Down The Road

 

 

Breathtaking and Fragile

 

 

The beam of light doesn’t bother to answer,

It sticks its tongue out at a conceited and stuffy top hat,

Many interesting characters live in the mansion,

A moon grasshopper  continues its journey stabbing and slitting   night,

‘Who is a  man in the portrait?

 What does he think?

Why is he distant and sad?

 

It is the longest trip,

He should have changed destination before he made up his mind,

Now it’s late,

He is fragile,

He asks himself and gets no answer,

 ‘How many music boxes will I hide in the chest’,

Life is a breathtaking lie,

 

He isn’t obsessed with his ambitions,

Here earthly pursuits make no sense,

They are an illusion of well-being,

They are motifs in Persian carpets,

Music is whispered by candles dripping wax on candlesticks,

The starving world is locked out,

The most exciting journey is a journey from heart to heart,

The most lethal passion is swaying from heat to heat,

 

Life looks beautiful,

Life seems to be easy till we decide to give it a shot,

Only living life we can see it,

How generous life is when it offers,

How greedy life is when it takes,

How cruel life is when we suffer,

Beware of life bearing gifts,

 

There is no welcome but speaking silence,

It recycles the haunting ‘why’,

‘I was a loving life person’,

‘I had admirers, lovers’,

‘One night I opened the door’,

‘I saw the truth’,

‘It was heartless and cold’,

‘I touched Heaven’,

‘It felt like a floor’.  

Down The Road

 

 

Top Hat

 

 

It is very old,

It is all but forgotten,

The owner takes a good care of it,

People piously clean and protect arrogant top hats,

Top hats should look expensive,

But what about being truly loved,

 

The last owner  is  much more than a hat brush,

To keep ambitions looking as good as new,

He is something like top hats’ savior,

His age is unknown,

It is all-time sensation,

It happened one beautiful morning,

 He entered the antique shop,

Like spring salvation opened the door,

  

His voice was remarkably raspy,

‘I’d love to buy this’,

The buyer touched shiny black silk and money jingled,  

The top hat understood nothing,

It couldn’t see the new master,

Before the top hat was put in the box,

It shuddered and fell in love,

 

The top hat was afraid to die in the hat box,

Forgotten on the top shelf,

Possessed by unclassy people wearing moth-eaten jackets,

It was saved from slow inelegant death,

Remember top hats may act rude,

When they feel  overlooked and threatened,

Now the snob is facing the curious beam of light,

 

‘Welcome to the temple of  the mysterious science.

On your way out,

Don’t expect me to turn you into something that is prosy, pretty and dull,

Into a bunny or a bouquet of flowers,

This place is not a circus,

My owner is Houdini of souls,

I’m not a magic prop, nosy beam of light’.

 

Down The Road

 

Despair in Love

 

 

‘You know I like you,

You are an exception,

It is the world where I live,

It has no rules,

It has cruel intentions,

My name is Despair,

And I am in love,

 

I’ve been in love since the first episode,

It’s the moment I met the one,

I looked up at the door,

You crossed the threshold,

I wasn’t confused,

I was afraid,

‘Terrorized’ is the right word,

 

I don’t take care,

I am fallacious,

I am a careless slave,

I love, I hurt, I cry,

I write dedications,

Pardon my minor depressive digression,

Nothing can’t stop my hunt,

Even if I die in the end,

 

My heart is the Gordian knot,

I’m trapped in the intricate lace of your iris,

I hear screams in laughs,

I see sadness in happy smiles,

It’s a rainbow in your eyes,

It’s worth enduring much,

Storms, lashing rain, pain and destruction,

 

Be my knight with a serial killer’s sword,

I don’t mind its precision and sharpness,

Come by more often, my heart,

My love doesn’t know decay,

It always abides in me,

It crucifies my thoughts,

When you are behind the altar,

I kneel in prayer,

Welcome to the temple of sadness’.

 

It’s not polite to stare,

The isle of light clumsily jumps,

It drowns and disappears into the host’s top hat,

There is no time to spare,

There are other lessees to meet,

Soon satin darkness will crack and the host will come back home,

He sees all things better when they are lost in the dark.

 

 

Down The Road

 

Late Night Visitor

 

 

 

A rug runner devours steps,

Where is a draft coming from?

The rustling of reeds is a hushed voice of silence,

Night hangs out with dwarfs and elves,

If it wasn’t for play of light,

The truth would be pale and scarred,

It would be unsightly and naked,

 

The owner loves spacious attics,

Long hallways and boudoirs,

Intimate atmosphere is the queen of his bedrooms,

He has a strange foreign accent,

Where is a host?

How does he look?

What country is he from?

It’s useless to ask unanswered questions,

 

He often leafs through ages,

Manuscripts and yellow press,

Masterpieces and random letters,

He hates his job,

It’s his punishment,

It’s his curse,

But he made a fortune solving old style crosswords,

 

Seconds are always busy,

Only time doesn’t change,

It takes a glimpse of faces,

And antique Murano glass lamps,

Time manipulates emperors, kings, princes,

They intrigue and wage wars,

Before they become allies,

 

Nobody pays him a late night visit,

Except for an isle of flickering light,

The isle of light is drifting,

It’s a quiet and sloppy journey,

It roams and stains watercolors and oils,

Suddenly it makes a stop on the painting,

It hangs next to the bullet hole,

The painting’s name is Despair in love.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

XXLove letters

 

 

 

When everything is said and done,

 

 

 

 

She moves in time with the rain,

He paints streets in a slapdash manner,

He’s spilled too much rainy paint,

May be he is insane,

A painting is seen as a whole,

He briskly steps back and looks at his web with his eyes half-closed,

Meantime she disappears round the corner,

 

Buds haven’t swollen yet,

The ocean of roofs has been breathing,

It inhales morning mist,

The mill doesn’t turn,

 Pigalle is a lazy seed,

Behind the veil of fog Gods and mysteries hide,   

Spring wakes up slowly from  winter coma,

 

The word ‘sadness’ will be replaced,

 ‘Melancholy’ sounds better,

It’s more beautiful,

It’s the disease of aristocrats and cats,

She’ll leave the most precious piece of herself,

In the place where she loved,

Before the thin heels vanish into thin air,

 

Don’t believe what they say,

Love is not inexhaustible,

No,

One day it ends,

One night it breaks a heart,

You’ll revive it,

It won’t beat,

No twitch in response,

No motion in winter glow,

 

She almost runs down rue de Clichy,

Her heart is brave,

Her mind is a coward,

Maybe she is insane,

Addressed letters are in her bag,

The woman hastily enters Nouvelle Athenes,

Paris is a fantastic place where everyone meets everyone,

Without meeting each other,

Not just for a cup of coffee.

 

XXLove letters

 

 

 

When I wake up in the void,

 

 

I open my eyes,

You haven’t left yet,

I remained silent looking at you,

You bent your head to kiss me,

I wish you stayed here,

I wish you said something,

I wish we talked more,

Until the sun slowly fades behind trees,

Until it shuts the heavenly door,

 

You always leave as if you were on the run,

Now you are leaving,

I have to blame,

Whom?

I have to curse,

None,

Is it my fault?

Or is it her?

That you are always leaving,

 

I’ll get rid of the feeling to be a sellout,

I will ask you for nothing,

I can’t give you a thing,

The method is simple,

I can give you a reason,

The void is inside me,

The void is around,

I wake up every morning hugged by the void,

You would recognize it,

It’s the void of an empty dream,

 

Every night I wake up in the void,

I get accustomed to it,

You left,

You are always leaving,

Why are you doing this?

Are you afraid?

Maybe you hate wasting time,

The crowns of trees are red,

Will you look for me if I get lost?

The bells of Sacre Coeur are ringing,

 

It’s the picture of us,

It was never delivered,

Frame it with silver and wood,

I hope it will never break,

As I broke,

I was made of the wrong matter,

A broken dream was made once,

I don’t dare to blame the Creator and fate,

No one blames you,

 

There is no other chance.