Island

weird, i had something at the back of my mind, looking for it, it was the beautiful
King Crimson song and i couldn't remember!

Islands in the Sky

https://youtu.be/GGm3okQsQxU

Island

of course there are

islands in the sky.

and  of course, we will die

i want my island

here , on earth,

for the time

we are given

maybe not an island

but a home

in the waste land

a wing of you

touching my sleep,

my worn face

a simple place

to be quiet

and warm

a breath of you

to ease my fear

and i know

more is not

to give or to take:

we need to walk

and to survive,

a washing machine,

maybe a nurse

but i want a garden

where i can grow peace

and flowers, strawberries

and salad of course.

all life was salad,

all thoughts are.

it is not the words

I can eat.

it is not ideas

I can drink.

it is not the past

when i say now.

It is not now

when you say past.

and then, you

will not live

by the sun alone

you need your hands

as i need mine.

they may rest

in each other

when the time is right.

https://youtu.be/_-rJYxBRN5I

black cat white cat marriage

Island

Islands in the Sky

https://youtu.be/GGm3okQsQxU

Island

of course there are

islands in the sky.

and  of course, we will die

i want my island

here , on earth,

for the time

we are given

maybe not an island

but a home

in the waste land

a wing of you

touching my sleep,

my worn face

a simple place

to be quiet

and warm

a breath of you

to ease my fear

and i know

more is not

to give or to take:

we need to walk

and to survive,

a washing machine,

maybe a nurse

but i want a garden

where i can grow peace

and flowers, strawberries

and salad of course.

all life was salad,

all thoughts are.

it is not the words

I can eat.

it is not ideas

I can drink.

it is not the past

when i say now.

It is not now

when you say past.

and then, you

will not live

by the sun alone

you need your hands

as i need mine.

they may rest

in each other

when the time is right.

https://youtu.be/_-rJYxBRN5I

black cat white cat marriage

Alone

D.Gasparyan, I will not be sad in this world

https://youtu.be/QooCm5Na4Bw

Alone

I am alone,

late October night

and no moon

I feel alone

and all paths lead

to a place

Which is not a place

nor a sea nor nothing

nor anything i know

Now

i stopped walking

this I sits and breathes

It has forgotten

who it is ,I.

When I open my eyes

I see more cloud

than light

and I shiver.

I close my door

there is too much wind

and noise outside

I, born out of womb

and out of words,

I leave.

I does not want to know

where I shall go.

I wants to fly.

Now there are

only I and me

and we are not.

We are alive.

How can we be

alone?

Freedom is

Freedom is

Freedom is only

in silence

where space grows.

Still words walk

out of my soul,

the changes of weather,

the awakening mind

When you listen

you can find my breath

and yours will go with it

into the wind of time

Or you will see them

as small letters

on a warpath

dancing in masks

blown out of a fire,

a thirsty man burning.

or you will feel the wings

resting in the heart of storm

where i can sail

without weight

in my solitude

Eyes fastened with pins,Charles Simic

How much death works, 
No one knows what a long 
Day he puts in. The little 
Wife always alone 
Ironing death's laundry. 
The beautiful daughters 
Setting death's supper table. 
The neighbors playing 
Pinochle in the backyard 
Or just sitting on the steps 
Drinking beer. Death, 
Meanwhile, in a strange 
Part of town looking for 
Someone with a bad cough, 
But the address somehow wrong, 
Even death can't figure it out 
Among all the locked doors... 
And the rain beginning to fall. 
Long windy night ahead. 
Death with not even a newspaper 
To cover his head, not even 
A dime to call the one pining away, 
Undressing slowly, sleepily, 
And stretching naked 
On death's side of the bed.

by Charles Simic

Clouds Gathering, Charles Simic

It seemed the kind of life we wanted. 
Wild strawberries and cream in the morning. 
Sunlight in every room. 
The two of us walking by the sea naked. 

Some evenings, however, we found ourselves 
Unsure of what comes next. 
Like tragic actors in a theater on fire, 
With birds circling over our heads, 
The dark pines strangely still, 
Each rock we stepped on bloodied by the sunset. 

We were back on our terrace sipping wine. 
Why always this hint of an unhappy ending? 
Clouds of almost human appearance 
Gathering on the horizon, but the rest lovely 
With the air so mild and the sea untroubled. 

The night suddenly upon us, a starless night. 
You lighting a candle, carrying it naked 
Into our bedroom and blowing it out quickly. 
The dark pines and grasses strangely still.

by Charles Simic