The curse of being a poet
To see a beauty and misery
of the World
...
Everything seems so grey and fade,
my thoughs,
grey lambs on the grey sky
...
The wind carried the thistle fluff far away
The wild geese cried: 'Adieu, adieu'
Even the feathers penned their farewells
on thewater surface
...
In my soul I belong somewhere...
I don't know where I belong to.
Maybe somewhere to the distand land
...
The heart of a poet
is winged crystal bridge
marked by stomping boots.
The world in rush
...
Me...My love, I am as my country,
formed by the fire
and know the battle-scars
I've tasted kiss of Juda
...
I hate You and I love You
with the same power
Yes, You, my dear
my joy, my happines, my strengh
...
Cry, if you have to
but then - cry like a child
cries for the warmth
of mother's embrace
...
High above villages
high above fields
high above human effort lies
the ruins of an ancient temple
...
The Nightingale
sang softly to a Rose
of the place
where the day goes
...
Stand still, pilgrim
With no hesistation
The Sun bows its head
to greet the desert sand
...
He saw her in the immense
nothingness of universe
Attracted by his theresness
She came closer
...
Swallowers of memories
(Free trandlation from Czech language)
The sun blew from ruptured veins
...
You have no home in the starry sky
nor between the clouds, You dwell
nor in the abysmal sea
...
Placidly roams- takes what comes
bare are the bones
nothing remains hidden
...
Without formal education, self-taught everything 1998 diagnosed with hearing loss 2016 diagnosed with aspergers I see the world differently and because I am almost deaf, writing/reading became my only form of communication and bridge between the worlds.)
The Curse Of Being A Poet
The curse of being a poet
To see a beauty and misery
of the World
The conflict, the fall
and rising of a Man.
To Feel the urge
set Yourself on the fire
and put the whole struggle
into rhymes.
The joy of life
and sometimes senseless effort
when - the more You try
the less You can gain
the tenderness of love
the biterness of hate
the cry of tormented soul
and its pain.
To be wide awake
while You keep the power
and the fragile beauty
of your dreams.
When
To dream means
staying alive.