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My poems

BlackFalconPosted the: 11/02/2008 a 14:37
MemberFalco
[Messages: 2]
There are three short poems for Falco. I write poems for him since 1998...I wrote this poems in Polish language and translated this yesterday, so sometimes the grammar will be bad (because there are poems .

"The whispers from the curtain"

The road is
ususally full
noisy
and
strange
But today
is empty
suondless
and quiet
I'm waiting
at the roadside
among the grass
The are coming
messengers of death
and sterring two
unaware cars
to each other
I can't
stop this
The cars are collising
in the silence
disappear like the ghosts
in a moment
I'm still staying
a little while
looking on the asphalt
Dark point
the only track
drop of blood
shines
I want to touch
by finger
I'm bending down
and feeling
but only
the emptiness.

"My tribute to You"

The pages of calendar
are falling
with the wind of time
The days are changing
into the memories
levaing in the distance
There is the one, his name
have written in my heart
for always
by the tears
That year
is over
but the tear still hurting
as before
Black hole
of emptiness
I can feel
the nothingness
Could be
only over
is that true
that there is nothing
only the end
of everything
crossed out
on this road
by cold hand
something irrevocable
Should I believe
that the road without come back
is somewhere there
like the route in the sky
just simple
like there was always only
nothing
Blothed out of memory
like by sponge from
the board of world
stifled
by the time
one motion
and it's cut
like a thin thread
I can't believe
I can't
because I know
that the Greek scissors
didn't able
to make their work
to the end
and felt in the corner
blunted
losed
It were defeated
by the power
mighty
more powerful than death
I don't let go
into the oblivion
you didn't die
you survived
in our hearts.

"The concert"

open space
darkness of the night
the tension is grawing
The crowd is blind
by glave of the lights
The people are waiting
still waiting
Loudspekaers are looking
their black eye
The band is tune
the musical instruments
The cables are vibrating
by the impatient electrical current
Everyone is looking
at the central point
They want to utter
the first sound
But the scene
is empty
cold
and death
Everything freezed
in the silence
Fingers like a stone
vibrated
A whisper
came into the silence
The drummer winked
his eye
But this is only
a fane
it felt
with the light wind
ashamed
intruder
Violinist's hand
take a fiddlestick
in vain
And they will stand
to the end
of world.




























Slightly_madPosted the: 23/02/2008 a 23:57
TranslatorFalco
[Messages: 15]
Good Black Falcon.


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