graduation

After being prompted by @Zornica Genova and @Miloslava to share more of my poems, I promised that I will post it on here, so here goes nothing. The first one is the one I recited at last night's graduation event Dreams I dreamt of your name on a different face, Still i knew it was you haunting my dreams night and day. I dreamt of rebirth and of you in a single night, Could it be that we will rise like phoenix from the ashes one last time? I dreamt of my dreams coming true, All in all I dreamt of you! And now for some of the graduation poems Tell me why Tell me why we have so little time Tell me why the world is of such design Tell me why there is pain Tell me why are we all chasing fame Tell me why we are here Tell me why my dear Success and failure Success and failure are both part of one's way, can last forever or just for a day As they both take turns, success grants us wings, but sometimes failure burns Nevertheless, life goes on pulling our strings. Rooftop A rooftop is a place to think, to gather your thoughts in the blowing wind, to let your mind flow into the starry sky, to watch the birds sing and fly to see the sun and the moon rise, to ask God for earthly advice. @Zornica Genova and @Miloslava I would love to hear your thoughts :) and everyone else's of course :)

out the carnivores of my mother's womb sharpened their wisdom long before i was born i need to smell their bright tracks back and call myself out of my mother's womb * * * the pear fell away from its motherly branches wild seed of a fruitful era to come obsession toolbox i quit my nostrils delegate my underwear to the chimney-sweeper shed my eyelashes click the belly button to undress yet another underwater costume unfit exhale self-sacrifice is an outdated myth too long too used to hang on the dots of someone else's unfinished sentence * * * swift lizards running amok through the folds of the night foam through the horizontal frame of a borrowed sea gaze remind me: i have the map i need to follow the aftertaste of short explosions in the eyelids of long-departed ships body wit a blindfolded captain blames the unreliable ship that could bear just the treasures that are kept from its sight this dream keeps repeating and when the trousers of day unzip their messy cocktails i remember - my body’s the vessel i’m trying to blame

Spaces of Love 1 Equipped with a space suit (Imagined immunity) I dive into vast airy planets of yours. We meet, fingers crossed, Spiral vectors untwined, Your chronicles getting entangled with mine. Projecting our nebulous Days turned to lore, Our act of creation For all to observe, imitate and restore. (Oh, well, with some honestly tiny exception, A passionate splurge I would never divulge.) It’s dawdling sometimes But it’s probably worth it - I'll make you immortal, You got close enough. A last silent witness Recording existence. Voidwalker Exploring The Spaces Of Love. 2 Remove all your carpets Before you invite me. I got used to falling On cold and hard floors. I'm not good at cleaning, I'm not good at sailing Through murky mixed signals And other mixed things. I got good at flying Those spaceships of yellow Through last nights deleted, Though black holes (hearts) to home. (You removed all safety nets, your defenses, your secrets, the space between our lips, so why don't you remove your fucking carpets, how about that?) Remove all your carpets Before you invite me. I got used to falling On cold and hard floors. Can't get so much worse, Can't hurt so much more, I've fallen For you After all. 3 A memory, A fleeting moment, A clingy pestering creature Crawled from the ocean so long ago. So, let’s rehash The same old story, Let’s pull again The same old tail. (Did it always have a tail?) So, let’s rewash The same old tale (It still loves salty water, apparently) Till the coasts of left and right hemispheres Get washed away… 4 All poets are liars. All lovers are addicts. And lips, tongues and teeth - They are all precious coins. For buying some freedom, Connections, confessions, For getting a fix... And for an overdose. 5 This expedition was not fruitless. We found something that allows us To tamper with existing laws, To twist, distort and to transform And still remain alive and whole. It’s poetry - The only way To get away With anything. 6 I’m stuck and I’m drained, and I’m chocked with frustration. My head’s cycle setting is permanent press. My brain getting squeezed by a hopeless intention - Producing six poems in only four days. Those empty white pages, they mockingly track me. I’m stumbling in deadlines and dragging through dread. Those muses no longer can find me attractive And words are refusing to join me in bed. I can’t recognize lines popped up with endeavor - They look and they sound not like me at all. I let them run free, all those cords must be severed, I’d likely do my worst and gladly be done. *** Whatever it is, dear destiny, bring it, But make me inspired and make me complete. My fingers are striking an end and beginning, I frame and present all this meaningless s*** :D :D :D #rantover