2015.06.16 – A Nap

Fejem felett az ég
kékje oly messzi mereng.
Csoda és világos az egész,
oly sugarakban jön a forróság.

Vajon mi baja ezeknek?
Kérdezi e kicsiny csillag,
Mi nekünk meleget ad.
Eddig úgy fáztatok,
most meg baj, hogy ragyogok?

Semmi sem jó nektek,
Pedig én csak megölellek,
Tehetek én róla,
Hogy ölelésem forró,
S UV-s a csókja?

Fejem felett az ég,
a nap süt rajta rég.
Ragyojgon, mert szép,
Csak ne égessen még!


Hold on!

You’re there.
You hail.
You breed.
You kneel.

I touch.
I tell.
I need.
I’m well.

We are,
We say,
We hug,
We pray.

They want,
They use,
They don’t get
what is ours!


The Book

There is a miracle in every single page,
If I can’t not read I will rage.
There is and evil, who will suffer,
There is a love, what is matter.

Books are my home all my imagination,
When I dream, I have all my emotion
I can find my love, I can be the hero
If there is a book, nothing is pillow.

Rise my born enemy, rise demons,
Build for me the world, bring it them us,
Rise my beauty love, from all the books!
If you’ll see me you I’ll be hooked.


The breakout

I kept this lines in my notebook, I waited, if there is something more in it, but it seems that’s it.

Deep down in the field,
a weak struggling seed.
what I have planted,
gave water what she need.

Growing so slowly,
but she breaks out.
shows that she lives,
asking for sun and life about.

Just other poems

I was walking on the street, when these poems appeared. Hope you’ll enjoy.

I believe, there’s beauty,
Beyond the wrinkle.
Even your face dark,
There’s light, an angel.

I believe, there’s treasure,
A smile is a measure.
Because if there’s none,
Nothing is pleasure.

I believe, there’s miracle,
as quick as a thunder.
Not everyone can see,
just if you wonder.

I believe there’s bad,
It have to be.
Where is no evil,
nothing good can be.

I believe there’s love,
endless, like the space,
If you’ll reach it,
You’ll die in grace.

Always just me,
I stand on the top of a tree.
I shout loud:

What I want,
What I need.
What I ask you to believe.
Always just me,
I shout from a cage.
My scream you can’t hear,
You think there’s no one near.

Selfishness, what we learn,
We just want to earn.
But we don’t care if in the apple
there’s a worm.

Always just me,
I can whisper it,
you’ll never hear,
from the edge of the world.

What I can do,
Selfishness ate humanity too!
They don’t hear a single ask,
They do important task.

Always just me,
Just me, just me.
But there are others,
Where you live:
“To be or not to be.”

Poem from the white side

I have to believe: I’ll feel this again, someday.


Where kisses lays,
You never scare.
I found my place,
I feel peace and grace.

When I see your eyes,
You hypnotised.
I need a look,
I can’t realise.

I smell you sweet,
My heart stomping deep.
You gave me a smile
The ice melting my scars.

I just need you, touch your hand,
I just need a kiss, long island.
I just want fondle you forever,
Forget there is a word: Never.

The Retired Genie

I lived through thousands of wars
I have seen little peace
But I can’t stay longer,
In my eyes tears

For more than A thousand years
My ear ate what you thought,
I tell you they don’t care,
They’re suffering rough.

I’ll die and you’ll be alone,
I’ll leave you in the dark.
Now you can see inside,
What people denied.

You seem brave enough,
But you can’t lie,
I could tell you the secret,
But I am done, bye.