The  Cat thing may be about killing property of the haunting romance that looks more like obsession. It may be about the tormenting haunting guest for our twin flame. It may be about the belief that says ‘the people we love are always with us’. On both sides of the very last frontier. It may be about a lot of things. However throughout the Cat thing there was a faceless somewhat evil  she presence whose existence was questionable but her role was very clear. So only ghostly torturing he can balance ghostly her because I’m justice obsessed and romance addicted.

 

 

XXLove letters

   

 

 

Date When I finally knew what to do

 

 

 

A woman,

 

In a trench coat,

 

And in a black wide brim hat,

 

 

Hiding her wells eyes,

 

Stabbing the pavement she ghostly hurries,

 

She is very quiet,

 

She has to get there,

 

Before she changes her mind,

 

Before everything starts looking bad,

 

What a beautiful city!

 

There are not many people that happily live in it,

 

The shop windows get dirtier, dimmer,

 

It’s the loneliness of tall buildings,

 

There are no souls behind sweating windows,

 

What a shame!

 

Old people are everywhere,

 

Even air does not breath,

 

Actors don’t play for free anymore,

 

They refuse to play for three people,

 

It’s an outdated Shakespeare’s belief,

 

Their hands are fragments of words,

 

They know languages of foreign lands,

 

Everyone feels a stranger,

 

Everyone feels unwanted,

 

Without leaving the beautiful city,

 

Cotton wool clouds shawled old zinc roofs,

 

Rolling down tiled tired faces,

 

Tall undressed trees are dressed in sick fog,

 

Someone who is hidden, invisible, mighty and huge,

 

Who can be seen only at a bird’s eye angle of view,

 

Sometimes he lets the sun shed little warmth on the well tailored city,

 

The sound of her steps isn’t loud,

 

It speaks to the heart of each cobblestone,

 

After all spells have been whispered,

 

The sound departs and climbs up,

 

It flies the highest,

 

The sky knows the future revealing the present,

 

It knows what will happen,

 

But it still doesn’t know why,

 

Right now it wants to flood the entire city,

 

Drowning it in the tears of wrath,

 

She might be given an eviction note,

 

She has twenty four hours to pay her rent,

 

Or she must go and find all the things,

 

She forgot in his breast pocket,

 

She lost in the past of her dreams,

 

She may hurry to the post office,

 

An envelope corner can be seen in her bag,

 

She has a rendezvous in the café,

 

In Paris,

 

 In Paris men meet women,

 

And women meet men,

 

 It’s the best place to meet someone,

 

It’s the best place to lose sight of love,

 

Staring at the sky reflected in cobblestones.

 

 

 

 

What Does The Cat Purr In Your Ear?

Pray Everything Was Just A Dream

 

He fell asleep and never woke up,

He wasn’t ill,

He wasn’t complaining,

Except for his constant grief,

It had been living in his eyes,

In his head it had always been raining,

One evening his girlfriend came home,

He showed no sign of life,

He lay in bed,

Elvis was singing,

She thought ‘Finally grief killed him,

It’s terrible! He is dead!’

A doctor examined his motionless body,

It wasn’t death,

He fell into the deepest sleep,

The doctor said ‘He is in a coma,

The best hospital is what he needs,

I’m truly sorry, Miss’,

He spent thirty years in a coma,

He became a renowned medical case,

The most prominent doctors only shrugged their shoulders,

There was no sign of improvement,

His last beloved was alive,

Life is a miracle,

It could not wait,

She got married,

Her children grew up,

They had children of their own,

They had mortgages, husbands and wives,

Everyone got little elder and wiser,

Everyone had a place to call home,

The medical bills continued being paid,

He kept living and hating wonders,

‘What a travesty!’ some people said,

He didn’t mock only life,

The most famous living dead in New York,

He mocked and teased death either,

The authorities and doctors had many discussions,

How to treat a hopeless case,

Surely they looked down on wonders,

The verdict was ‘It’s an irreversible coma’,

He was declared brain-dead,

Moral disputes calmed down,

Without making much noise,

The hospital administration unplugged the artist,

Citing the right of a dignified death,

It didn’t make any sense to keep alive a ghost,

Who had been roaming Earth.

 

Epilogue

To get lost in hell is very easy,

All that we need to do is to roam the dream land,

Not feeling  rushed and busy,

It’s how he got lost,

Yesterday he cheated  the gravity law,

All Saints’ Day candles burned out,

It happened  yesterday morning,

Today he would be late,

They  shed no light anymore,

It’s how he kept flying.

 

 

What Does The Cat Purr In Your Ear?

After Words

 

 

 

A passerby doesn’t hurry,

He may like walking in drizzling rain,

Suddenly he stops,

Something upsets his thinking,

He reads the top headline,

Running across the local newspaper front page,

It says that someone whose name is well-known was removed from life support,

It happened yesterday morning,

It means today is late,

He was from a lot of places,

He lived everywhere,

He was born far away,

He left and never came back,

After he spent thirty years in a coma,

He died peacefully in New York,

He was a man of savoir vivre,

An artist, a writer, a poet, a maker,

A party hearty type,

An enemy and a friend,

He didn’t knew what was a writer’s block,

He was a giver,

He was a taker,

The multitude thought he was an idol,

His opponents thought he was a stain,

A colorful one on white clothes,

Everyone wants to remove it,

But it usually leaves persistent orange and green specks,

His boheme life had many shadows,

They say he was a passionate man,

He loved alcohol and women,

And any kind of entertainment,

It couldn’t be called noble,

Once it even turned into a nightmare,

Causing a constant dread,

A satin frilled white body was liquefying and turning red,

Melting the frozen pavement,

Attracting gaping onlookers,

She was a famous singer,

She fell to her infamous death,

She jumped out of his bedroom window,

Somebody said she left a curse,

 She didn’t leave a note,

Entangling, obscuring the mystery of her winter suicide,

The cause of her transparent death,

Later a lot of things happened,

He never failed to impress,

He started to settle down,

Enjoying a simple life,

He lived with his long-term girlfriend,

People’s attitude stayed the same,

Bipolar, loving and hating,

Nevertheless schoolgirls were supposed to go red,

Bowing their heads and lowering their eyes,

Every time they saw him,

The newspaper spread hosts his story,

He always aroused discussions ending with question marks,

During his life he despised earthly worries,

During his silent travel to death,

He became a renowned medical case,

Let’s say one of professors’ highlights.

 

 

What Does The Cat Purr In Your Ear?

 

 

Evaporating  Boarders

 

 

Our laughter, smiles,

Tears and movements,

They have a plus or minus sign,

 All are electrical signals,

And nothing else,

Their power differs as well,

Charges ran into each other,

Creating magnetic fields,

When minus and plus signs are ideal,

Attraction gets much bigger,

It may light up the light bulb of love,

  You surely would criticize me,

You would call me a soulless cynic,

But when I close my eyes imagining  love,

People light bulbs dance,

They happily laugh,

And outdoors it heavily snows,

The difference is in glow,

More love means more light in your eyes,

The heart starts to slow down,

Bytes don’t pulse anymore,

Only the clock ticks humming,

Again the hands are busy,

Again they can continue,

Giving rhythm, noise and pace to waking up and never ending world,

Like every morning before,

A nurse’s steps become silent,

People patiently wait at the hall,

A red sign has been drawn by someone,

A long time extinct tribe would know the meaning,

It’s ‘return’  on the snow white wall,

It silently leaves the wall,

Hovering in midair,

Despite his eyes are closed,

He flies to the red spot,

Tearing clouds and stars,

He hurries to get there,

He returns to the place,

He took his first breath,

 This place has been forgotten,

The infinite blue whirls higher and higher,

It was a hospital window,

Just a few seconds before,

 The grieving heart fails to endure,

It smiles at a line of clouds,

Ripping the blue sky in two,

It flies away somewhere,

Where everything is true,

It looks like an autumn leaf,

On its way somewhere there,

It sees a bench, a forgotten newspaper,

Publishing the indifferent RIP,

Getting wet in drizzling rain,

Finally it lives,

At last everything is clear.