Coffee bean – bitter sin,

Sweetest drug for your mind…

Fresh aroma – beating heart

Perfect mix with chocolate…

Color is same but different taste –

We are creating magic ourselves…

Best way to wake up what’s hidden inside

Be it concentration or inner light…

It can be a poison but also can heal

It helps us create when mind wants to sleep…

Bittersweet pleasure most can’t resist –

Morning temptation of dark coffee beans…



Cold… I’m just cold… It seems like I’m having some icy cold crystal aura around my body and heart… Freezing from inside what I hide? Darkness or light? A mix of both? Unwritten words… Faded echoes of what once was my voice… Lost in a numb void – I know that I won’t be heard and not like I really care… Being here… somewhere… nowhere… There, where my heart lies, truth is disguised as lies… Lies are a common fact… Being silent I start to forget… everything – even myself… Stolen moments of warmth leading towards dead end… Cold… I’m like shivering sand. Time flies but right now it stands… Still… And I am afraid… Begging clocks to start moving again… I am cold like shivering sand…

Muse and me

It’s good I think or so it seems

When subconscious slowly wins

And I’m letting out my muse

She creates her magic tunes

Mixing thousand different hues

And I’m lost in them… amused

Like a puppet in her arms

Writing all her secret charms

She’s a master of my soul

And the reason I was born

We were meant to share our light

Spreading it through words and smiles

We are separate yet one

She’s my heart and talisman

Free and captured – we are both

Creatures of this magic world…


Give or take,

Change or break,

Move or stay –

I don’t care.

I am angry with myself

Wanting badly to create

Yet not having enough strength

Passion and desire

I’m failing

But still trying…

Monday Cantaloupes!

Was a Monday when I hopped

Meeting Monday Cantaloupes

They say Monday is ‘my day’

But it’s Cantaloupe’s today

Every window, every road

Every thought – a Cantaloupe!

I might simply be possessed

By a Cantaloupe itself…

Dear Gods, please help me then

It is Monday! Mon Dieu… Hell

Cantaloupes are everywhere!

I can’t even eat a piece

They are talking… staring… Geez

What an odd stuff can be dreams

Yes, I want a melon piece

But to live in world like this

Much more crazy than it seems

I’m not sure it’s my bliss…

I was Cantaloupe myself

Fancy dress… delicious smell

Humble, mellow, juicy, swell…

And it ended pretty well –

Ate myself until the end.

Now being one with Cantaloupes

As this Monday jumps and rolls

I am dancing on the ropes

Slicing smiling Cantaloupes

Singing jolly funny tunes

Cantaloupes are suns and moons

Keep eyes opened – they’ll return

Monday Cantaloupes toujours!

Muse in me

Patience is not something I need,
Let me go crazy – I want to bleed…
Ink on the paper – blood of my life,
Let me commit this sweet suicide…
Cutting my veins… ripping parts of my soul,
Magic of writing – I fly and I crawl…
Mix of a sadist and masochist –
All that I want is make this new twist,
Being lost in rhymes that are my world,
Creating insanity with crazy words,
Showing the beauty and showing love –
Poetry’s vital part of my life…
Expressing my feelings
My true self reveals,
So through my words you’ll know how it feels –
Living a life full of mood swings,
When muse is here there’s nothing I fear,
But when it’s not part of me disappears…
Empty without it, being totally lost,
Living a life of a shadow or ghost,
But when inspiration comes back again,
Then I begin my favorite game…
Pain mixed with pleasure – fiction with truth
And I’m all happy being with my muse…