Sweet scent

Spring is here it’s everywhere 

I feel it in the air

Smells so sweet, and so fresh.

Nature emerges it’s full of hope

Love reborns, uniting souls

We all feel good we all feel old.

 

Walking by the high fence

That separates me from hidden secrets

I see how others enjoy themselves

Living there life’s as it is

With their loved ones ,and mates.

 

Still tend to think that

Everything is not pointless,

spring has arrived bringing with it,

all the things that we thought we lost

in the months that past.

 

Is a feeling that not many can understand

Imagine the liberty ,love and purity that surround us

Still we choose to live among the debris

Shredding our beliefs and experiences,

For nothing more than a few already crumbled dreams.

 

Among the branches and flowers

And the sweet scent of pure sobriety

We all find someone we love

that one sezon  ,only once

we feel human we feel loved.

Boulevard of opportunity

Today was a great day,

finally she showed some interest,

almost I saw a glance of hope,

my self confidence grows.

    

Only if she knew

how much I like her, 

but it wouldn't be a happy-end

I always lost the first two acts.

So I sit down on the chair quietly,

without taking a deep breath...

how great it would be

if I can read her  thoughts.

The time past so quickly,

suddenly it hit me,

like a sledgehammer over my back

felt a terrible pain..I have forgotten...

The dream must end, 

right here and right now,

why does nobody care?!

I am an outcast after all.

But those couple of minutes

when she started showing some interest,

I felt so happy and so scared,

I felt like a great man,a human.

Time passes by minutes after minutes

still I hoped for one miracle..

waiting for divine intervention 

it never came,never again..

I don't know why I am

so crazy about her,

probably her ignorance and  attitude,

intrigue me and pull me closer to her.

It's like I want to be a part of history

writing my own story..

I wish  we could write it together,

put some heart to it and love.

After I woked up from sensless desires,

after the dream faded away

 returned to my patheticall life.

I realised I am nothing more

then a thrill seeker,

pumped with adrenaline,

searching just for an adventure

on this endless boulevard of opportunity,

which we call life.

Stalker:Moving on

Ţinînd cont de dorintă ei,

timpul  trece,nimic nu va mai fi la fel.

Schimbarea va avea loc cat de curînd.

Ea vrînd sa plece mai departe,

spre un loc ce oferă mai multă libertate,

respect,înţelegere  si solidaritate.

Nici nu ma mir,e de înţeles!

locul vechi este fals si şubred.

În fiecare an dispare cate o zana,

locul ei fiind luat de o marionetă.

Lagarul evoluează...

luînd diferite forme se metamorfozează

dar intrusii tot la fel vor rămîne,

infipti adînc in sînul  societăţii moderne.

Din cauza lor,deşi ei nu observa,

actele lor duc spre revoltă

si nevinovatii sufera.

Obligaţi sa fie de acord 

cu soarta lor cea cruntă,

cuvîntul lor nu conteaza,

nici nu a contat vreodată.

Lipsit de gînduri

mă înconjoară ignoranta,

stand in banca la  ora,

in gălăgia ce continua.. 

o singura persoana 

nu da importanţă dar nici logica.

Ea făcînd legatură .

cu lumea civilizată.

Cu toţii suntem pieritori,

incapabili sa ne depăşim limitele,

trăind intr-o lume

bizară al propriei noastre conştiinţe,

ea fiind singura fiinţă umană

care desparte  haosul,

cu clar si claritate

ea observa fiecare pas pe care îl facem.

 

Stalker

Pe străzi aglomerate,

sau în curtea şcolii,

observ fiecare miscare,

a trupului tău matur.

Fiecare pas pe care îl faci,

gesturile tale nu trec neobservate,

tu urmăresc îndeaproape.

Tu nu ştii asta,nu mă vezi,

nici macar nu suspectezi,

eşti ţinta mea.

Fii atentă deschideţi larg ochii!

încearcă sa pui totul cap la cap,

poate vei observa, ca de fapt

eşti victima mea.

Dispun de răbdare

si din cauza asta nu mă grabesc,

încetul cu încetul, 

încep sa te înţeleg.

Iţi voi sti si cel mai adînc secret.

Te crezi sofisticata, elegantă,

ca o adevărată doamna,

pozezi în diferite ipostaze,

gandindute la succes.

Te înţelegi bine cu bruneta,

vorbitoare de limba străină,

ne tratezi cu indiferenţă,

după atîtea conflicte ce-am avut.

Remember  my thought's

because these would be

the last thing's that

you will ever hear from me.

Just be carefull and carry on

I will always admire you

till the day I'm gone.

and I hope you catch up

and give me an answer too

I'm not that person,that you knew!

scuzati greselile de ort. Demeter J.Sz. friday 13 th.