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Irena, 26 lutego 2012

Ominous silence

Not a single sharp sound
of high heels on the wet
crossroads
Just the dark
and nothing more

The passion that evaporates
from the city streets
sticks on the accidental passerbys
The asphalt holds secrets
More than this night
More than this dark

Silence,
Dead,barren silence
A grave,ominous silence
Inbetween these walls
beauty becomes as death
Inbetween these walls
pain plays distant music
that slowly lures all the gods of chaos
to lay down on these beds
In a moment
all turns into a weary cry
of a cut throat
A fare-well to the soul that
has just begun to travel

The asphalt holds secrets
This sticky asphalt hold secrets
More than the night
More than this dark

Tell me
How much would you pay
for a single little
rhapsody
placed in your heart
How much would you sacrifice
for the lips that would
waken from the marble stupor
from time to time
Would you sell yourself

Awake
There's silence screaming
outside
A dead,barren silence
Grave,ominous silence

Do not destroy the cult of chaos
that I've bought from the
dead wanderer
From the dead demon outside
my threshold

I don't need to hear
the sound of the raging
sea waves
to know that the sea is close
I carry the sea in my eyes,
but my sea is a slave of this dark
Now it rests under my eye-lids

Bridges
Across my sealed windows
I see bridges of no significance
There is nowhere to go
There is nothing to cross

The asphalt holds secrets
More than the night
More than this dark
The passion that evaporates
from the city streets
sticks on the accidental passrebys

Inbetween these walls
there's the cry of an unborn child
A white little angel
that carries a message-
we're not forgotten
It lives and dies in a moment

And there's silence again
A dead,barren silence
A grave,omnious silence
Here beauty becomes what death is
Here pain plays silent music

We lay naked on these beds
For a moment,
there shines a line in your eyes
that merges the two distant horizons
And I know that you feel
that in that thin line
There's so much life and destiny
So much of your life
For a moment
And then there's the dark again
And theer's the silence again

Not a single sound of heels on the
wet crossroads
Tell me
How much would you pay for me
to end this charmed circle
in which we are the centre
the only motion
What would you sacrifice
for ten pale fingers
that would dance vividly upon you
From time to time
Would you sell yourself

We lay naked on these beds
But I do not feel you next to me
There's just this absent scent
as gentle as the Sahara snow
And there's silence screaming
from the outside
A dead,barren silence
A grave,ominous silence

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Irena, 23 lutego 2012

Fragile dream

While the fragile dream
abandones me
I can read the destiny from your
palms
Kiss me,
but this time with your eyes closed
And in your thoughts
send me to sleep
Erase me from your own body
And every little trace of me
turn into wind and dust
What once is read
now it's been erased
And when this fragile dream passes
I shall set this bed on fire
I shall paint your eyes red
And I shall seal your lips
I don't want your words
Forget me-for I have already killed you
in my thoughts
And when this fragile dream passes
I shall set you free

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Irena, 20 lutego 2012

Gone when I need you

When someone's gone
it doesn't matter if he ever came
I need you when you're gone
You're gone when I need you,
but that is a different story to tell
I do not believe that you will hear
beyond your hearing
I do not believe that you will see
beyond your sight
And you shall never understand
further than your own thoughts

I could have come to you,
both naked and barefoot
With all you ever gave me,
I could just grow old
Grow cold
For a woman cannot dress herself in
restlessness
She cannot put a distant touch
in her hair
A woman cannot trimm her neck
with someone else's dreams
For the eagle is an eagle
only if able to fly
I didn't come to you
for I had only what you gave
on me

There in the corner
cats make love
It is strange that nothing is born
in this time of night
The night is the deaf time of day,
and the day is the mute time of night
What could you say today
that can last me a lifetime
What words can I shelter hidden
in the heavy cloths of the night
There is nothing

When someone's gone
it doesn't matter if he ever came
All the knockings on the doors
are in vain
All the tiny stones on the windows
All in vain
When the road always leads
on the wrong side
Always further
Always the furthest
When you're gone

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Irena, 20 lutego 2012

Sometimes

I sometimes sit with you
Sometimes even lay beside you
I sometimes search for that one candle
that can light your eyes
Even light your way
Sometimes I talk to you,
but there are so few words
left

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Irena, 18 lutego 2012

When love turns to death

When love turns into
anger
Describe me the line
that separates life from death
And are day and night one and the same
Are we a part of the great wakening that
happens before our eyes
Are we good where we are
Many of us passed the same way,
and we stayed on the same ground
On no man's land
Many of us passed the same way,
and we slept before the dawn could break

When love turns to
rage
Describe me the warmth of your blood
And tell me,do walls grow around us
on their own
Tell me
When love turns to hate
Will you hate me
When love turns to death
Will you let me die

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Irena, 14 lutego 2012

Our paths

Our paths shall cross
They will cross deep blue seas
with white seagulls flying above
They will cross the green Highlands
with white clouds at their peak
They will cross the fury rivers
with silver fish swimming
Our paths will cross
They will cross day and age
They will cross our hope and rage
Our mists and dreams
They will cross all of our lives
But they will never meet...

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Irena, 18 stycznia 2012

The ghost I've been afraid of

When I walk into the room
People bend their heads
Can a man be ashamed of his own kind
Can we be cruel
I come with my descendants
in my arms
I come carrying sins of the future and the past
All the years passed and all the years
to come
I come
I take a stroll
I breathe
I see
I know
Know of islands never found
Know of mountains never climbed
Silence,never hird,never spoken
When I walk into the room
lights go out
Am I the ghost I've been afraid of?
Am I the shadow that crawls slowly behind me?
Can a man be ashamed of his own?
Can a man fail,
even without trying?

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Irena, 13 stycznia 2012

May

The seagull takes his last flight
while the sky patiently awaits
for its inhabitant to arise
Armies crash and burn on earth
Armies rise and fall
The sea is tired of washing blood
We may or may not begin
Fail or even try
We may or may not arrive
We may never stop traveling
Or, we may never begin

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Irena, 5 stycznia 2012

When you choose

When you choose to die
you choose to die with eyes closed
When you choose to touch
you choose to touch with eyes closed
Death is just a memory that fades
Our death is just a part
of our memories
Something ties our souls together
Together we drank sweet rain
from the heavens
Together we threw our hearts
in the cruel fires of the undergrounds
Can life be your punishment
Can the words be our slaves
Could the night not fall
And tell me,could you
recognize me with your eyes closed
For when you choose to die
you choose to die with eyes closed
When you choose to touch
you choose to touch with eyes closed

In your hands
I feel your ancestor's fear
Your palms are tired
You have all the roads of the growing world
laying there
Opening and closing
Your palms are restless
In your chest
I feel your ancestor's fear
Your lips are tired
You have the burning seals of your gods
laying there
Your lips are restless

Take me in you
Fear is just an aimless escape
from our future
Do not seek egzile
for your winds
Do not seek egzile
for your own demons
For when you choose to die
you choose to die with eyes closed
When you choose to touch
you choose to touch with eyes closed

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Irena, 5 stycznia 2012

We stand

Naked and scared
We stand,
in these lines like hungry soldiers
I remember your silent lips-
now with blood
I need your hands to hold me
while I fall,
your hands are now weak
We wasted our wisdomn long before
we could ever use it
We've lost our destination long before
we headed for the journey
This path leads from here
to our own restless hour
From here to our own sin
Now, we are our own punishment
Our eyes are tearless
Dry for the beauty of the world
This world,or any other
I can no longer fight
Fight you or fight me
Fight all the demons we once loved
I will come to caress the time,
now dead and passed
I will come to lay black flowers
on a nameless hero's tomb,
whose soul cannot find peace under this sky
I remember your eyes,
once blue,now tainted from lifeless crystal
I remember your silent lips-
now with blood
I rememer everything now,
for now everything is gone

Can we be now what we never have,
for a moment only
On the tips of our tongues to feel
the strong scent of the silent prayer,
that gives wings to my fears
Tell me,can we?
Will we win...

Naked and scared
We stand
in these endless lines like
hungry soldiers,
waiting for the silence to save us.

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