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Adam Sliwa Poem
In the night when I can not sleep,
when I dream about dreaming
when even God is sleeping
and the devil is out looking
for lost souls.
I think about silly things,
I think about the baker
who just woke up, his
poor wife, leaving a
warm bed for a warm
oven, the small old
security man counting
every minute regretting
ever being born.
The garbage man
desperately thinking
of how to find a woman.
All these poor men
who are not allowed to
sleep.
I slowly smoke my
cigarette illuminating
the city with every drag.
I dedicate every puff to
all these lost souls.
The night is young
the stars are out dancing
accompanied by the
moon, like an old
wedding orchestra
and their seasoned
company, they know each step,
each rhytm.
And I am alone with my pillow
thinking of all the beautiful women
somewhere, somewhere far away.
In Paris, Buenos Aires, Beijing
New york Addis Ababa and even Beirut.
What are they doing what
are they thinking??'
God is asleep the devil
is out working, my question
is blowing in the wind..
I dream a little dream of them
and hope they dream a little
dream of me.
Because in lala land
everything is possible.
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I put your heart on fire,
like a swiss watchmaker
I make it tick.
Not to slow not to
fast, the combination
to your heart is only
known by me.
The labyrinth of
your unconsuous is
where I operate,
tunnels where wise man
go mad, and mad men
become wise.
Your eyes is my
mirror to your soul.
But dont ask me
to extinguish your
fire, reset your
heartbeat, or
give you the
map to your
unconscious.
Because I cannot
break the mirror
of your soul,
and you cannot jump from
a heart on fire.
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Adam Sliwa Poem
I play with words like
Children play with Lego
I use different words as
My bricks. With commas
Dots and exclamation
Marks I put them together.
At my convenience I can
Disassemble and reassemble
them ad infinitum.
My words are like the sword of
The Samurai, the baton of
the conductor.
The words are my barrel of dynamite
Instead of breaking bridges, I break hearts.
Like the seasoned diplomat I know
Each word is a matter of life and death.
To put the words at the appropriate place is
the puzzle of the poet.
Instead of colours my Lego parts are
Languages . They are my Legos of clay
I mould them, bastardize, adopt
And change their meaning.
The words have their own souls
And their own meaning. It’s
On paper the words start to
Transcend- to live a life on their
Own.
The words like all things have
A soul, some words have to be
Handled with care, they have to be
Put in their context other words
Are like chameleons who change,
Transform, adapt with new circumstances.
Le jeux de mots have to be done carefully,
The words will put themselves in their place
If you give them the rhythm and their space.
But be aware to play with words is to play with fire
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Adam Sliwa Poem
I am a pause.
A pause from reality.
a pause from obligations and duty.
I am an undefined moment of time,
a sceond, an hour a year or even
an eternity.
My name goes beyond definition as I
have many names and take many forms..
I am that extra breath, those extra 5 minutes
you take for granted in the morning, and the
endless sleep that is waiting for us all, some day.
I am the one stop your thoughts when you have too many,
massage your feet when you are too tired too walk, the one
who stops your face from frowning when you are worried.
I am between action and in-action between stop and play
I travel between the past the present and the future
still I am beyond time, I am beween nothing and eternity.
My request for you is only one, BE, HERE NOW
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Adam Sliwa Poem
I build castles in the sand,
ive done the Pantheon the Taj Mahal
and even the Versailles.
Like my life my castles in the sand are here for
a limited time, to be swept away by the blow of
the wind or the wawes of the ocean.
Like a castle in sand the masterpiece called life is
transitory and short ,no matter how solid the foundation
the castle must eventually fall down and decay.
A day is a 100 years and a week is a millenium, the
castle learns me to appreciate each day because i dont
know when is the last.
My castles are not only castles but symbols like the Taj
Mahal of love and sacrifice. I build them for a princess
but she is not mine. Still i do feel fine knowing there is no crime
to have loved and lost.
In my pain there is a gain called wisedom.
I am a boy who wish to play I invite if you may..
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Adam Sliwa Poem
What is it with you that is so special?
That makes my heart beat faster, and miss a beat and the butterflies you put in my stomach.
Is it your white smile or your humbleness, your delicate ways
or your love for humanity.
That caring motherly side or the way you look at somebody making them feel special, like they were the only one in the world.
Is it your voice or that secret garden that is your inner world. Or the fact that I cant have you eventhough I would like to.¨
You are a dream that I would not like to wake up from a memory that makes me smile.
The conjunction of a verb I dont know how to conjugate.
We were collegues,
we are friends
we will be?
It makes you realize feeling close to somebody, does not have
anything to do with geographical distance but more a mental, emotional connecton.
I undress my soul and heart for you I show you my scars and wounds.
Tell you things I tell nobody still my nakedness gives me no shame.
I am a wandering man, with no direction but- forward.
Yet you make think what if I´d settle or at least have your companionship through this journey called life.
"I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship"
The end is not ours to see, only time will tell.
Che sera, sera, whatever will be, will be.
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I search for you in smiles and faces,
among children and elders.
On buses, metros and squares.
Among the dead and the living.
My search is passive but omnipresent consious and subconscious.
I look for my second part to make me complete, my other half to make me full.Those missing parts to make the puzzle complete.
I dont know if you are out there but at the same time i do know you are.
I dont want to be adored, I want to adore,
i dont want to be held I want to hold,
I dont want to hope I want to believe.
I dont want to miss but to be missed.
We dont need to talk because we communicate on a different level.
I dont want to sleep
I want to dream with my eyes open.
I was made for you and you were made for me.
When we fight and call eachothers names you still love me and I love you.
when we make love, we ar ARE love. i feel you and you feel me.
I say your name and i smile
and you say mne and shine.
we dont believe in destiny,
destiny believes in us.
We dont believe in reality
we believe in dreams.
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