What does the cat purr in your ear?

 

 

 

Philosophy Of Pain

 

 

When the last words don’t say much,

It’s time to use your fists,

Since fists grace the human kind,

Buds started a boxing match,

In accordance with flower arts,

Nuts didn’t participate,

Blooms used forbidden strikes,

They drew their thorns and prickles,

They unsheathed their malevolent pride,

Crying the war of fiery petals,

Good-natured and stingy nettles,

Were ready to make a bet,

Who would win the last mortal battle?

The naked pistils and petals fight,

How many would have been knocked down,

How many would have been trampled and crushed,

If only a bluebell’s trumpet,

Hadn’t released an official update,

In order to stop the uprise,

‘Achtung, Achtung, botanical beauties,

Attention, botanical beasts,

Don’t come to blows, ladies,

Better go and get some tan,

Don’t bruise each other, please,

I’ve seen a black cloud this morning,

The information was checked,

It has been confirmed by an undertaker,

Before I decide to confide it,

In my peacemaking trumpet,

The horse and the silver tree,

Found a safe harbor,

Near the ex-brome field,

Too bare and windy spot for our fellow beings,

That are alleged lovers’,

The horse lord lost no second,

He knew the spot like the back of his hand,

He set off for the ex-safe harbor,

Taking with him an axe,

Very quickly he faced the place,

In the heart of the longest winter,

It was bucolic love,

The horse ran away in awe,

It tried to mislead the disbeliever,

With the first chop he heard a moan,

‘Is it possible?

Trees can feel!’

‘The biggest   pain I can feel right now,

I won’t be able to see my love ever again’,

For the first time in his life,

He faced the love like this,

He hadn’t known that everything had a soul,

He hadn’t known that everything could feel,

Many people don’t know love,

Everyone knows pain,

Pain was something that he knew too,

‘Wait a minute,

What am I doing?

I am committing a crime!’

The farmer wasn’t a villain,

He was a kind and rational man,

He grew up among people,

That always lived for a reason,

We live for no reason,

Like there’s no tomorrow,

It’s the goal and gold of our lives’.

What does the cat purr in your ear?

 

 

 

Brome Hay Served With Love is Much Much Tastier.

 

 

The horse was his only possession,

Sometimes it caused him pain,

Often it put him in indescribable trouble,

Suddenly it was gone,

Without the slightest complain,

He was supposed to feel a relief,

But it bothered the farmer a lot,

The owner felt devastated,

One question was burning his head,

‘Where is my white horse?’

Nobody likes rejection,

The owner owned a wife,

She overheard the flower bed conversation,

She tended the living,

Watering flower pots,

She was a kind woman,

Exactly like her husband,

She took a good care,

Of flowers and their buds,

That’s why she understood,

Flower footle and gossip,

She took care of chickens much,

But hens’ cackle was like Chinese,

A mysterious confabulation,

 

A News Agency ‘Flower Bed’,

 

Flowers sneered with cattiness,

Behind the petals rings,

‘Do you hear the latest gossip?’

‘It is not gossip,

It is a raw fact,

Yesterday the white horse eloped,

With the towering silver tree’,

‘Wow!

I think about eloping too,

With a humble and bumble bee’,

‘I feel sorry for our landlord,

A horse was his only wealth,

As to ‘eloping too’,

You have a too fat stalk’,

‘Would you remind me how many days,

Because I have lost count,

You have been waiting to be pollinated by bees’,

‘I care about his health,

I don’t belong here,

You all are the ugliest flower bunnies’,

‘The farm is his only riches,

To be honest we all have to say,

The mare was very helpful,

A big help with farm chores’,

‘It’s all about them!

It’s all about the horse,

What is about us?’

‘We are not his possession,

We are his treasure, perfection and love’,

‘Then what is about me?

I have an ugly blister’,

One flower shook off dew,

‘I have a hole in one of my leaves,

I was vilified by a green caterpillar,

My beauty is ruined,

I am a rag,

And our lord is not even near!’

‘Tell me how it happened,

Has anyone seen the towering tree?’

‘It is very old news,

You all are in slow blooms,

Are you the princess of elves?

You have so big ears,

Haven’t you heard it yet?’

‘They say it’s a beautiful tree,

Wearing silver armor’,

‘Are you a believer in love at first sight?

Do you want me to leave?

And to come back at night,

Dreaming about tomorrow’,

‘They say it’s a caring tree,

Wearing silver armor’,

‘Wake up and open your eyes,

It is a solid platinum plant,

You are faded and fat dummies!’

 

What does the cat purr in your ear?

 

 

 

Under The Whiskey Sky

 

 

 LOV positive horse,

Ran faster than windy storm,

Two lovers can’t wait to share,

Eternal euphoric stare and one ecstatic kiss,

The full moon, a loyal friend,

Silvered the fortress hills,

The horse saw the half-naked tree,

After the horse was gone,

There wasn’t a blink of joy,

There wasn’t a wink of sleep,

‘I’ve missed your soft husky whisper,

I’ve missed your mighty roots,

I’ve missed your gentle heartbeat’,

With excitement the horse reared up,

In its ambitious attempt,

To give a passionate kiss,

The tree tried to reach its desire,

 Nearly breaking its spine,

It didn’t obey the Beaufort scale,

It acquired the stiffest pride,

An ecstatic kiss didn’t happen,

‘Don’t mind,

Another time’,

The tree rustled ‘I have been waiting,

You didn’t but winter came,

It claimed my lush leaves,

Now my voice is much weaker,

Nobody has been the same,

Since our fate was re-written’,

‘You are my towering marvel,

You give so beautiful love’,

Neighing with admiration,

It lied down to feel the escape,

The tree shed the remains of the armor,

Protecting the horse from cold,

Out of freezing air,

 Venomous laughter rained from above,

A black, cross and grumpy cloud,

Was chuckling with potbellied grace,

‘It must be the end of the world,

What a weird, unmatched love!

I have been cruising the sky,

I saw the weirdest things,

But the love between a horse   and a tree,

It’s an artifact of an eye’,

The black with a bad taste cloud,

Set off to spread the news,

It was its biggest marvel,

It loved to spoil wonder,

Belonging with happy ones,

Everywhere there are grumpy creatures,

They couldn’t find their joy,

They didn’t strive to find their passion,

They are ever jealous of a beautiful love,

Who cared about envy and gossip?

About ‘what do they think?’

Some cloud cried one vesper,

Sunshine smiled one morning,

But someone was very unhappy,

The horse was his only possession,

He strived to find his peace of mind.

What does the cat purr in your ear?

 

 

Weird Love Between The Horse and The Tree

 

 

The horse made the same thoughts,

It had insane fears,

‘The tree will forget me,

Making the ugliest guess,

 That I have forgotten it first,

Everything that we said,

Everything that we felt,

Would be considered to be insincere’,

How can it be forgotten?

It was unfair and wrong,

But how to send a message,

It was tied in front of the front door,

Under a thatched roof,

Near the out of blue unfamiliar wall,

The horse hadn’t known before,

What meant to feel sadness,

It stopped eating,

It only drank,

It neither grinned nor smiled,

It didn’t show its teeth,

It stopped talking to fellow creatures,

Its eyes became empty,

 Sunny and smitten with darkness holes,

It still found brome hay to be delicious,

However without the tree,

The taste wasn’t exactly the same,

The owner was kind and tender,

It cared for his horse much,

He made practical guess,

He was good at making practical guesses,

‘I know the luxury,

The horse has been missing,

Of course it’s lush pasture green grass’,

It never happened to him,

He never felt the hug of sadness,

He could have done the most luxurious thing,

For example, he could have untied it,

It didn’t occur to him,

He tried to treat it to apples and carrots,

Water melon and cantaloupe rinds,

They  were nothing less than delicious,

He provided the best lush tidbits,

It wasn’t the farmer’s fault,

That the horse still refused to eat,

The sun rose before it collapsed,

With winter love came and stayed,

It crossed the sky palm with silver,

Before hope was frozen dead,

Taking the last breath,

The horse angrily bit the bit,

Pulling on lead pain,

It broke the lead rope,

As if it was sewing thread,

Breaking into a gallop,

It raced to get to the tree,

It was the horse’s home,

It’s the place,

Its heart was meant to be,

The farmer was kind and nice,

But the horse loved the tree much, 

It lost its craving for life,

But its craving for love,

Was still waiting to be satisfied,

In order to break loose,

In order to get unchained,

You have to love more than much,

Unless you leave your loving heart,

Somewhat in the wrong place.

 

What does the cat purr in your ear?

 

 

 

‘Thank You For Understanding’

 

 

‘You have such  beautiful voice!’

The horse understood an answer,

The  melodic rustle of leaves,

Moved by a gentle breath,

It was the loudest whisper,

It didn’t believe its pricked ears,

The language of tamed and wild beasts,

Was the language the horse knew,

Because everything can speak,

Only if you can hear,

Trees have a voice too,

Since then they admired each other,

Waiting for dawn to come,

The horse hated the waste of precious moments,

Till the farmer set off for the farm,

It was a short distance,

Measured in light-years,

The tree didn’t get any shut-leaf,

It asked the sun to change,

To reschedule light works at night,

Just one eternity earlier,

It was impatient to see,

The horse galloping down the hill,

They talked about the future,

It was somewhere else,

The tree was tired to count swarovski,

It studied the stars instead,

They talked about the weirdest creatures,

With chlorophyll in their brains,

The exposure to sunlight,

Made them to feel healthy,

Despite any obvious reason,

They looked alarmingly green,

 They talked about globalization,

Sexpeare, wars and Saddam Hussein,

About the kids that were born out of wedlock,

Morals and raw realism,

They talked of the encephalos,

They didn’t forget the phallus as well,

The horse talked about the life,

It saw behind the hills,

The tree talked about all kinds of birds,

It had studied for long years,

It could have been an ornithologist,

Using alternative ways,

They talked about everything,

That could be spoken and felt,

‘What a miraculous change!’

The rider said to himself,

‘Now the horse is ready,

It can help me to do farm chores’,

It’s exactly what happened next,

Doubt and fear are always the worst,

One misty autumn morning,

Nothing disturbed the hills,

The second thought cracked the armor,

It was late in the right season,

‘No reason to gather crop’,

Dreams and fields were barren,

For everyone but the tree and the horse.

The tree stretched its longest branches,

In its attempt to see,

Where had happiness gone?

It saw respective spots in the hills,

Where happiness had never been.