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Irena, 18 january 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, 26 february 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, 20 february 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, 14 february 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, 23 february 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, 1 april 2012

No new world

Are we going to build
a new world
upon these cracked fondations
A new religion
in these destroyed temples
I am waiting for you
by this altar
covered in the scent
of a thousand faded candles
Like a sacrifice,
with noone to be sacrificed to
Like a believer
with noone to pray to

Now all fades
The moon from which
we stole silver in the quiet nights
now moves to another sky
and takes all the stars
with her
With dawn the sun shall go
We are condemned to darkness
and exile

Tell me
Have we sinned
All we did was love
And if love can be a tyran
isn't then life as same as death
A kiss same as a whip
and how can we build now
A new world upon these scatered grounds
A new religion in these destroyed temples

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Irena, 24 march 2012

Back in my shoes

I flee from these shoes
so that I could come
and meet you
And in an instance
I am scared by the innocence
that trembles upon your smile
And you
You're afraid I might not
like you

"What would you think of me",you say
"I come hours late"
And I think
If you were a minute earlier,
I wouldn't have been here
"You come on time",I say
and go back in my shoes

The cab-driver
doesn't know the destination,
and we don't care
If it is too far
we could walk
so to trick the time to last
longer

Your pockets are empty
I put my hands in them
It is warm
This is where I belong
I want to cover them with leaves
and dirt
so that I could hide it from
other
Like a dog hiding it's bone

There are no wrinkles
on the photographs
You're always smiling on your
passport picture
Now I know why there aren't any
on the travelling tickets
The conductor would have cried
if he ever saw the passenger's eyes
It is easier this way

You come on time
but you never stay long enough
I always miss you
and have to go back
in my shoes

The cab-driver says we're there
and I wonder whose address is this
and why he always takes us
to the station
The platforms have remembered
the soles of our shoes
and the tiny,little wrinkles on them
made by the little pebbles
on the street
The benches know exactly when we're going
to sit
And the whistle of the train
knows exactly when to shout
So that you can't hear me say
Come back...come back again...

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Irena, 16 april 2012

Pale and a little forgotten

I have no courage,
nore the need
to ask for name and habits
To ask for age.
I may love you
just the way you are
Unknown
I have no courage,
nore the need
to ask for hopes and fears
The scars you may have
The love you may never
hold
I may love you
just the way you are
to me.
Pale and a little forgotten
So you can rise
from the depths
of my soul
and sink my ships.
So that I could start
over
and over
and over
again.

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Irena, 12 december 2012

Coffe-shops

Coffe-shops were closed
when we arrived
Our baggage was lost,
our wallets empty
You asked me if I wanted
to dance
I said "Yes!"
You smiled.

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Irena, 23 december 2011

Autumn tree

We have met before
I was sitting on a small leaf,fallen from an autumn tree
and you were dancing,
with a small stone inbetween your fingers
If you could have remembered to stop the day from dawning,
I might have stayed
But now I live that night over and over,
and it is never done.
I knew we have met before
I was sitting on a small flower,like a little insect...or I wish I was
But you were there,flying around with your thoughts
Not noticing,
Not caring,
Not remembering
But you were there
More than anyone,you were there
And we met
The rest is nothing
The rest is me as myself,sitting on a small leaf fallen from an autumn tree

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