Leszek

I remember the moment when I saw you in fact
I couldn’t believe it was real
I felt in my heart a deep impact
And all of my heart was starting to feel

I felt all the beauty that love only shares
I gave you a cigarette
We smoked and then who the fuck cares?
I wanted to get you in bed

We went to the bar and had just some drinks
Untill we went back again
You played on your guitar and lovely it sings
- I was then your biggest fan

I took you to my rooms and “kidnapped” you here
We listened to music and fucked
I tell you the story, my wonderful dear
This was my prettiest luck

Only Time

you do not de and serve me
not my face and not my knee
you do not understand me
I am more than just a flea

you see my eyes and not my mind
you are still running and blind
you’re not my friend, a Feind
you’re rude, you’re damned, unkind

what’s in my head, a brain
and in your head’s a chain
I also love and Bane
and not just bats on batman lane

I am not insane

A single tear

You don’t ever know

what it’s like

to feel all alone

on your own

You don’t ever see

how people have to be

crying in their rooms

lying on the stones

You don’t ever hear

sounds of silence,

sounds of fear

______

You don’t ever look

through my eyes, a single tear

8 lines for the fall

it’s cold outside and in my rooms
it’s cold in here and in my dreams
the winter is about to be
while sitting here and drinking tea

four little steps to… wipe away the boredom
the birds are gone or have you heard’em ?
they’re back south for joining holiday
should we join them or just stay ?

seasons

What can I write for January
maybe same as, well, for February ?
and then there will be March
sounding same as large
and what about the April
rhyming with a big hill
silly poem about May
nothing here to say
and in the middle of the June
can we light a little lune ?
or later in July
we will all get high
but first forget the August
not, of course, we’re all just
waiting for September
my name is not like Amber
and after the October
November won’t be over
but here there is a cut
for making myself shut
but we forgot the last one
December will not be gone