Darkest Despair

At last, this sword from hell I find,

fantasies of self-slaughter captivate my mind.

This unearthly hour summons my blood,

demonic pleasures to the graves they bind.

Merlot bleeds from wasteland fissures;

oxblood threads secrete from the earth.

An oasis of riches lures the travellers,

to their finale by the most sensual verse.

Are her eyes truly to my affections blind?

Is her heart colder than my underground dearth?

In the chaos of worldly chains she’s lost,

as no one shall of my existence recall.

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Dear dreams, dear diary, what is this fate?

I cannot fathom with all my earthly wit.

All I ask of is save untainted love,

yet I have nothing save the hails from above.

O, for all my honourable years,

glories have concealed my lonely tears.

Is unending compassion a sin to be damned –

thus I must suffer under a rain of spears?

As my blood runs dry, my spirits extinguish,

my mortal flesh must one day rot.

Save for her sorrows alone that bid my anguish –

much duties to be willed, though my will is naught.

Published in: on 11/03/2017 at 12:35 AM  Leave a Comment  

Cold Emptiness

Am I dreaming or am I awake?

Hunger gnaws from within me.

The ghastly air penetrates my skin;

ice adorned leaves pierce my flesh.

O I am dreaming in an icy crate,

the ghostly branches dance on my wall,

by the moonlight their forms fling,

to Chopin’s nocturnes that devilishly caress.

Unseen sirens from a black cemetery make,

songs that drape my corpse in frost.

As I limp along the shimmering lake,

sinking from the marsh into an old inn.

Alone I am, in a cold emptiness;

alone, I struggle to keep my comport.

I plead helplessly for her majesty’s mercy,

like a breathing shark who has torn his fin.

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A Cold Rainy Morning

If only I may,

think of my heart’s fray,

when my dark curtain appeases,

is when life itself ceases. 

The raindrops carelessly dance,

patting my shoulders softly,

again I am in a trance,

that mirrros my worldly glance.

If only you may,

turn to my flurried pray,

if you would my heart hold,

then life would surely unfold.

Alas the rain is cold,

quivering my spine too old.

the airs breathe gently,

as my forgotten quills fold.

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Café w Warszawa Centrum

The people rushing by,

as I sit at my little table.

With a cup of Jamaica tea,

I hear the rumblings of an old stable.

As I wait for my evening flight,

the city clings onto my heart.

As my longings project from the future,

foreshadowing my remembrance of the past.

The waltzes accompanying my stay,

the people reading newspapers.

Melodic passions from afar,

somewhere beyond the oceans recur.

I sense your face in my words,

in dreams or life am I to testify?

A walk yet to take in Łazienki park,

yet with my pen at my diary petrified.

How I cannot save to be tender,

although my heart slowly withers.

How eloquent sings of my elegance,

even as my minimal forms weather.

Wintery airs linger on in March;

a glass of chocolate revives me.

Sweet delicacies are for the forgetful;

bearing the weight of the world, yet I am free.

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Octaves

Most people in the audience applaud for their own enjoyment, I applaud for my appreciation of the musician’s forgotten hours of work.

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Storm in the Black Sea

Strange, who is this dispirited soul?

I draw back in fear at its madness.

An empty heart I resent,

yet am I becoming a being I repent?

Morality is a luxury,

when life itself is unbearable,

Dark thoughts haunt me,

driving me towards the edge of sanity.

I am so tired and weary,

from holding onto my worn spirit.

The only regret that I may have before death,

is your regret at my helpless collapse.

I am no weak man,

only that I have devoted my heart to you.

Would that be what you really want –

my heartless corpse that only lolls around?

Each passing day is a hell of uncertainty and dread,

my mind battles valiantly yet you throw me more instead.

Why tread so harshly upon us?

For what are you hurting the person who loves you so much?

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Be My Love

If Fryderyk were to be my breathing friend,

then in marriage I would ask for your hand.

For better or worse in this age we are,

let the beauties unfold like tulips’ heart.

O you need not be sorry for complications,

for they are the trials of my unyielding love,

Such triumph testifies our truest affections,

bonded stronger yet our souls are.

Let me yet again throw myself,

and ask for a little chance to prove my heart.

Please allow me to lend you my arm.

So darling will you – be my love?

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Silent Valentine

Let me read you this little tale,

of a lover who had to hold his tongue.

Though rest assured that he bears no ail,

for silence more truly his love pass on.

An afternoon walk of unparalleled bliss,

with unprecedented joy she filled his heart.

Life at last has brought him a kiss,

serenity draped his vulnerable cart.

The playful Luna folded her eyes,

as she winked at our harmonious stroll.

The stars danced in an unclouded night,

night breezes brushed our entwining soul.

O my dearest little muse this puzzle be told,

for five years I have since kept secret this piece.

The token of my heart you alone shall hold,

 for perhaps one day –

with half you will my yearnings appease.

Published in: on 15/02/2017 at 12:29 PM  Leave a Comment  

The Loneliness of Beauty

The void of life haunted my existence,

upon a journey for salvation I embarked.

All roads traced of beauty’s fragrance,

thus the overcoming of nihilism charted.

Beauty is in the colours of Renoir,

she whispers in the gestures most airy.

Beauty blesses those unfortunate hearts,

she seduces in the allure of my beloved fairy.

Yet still my chest seemed to fall upon itself,

an unknown emptiness gnawed at my bliss.

Artworks adorned my palatial shelf,

in desolation I savoured my glamorous abyss.

Beyond our wills our encounter graced,

our loneliness from an unknown crypt.

O let us this most cherished gift embrace,

and complete our life with a rosé script.

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Doubt not of my Love

Doubt not of my love dear,

for my very life on you depend.

I have save one heart I fear,

but for you her fate I do not repent.

Compare me not to others my love,

for to love is not to think one loves.

If you must test my devotion with distrust,

the pain would slowly crumble my heart.

Doubt not of my love, my muse,

for you I could suffer beyond all mortal bounds.

Please do not my affections abuse,

if you would cherish my delicate sounds.

Doubt not of your love, my life,

for by the prosaic angst you are drear.

Thus let me take you from this strife,

and show you the beauty of love – kocham cię.

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