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Irena

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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Irena

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

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

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

Irena, 20 february 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

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

Irena, 5 january 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

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

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

Irena, 5 january 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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Other poems: A promise, In the middle of winter, All people have secrets, If I could, Kites, Questions, I've written the words, Coffe-shops, There there, Pale and a little forgotten, We spread words, Angels, No new world, Wrinkle, A land of war (You and I), Back in my shoes, Portraits faded, The door in the floor, I have killed you in my thoughts, The tie that binds, Ominous silence, Fragile dream, Gone when I need you, Sometimes, When love turns to death, Our paths, The ghost I've been afraid of, May, When you choose, We stand, Autumn tree,
 

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