POETRY and PREJUDICE

to all of you who recognize themselves in my work:
i'm not a hack. i don't write to please you. there's this one rule here:
if you have had even the slightest influence on my life,
i. will. write. about. you.
deal with it.
happy reading!

събота, 14 септември 2013 г.

The seek for perfection

The garden of wonders opens its gates to me
and I shall never cease to amaze myself
how everything is possible including defeating
the demons of the past waking up dead.
I possess a key made of iron and stone,
it's hung on my neck by thousands uncompleteable debts,
it unlocks the chest of innocence and naivity
only when the promises are kept.
The starry heaven will fall upon me someday, I know this,
but until that time I shall burn as bright
as I've always done, drunk on this genious madness
and swallow every piece of beauty I lay my hands on.

So never put me down to rest -
rest is for the previous incarnations of my
untieable monster called
i m a g i n a t i o n
and my most incredible unity of heart and mind.

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