Category: Poems

You can love, you can fly, you can die

You can sleep staying alive

But you can have

Whatever you want

And be dead inside.

Fulfilling the consumption part

Forgetting the rare filling of joy

From freckles on the face of your girlfriend.

You can swim, you can cry, you can die

You can slightly imaging what is your life

When you have never touched it and caught

You just snatch whatever you want.

War is more than a destroyed home and a shattered family.

It is a burnt-out earth with the smell of sulphur and ashes,

Scorched to the ground.

It is the greyness of the air that pierces through to the heart,

It’s the tears that can’t be stopped.

Which you can’t see,

They ooze only inside

And there’s no strength to show them at all.

It’s a child running

But there is no his mum. 

It’s the wife who rushes to the distant sound of bombs,

Where her dashing husband should be.

The loss that cannot be counted.

It’s the suffering

Chokes, grabes by the throat like a whip,

Driving us to a state of despair. 

When crawling and beging can be understood

That perhaps these last days you may be

Giving in to oblivion in the memory 

What the world was like 

Before day has arrived

When the devouring war broke in the home.

On chains over mountains you cannot walk

Only the gods can do that

You have to crawl like a mountaineer

Driving a stake into the wall

Which is sometimes familiar painfully though

Clinging to the rings with a rope

Climbing up until you can’t take it

With the boot with the spikes into the granite to praise and to curse.

Nature is our gift

You will take it as much as you want

To see it, to hear it

And the feelings of consciousness awaken in you

With every move you harden your spirit 

That is not so easy

But it gives you a chance to grasp 

You can touch to the highest 

When you approximate the level of God

Which is only inside you