Sunday, December 30, 2012

The evidence's found!

Never been in city Noir,
kind of lured
to see your place -
no detail should be ignored:
whether shaking hands
or a gaze...

not a lot of words
or actions,
only thoughts
intend to turn
into feelings
and emotions
to attract
excitement's thorn...

clinging at the edge
of essence,
walking between scenes
of crime,
playing a hapless
grifter presence,
you detect the
private eye...

like a policeman,
plain clothes,
found the evidence -
a card!
a gift of poem's
enclosed -
witty, excellent
and smart.

Friday, December 28, 2012

A rhythm of perception

...crumpled, squeezed
in stagnation,
skeletal muscle cramp,
by objective reality,
repeating itself
with persistence
of spam,
processing the present
through the rhythm,

in Phillip Glass music -
thirds and triads ostinato -
pause -
to hear the pattern

reality an encounter,
a synchronicity sign -
the hungry coyote...
a trickster, shape-shifter,
high sensory wired,
no tricks between us,

we often contrary
surrounded by buzz:
too brave -
a form of fear,
a loud laugh or prayer,
and weeping
while happy
in sync.

Instincts. Trust them
every split second,
filled by breath,
absorbed by new flare,
of lost essence...

what is that? how it tastes?
firm? - we will fight it,
soft? - not worth to attend.
Burping, sighing,
clinging for peaceful
to deliver
an instructive story,
connect with reality
here to teach us
the endurance in
a face of delay
without acting,
just stay

to keep an energy
and breath
to listen
to any alternative
we need the pause,
the silent mode.
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Monday, December 24, 2012

A Transitional Train

What a sense of living?
How to change the pattern?
All world's moving
for worse or better.
'Just wanna this beach NOW!'

Memory brings
old times'
vacations, trips...

Traveling train
uploading passengers,
platform's crowded,
my mom - the proud one,
loud applause,
first time
I'm on the trip

A conductor announces:
the train departs,
greeters, please, leave
the cars...
I'm waving goodbye
to the inner child
of mine,
that granted time,
lovely, forgotten...

Tight coupe,
calming tea
in the glass
with coasters,
strangers become
the toasts, the talk
and good luck,
playing the cards...

Taking the nap
under the lullaby:
steady soft rhythm
orchestral wheels...
crossing the border
security cry
during the night:
'stand up where you are' -
and back to the dream...

sleep till darkness,
swallowed by dawn,
burning sparks
imprinted in glass
picture of window frame
in transitional traveling train...

Saturday, December 22, 2012

Winter Solstice 2012

Short day. So bright.
Closed blinds.
The sun's so high
between the lines,
at North Hemisphere

here, my skin
gets dry,
I feel a thirst
of all cells,
squeezed to smile
and enjoy
new makeover...

the small bits,
stuck behind
a diaphragm,
knock in my heart -
lower back pain,
inner child cry,
being archived,
now released...

under the skin
new DNA crystal grid
been activated -
the flower of Life...

now, ready to fly,
hitching to rising sun
my sled...
riding with
the natural course
of events
in New Era!

Sunday, December 16, 2012


Aka vessel of wine
the red strongest extract
filled the body of mine
your holistic impact

kid me - not:
couple cups
kept the flame
of possession,
when you worked
to release
an inflammation
in a session

to restore the balance,
and to ground an approach
wooden board
served as a scale
for reality coach.

Thursday, December 13, 2012

An ideal

You think...
if only everything
could happened
like in your dream:
the right key
on the right time
open all the doors,
and on the other side
your world
accept all rules
and rituals
for happy life...
would you be satisfied then?
for how long?
until you catch
the magic
new spark
at the corner
of your eye...

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

The promise comes Cupido,
full of Love,
reminds about
feelings, asking out,
and begs:
do not give up,
be open to receive
the Love is beckoning
to you
at very next fork
at the road...

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Too much snow...

Mild cold, 
should the weather has excuses...
snowfall forecast as accurate
as Maya's data!
Winter vigorously introduces
new snowflakes design
by divine author.
Pine trees - boasters,         
stretching prickly twigs,
strew the white invite
to crows,
pointing to
snow decor antiques,
wrapped in a cozy
winter clusters.
Too much snow,
piled up by the wind,
cars're snow-bound,
dreaming of new
winter tires,
slightly drifting as if
boats at the piers
at the boulevard
of false believes,
gone in eternity
the happy trials...


Monday, December 3, 2012

First was the thought...

Sunday pattern,
wrapped in the fog,
paint an images
in sepia tone,
plunge the brush
in the heart,
the clouds...

a courage raises,
prompts to a pathway,
down, where hectic
events are unfolding...

the crows,
trying on
different voices,
foreign hats,
the main choral
at the portal
of new dimension...

...emerge, come to surface
all, who can...

trying to sort
celebrities and not -
test the intellectual
built to check,
who dare enough
to destroy them...

the soul exhales freely -
Saturn moved away
from my sign -
I'm risking
to chase love
and life -
it's never felt
so exciting...

whatever the thought -
insights arrive
with one horned Pegasus...