Only one small poem To make everything right; It’s not to show them Any burden is light, Rather a sudden wish To deny I’m foolish. I may lack the will To close a chapter, I linger on. Still. Describe you thereafter, Count words like moments, Imagine your comments. I may badly miss Your candid direct … More One Poem
Vējus manā sejā Tu izkausēji tējā; Un tajā saltā naktī Plaukstas viji taktī: Tikās lūpas salstošas, Zvaigznes kļuva gaistošas. Pie Tevis bija silti – Tavās acīs saules tilti.
Cinnamon-warm hands, Poppy seeds sprinkled in your eyes, That lock of hair immersed in cocoa. I need a soft vanilla kiss That would turn into Freshly plucked melissa. And where is the heart of yours? It beats in a shell of a walnut, Drips tears of lemon sourness, Hurts in the bitterness of rowan, Until … More Two Berries
Told you I can fly, A perfect passer-by: You think I’d stay, But not really; I play. Whenever you seem to meet me, I’ll be on a new flying spree; Airplanes love me more than you, Looks like you never even flew… I never settle with less Than real wings. They bless.
my humble dedication to G. G. M. The one who can make believe In magic of fluorescent sea, Lost lovers who never leave, Fortune-tellers who cannot see, Morbid ghost ships made of fear, A mixture of chocolate and blood Trickling down like a tear From enchanted petals of a bud, Is not just a child … More Realistic Magic
Thank God you are not here tonight, I’d lose my consciousness, my sight. If you came back at early dawn, I’d forget my rationale, my pride, They’d disappear like dew in lawn – Admittedly, that’s my other side. The sunrise might bring you back, my dear, Only a matter of time, I fear… 2011 – … More Absence
Emerging from blue sights of a lost one from afternoons of nightly touches from heart-warming lies Emerging from ghosts to hope for from the heat of the deleted from smiles tuned down Emerging from sweetness, real and artificial from joys, transitory and corrupting from the depths of a stranger
I take reality and turn it into fantasy To get that dreamy boost and some fancy With a surge of heightened emotion Like an inspirational toxic potion
Walking the hot gravel road, Dusty and yellow on a summer day, Making up a ballad or an ode On shepherds and sheep gone astray. They’ll find refuge and shade In the miniature house of white bricks Where their sorrows will fade And a smile will appear on the lips. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MJWQnnXuM3w
Those warm afternoons of amber sunlight: Skin glows, and my hair is set alight, Pages I’m reading – a little too bright, But that’s just a fairy, it’s alright! Sometimes I realize that this is a dream, I could close the book and then scream, Lose the caramel shine, the mild gleam… Since that’s just … More Fairytales