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poetry,thoughts,diary

Friday, March 24, 2006

Lies

They said it feels like finest silk
Put me down in their holy truth
but it only did false
and it feels like sin

they quietly covered my eyes
and closed my mind for many nights
forbade me turning on the lights
they made me sang the lies

I've never known the sound of years
nor see the wings of sacred steps
they have never told me truth
it feels like pain and it hurts me through

Friday, March 03, 2006

here is the house

Here is the house
where it all happens
those tender moments
under this roof
body and soul come together
as we come closer together
and as it happens
it happens here in this house

And I feel your warmth
and it feels like home
and it's someone calling on the telephone
let's stay home it's cold outside
and I've got so much to confide to you
with or without words I'll confide everything

So we stay at home
and I'm by your side
and you know what's going on inside
inside my heart
Inside this house
And I just want to
Let it out for you

And I feel your warmth and it feels like home
And I feel your warmth and it feels like home
DM

Okruch

Z popekanej filizanki ciekna krople oceanu.
czarnej gorzkiej cieczy splywa w dol parzaca moc
mokra dlonia chwytam
kruchy cien kubeczka i urywam uszko

A cup

From the cracked one
trickling and streaming are the ocean drops
black and bitter liquid swims down in a scalding power
my wet hand grabs
the fragile shade of a cup and breaks off
the handle

Agnes.Creative

the end of the water

I had the water-hatred
Since I was born
the whirls of coolness
the bottomless abyss
the darker shades of black

We had the moisture-hatred
since we first thought
the hopeless yellings
the never ending yearning
the so called suffocation.

And through this pain and aches and suffering
I can see myself
floating right above
this darkish redish cloth

I can see myself
on the edge
of the water

A.Creative