Celestial Rituals

Touching the smell of a free soul,
Floral songs amidst the morning dew,
Serene nature with a divine beat,
And to picture you within my arms is
Today’s reality for a perfect smile,
Next, for a tree to hug – a celestial ritual,
Then to walk barefoot on our earth,
Reaching a beauty beyond compare.


The Uncertain Tomorrow

There was once a window,
Where I could glimpse
The trees of life blossoming,
And yet, in the headlines,
I hear the screams of humanity
Fall off from the edges of sanity,
As if on the verge of extinction,
And all I have right now are
Truthful strings of kinships,
Melodious songs of friendships,
As I move on to a new era,
To shape the uncertain tomorrow.

To My Adorable Snowy

Lest I forget, have I ever loved another?
Few words to fulfil a small void within,
Adorable beauty from a royal’s henna,
As white as a snow from head to paw,
Snowy’s best are in her soothing purrs,
Her massages and the infamous meows,
(only heard for food and – no, just food!)
But even so, this is a piece to my Snowy,
Lest I forget, have I ever loved another?

Energetic Spring

A story withheld from whispering Earth,
A decision during the fierce Winter storms,
Now that Spring has revealed its warmth,
Smiles are reconnecting at Plac Litewski,
Fountains of joy dancing among pure souls,
To discover one is a blessing beyond compare,
So, run towards her arms to delicately touch,
And let her bathe under your energetic Spring.

Floral Musical

Spring in its royal eminence dances,
Early birds chirping in admiration,
Butterflies tip-toe in a daily ritual,
Along with the sun’s bright rays,
All collaborate for her blossoming,
Delicate petals glitter in freshness,
Adorable purity in her infinite scents,
This is the renowned floral musical.

Your Own Beginning

Soar amongst mountainous clouds,
Imitate thrones for sacrificial wisdom,
For you may be the anointed one,
On that blessed lifechanging day,
Read between the lines, read Earth,
You shall – after a day’s enlightenment –
Gain what devoured copious souls,
To foretell what others could not,
And that will be your own beginning.

Repainting a Self-Portrait

What was once an era of devious confusion,
Now a steadfast return among my men,
Bled out of hunger in this plastic projection,
Several years lost searching in blindness,
Revelations about a distant past to withhold,
An answer to a question I never meant to ask,
Alas, a wishful thinking for an overnight stay,
Amongst Earth’s wisdom and harmonious warmth,
Not a chaotic maze but a vast fading mirage,
An illusion for a temporary rhythmic laughter,
Thus, for tomorrow, many shall be filtered out,
Those cheerful claps for my burnt funeral,
Perfidious figurines dancing at a drowning ritual,
No more – an awakening – an enlightenment –
A plastic world forever recycled for an ascension,
Resurrecting all symbolism to be a sand granule,
Repainting the true smiles of a self-portrait.