Fires of myself

I decide to be, so I look at marvels of life with exaltation. Fully prepared to uncover my dream I reach deep into the heart, and with unknown forces that I find there, I shake the ground beneath my feet.

There’s an end of a day… when thoughts become clear, when feelings are only bright, when dreams are back. A desire from the core, so close and so familiar to me, carried within through countless dreams, through endless corridors of hallucinations. Those loving charms consisting a personality, an identity. Lust for life with beginnings long forgotten and a truth which thrives in the fires of myself. 

And every single moment of this life, looks exactly like falling in love!

I call her love!

Silent expression on the face, tender smile uncovering everything, revealing what lies beneath this skin – pleasing satisfaction wrapped only in itself. The soul has drifted away from charms of beauty, feeling, craving, loving… she wants to escape from the body, and be forever hers. For this soul knows only too well, there is only one lighthouse showing the path home from that treacherous sea out there, only one secret port made for a single soul that’s no longer mine. And there she is, bringing me the lot, giving me a new name… I call her love! 

A full discovery of a thought, this life is governed only by coincidence.

Love, again

So many feelings felt, so many spoken words, all those overwhelming smiles... and only one look, only one you, and one me.

In this heat of life, in our beauties of youth… light in the soul, grace in a word, compassion in a scent, and forgiveness of the woman – love from the woman.

And I no longer remain drunk from a white lake of tears in empty hunger for happiness, there’s no more defacing pain snatching the blue out of these eyes, that deep despair in dreams is gone, no more mute cramps in the heart...

I adore your eyes, the way they see, and I… I turn into you ;)

Alchemy of the heart

Slowly browsing through the modulations of my radio, carefully listening in an attempt to decipher the static. Receiving indistinctive sounds, inconclusive in their chaotic vigor; waves upon waves scratching their way to me, dissolved into the air. Dialect of a mystical ancient madness forever forgotten in some naive past, long before we realized the concept of mixing tenses. Form of speech from a thirsty silhouette, located nowhere, existing out of time; sending me message in a bottle, a silent secret of some sort, secret told to no one, never heard by anyone. Region full only with truth beyond intellect, an essence of every religion invented by man, metaphysical axiom of existence… pursue of every true alchemist of the heart! 

Now I know that thought is no longer a thought, because it’s transformed into a feeling, deeper urge…

Woman

Every verse, ever written is designed to admire woman’s beauty. Every single feeling, ever felt finds root in a woman’s heart. Every scent, ever imagined, comes from a woman. Everything that is said, even that which lays in the future, completely undreamed, is in a dream of a woman. Every creation ever made, even this entire world has a woman in the middle of it. Every single breath, ever taken is given by a woman. The reason for blossom is not spring, but the smile of a woman. That enchanting force, which holds all cells together, is the love of a woman. Mercy and grace are born in the look of a woman.

Heart of a man is but a nest for a woman’s world; in there a woman claims dominion, even before the sun itself.

We, men, live for a single purpose…

The world that matters

Suns are extinguished, and from the remains new ones are created. Space is revolving in the dead of the night, dancing forevermore. The world is on the brink of something, still green and blooming. Clouds are somewhere hiding and time zones are still counting time. Lives pass by and others are born. People are occupied with the rush of the everyday living, moving step at the time toward: feelings, goals… This heat boiling our blood, reminding us that we’re forged in fire. Summer, it smells exactly like in the middle of it:)

And I’ve got just a single place to go… close and closer to you. So that I can close my eyes and never feel tired again;)