Portfolio - part 1

Moje portfolio poezie. Chybí věci, který jsem dal do soutěží a tudíž na ně ztratil copyright.
Všechno anglicky. Česky taky nějaký budou, ale na to si ještě chvilku počkejte.

Figurative Banging

Fire burns within me.
I wrap my arms around you.
I shoot!
Oops; now they're firearms.

The Boy and a Common Sense

My mind is enveloped by the shadows.

 They lurk and try to sway me out of the way.

 Off the way that's righteous, sober and rational.

 I indulge myself in those shadows;

 not for long can a man endure

 the cold light of logic.

 This light can lead us through life's labyrinth safely,

 but

 what is staying alive good for, if we're to spend our lives in

 boredom, certainty, without fear, without worry.

 There once was a kid that couldn't feel pain.

 He was going home from school and he tripped.

 He picked himself up and continued.

 He felt like something is wrong with his leg,

 but

 he could walk, so he rationally did so; following the light.

 He died of internal bleeding before he arrived home.

60 Watts

I keep this dirty old room lit.
My 60 watts are outnumbered.
There is no end to particles of dust.

I am turned on.
So is his guitar amp.
Hey amp, check me out, I’m hot!
Wait, he can’t hear me.
What if I try morse?
Blink, flash; .-.. --- ...- .

Hey, Mr. Guitar player, you’re in the way!
Is my ampie blinking back?
Yes, oh yes!
Stop it! DON’T TURN HIM OFF!

 Why are you holding your guitar like that?
Hey, you’ll hit the ceiling!
Or…
Blink, crash; … --- …

I Wish to Become a Shepherd-like Bodhisattva

t's about midnight.
Jet lag is keeping me awake.
I can see a river below the window.
It reflects the skyscrapers on the opposite site.
Phillips logo slowly changes its color from blue to white.
I find it very psychedelic.

I hide my laptop – what can I say – Chinese internet.
I try to fall asleep.
Impossible.
I go wandering around the room, looking for a distraction.

I open the table's drawer.

Two books; Bible and

Teachings of Buddha.

I choose Buddha.

I smell the old pages.

I start reading.

And I read.

I read.

My eyes are closing.

But I still read.

And read.

And then I fall asleep.

Night passed quickly; now It's mourning.

I try to shake off the tiredness.

I am holding Teachings of Buddha in my hand.

I wish I could take this book with me.

I hesitantly put it back into the drawer.

I take my backpack and my suitcase.
And I wander away, bidding this cozy hotel room my last goodbye.