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I once had met a musician

 

 

I once had met a musician

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He declared

The Universe is an eternal song

Where mankind blends in single chord

 

I once had met a mathematician

He declared

The universe is an infinite puzzle

Where question doesn´t equate

answer

 

 

I once had been a poet

I declare the Universe is You

But if you do refuse

In other name I will find use

 

 

 

…………………………….

She texted:

Saturday is the best

And rest days of week turned mad of jealousy

 

……………………………….

 

I want to shake off what is obvious

I want to take off clothes that shade their cameras

Because they call me old pine

And my roots

       Cliche

 

……………………..

 

The heart of Earth is so misused

As heart in song is overused

The heart of dog was fed with bred

The heart of cat will dance with rat

 

…………………..

 

The One Word Prayer

 

As name walks in the air

It bear´s your slender shape

So fame of pallid face

Seals my restless fate

……………………………….

 

Chills slowly travel my spine

As you climb on me like on pine

Squirrel just waits for punchline

Cuckoo dropped tear in child´s eye

 

……………………………….

 

He was born speechless

He died speechless

However he said something between these lines

…………………………………….

 

 

The moan!

 

SEX is in nuclear fission!
Cry of Hiroshima after the nuptial night!

SEX is in cries of students!
SEX is in automatic rifle signing their homeworks!

SEX hides in shots of neon lights!
By SEX were made holy children, who never celebrate Christmas!

Because they are their own Messiahs!

SEX is in unborn Herod banging on the rubber wall!
with mute excuse: I´m sorry to come so soon!

SEX is in sperm that leaks from oil wells!
SEX is in the wetted Arctica excited by kisses of billion machines!

 

Oh, SEX!

that blind alley of evolution

where you just get born and die

For no excuse!

……………………………..

 

 

The War

Defeated soldiers died

Victorious soldiers died

Women who had cried over them died  

……………………………….

 

 

                                                     E y e   s

                                                

                                             …..N     i       c     e

 

                                       ..   ..          N o               ……

                                                           S e

                                                         T o a st

 

                                     H a n d

                                                                                      T e s t s

 

                                                           W a i s t´s

                                                               Taste

 

                                               Lip

                                                                                     Dips

 

                                         Feet

                                                                                               Leap

 

 

………………………………..

Every morning

I pass posters of girls

so imperfectly perfect

The poisonous flowers of hope

While I can´t recall your shape

 

 

………………………………………………………………..

An Akryl

I was standing in queue of gentlemen

Each missing his own head

From necks

Stalks of flowers rose

Some she called hyacinth

Some she called peony

 

I was standing in queue of gentlemen

Each was missing his arms

Just to prove

He can´t harm

 

I was standing in queue of gentlemen

They didn´t have knees to kneel

They were too scared

To show what they feel

 

I was standing in queue of gentlemen

We were dressed in bright Sunday suits

And we swore

We swore

To amuse

……………………………..

When I can´t fall asleep

I seat myself behind the window

to count lighted windows

Till all are killed

And I wonder if they do sleep

Or just turned off to have a better view

 

 

………………………….

Just mad birds need to

Drink from clouds

 

Unjust is fate for a whale

Confined in a Biblical tale

 

Carpet shall be cleaned

To circle footsteps

 

Can you trace colour of shade

Then sun populates tea-cup

 

……………………..

 

Beggers

 

Some for his stomach

Some for his children

Some for health

Some for love

Some for shelter after death

…………………………..

 

 

 

 

Sorrow and Pain are twins

When Pain rages

Sister calms her and weeps

When tears turn dry, they go to the bed

But they never really fall asleep

 

……………..

 

I had a dream within the dream

But you were not invited in

Not Thee

Not Thee

Nor Thee

 

I was standing on Moldau´s shore

Hungry a dumb

you didn´t come

Not Thee

Not Thee

Nor Thee

 

I trespassed the riverbank in that dream

Through Moldau to Labe I sailed till the sea

It was bitter and cold like Thee

 

Like Thee

Like Thee

……………………………….

 

Tell

May sea refuse a single tear?

Lightly like your eyes did, dear

 

 

………………………………..

 

I was trotting my way

Each cobblestone bore face of my mother

Mum, I am sorry if it hurts

But I shall get home

 

……………….

Worms had to swallow her beauty

To keep land fertile

Call sunflowers her grandchildren

And rivers mourning lovers

 

……………………….

 

We are children of forests

We are children of oceans

We are children of trade winds and hurricanes

…………………………

 

YOU ARE NOT

Those three words

Let them lift you and carry

Through

No road

Where no car had been accidently hitchhiked

Where no doctors leave caresses upon a blushing body

Where no preast urge you to sign a petition for an eternally good weather

YOU ARE NOT

Let these words be sung by stars bereaved from planets

Let these words be sung by planets who never met with their light

………………..

 

 

A metaphor

 

That guy had not snatched a fire on Olympus

He shared with people a poignant anecdote

           And taught them how to laugh

Laughter ease fears

                     Laughter ease freeze

Even the empty belly bursts

 

                                                    While knowledge

                         So dark

                                                 So close

 

Man was no longer at mercy of beasts, gods or dictators

                                               Blessed be Promethei who crowd prisons of the world!

 

 

 

…………………………………………

 

 

Write a poem about tea

said Bodhisattva

               and

       disappeared

 

       He wrote a poem about tea

               and disappered too

 

…………………………………………

 

Word blunts the pencil

Time blunts the word

 

…………………..

 

Because

Even the window

Is a part of the wall

 

………………

 

 

And after the advertisement would absorb all light of the world

It will collapse on itself

Just for the sake of it´s immeasurable offence

 

 

…………………………………….

 

Nothing can match despair of mediocrity

Nothing can exceed their norm – despair

 

………………………………….

 

 

There is a norm how long may eyes rest upon the strangers eyes

(from a split till two seconds)

There is a norm how long may two hands shake

(till nerve says: it was already made)

There is a norm how many kisses you may spend for farewell

(in France 2, in Tokyo 0)

 

…………………………..

 

Let happiness drop from blue sky

Call it cheesy pop melody

Let love hide face beneath the tragic fate

By first hands clap you tear it´s haze

Let thoughts wander nude along sordid shores

There count flops of pebbles and faithfull whores

 

………………….

…………………………….

Some just woke up and cry

Some are half dressed for school

Some eat for three at noon

Some wait for lamp´s shine to retire

Some ask for last shot at bar

At the very same moment

 

………………………….

 

Beautiful poems are emanations of light

Moon watch over piglets how they rouge milky sacks

 

Hideous poems are also emanations of light

Sun stooped down to Dachau or Srebrenica

If Love is tortured by knowledge

Then is certainly slaughtered with oblivion

 

…………………

 

 

 

Birds twitter she makes them nervous

Quating sadly Amores Peros

 

In her CV she is merry

With her snack she likes to marry

 

But she´s kind

Not only drunk

 

When her laugh

Does enter sky

 

 

…………………………………………………..

 

Mon espoir – mon désespoir

 

And heart is a sheep pursued by wolves

And heart is a killer signing wounds

………………………….

 

 

 

 

Six lines about God

 

God

Whether he exists or not

He´s a good listener

God

An eternal alibi

God

A Dog fenced by commandment of friendship

God

Merciful prisoner of faith

God

Stewardess candy before landing

God

 

 

……………………………………….

 

 

We are all stories

And each has the happyend

Just sometimes

It takes a long reading

                                                     (written with help of friend of mine Jiřinka Salaquardová)

 

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An Expected Question:

 

 

Did you write it?

No,

I am still typing

 

Beware of caps lock

Press gently my temple

Don´t expect anything

 

 

                 Distant galaxies will pass the airport terminal tasting genitals and feces

 

They can´t stand straight. They can´t carry own luggage

 

                                                               Nor to dream romance

 

          As whales can´t imagine thirst of wells

 

 

                 Before they are pacified by names

 

                                                                                            

                                     between

                 Zero

                                                                    and

One

 

                 lies the infinity I had heard from mathematician

Mentioned in the first poem