Friday, April 4, 2008

To You

Stuck in the moment
Of seeing your face.
Wrinkles on your nose.
So self inviting
Light in your eyes
Gazing through my Universe.
I open my gates,
I am wide open.

Trust

You said: “Trust yourself”
And the meaning got lost
In silence.

Welcome to Tijuana

Am I waiting
Or just spending time?
Distant memories
Welcome to Tijuana.

Like two coyotes,
Persistent tricksters,
I like unpredictability
I like the misery.

Unspoken language,
Erect barb-wired border,
Bitter coffee for Saturday brunch.
Coins in the ocean
Breaking the waves away.

Mine

What am I looking for
Holding on to memories
Precious moments
Of self-discovery.

Which one is the rose
And which one is the snake?
One stays, one leads -
Am I the follower?
Settled in my solitude
I don’t wait for anything
I move, I swallow

Hollow pride.
Embrace:
Courage,
Curiosity and
Peace

Nothing left to loose

Thorn between two sides
I know where happiness would be
I know where it is
Within me, it’s mine
For me, me, me, me.
Thank you for the words,
No expectations, no promises
Take it as it is
We are the protagonists.

Fallen Angel

Release anger
Just keep letting go
Requested freedom,
Maybe or not,
Struggling with doubt
Me is all I’ve got.

Fear, fear!
I feel it
I know it
I’ve been hurt
Before
Many times.

Like a child with a nanny,
Lost virginity after the first cry,
Fallen angel,
No injuries.

Together

I stand myself tall,
Right below your eyes,
Can you smell my presence,
The scent of independence,
Is that blessing in disguise?

We walk this part of journey,
Keep believing
Both of us together
It can’t be so deceiving.

I am not afraid,
I am not afraid,
You whisper from the distance.
I love you for being afraid.

Keep on believing,
Both of us together
It can’t be so deceiving,
Marbles in my pocket.
How does it feel
To be trapped within the walls?
Memories engraved
In dusty corners
Of solitude and pain.

I am here for you.
Distance counts hours
Lost pounds and few coins
But so much that is gained.

Your presence, your beauty,
Immortality of the warrior’s soul living.

Somewhere deep in the desert
A sacred scroll and a treasure chest.

At the Border

You are waiting for me
On the hills of starry Tijuana
Kneeling by the altar
Prayer whispered through the night.

Candle lit by a wish
Hope is all we’ve got
Mask is hiding no secrets
Disguise for a limited thought.

No names, no titles
I honor you, I worship you
Take the bull by it’s horns.
I DON'T OWE ANYONE ANYTHING AT ALL

A Perfect Cup of Tea

Conscious attention
The courtyard of my soul,
Acquires
Peace and Happiness,
Joy above all,

Dissolve constricted thought.

Purified Mind
Fulfills the Well-Being,
Self-proclaimed prophecy.
To do so one is wise.

Time

Funny enough
I choose
Old pastimes
To burry the time -
It drags violently
Like a snake
Around my wrist.

Separate

Abandoned
Left alone
This too shall pass.
Ruthless
Both of us
Just suddenly cold
So distant and
Forgotten.

I give myself permission
To grieve one day
And another if it takes
Common sense, really.
No other purpose,
Just safe.

Prediction

Self-proclaimed victim
Tears ready to roll
Well trained
Fragile,
Naïve above all.
Heading for the fall… How do I know?
Who am I to say
Maybe, always, never

Stings forevermore

Almost

I said I didn’t trust
Myself.
Perspective
Observation
And Conclusion.

Not just yet
Not just yet

Early Morning

Keep still
And quiet.
Invisible.

Like in a dream, rather -
The forgotten one.

Dissolved in a dew drop
On a dirty basement window

The Ring

I bought a ring
For myself
Divorced and wedded in the same day.

Misprojections
Deleted messages
Rivers of anger
Required acceptance.
Such a quick response
I ache.
I hurt.
I took the red pill
No going back.

Deep breath
At the end of the tunnel.

The Desert

Ego is strong
Keeps demanding,
Persistent beast.
I am surprised
I grieve,
Withdraw.
Vulnerable.

No regret
Stuckness rather it is.
Mind and Body
Trapped in a time machine.

Old spaces, patterns and puzzles
Unresolved.

Victims of personal convictions
Separate directions to follow
A faint memory warns
Storms are coming.
Like an experienced Bedouin
I observe the desert.
Young warriors run into a trap.

Lost Horizon

Families separate by war
Desire to live
Find the Future Hill

Lost identities
Faced by lost horizons
New generations
Finding the roots.

Sadness in their eyes
Burdened by history
Can it be disguised
By a financial victory.

Hurt by lost homes
Language forgotten
Hanging in between
Silence and anger

Different nations,
Different to me.
I was healed
Somewhere near the
Future Hill

Into the Deep

Harvested vaginal juices
Stretched between my fingers
Smell of ancient oceans
Hiding the secrets
Behind the daemon's
Third eye.

I capture the moment
Unrecorded
When you trembled
Screamed
Moaned

I had you over and over again
Diving deeper into the Deep.
Uninterrupted .

Untitled

Promises and whispers of love
Secluded by the raising sun
Dogs abandoned
Loyalty defeated
Unconsciously exchanged cups
With cold tea

Old story

On the Rock

You are two extremes
United in separate bodies
Like a space-time continuum

Dizzy already
I require,
I demand
To know while
Storm blocks the view

Dark clouds bring the thunder
Universal sparkle connects
Yin and Yang -
Lightning.

Blinded by the vision
Attracted so it hurts
I ask for help
My angels and spirits
Protectors of my humble home,
Queendome built
On a single rock.
Shaken out of balance

It swings.

Stereotypes

Undefined
Accepted
Recognized
Projected

Name them
And they are
Yours
For freedom
Best to
Ignore

Not mine,
Not me
Not now

Untied knot

Silence

Will she come
Looking for me
Sleepy and dazed
Giving herself permission
To be confused

No waiting
No expectations

Bad spirits are chased away
Afraid of the sound
Silence is bound to be broken

The Power of Three

You look at me while we kiss
And make love
Twisted in exchange
Of pulping veins
Surprised with sighs
Cold snake eyes
And scorpion tail
Bent high
Offering love

I am reminded
Of risks I have taken
Willingly
Knowingly
Predestined in a recognition
Of offered magic of three

In the name of the
Ghost, Holy Snake and a Spirit
New found religion
Lost under the red star

Roar

There is this
Vicious side in me
Bringing about
A new face.

Scary, unrelaxed,
Focused
Transformed
Into the spiritual healing

Injured
But despite,
Even when I die
I know I lived,
I am alive.

Memory

Reminded of childhood
Star gazing
All through the night
Radio Penguin

Shyly inspired
By curious mind
And inactive body

Soul likes to time-travel.

I fantasize a dream world
Of flawless Natural Law
Giggling it’s way gently
Who would say that is so?

Law of Attraction
The Secret
Ask and it is given
Radio all through the night

Return of the Raven

Raven dropped by just for a visit
It caws gently
Picking through the indigo feathers
Night responds magically
Twinkles spread out evenly
Faster than light

“You’ve been away?”
Caw

Dalida Turkovic, all rights reserved 2008