Look Who's at the Door!

Visual E. Poem II.

Retrospective :Prague Pride 2012, or Winter's Day Remembering Colours

How Are Things?

Was foolishly wondering
what was the missing piece
in our everyday lives
and it was me!
It was me.
The missing peace.

The good music was my greatest
schoolin and still must have kept
sending me back to learning
But nothing is what it seems

Pathetique Sonata by Beethoven
How does that sound?
Fool around
Nothing to know


After getting a good life lesson
Simply
Some time
Somewhere
Someone

Why do I still need an emotional airbag
to make a hole into the matrix?
The energy must flow
the right direction.

Better start to sow
Simply
Now
Here
Me

Moment

Once you said
(when I was eating French bread):
'I want to make a sketch of you just like this.'
That was in Sozo.
It  felt like a soul kiss.
We haven't gotten lost in a mirror maze
dancing polonaise
but we haven't climbed the mountain Říp
to state
'This land is ours.'
Upon us thousand stars.
We won't fly to Mars.
We went to ice skate.