What does the cat purr in your ear?

 

A Lot of Sensational Sensations

 

We were two violent violet kids,

We loved each other like children,

Or like killers that mercilessly killed,

They usually kill to change the world,

While grown-ups are dreaming,

Before killings started, I fell asleep,

I might believed I was sleeping,

We fell in drowsy love,

We loved each other like mad,

Losing senses and sharpening feelings,

I saw the world on the verge of extinction,

We were the chosen ones,

We could stop the advent of death,

We were the world’s salvation,

It was the legacy of obsession,

We had in our arms,

 Virgin Mary was there to cry,

Tears, a lot of tears,

God didn’t think about love,

 Jesus Christ didn’t bleed,

No one ever cared,

So that cars kept running,

They needed a lot of gasoline,

Oil, a lot of oil,

People stuck a huge needle,

Right in the heart of the Earth,

Greed ran over a brim,

Black tears, a lot of black tears,

The Earth cried gallons of gold in black,

They crossed alien boarders,

They slaughtered a lot of alien children,

They destroyed alien culture,

We were a tiny part of the alien game,

The highest authority played,

The stakes were high and obnoxious,

The world could be saved with our love,

We were exactly the right sacrifice,

Without which nothing would have ever happened,

We were the biggest collapse,

We were the murdered children,

With blue fingers on the tiles of a funeral place,

Love was our only possession,

There was no return from the garden of sirens,

Sirens fed on the fruits of knowledge,

Wisdom would save the world,

It was what sirens sang,

We got lost in the game we invented,

We forgot to establish the rules,

We played and argued nightly,

What was wrong?

What was right?

What was fair and what was fair not,

Since love is always a victim,

We had sacrificed ourselves,

It’s time to sacrifice love,

She lived inside us,

We had to kill her,

We had to do it,

It was what we did dating each other’s hearts.

What does the cat purr in your ear?

 

To all grown-up kids dedicated,

 

Dating A Heart

 

I grew up in the world of impossible stories,

I swallowed them in one gulp,

I had them for breakfast, for dinner, for supper,

I didn’t sleep,

I dreamt,

This way I kept them alive,

I mused a lot,

I spellbound others,

When I drew treasure maps, they followed them,

An alien settled in my galaxy-wide attic became a permanent dweller,

After he or probably she had survived a flying plate crash,

There were no spares to fix nasty damage,

My Dad’s rubber didn’t do proper job,

A black hole in his or better her spacecraft was doomed to stay unrepaired,

When something is deadly broken,

We stick together as one,

I and he or better she became the best roommates,

I could do anything when I was on my planet,

It had buried treasures under arrogant trees,

It had climbing on board pirates,

They hooked, roped and looted ships,

Spacecrafts pierced the void and killed frustration,

 Filled up with special sense,

Every particle had the brightest colors,

I did believe I did something important,

It gave me goal and strength,

I refused to endure the fact,

My world  was ‘do not enter’,

I didn’t want to keep out my friends and schoolmates,

I dreamt about raising a curtain a bit,

Treating  everyone to a piece of my world,

Dying of anticipation,

Long time before I decided,

I would be a writer,

I told my childhood sweetheart,

‘I know you can keep secrets,

My new bicycle can fly,

How about a flight?’

While she was sitting behind me,

Wrapping her arms around my waist,

I pedaled toward my takeoff of glory,

She clung to me harder and harder,

I pedaled as if I was mad,

I’m sure her version would be another,

‘We ran into the wall’,

I  remember we left mundane ground,

It might be one or two thousandths only,

We flied for a second,

We didn’t crawl,

Then there was a stay away order,

I wasn’t allowed to look and to talk,

It was her shocked and furious mother,

She insisted I was very dangerous,

Because I had almost killed my badly bruised childhood love,

It didn’t matter what they were saying,

What their verdict was,

I learnt to leave mundane pavement,

I learnt to get higher,

Using my will and the strength of my wrath.

 

PS. Merry Christmas to Everyone! It’s grown-up kids’ celebration.

 

What does the cat purr in your ear?

 

 

Big Dreams Small Expectations

 

 

 

She was fragile and petit,

Too tiny for her age,

She was an unearthly creature,

She was a paradise bird,

She sang when she talked,

Her reproachful glances responded,

To my innocent childish rut,

She had a foxy smile,

The details I don’t remember,

The only thing I remember,

She had a strange aura,

It made a lot of fuss,

Now when my eyes are closed,

She surely looked exactly like you,

You that I saw in your childhood photos,

Long-legged, with a slightly big mouth,

With radiant cat walking eyes,

I know that  my description like everything now don’t make any sense to us,

All boys love girls like her,

Next to the girls of her kind,

It was easy to grow up,

To feel a real man growing in your heart,

Loving her was stupid and foolish,

I loved and suffered because of my doom,

I dreamt about the situation that we could be alone,

 Everything was under construction,

I had an action plan,

My action plan was short of action,

It didn’t say ‘if’ but ‘when finally we are alone’,

  I didn’t really know,

What was supposed to happen when,

I fantasized that I was a hero,

I was a knight from the planet of Hearts,

I landed on Earth,

It was infested with giants and evil,

My mission was she the queen,

Though I had a short action plan,

It was loneliness of a knight in armour,

It had lost its sunshine,

I came to change the course of my and her story,

The course of history could wait for me,

But it wasn’t concern of mine,

I approached my goal taking random directions,

I had no army, no horse, no sword,

I walked the longest distance,

I crossed borders at night,

In the shadow of a huge and abandoned by life asteroid,

I was her desolate and never lost satellite,  

I didn’t have pages and vassals,

To make my armour shiny again,

It  was in rusty despair,

It needed to be polished,

For this reason I needed my five minutes of fame.

 

 

What does the cat purr in your ear?

 

 

 

I Want Her To Be You

 

I tossed and turned in my bed,

I woke up in a sweat,

Everything always comes to an end,

I was behind the glass,

Behind the glass the street was deserted,

It was a crystal dream like in adventures movies,

I held a pirate sword in my hand,

I waded through jungle thicket,

After I thoroughly hid my merchandise in the shampoo bubbles,

I smuggled cocaine and heroin into the New World,

Soap, shampoo and cleaning devices were  the New World’s villainous products,

I was an invincible villain,

Because I was honest when I talked to myself,

When the world was corrupted,

My mission was over,

I drank a martini with crumbs of ice,

Thinking of nothing else,

I watched the sun,

It immersed in the crowns,

Painted with rosy light, 

It smiled in its sleep and choked,

Everything including evil was waking up,

For a moment I felt calm,

Sleep walking thoughts made me feel dizzy,

I realized one simple fact,

Whatever was carved in the bark of the Tree of Fate,

No matter what,

It couldn’t be changed,

No matter what,

It would happen,

 I looked through the window and saw lilac clouds,

Over not to be trusted esmerald trees,

I suffocated the selfish ‘I want’,

I tried to understand,

I tried to accept her ways and her dreams,

 Recovering from the eclipse,

 I saw the gates wide open,

I saw the world change,

I understood why it happened,

The world understood,

It would lose us forever,

Because we were losing it,

It was the summary of our story,

I knew that we would die,

Holding each other’s hands,

Squeezing emptiness of glory,

All that we had would stay written on our palms,

We would die without being conscious,

Without losing ourselves,

Somewhere and somehow,

Inevitably we would die,

The same time,

The same date,

We would die feeling great,

Trio works good in songs and in movies,

In real life we have to choose,

I prefer abbreviations,

I choose ‘only yours’ love phrase,

I wanted us loving each other,

Like two violent violet kids,

I didn’t want to get lost,

Wandering in her body,

I gave a cliché answer,

‘I’m dying to meet yours’,

What does the cat purr in your ear?

 

Her Dream Was Incomplete

 

 

 

One more another he says,

‘I want…’

I know the rest,

I try to understand the meaning of what I hear,

It might mean the same eyes,

The same body,

The same hair,

It might mean the same smile,

It might mean the same air,

The way I breathe and I look,

The way I talk and keep silence,

But never  I  am the same,

I must be alloy and alliance,

They think I am liquid,

I am lucent and see-through,

They want somebody like me,

They don’t understand what they think,

They don’t understand what they speak,

My smile is avian flu,

They don’t understand what they want,

I hide me being angry,

They don’t have the slightest idea,

What they do want,

Simply they want me to be there,

They choose a book by its cover,

Or reading a couple of random dim lines,

Or the lines that are served by an author on purpose,

So they can be seduced,

When their hearts start to mime,

They pay for it quite decent money,

Sooner or later they understand,

The lines were for a special buyer,

The much promising lines and the book are two identically different things,

The lines are supposed to haunt,

I don’t know myself either,

In particular nothing,

I was not introduced,

‘I want somebody like you’,

Identical twins are two world and two planets,

Identical people don’t exist,

What If the lines that you marvel are the thoughts,

That are worth to be felt,

The rest lines are nothing special,

They don’t deserve to be read,

Look into my eyes,

Look at spacebars of my body,

Listen to my voice,

Hear my words,

They can be a sentence without parole,

They are often with pardon,

And sentences that make sense,

They are suggestions,

They are proposals,

The sense is my warmth and heat,

It’s my devouring fire,

It does not only keep me alive,

It ignites life in your head,

Isn’t it what you are seeking?

My fingers entwined with yours,

Then they glide along your surface,

Over your breath and tense muscles,

Somewhere on the neck they make a brief stop,

Slashingly they ask,

‘Do you still want somebody like me?’

You start ‘I want…’ and stop,

They leave you no choice, no doubt,

‘If you do, then let it be’.

 

 

 

P.S. Scary?  To death. Till death do us part.