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A Note

And if I come
I'll bring the dew
Blended with  cruor
Of our veins

And if I reach your hand
I’ll become the tugboat
Of dignity and pride
Preserved with countless lives

Then... If I fall
I'll be the victor (anyway)
By sacrifice of blood
I'll bring the Happy Easter

To those 
Beneath the coat
Of diminishing faith  
a note 

against the rhapsody of hate


PORTLAOISE,
17/02/2016

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Trifle

On early morn
children were playing
at the river’s shore

close to the noon
soldiers came
out of the blue

by the dim
river red
played theirs sins

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For Life and Death of a Poet

Poets
in literal meaning
are not responsive
to normative rules of dying

moreover
just like the Saints
they do not fit into a
written conventions

of the existence
of the survival
at all costs
at the cost of their own greatness

they rather resemble
orphaned fortresses
which has to be taken
meter by meter - as in the past

with the severe blood loss

or permanently straining
among the yellow fields
mossy towers with no vaults
but with the ever-vigilant gaze

poet as gaper
windblown
caressed by storms
until he not falls

never measures
himself as the one
and then all fading behind
for life and death of a Poet
there is no proper time

he lives in himself
stirring up higher and higher
by the abandoned fortification
of horror of consequences

to the moment in which
he is taken - far far away

- In memory of
Seamus Heaney

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All About the Life

So we were in need of sudden blaze
to seizure the darkens with naked eye 
reason your distant shape
and trace origin astray

With bear fields of coal still untouched
bunglers of dirt beneath the frosty hem
as heavens kneels struck by ahead 
with brightness - a harrier gaining strength 
pouring along the earth droplets of dread

O! how I tend in to your embrace
protectress of orchards – look
the pearls of pain overlay my temples
burning same stigma hooks
emerging like lavenders 
		      with moonlit night


So we were in need of sudden blight
around of half of hundred years
and yet it's not enough
to keep the courage in curious touch
to foment the heat out 
of  fingertips – as one
learn again all about the life

	Portlaoise 05/03/2016

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For Every Eylet An Eye

I do not know what it means to be a Saint
ugliness is the mark worn on a grumpy face
midget – cursed otherwise…
a word which no grace the archetype of a blind guess

Shape always begins with a simple say
encircles imagination by spiders web
in kind of oblivion that holds morgue slabs
and bears everything in a clenched hand

But there are beautiful creatures around the earth
there haven glows for them over the deepest night
and here for all and sundry with no exception
believers will count for every tooth two fangs
for every eyelet an smoking eye

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Antipodes

And there...
unlikely as in our world
cold mountains peaks
are grab by top
towards the foot of vale
where springs are flowing 
from oceans depth
In to the rivers lair

no bird can freely fly
without the wings wide spread
theirs haven is liquefied
in kind of melted lead
they pulled their eyes outside
and underneath of deepest gulf
they hid...
theirs sins beneath the eyelids cut

instead of hairs they bred 
subcutaneous larvae
lice have eat their lips
burned to dust 
by meaning 
of an imposturous act

their children are as old as oaks
already turned in to a fairytale
and mothers so bravely young
that all their tears
where shed at once
before almighty set aside 
a hem of brittle sky - tornd apart

they done such things 
that we shall never dream
they fetch such truth
that is unseen
by holiest of the holly books

they do prevail upon 
nor love nor death
or madness all along
they stayed as wild
as we consider ourselves
so rapt and not enough to state
- so civilize

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We'Ll Go Asleep

We know despite regrets
that under bricks of stones
beneath the sea of red
(there) the daughters and the sons
have put theirs heads
for meaning of an forsaken strophes

We know the depth
of tangled words
from toes to head
we’ll flow an our  cause
to gird  it all around the neck

And sing upon...

That our world  
on gardless sleep
is only a fragile thought
of the Atlantis cover deep

We know...
we’ll go asleep
among the falling stars
on reefs of dreams
under the heavy prism
of bended skies

When pond of dark
absorbs the light
of blinded town
and haze’d souls

There... yet 
from morn to dusk
every ardor will fall apart
by pillory of scarlet dawn

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From Other Side

She said
She'd rather die
And yet she's here
By haven’s claim
Or hell’s devine
As always – vain
And ready to outcry
Committed sins
To be once more - a saint

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Fond Ballad

She'd grasped me unwittingly
- we are no more on this earth!
I heard frightened squealing
- we are no more here and there!

those were her last words
big nothing - a simple say
as the end of the world
starts with the end of the day

my love – I'll fallow your way
throughout silvery cobweb
gently plated on horsetail scales
I'll bear thy ashes until last breath

and wind a prophet mad
will blow the tale of dawn
protruding from behind 
the veil of scorching night

with waving shimmer 
across the fading skies
we'd used to be a dreamers
and soon we'll turn in to a dust

we'd used to be a streamers
amongst the ashed stars 
as down below world grimmed
could not resist allure of bars

we'd used to be...
and be the peace with us
we are the leaves of tree
fondly axed apart

    Portlaoise 05/03/2016

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Why the World Spins Around

Shyness of life courage of death
voice that rumbles inside your head 
and burdens like wormwood on weakened chest
or a spring bowl full of uneaten fruits 
beside the dead man’s bed

blind clairvoyant cursed with blessings
and all the sages of the wise 

who will understand and who would withstand
bare feet deepen in sparkling snow
running scared only in nightgown
throughout the speechless mob 
-	and why the world spins around
much the same as the ribbon torn out
with a lock of my sister’s hair
-	and why I'm freezing 
whenever the fireworks ball 
lights up the sky above my home

Oh… scarlet harvest of bodies and souls

I have dreamed that they were sowing
our last breaths in strayed fields
of their own remembrance 
and maybe in a hundred years
someone's lips 
will release our weeping into the world
by simple saying 
-	they also were here
-	they were here!

so gather their voices like wheat in the late summer
and hand them over to starving newcomers

                                     ***

Who will deny that future is only a shadow laid by past
and we are the moths with wings of broken glass
bathed in the scattered light of countless treasures
rescued by from the family tales and legends

from dawn to dusk united or torn apart
we pursue our journey 
throughout the time 

in hope that our dreams 
instead of reaching havens
could move the hearts of stone
and keep them calm for ever

    -	To my mom and aunt
        who both survived the hell of war.