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Irena, 9 marca 2012

The door in the floor

Sunshine on my eyebrows...
I can't seem to find the door
The door in the floor
that leads to lovers passed
The door in the floor
that leads to conscience lost
I never seem to find you
Never seem to heal you,never hurt you

From the hands of a boy
I drink waters
All the little boys grew into soldiers
All the little girls liked them
Never met them

We carried woods
and nails
Carved our names and put hinges
so the door could open,
but never close
I put carpet on the door
The door in the floor
So noone could see,noone would know
of my lovers passed
Of my conscience lost

Sunshine on my eyebrows...
I never seem to find the door
Never seem to find everything I've lost...

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Irena, 12 grudnia 2012

I've written the words

I've written the words
that fell like snowflakes upon my lips
I've written the words
that legions carried on their shields
through battles and blood
Through day and night
I've written the words
that sparrows carried
through the clouds
I've written all the words
I didn't dare to speak
I've put on my gloves
and threw away the pencils
I still love you.

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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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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, 25 marca 2012

A land of war (You and I)

We're like tired
pedestrians
that walk these nameless
streets
We have no destiny
so we could blame
our failure upon
We have no excuse
for being here
You and I,
we should have known better

This is not the land in which
flowers are born
This is not the land in which
children are born

The cities are empty
can't you see
The Wind that blows
beneath our feet
carries a newspaper with
an imprinted date long gone
All the faces we try to forget
there they are,on the last page

This is a land of wars
There we live,You and I,
My god against your god
My sword against yours
During the day
we w ash the bandages
in the rivers that flow
carrying rust
from the factories that no longer
make bullets
At night we sleep
next to eachother and
who knows
We may even dream the same dreams
We sometimes even make love
so not to forget what love
looks like
We sometimes even sing
Song we write ourselves
Songs of heroes
Songs of hope
Hope that someone hears us
and saves us
Tells us this war is over

You and I,
we're the whole civilization here
We write with fingers
on the walls of the abandoned houses
so our descendants could read
We write with fingers
on the walls of the abandoned homes
hoping we could enter
the history books
or some prophets books
Something like Adam and Eve
But you are not Adam
and I am not Eve
We will have no history
for history dies here
No prophets shall be born
This is the clash of worlds
This war killed everything
it might as well killed us
Barren as we are,
You and I
we could only fight by day
and dream at night

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Irena, 15 listopada 2015

In the middle of winter

When spring comes
in the middle of winter
And it strikes you,
with all its colour,warmth and scent
And all the rains fall upon you
The moon and the sun and the stars
And the wind
Gather all around you
And the rivers and the streams
And the birds and the sheep
And every single stone
from the beginning till the end
of your journey
They all come with spring
In the middle of winter

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Irena, 1 maja 2013

Questions

Tell me,
how did we forget to see
the beautifull things?
Such as the firebugs
on a warm july evening?
When did we last run
among the bushes to hunt them,
while they sleep on the calm grass
that rests from the light night breeze?
When did you last caught one for me?
When did we last stop
to smell the red tulips,
that we place every spring on the table,
in a vase
They slowly turn to the window,
stealing light from the sun
Since when have we stopped
next to them
to watch their waking in the morning
and falling asleep at night
Tell me
Tell me,
when did we last
lay under the trees in the yard
Among the grass
To watch the clouds,
as they travel across the blue skies
over the day,
or the stars at night,
As they stand peacefully on the
black cloth,spread across the sky
Quietly,like soldiers that watch the land,
in the absense of the Sun.
Like guards that watch upon us,
while the night passes
Since when did you not gave me a star?

And the firebugs rest upon the
quiet grass every summer
Still.
The tulips stand upon the table every spring
and they hug eachother,
in the small vase,
like hidden lovers that curve gently
around eachother,
fearing that someone might separate them.
The clouds travel still
across the blue sky,every day
The stars lay still every night on the cloth
spread across the night-sky and watch over us
The stars peacefully guard us,every night.
And we still pass next to eachother,
silently like trains,
through the coridors and labyrinths
that we built for us,
and we didn't even know that we could.
And yet,we never remembered
to build a small station to stop in
and lay our burden to rest.
You and I,
we still look at the clock on the wall
every day,countlessly
and yet,we never notice
the time passing by.
We sharpen our pencils,
and the pieces of paper stand blank
in the drawers
Constantly...
We empty the ashtrays,filled with butts
and we don't even count how many times
did we kiss them,
instead of eachother.
The coffee is always cold
on the table.
From waiting.
From silence.
That is why I ask of you
When did we forget to see
the small things?
The important things....the days of our lives
that count.

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Irena, 24 marca 2015

Kites

We had no need to speak
Had no need to talk
To eachother
To every other
Like children chasing kites
We think our words are dragons
that spit fire
so we keep them to ourselves,
fearing and aching

But one day,
The ache will go away
Our thoughts will become bigger than us
and we will use them as our shields
The kites will fly away
The dragons will die
Words shall remain
And we will tell them to eachother.

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Irena, 2 marca 2012

The tie that binds

It's the tie that binds
It's the hand that ties
all the knots we have to cut

Come take me,
from these skies
to the green mountains
I hate these black drapes too,
my dear
These pale,white marble hands
with palms that bled
and led me here
I wished not these pillows
of thorns
but that is what destiny is

It's the dagger that shines
in your eyes,love
It's the pain I once felt
It is everything I ever wished
to not forget
But that everything is what
you always carry in your pockets
when you come to me

Love
My love
I wish not to wear
these black drapes
I wish not to cut
these ties that bind us
Nor the hand that tied us
Love,my love...
Take me,carry me
Far from these skies
to the green mountains of your soul

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