steve, 18 january 2023
I'm sorry for what I said.. that turned your heart to stone...
But the love that drew me close to you.. is what I've never known,
I never meant to push you.. or turn your heart away...
I thought the strength I felt in you.. might help me find my way,
I don't know what I've done.. but the rain keeps pouring down...
As this broken heart cries out for love.. that's nowhere to be found,
I'm sorry for the friendship.. that I never got to hold...
Or the truth that's in my heart... I should have never told,
For the shoulder, I can't cry on.. for whatever I did wrong...
Forgive a broken man.. who's been lonely for too long.
steve, 18 january 2023
If you can't feel my love, above anything you've known...
After everything I've done and everything I've shown,
If you can't hear the words, that I speak to only you...
And know there from my heart, and every word is true,
If you can't see a time, that has peeled away the years...
Knowing time is running out, as are all my tears,
If you can't give to me, the only chance I need...
As you cut me with your words, and I just stand and bleed,
If you'd rather have the fantasies, that live inside your head...
Instead of flesh and blood, that can take your heart to bed,
If you let me walk away because you say that you don't care...
Then you're doing me a favor, because you were "never there".
steve, 18 january 2023
I've run "out of words" to say to you... but don't want to say goodbye...
Or let go of the dreams I've held... believing we could fly,
But one believing is not enough.. for love must be two...
No matter how hard the truth is to face... I'll never wake up with you,
I've carried this torch for so long.. my world beginning to burn...
As flames blow up all around me.. my life I cannot discern,
It's as though I'm under a spell.. and can focus no farther than you...
And try as I might to break down your walls... I've yet to ever get threw,
I don't know how long I can hold on... I don't know if you'll ever see...
I think I should throw my dreams to the wind.. and hope it sets my heart free.
steve, 18 january 2023
When at last we are accustomed.. to shoulder what we load...
Life will put a curve.. on a straight and narrow road...
No matter what the obstacle.. that's placed in front of you...
You rise to the challenge.. and what you have to do,
It's a trait that I admire.. it shows how strong you are...
It makes me proud to know you.. and how you've come so far,
The strength you have within you.. that others clearly see...
Was "something that you gave".. and made a better man of me,
It's a reason I was drawn to you... like the moth is to a flame...
It wasn't just your beauty.. this heart had longed to tame,
Your spirit is so complex ... with sides that you've kept stowed...
Or a stallion that runs free.. no man has ever rode,
I look up when I see you... what you gave to me is real...
Strength, love, and hope.. are the things you make me feel.
steve, 18 january 2023
I know we've had our share, of arguments and fights...
But I just want to lay with you, and turn out all the lights,
I want to put the past, behind where it belongs...
And make up for the things, we have both done wrong,
I want to put you first, and be here every night...
And when you've had a hard day, I want to make it right,
To show you that I love you, and just how much I care...
For you will never be alone, I am always there,
There's no one that I need, I need only you...
And I'm hoping that you feel the same way that I do,
I'll do anything for you, anytime, anywhere...
You don't have to ask, you just have to care,
Marek Gajowniczek, 17 january 2023
Dobry dom nasz potrzebuje otuchy,
kiedy styczeń nam bliskich odbiera.
Choć odchodzą, zostają ich duchy
i próbują pozostałych wspierać,
że to fala kolejna pandemii
i normalna kolejność losu,
którego nie możemy odmienić,
lecz zrozumieć jej także nie sposób.
.
Pani Zofia była była starsza ode mnie.
Sąsiad Marek o wiele młodszy.
Chorujemy i nie jest przyjemnie
myśleć o tym w sposób najprostszy.
Wielu zdolnych, przemiłych, wspaniałych,
żegnaliśmy w tym styczniu seriami,
a jak czas potraktuje nas samych?
Uciekamy od tego myślami.
.
Przypomni czasem szpital na SORze,
albo ból ostro w krzyżach zadzwoni.
Przeżyliśmy, więc nie jest najgorzej!
Modlimy się i prośba nas chroni.
Wciąż zwalniając, nie chcemy się godzić
i codzienność jest dla nas wciąż droga.
Nawet, gdy łatwowierność nas zwodzi -
jeszcze płomyk nadziei nie dogasł...
Satish Verma, 17 january 2023
Mysterious weather.
You cannot breath in rose
garden. Time crawls.
You cannot smile.
The raid on cuckoo's nest was
disastrous. No eggs.
You can see through
walls. Undressing was a ritual
to shed all the norms.
Satish Verma, 16 january 2023
The flame springs to
burn my hand. Blood drips drop
by drop from a hole.
I am signing red.
Inertia sits in the veins.
Do not know any god.
End and beginning
have become one. I will
calculate sins.
Marek Gajowniczek, 15 january 2023
Piszę, więc żyję!
O wolność słowa rusza kampania.
Chcą bym dał szyję.
Bez możliwości rozpowszechniania.
Nie ma cenzury, ale jest zmowa!
Bez wydań, druku - Uśmiercą słowa!
Dotrwały dotąd w wolnym wyborze.
Na innym świecie ożyją... może?
Marek Gajowniczek, 15 january 2023
Propaganda zęby szczerzy.
W zapewnienia nikt nie wierzy,
że może być łagodniejsza,
gdy jest w mediach z pierwszych - pierwsza.
.
Na powszechnie znanych wzorach
od poranka do wieczora
tysiąckrotnie powtarzana
kły kampanii szczerzy w pianach.
.
Żaden sprzeciw nie pomoże.
Spór się może skończyć nożem
w sądzie, na ubitej ziemi
o zwycięstwo, gdy jest remis.
.
Na sąd nie ruszymy ławą,
bo Unia i sąd i prawo
okopały się w systemie
czekając na przesilenie.
.
A choć z kraja nasza chata
w wojnie toczonej przez lata,
jesteśmy już tak obici,
że nikt wezwań nie podchwyci!
Nie stanie "W obronie słowa",
gdy Naród - "Wielki Niemowa",
słyszy w kraju bez cenzury
w y ł ą c z n i e partyjne chóry!!!
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