze composed an ode

There I was on school’s gate

Once again a slave of fate

Memories stormed inside

Couldn’t find any shelter to hide


Until a tender hand woke my shoulder

I turned to see who dares making my reborn beats molder

Paralysis stroke my storm when eyes met


“I knew I’ll find you here; I do regret

Didn’t know how precious you were till you sailed the seven seas

Leaving me ticks to count and a beat hard to ease

I’ve waited you for so long

Your heart is where I belong”


I grabbed all the courage I could

To set fire on a wet wood

Drenched in tears for years

But then stole my voice cruel fears

And I found myself hiding in his bosom

November’s no more in Fall; there I was in blossom

Last Letter to Last

Tick-Tuck Tick-Tuck; unusually slow

Perhaps tiny arms frozen under snow

Perhaps they’re renovating their ancient art

There in the heart of forest, lives a heart

Daggers of time left him lone with scars

And no more “The Countless” are only stars

Death angel early tonight has knocked his door

Saying soon his ship will leave the shore

The Angel left leaving a glimpse of light

Stealing darkness from the whole night

Few hours are left for peace to blast

Few yet enough to write a last letter to last

“Always Together” Painting by Vladimir Kush


“I’m leaving; leaving precious parts behind

The eyes I give to the blind

To those forbidden nature songs to hear,

I give a sound ear

To those of cold legs, I give warm feet

The hands to hard workers I was honored to meet

The memory to those suffering Alzheimer’s

Liver, kidneys and spine to cancer risers


The heart…excuse me; the precious can’t I give

I’ll just die with the scars as I live

Now burn the flesh; burn the trigger of lust

So from stars I’m born, and shall return to dust…

Just Here Dad

If you’re wondering, I’m just here Dad

With a million problem piling over my head

Curing withering soul over that bed…


Just here Dad

Bleeding the most precious tears I’ve ever had

And fate’s celebrating victory; driving me mad…


Just here Dad

Black turns the quilt you gifted me as red

Gloom’s replacing posters over walls spread…

“Woman Warrior” Painting by Jia Lu


Just here Dad

I’m just here almost dead

Tell me what’s happiness but a legend I’ve read!


Just here Dad

Just here, for there’s no other place to gad

Just here collecting few words over my last letter to add…


Just here Dad

Trying to cut off a sixteen year old thread,

Yet still grateful even for the crumbs of bread…


I’m just here if you’re wondering; Dad

Here now and in a robe of your choice, clad

Sorry; but can’t stay any longer; wonder no more Dad…

Mama Cries

From the heart of flowers, had spring seen light

Just the moment I was granted my first sight;

After living for nine months deep in a sea

Where blindness was all I could see.

Her running beats played my only rhyme 

That I had to hear days long to pass the snoring time.

Like a ball squeezed with no mercy, I had to act

Praying yet unable to reach any God was then a fact;

Mom’s Sacred Love

Praying to Drift gently and soon spread wings out

At least to witness how would sound my very first shout                                     

Decades slowly, slowly slipped away

Finally arrived the wanted day

Yes!! It’s my time to be born; the Doctor said.

Mammy’s torn in pain; over the white sheets bled & bled.

Her endless cries drove me pretty scared,

But never mind, selfishly I sighed, soon I’ll be as free as a bird

Moments for me, yet centuries for her they were

Till bloomed the tiniest flower under January’s prime care

Oh I still remember how it was so cold

Till Mama paid a tender hold;

Glittering she was in pink

And all I needed was; in her Lap to sink

For her torn womb, simply, can’t I sew

Yet I may sip her warmth like does a butterfly to dawn-dew.

Now after centuries I see I’d sinned; wishing to leave her safe womb

…Life is vanity; spent in an extremely huge tomb…