Dust.Fireflies.
Poems in different languages.
piektdiena, 2024. gada 8. novembris
A letter.
ceturtdiena, 2024. gada 12. septembris
For the pearl to never see the light of day.
I want to run away with orcas
I want to wash away the lies
And all the burdens they all put around me
Like fishnets leave me for demise.
I am no fearful person
For I do not fear death
I've seeked and seeked beneath the ground
And digged
But instead of water and creatures they
Told to stay away
I was left there never to be found,
For the pearl to never see the light of day.
But when the sun lit their only living sky
They told me to never use my wings
Took together off, to fly.
And I watched them.
And I thought -
It wasn't foretold.
It was just a coincidence so bold...
And continued digging.
For they told me to do,
And I never dropped it
Until I do.
The Call was a lie.
They never wanted me
To fly.
And I looked up again.
All the dirt and ashes on my face.
A fallen angel?
Hiding in disgrace.
"What is wrong my girl"
Someone asked.
A teardrop reached my eye
I looked up
And I basked.
The lies and human nothingness
Was leaving.
And washed away, the songs of waves of shore
The nets off legs unweaving...
I'm weeping.
Was that all that land has offered
Sold as illusionary pleasure
While all we did - we suffered.
I unmade the ties.
And into sea threw out the lies.
With turtles I went away
And I saw the Old Ocean
Large Blue Waters
And that was the last day.
otrdiena, 2024. gada 6. augusts
The Sky
The world is repenting
And thoughts go to dust
The Lords are rejecting
Their Inside Lust.
The world reconstructing
The broken amends
Together we're facing
The Faceless Trends.
The world is announcing
That sin has repent
Its own reconstructing
Denouncing amend.
I attend. Chairs are empty around
I attend...
The world is rejecting
The new thought aligned
That seemed like the old
That in scrolls couldn't find.
The history re -
Where. Re -
Re -
- peating, - penting its Eye.
I am recon -
Recon -
...
- structing, - necting
The Sky.
pirmdiena, 2024. gada 10. jūnijs
Black Sun.
piektdiena, 2022. gada 28. janvāris
otrdiena, 2021. gada 14. decembris
otrdiena, 2021. gada 24. augusts
Throw the dice.
I hate to be wrong, I hate to lose,
Life pours me lies, I pour some booze.
I wait and wait, I hate that feel, like
You're there, alive, but nothing's real.
You say I'll heal, when I am down,
I cut myself with my own crown,
I waited for the doom to pass,
And years ago I had more class.
Restrained myself, I put in chains,
With fire flowing through my veins,
It boils, it hurts and I blow up,
Each evening, there is nothing there for me to stop.
I look at the stars and I ask why,
And maybe, when there's time to fly,
It answers nothing, silent, closed,
Same feel, same old shit with people who ghost.
I strive to be me, then I strive to be nice,
A board game of masks
And I lost my dice.