I Arise from Dreams of Thee

I arise from dreams of thee 
In the first sweet sleep of night, 
When the winds are breathing low, 
And the stars are shining bright 
I arise from dreams of thee, 
And a spirit in my feet 
Has led me -- who knows how? -- 
To thy chamber-window, sweet! 

The wandering airs they faint 
On the dark, the silent stream, -- 
The champak odors fall 
Like sweet thoughts in a dream, 
The nightingale's complaint, 
It dies upon her heart, 
As I must die on thine, 
O, beloved as thou art! 

O, lift me from the grass! 
I die, I faint, I fall! 
Let thy love in kisses rain 
On my lips and eyelids pale, 
My cheek is cold and white, alas! 
My Heart beats loud and fast 
Oh! press it close to thine again, 
Where it will break at last! 

Percy Bysshe Shelley

The Space Between

A calling: questions I ask myself

All that we see or seem

and what that has come to mean

nothing will make sense 

to a pocket without pence

tossed in a sea but you're not swimming

locked in a race that you're not winning

who will try? who will fight? who will leap?

Who will plunge into the deep?

Who will raise their melancholy head

from a dream life that's almost dead?

And take and do and say and seek

and bend and break and be not weak?

There is no one, there is not.

There is me and that's a lot

there is no one, there is you

You are someone, what will you do?

Some nights, I wish that my lips could build a castle, Some nights, I wish they'd just fall off

                                                                                "Some Nights"

Some nights, I stay up cashing in my bad luck
Some nights, I call it a draw
Some nights, I wish that my lips could build a castle
Some nights, I wish they'd just fall off

But I still wake up, I still see your ghost
Oh Lord, I'm still not sure what I stand for oh
What do I stand for? What do I stand for?
Most nights, I don't know anymore...
oh woah, oh woah, oh woah oh oh
oh woah, oh woah, oh woah oh oh

This is it, boys, this is war - what are we waiting for?
Why don't we break the rules already?
I was never one to believe the hype - save that for the black and white
I try twice as hard and I'm half as liked, but here they come again to jack my style

And that's alright; I found a martyr in my bed tonight
She stops my bones from wondering just who I am, who I am, who I am
Oh, who am I? Oh, who am I? mmm... mmm...

Well, Some nights, I wish that this all would end
Cause I could use some friends for a change
And some nights, I'm scared you'll forget me again
Some nights, I always win, I always win...

But I still wake up, I still see your ghost
Oh Lord, I'm still not sure what I stand for, oh
What do I stand for? What do I stand for?
Most nights, I don't know... (come on)

So this is it? I sold my soul for this?
Washed my hands of that for this?
I miss my mom and dad for this?

No. When I see stars, when I see, when I see stars, that's all they are
When I hear songs, they sound like this one, so come on
Oh, come on. Oh, come on, OH COME ON!

Well, this is it guys, that is all - five minutes in and I'm bored again
Ten years of this, I'm not sure if anybody understands
This one is not for the folks at home; Sorry to leave, mom, I had to go
Who the fuck wants to die alone all dried up in the desert sun?

My heart is breaking for my sister and the con that she call "love"
But when I look into my nephew's eyes...
Man, you wouldn't believe the most amazing things that can come from...
Some terrible lies...ahhh...

oh woah, oh woah, oh woah, oh oh
oh woah, oh woah, oh woah, oh oh

The other night, you wouldn't believe the dream I just had about you and me
I called you up, but we'd both agree
It's for the best you didn't listen
It's for the best we get our distance... oh...
It's for the best you didn't listen
It's for the best we get our distance... oh...

All That We See or Seem

A Dream Within A Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream? 

Edgar Allan Poe

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ALL MY LOVE POEMS ARE LOST
WHAT
AM I TO DO?
WHAT WORDS OF YOURS
HAVE I TO BOLSTER
MY PAST MEMORIES OF YOU?
YOUR NEW LOVE POEMS I HAVE NOW
BUT THEY’RE SOMEWHAT HARD TO PROVE
BECAUSE THE YOU THAT’S YOU ISNT THE YOU THAT’S YOU
AND THE YOU THAT WAS YOU IS NOT AS MUCH AS THE YOU YOU WILL BE
FOR YOU ARE FAR, YOU THEN, YOU NOW, YOU WILL BE…
EITHER WAY I’M MISSING…WHAT IS IT?
YOU.

FOR l.a.  fOR a.r. fOR i.j.

What Is Past, poems from the red journal

This is an old poem of mine but it's one of my favorites. The title was inspired by a book of Finnish poetry I found in the Czech National Library. That was a good day. :-)

A Way To Measure Time

The taste of you

like the electric shock 

of mouthwash

mint laced with alcohol

metallic aftertaste lingering

turning everything after

to bitterness.

Alexa Alari

To je stará báseň moje, ale je to jedna z mých oblíbených.Titul byl inspirován knihou finské poezie jsem našel v knihovně České národní. To byl dobrý den.

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