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- Herausgeber: BookRix
- Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
- Sprache: Englisch
‘ No matter what, Juliet ‘ Having you, my Juliet and though drama is hanging in the air. How many times we danced in the open air sweetly in arms. How many times our kisses brought us into glamorous palaces of love. How many times our minds were no longer deserts but oasis of loving hearts. Even though our constellation is far from the starry one I love you with all my heart. No matter what shall happen no one and nothing shall separate us. We are the lovers of all times larger than life you and me, Romeo and Juliet.
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The Westminster, Piccadilly Circus
London’s Hyde Park and the Tube
Rome’s Colosseum, Piazza Navona
Fountain del Moro, the Pantheon
The Strand, Opera House in Sydney
Welcome to the Universe of love
and the rebel lovers, rebel hearts
Lovers, lovers, lovers, rebel lovers
lovers on the pathways of the stars
Lovers, lovers, lovers, rebel lovers
lovers with the fiery rebel hearts
Lovers, the guardians of love’s universe
rebel lovers, lovers of the true love
The Manhattan’s streets and avenues
Central Park, Harlem, Brooklyn Heights
Rockefeller Center, Times Square Ball
wonders upon wonders in New York City
San Francisco cafes, Wellington’s bars
the Amsterdam’s Damrak and red lights
Moscow behind closed and locked doors
Lovers, lovers, lovers, rebel lovers
lovers on the pathways of the stars
Lovers, lovers, lovers, rebel lovers
lovers with the fiery rebel hearts
Lovers, the guardians of love’s universe
rebel lovers, lovers of the true love
Cracow’s jazz clubs, student houses
Brussels’ Grote Markt and the Town Hall
Manneken Pis and the Atomium
The Avenue of Stars in Hong Kong
The Louvre in Paris, Eiffel Tower
Palace of Versailles, Arc de Triomphe
The Champs-Élysées, Parisian city lights
Lovers, lovers, lovers, rebel lovers
lovers on the pathways of the stars
Lovers, lovers, lovers, rebel lovers
lovers with the fiery rebel hearts
Lovers, the guardians of love’s universe
rebel lovers, lovers of the true love
The Brandenburg Gate, the Mitte skyline
and what is left of the Berlin Wall
Brazilian Copacabana, the Alps
Kathmandu and the Himalayas
Praag, Melbourne, Buenos Aires
Wherever you look there are rebel hearts
kissing sweet, with lips full of passion
Lovers, lovers, lovers, rebel lovers
lovers on the pathways of the stars
Lovers, lovers, lovers, rebel lovers
lovers with the fiery rebel hearts
Lovers, the guardians of love’s universe
rebel lovers, lovers of the true love
Rebel Hearts
Life is a song of love’s heartbeat
with all the hues there are
and all the strings of emotions
being experienced all the time
What kind of a man I were
if I rejected your sweet love
brought to me on the tray
offered to me for all times to come
Shake it off, stay with me, my babe
for you are a rebel, rebel heart
I know you would never ever give it up
even if thousands of lightnings
struck you from the sky
Oh, you are a rebel, rebel heart
a rebel, rebel, rebel heart
and I am your only rebel lover
Let’s hold back the rivers of bad fate
black widows in the twilights
demons in the sneaky mists
vampires in the midnight hours
No matter what shall happen
we are together, the rebel hearts
You are no longer with lonely eyes
my homegrown honey, rebel heart
Shake it off, stay with me, my babe
for you are a rebel, rebel heart
I know you would never ever give it up
even if thousands of lightnings
struck you from the sky
Oh, you are a rebel, rebel heart
a rebel, rebel, rebel heart
and I am your only rebel lover
I am certainly not the only one
whose heart wants what it wants
We are just part of rebel hearts worldwide
of the sweetly cool kids of mother Earth
There is never ever one last time
for we are deemed to stay together
Love me harder, and harder, my babe
in our wonderland with all shades of love
Shake it off, stay with me, my babe
for you are a rebel, rebel heart
I know you would never ever give it up
even if thousands of lightnings
struck you from the sky
Oh, you are a rebel, rebel heart
a rebel, rebel, rebel heart
and I am your only rebel lover
The Star
There is enigmatic star, a special one
among joyfully shimmering stars
on the firmament of the nightly sky
One shining bright and seeming to play
as if being part of a symphony
one of the nightly sky and of the stars
Oh, the star on the nightly sky
you, my own soul, soul of me
you, the symphony of my life
the symphony of love, of heart
the guiding symphony, my angel
my best symphonic friend I ever had
Oh, my star, you the one, my soul
never leaving me, my other half
Sometimes we watch the stars
high among the cosmic pathways
we seek the star among all those stars
the one who is our and only our one
We often find one, the brightest one
only to realize it is our own soul
guiding us through our own pathways
the pathways of life, of our thumping hearts
Oh, the star on the nightly sky
you, my own soul, soul of me
you, the symphony of my life
the symphony of love, of heart
the guiding symphony, my angel
my best symphonic friend I ever had
Oh, my star, you the one, my soul
never leaving me, my other half
One lovely evening in NYC
I wandered on the Times Square
Time was running really fast
and I didn’t even noticed
the evening turned into a splashy night
I gazed up at One Times Square
or simply at theTimes Tower
and all the other skyscrapers
sometimes also gazing at the sky
and trying to touch one of the stars
with my imagination
Oh, the star on the nightly sky
you, my own soul, soul of me
you, the symphony of my life
the symphony of love, of heart
the guiding symphony, my angel
my best symphonic friend I ever had
Oh, my star, you the one, my soul
never leaving me, my other half
At a certain moment of the night
I stood dead in my tracks, astonished
a special star on the sky
caught especially my attention
She seemed to be guiding me
advising me, teaching me
talking to me, smiling at me
It was at that point I realized
the star was nothing other but … my soul
Oh, the star on the nightly sky
you, my own soul, soul of me
you, the symphony of my life
the symphony of love, of heart
the guiding symphony, my angel
my best symphonic friend I ever had
Oh, my star, you the one, my soul
never leaving me, my other half
Ever since then I am walking
to the NYC Atlantic shore
quite near of the Liberty Island
with its glorious Statue of Liberty
and I watch the nightly sky
finding then easily the star
which is my own soul, the other half
We’re chatting the whole night
smiling and singing, revealing secrets
although knowing there are no secrets
between me and my soul, the star
Oh, the star on the nightly sky
you, my own soul, soul of me
you, the symphony of my life
the symphony of love, of heart
the guiding symphony, my angel
my best symphonic friend I ever had
Oh, my star, you the one, my soul
never leaving me, my other half
Wings of Love
Wings of love can bring us
onto meadows where butterflies only fly
onto the savannahs where giraffes can be seen
and elephants, lions from time to time
the nature crowned in her perfect beauty
Wings of love can bring us
to the most bizarre city lights
Los Angeles with the Hollywood Hills
New York City with its Manhattan
Wellington with Mount Victoria
Berlin and its Brandenburg Gate
Wings of love can bring us
to the far galaxies and their stars
unimaginable new worlds
one never ever dreamt about
making of us the star born guardians
with finest wings of boundlessness
flying us to the eternity and beyond
I will reveal to you, my babe
I am most happy with you
feeling a prince in the golden carriage
a gentleman in his Lamborghini
a president of the nation
called all the sparks of love
Believe me, your presence in my life
is your sweetest gift I can have
one with petals of passions
and all their shades of love
descending upon us
the two eternal lovers
on the wings of love
Transcendental World
The world seems to me transcendental
one of the starry nights
and days playing melodies
on the strings of the Sun's harp
There is, however, something strange
plenty of venom of the snakes
People are deaf to each other
creating systems
one does not understand at all
Using God for theocratic reasons
in some parts of the world
transforming a religion
into ideology
or even a tyrannical rule
one far from perfection
supporting only some segments
of the society
against some other segments
and it is of outmost disaster
when women are the prey
There are all sorts of nations
less or more democratic
with less or more freedoms
endless variations
but what is most tragic
is when in a country
proudly called a mother of democracy
victims are unjustly treated
sometimes even shot dead
by the police squads
Sometimes we are convinced
our liberties are fully assured
but we have no idea
what is happening behind our backs
in some other dimensions
Do our politicians are really independent
free of the influences
from powerful lobbies
or even at risk
to be bribed
by some powerful figures
from one does not even know what circles
perhaps even
coming from a foreign power ?
Everybody knows
multinational corporations
and weapons lobbies
are able
to influence any politician
even in the most democratic countries
And the question is
what is being done
those influences are minimized
to the form
they are no longer sort of cancerous cells
Let’s remember
for all times to come
the reality we know
not always is so real as we think
Sometimes, and in fact most of the time
we live in very strange conditions
on strings of dimensions
we are unaware of
far from transcendental wonders
although they are around us
We are our own stray spirits
possessed by treasons of our own making
May God Almighty have us all in His care !
Chain my Heart
Wandering in the giant Tower of Babel
high in the sky full of shimmering stars
Fluorescent lamps are substituted
by the light from the bright stars
Chain my heart, chain my soul
don’t let me away from you, my babe
Know it for our love I am willing
to give up my personal freedoms
and be your servant, your and only your
Love me tender, my babe, oh, my babe
I am your man, your man among the stars
I am willing to give you what you like
my body on the tray, and my heart
Our love must be the heartbeat dance
in the constellation of gleaming stars
May the mirrors of the skies
certify our sparkling, everlasting love
There are no longer any hesitations
of the type ‘ am I really in love ‘
Our love is the fact done, a starry one
and we are fully blown hurricane of love
one that is the lighthouse of our hearts
We are no longer strangers to love
nor our love is a Greek tragedy
No longer are broken our hearts
nor our souls with the wings of angels
We are flying high in the sky
one full of the brilliantly shining stars
My Lord, how happy I am feeling
high there in the sky full of stars
as if I were the guardian of the Universe
and not just ordinary mortal man
Oh, chain my heart, chain my soul
don’t let me away from you, my babe
Know it for our love I am willing
to give up my personal freedoms
and be your servant, your and only your
Love me tender, my babe, oh, my babe
I am your man, your man among the stars
No matter what, Juliet
Having you, my Juliet
and though drama
is hanging in the air.
How many times
we danced in the open air
sweetly in arms.
How many times
our kisses brought us
into glamorous palaces of love.
How many times
our minds were no longer deserts
but oasis of loving hearts.
Even though our constellation
is far from the starry one
I love you with all my heart.
No matter what shall happen
no one and nothing
shall separate us.
We are the lovers of all times
larger than life
you and me, Romeo and Juliet.
Universe of Love
Brilliant Universe of Love
the incandescent carnival
of souls who are falling in love
one of strongly beating hearts
Enchanting Universe of Love
dancing hearts, sparkling eyes
hearing ears, kissing mouths
all in the servitude of love
Dazzling Universe of Love
Dawns turned sweet sunshine
dusks turned heartfelt starlight
Never ending stories of love
Grandiose Universe of Love
in the fields of the stars
The carnival of sparkling love
larger than immortal life
Bewitching Universe of Love
overwhelming one of the hearts
pounding to the rhythmes
of the soul-soaring dance of love
Enthralling Universe of Love
the Babylonian rivers of kisses
as ancient so modern and vanguard
for the rest of our fulfilled lives
Charming Universe of Love
of kisses sweeter than any elixirs
A paradise of both of us, the lovers
being the home to our love
Glamorous Universe of Love
the voyages across heart galaxies
We are together no matter what
till the death shall separate us
Crying Soul
Could you tell me, my friend
what could be done
not a soul would cry
in this unjust world ?
Say, say, say, what could be done
there are no crying souls anymore.
Walking in the yellowed fields
of sunflowers open to the Sun
dreaming of goodness
of not even one crying soul
in the vast environments of Earth
in all their images, with human on the top.
Sitting in imaginary Aleppo cafe
watching the frightened passerbye
The Apocalypse Now arrived
one of the ISIS Islamist terror
and of the devil’s reign
bringing upon the end of humanity.
Watching fearful people
rushing to their shelters in Donetsk
Terrified of every sound
of a detonated bomb
What’s for them the matter of life and death
is a chess alike game for the Kremlin.
My dream is of not even one soul
falling into the sea of despair
of not even one soul
crying in the corner of her flat
of not even one soul
falling into the chasm of oblivion.
Oh, my dear, unknown friend
could you tell me
what should be done
there is not even one crying soul ?
Let us form a chain of souls
holding hands of all the souls.
Across the Galaxies of my Heart
Across the galaxies of my heart
we’re travelling with the speed of light
you and I, two lovers, rebel lovers
in fully blown rosy love.
My heart is everything you desire
the stars and the planets
palaces to choose from
pianos and harps to play on
a glass of red wine to sip from
then our soft kisses
bringing us to our bed
a love under the starry rays
in the accompaniment
of all the melodies
of my heart.
There is never end to our love story
My heart are the green fields
in the Central Park of NYC
the secret paths for lovers
the car escapades
to lovely countrysides
a picnic under the Sun
a swim in the lake
a fly to nowhere
when we’re kissing
a fly to everywhere in fact
to our overwhelming love
a destination
guaranteeing
a complete satisfaction.
There is indeed never end
to our love story
in the millions of shades
one deeply in my heart
you and I
the true lovers
in the living rooms of our heart
having it all
the sweet bed
modern kitchen
windows with a view
of the splendid Atlantic Ocean
and of Manhattan
and especially
the music of the heartbeat
the greatest ever music
of my heart loving you.
You and me hidden in my heart
filled with emotions
me holding my hand
on your angelic skin
so gentle
that it can’t be more gentle
I can see and feel
all your subtle reactions
to what I am doing with you
godly essences
royal tastes
ecstatic feelings
Although you are in my heart
you are my princes
I am your man.
Across the galaxies of my heart
we’re both the guardians of the Universe
lovers, rebel lovers
loving each other as no one else does
sipping honey of love
from each other’s mouth
sweetly singing tongues
performing bodies
dancing souls
a carousel on whirlwind
and a mad locomotive
a love story greater than life
across the galaxies of my heart
and the galaxies of your heart, my babe.
Across the galaxies of my heart
as across the galaxies of NYC
the Freedom Tower
looking like Tower of Babel
and being the grandiose inheritor
of the original WTC twin towers
Across the galaxies of my heart
as across the Empire State Building
and Rockefeller Center
with the bronze statue of Atlas.
Across the galaxies of my heart
the Guggenheim Museum of NYC
the hustle and bustle in Times Square
the Yellow River of the Manhattan style
the wonders of Greenwich Village
and the pounding hearts of our friends.
Across the galaxies of my heart
the final journey
and a tribute
to the enthralling lady
the Statue of Liberty
crowned in all the symphonic melodies
coming from the NYC skies.
Final Call
My Lord, God Almighty, Lord of the Heavens
the Lord of the stars in the fields of the Universe
why Tolstoy’s War and Peace, never ending
all those napoleonic wars, the nazi wars
dying brave soldiers without weapons given to
them
as in Debaltseve, many other Ukrainian places
the soldiers who died in cruel circumstances
their souls watching us now from the Heavens.
Birdsongs in the nests of the mockingbirds
and in the Nicholson’s Cuckoo’s nests
are expressing all the wretched situations
of the men who are the jokers of the fate
Men to men, the modern Abels and Cains
the merciless godfathers of bloody struggles
for material things of the Hell’s origin
No dignity but a cry from the coffins
men turned to vampires, servicing Dracula.
How many Frankensteins did we have
of our own making, our own design and
stupidity
All those arrogant kings and monarchs
pricing more their own likes and dislikes
than dignities of the ordinary folk
There had to be the French revolution
and the revolution among the American states
to try to rescue drowning victims
from the oceans of bloodshed and injustice.
But no, the humanity seemingly never learns
Adolf Hitler came and the Nazis with him
with their Holocaust, the extermination of the
Jews
Joseph Stalin, the godfather of communism
no less cruel Mao Tse Tung, the Chinese tyrant
Pol Pot, ayatollah Khomenei, countless other
tyrants
Putin among them with his aggression against
Ukraine
finally the so called ISIS Caliphate on the top
of it all
the ultimate evil there ever was and still is.
Ask the Horse Whisperer what we should do
ask the philosophers what has gone wrong
ask the Vanity Fair is there the golden
prescription
on how to end the caricatural War and Peace
My dear Ulysses, Harry Potter, Alice in the
Wonderland
could you make a difference to all of it ?
It looks the nightmares of the Nineteen Eighty
Four
are still actual in this new century
galvanised by what Putin is doing in Ukraine.
My Lord, the Heavenly monarch of all times
the emperor of the earthly and the heavenly
of the dead and the alive, one who can resurrect
even those who are fully turned into the ash
show us the right paths woven from the rays
and from the strings of the starry light
May every dew of the morning’s dawn
and every remaining heat of the evening’s
sunset
turn to our advantage, no more war but peace !
How I would love to become an invisible man
the sound and the fury from nowhere to be seen
the lighthouse seen only to me but not by my
enemies
the Song of Solomon and the Odyssey of the
modern times
the Canterbury Tales and Gulliver’s Traveler
the Social Contract and Discourses man of
wisdom
to finally reverse all the fallings down to abyss
of the humankind and the human civilisations.
How I would love to be Marlon Brando
the Catcher in the Rye, the Great Gatsby
only to reverse things going badly down
and catch the brave new world of the new
century
invigorate it with fresh drops of God’s dew
enlighten it with billions of starry rays
I would become the modern Othello
singing the Shakespearean sonnets
although still the invisible man with my crusade
for beauteous, everlasting peace and dignity.
All hearts of darknesses must be gone
all guys without honour must be put aside
the rays of freedoms must be caught back
and placed in the rightful places in our lives
alongside the symphonic rays of the Sun and
the stars
Although an invisible man behind all those
changes
I would hold the Golden Compass so long
till we all rejoiced in the final symphony of
peace.
May swing dance takes over the Emerald Isle
all the isles in the world, the starry jewels of
Earth
May trance and techno spreads worldwide
may young people take over from their parents
and go into the deep waters where it was failed
turn the failures of the past into victories
for the new centuries of peace, ultimately
Let’s hold our hands together and sing
the song of peace, the song of the Lord
Almighty.
And now, ladies and gentlemen, I am afraid
although we’re at the end of the story
we’re still at the very beginning as always so far
in the long and tragic history of the humankind
Well, what should be done we all could live
in the world of peace, never again war ?
Certainly human rights issues should be
accepted
as well as democratic forms of governance
and never means of war, never ever !!
But yet again, what with men as Putin, militants
as ISIS
How can we finally regain peace, ladies and ?
Rose & Marlon
Tell me, dear Marlon, why have you left me
when we were lovers, joyful rebel lovers
larger than life, the torches of love set on fire
sparkling and burning with excited craze
of the sweetest ever hearts, rebel hearts.
Tell me, dear Rose, why have you left me
when you and me were the music in our ears
the skies of sparking eroticism in our eyes
the rose essences in our sensitive noses
the sweet chocolate tastes on our tongues.
Tell me, dear Marlon, why have you left me
and threw yourself in the ruthless way out
into the labyrinths of your mind without exit
imprisoning yourself there perhaps forever
when you could sip elixirs of love with me.
Tell me, dear Rose, why have you left me
why we both have refused the Lord’s hand
and got engulfed by the fires of hell in return
The cursed souls, in the evil’s shackles
damned to stay in the labyrinths, forgotten.
Tell me, dear Marlon, why have you left me
why have you refused my fiery heart
the endless bath in the pleasures of love
never ending dance of our loving hearts
and chose instead the chasm of nothingness.
Tell me, dear Rose, why have you left me
You changed the course, one of the loving
hearts
and trusted some jealous devils in disguise
the phantoms of the oblivion’s ugly face
Don’t you see you ended up in the abyss ?
Tell me, dear Marlon, why have you left me
and rejected my love brought to you
on the tray consecrated by the Lord
Extend your hand back to me, please
I have forgiven you, I love you with all my heart.
Tower Of Babel
I feel myself a starman and a magician, walking
on a fine harp
threading through a silky scarf woven by the starry
rays
ready to fight for this world, for the sunshine of
newborn liberties
the ones spreading from the Eye of God to every
corner of the world
and back to the God's Eye, belonging to the final
commander in chief
It is a feeling as if endlessly playing on a celestial
fortepiano
while the beauteous ballads of Chopin go on and
on, for a sweet eternity
Ecclesiastical bells are calling to come to the Holy
Mass
and can be heard at four points of the World, our
beloved Earth
Lost in my thoughts I join the perpetual struggle
for freedoms
and then as if in the Big Bang spreading outward
and also inward
to the core of my soul I see … Face of God. I
swear I see face of God !
My adventure is begun, with all the bells of the
world
ringing with the power borrowed from Almighty
God, my Lord
I am standing before a breathtaking, gloriously
shaped skyscraper
which is reaching to the very Heavens, piercing
them
It is of fully glassed form, playing with the
radiance of the sunlight
perhaps formed of all the rays of the whole
Universe
What a beautiful view ! What a splendid jewel,
my Lord !
There is a sign on the door that says: ‘ Tower of
Babel ‘
Oh, no, is it really the fabulous Tower of Babel, so
incandescent ?
The one which is the soul-soaring gate to God’s
palaces ?
Yes, this is indeed the noble Tower of Babel, no
doubt of it
The tower of so many languages, over six
thousand of them
What a beautiful building, looking like a tribute
to the Noah's Ark
Above the landscapes of human beings, as if
everlasting Tree of Life
Oh, you, the noble tower, a wonder of
a thousand and one nights
Scintillating one, sparking with symphonies of
Heavenly rays
I do not have to have a key, a magnetic card or
a remote control
in order to get inside you, my glamorous tower,
the Tower of Babel
Oh, Lord, my Lord, God Almighty ! It is indeed
the Tower of Babel !!
1.
I came inside and saw thousands of people
sitting around the tables
It was just a ground floor, which in itself was
already beaming with a thrill
I asked myself what could be on all the other
floors, certainly endless ones …
Strange enough, I saw only Belgians and Dutch
people on the ground floor
Somehow I knew it was the Day of the Dutch
here, well there was a sign saying that
I also knew there were people from all over the
world
on all the other floors, sure of it. For it is the
grandiose Tower of Babel !
- ‘ Let's concentrate on this floor ' - I whispered
to myself
I took a closer look and could not believe my
own eyes.
They were so many famous people in, from the
past, present and future
as if the timeless vehicle of time ceased to exist,
me out of it
I walked to the first table and once again I
could not believe my own eyes
There was sitting dignified, immortal Andreas
Vesalius
the author of the magnum opus ‘ On the
construction of the human body ‘
Next to him was sitting as great a man, Nicolaus
Copernicus himself
with his own magnum opus ‘ On the rotation of
the celestial spheres ‘
Beside him two great painters, Paul Rubens and
Anthony van Dijk
who visibly were close friends adoring the genius
of each other
Also Desiderius Erasmus, Dirk Martens,
Christopher Plantin
Gerardus Mercator and many other geniuses of
the past
- ‘ Dutch is the best language in the world. I
don't understand
why the French and Spaniards don't let us to
speak Dutch
- I heard Dirk Martens complaining
- ‘ Yes, yes ‘ - Paul Rubens answered him - ‘ I
don't care whether they like it or not
I just speak our beloved language, my friends, no
matter what !
The language of the heavenly stars ! ‘
- ‘ And you, who are you? Where do you come
from ? - Anthony van Dijk directed his question
to me
He made a sketch at the same time. A sketch
worth perhaps millions at any time
I felt embarrassed because I saw all those eyes,
the eyes of geniuses looking at me
- ‘ I was born in Poland, your country dear
Copernicus
and the country of Ignacy Jan Paderewski, Marie
Curie-Sklodowska
Krzysztof Penderecki, the one who composed
' The Seven Gates of Jerusalem ' amongst others
the country of Adam Mickiewicz, Juliusz
Slowacki, Cyprian Kamil Norwid
Andrzej Wajda, Roman Polanski,Tadeusz Kantor
and his avant-garde theater, to name but few
I know the time here in this Tower of Babel
doesn't count so I don't say when I have departed Poland
but let make it sure, I came away from the so
called communist tyranny
however strange it might sound to some of you
to ... America, my beloved land, one I have never
reached so far
Oh, yeah ! Fate, of course !
I left in search of freedom, I, a teenager full of
dreams, a little bit Hamlet, and a bit Don
Quixote ...
- ‘ And ... have you found your freedom ?’ -
Erasmus asked me
while enormous tension hanged in the air
- ‘ Have I found my freedom ? …’ - I repeated
soundlessly his question
lost deeply in my thoughts at the same time ...
- ‘ Come here, young man, sit down here with
us ! Do you like Dutch ?
- I heard suddenly Peter Paul Rubens, just the
moment
when I wanted to answer the question of Erasmus
He knew that not every question could be
answered
or that some answers were simply painful
- ‘ It is a beautiful language, though more
complicated than English ‘ - I answered
- ‘ And also more complicated than ... Polish ? ‘
- there was another question
- ‘ Difficult to say. I heard from many people Polish is the most complex language
second after the Chinese, one that is a complete
labirynth
Yet it's my mother language, a rose and a virgin,
quite holly in my mind
It is true to say that all languages are varying: in
vocabulary, syntax and sound, isn't it ? ‘
- ‘ And ... what about our language ? Do you
find it difficult ? ‘
- Curiosity of Paul Rubens seemed to be endless
- ‘ Yes and no. I discovered there are some words
in Dutch
which have many meanings but in Chinese the
meanings
for every single word are even more spectacular
Your language is not complicated for you, it's
your language
but for foreigners it is often quite complicated
I have sometimes trouble with finding the right
words
and that's like the case with the right clothes
which one sometimes finds easily and sometimes
can’t decide which ones to wear
or like with glasses on one’s nose that one finally
finds
on his nose but after much time lost for the search
Oh, divine decadence, you never know what’s
next ! ‘
Then I was invited to some other tables.
Famous people at all of them
Paul Jansen, René Magritte, Gerard Reve, William
Elsschot, Dirk Frimout
and Pieter Breughel, the one who painted ' The
Fall of Icarus '
Vitalski, DJs Tiësto and Armin van Buuren, Kris
and Koen van Clouseau,Tom Boonen
Helmut Lotti, Father Damian, Hugo Claes, many
others for long pages to mention
and from all times, the historical ones as well as
the present ones
- ‘ So ... you emigrated from Poland directly to
Belgium ? ‘ Asked me Father Damian
- ‘ No. I tried first to emigrate to the United
States. To my promised land, beloved one !
I wasn't, however, successful in this regard and
so I emigrated to ... New Zealand
the land of Katharine Mansfield, Edmund Hillary,
of the great soprano Kiri Te Kanawa ...
The land also of spectacular Coromandel
Peninsula, Milford Sounds Waterfalls, Windy
Wellington ...
The land which is called Aotearoa in Maori
language
what means: ' The land of the long white cloud '
The pristine country never to be forgotten,
fabulous, a harp for the angels
- ‘ But they are speaking English there, aren't
they ? ‘ - enquired one of them.
- ' Of course ! Fluently! Brightly ! It's though their
mother language ! '
Their curiosity got multiplied. ‘ Where have you
gone from New Zealand to ?
Directly to our Belgium, filled with chocolates,
soaked with beer ? ‘
- there was a new question. My answer was
simple:
- ‘ I was the adventurer for some time, I stayed
in the United Kingdom
and afterwards in China, traveling to Tibet and
other regions
Then I came to Belgium and I lived here ever
since ‘
- ‘ Are you determined to stay in Belgium or still
dreaming
to go to … America, the country of your
dreams ? ‘
I was silent for a moment, a tear appeared in my
eye
- ‘ That’s true ‘ - I answered - ‘ I dreamt of going
to America, the country I chose for myself
but … I have found it now good in Belgium,
good in the European Union
so … I am going to live in Belgium, my bride
turned wife
till the death shall separate us ‘
Everybody bursted with laugh at my comparison
of Belgium to a bride and wife
I wondered then among the tables quite a long
time
everywhere graciously welcomed, always asked
questions driven by curiosity
being offered friendships and heart felt emotions
At a certain moment I decided to check on other
floors and I directed myself
towards the elevators of the incredible,
effervescent Tower of Babel
The bells of the world played their music in my
ears
the music of God the Father, Jesus Christ and
the Holly Ghost
‘cause what I have experienced was larger than
life, a gift from the Lord
2.
Once in the elevator I saw thousands of buttons
one could see through
labyrinthine buttons of the Universe, shining with
a brilliance
as if they were made of diamonds, the most
precious stones
I pressed one of the buttons, a staggering
number 10024
disbelieving there could be a floor with this
number
although I have seen here the numbers in their
hundred of thousands
It didn’t last that long to get to the chosen floor,
perhaps a split of seconds
and then the door got open at the speed of light,
unnoticeably
I stepped out of the elevator and … found myself
in a large gathering room
with the all-American banners, the stars and
stripes !
Was I dreaming or was it the fact ?! - I stood
a moment completely surprised
But then I began simply to walk among the
many tables
and to my new surprising discovery and outright
astonishment
I saw the Founding Fathers of the United States
John Adams, Benjamin Franklin, Alexander
Hamilton, John Jay
Thomas Jefferson, James Madison, George
Washington and Samuel Adams
I saw there John Locke, Thomas Paine, Edgar
Allan Poe, many other finest guests
including presently known men and women of
superdom, Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt
Sharon Stone, Barbra Streisand, Johnny Depp
and Jude Law
Clint Eastwood, Leonardo di Caprio, Julie Roberts
en Martin Scorsese
Michael Rubens Bloomberg, the former mayor of
NYC
strangely there were even Marlon Brando and
Jack Nicholson among the guests
and even the president of the United States,
Barack Obama
next to former presidents of the USA, Bill Clinton,
George Bush and George W. Bush
so many other known and unknown faces, all
fully blown Americans
A good luck wanted I met two great geniuses
from the time of American struggle for
independence
both James Madison and Thomas Paine talked to
each other
holding their great historical works in their hands
that changed the entire course of the modern
civilizations, beginning with the USA
James Madison had original manuscripts of the
United States Bill of Rights, much of his authorship
and Thomas Paine his book ' Rights of Man ',
originally written in support of the French
Revolution
They just gave welcoming hands to me, asked
where I am from
and after hearing I am from Poland they were
delighted
to mention the Constitution of the 3 May, 1791
in Poland
the second modern times constitution after the
one cementing the USA in 1789
We had a short chat, friendly and brotherly, they
asked me
of I shall ever visit the United States, naturally
their beloved nation
and I answered it's my dream and sooner or later
I shall come to the land of my dreams
to NYC especially but also to Chicago, San
Francisco, many other places
and the culmination will be the toast to freedom
in the Statue of Liberty
Then we bade farewell to each other 'cause their
schedule was busy
and everybody went his own way
I was clearly happy to have met such larger than
life personages
but it took a few minutes before I realised I had
in my hand
one of the Federalist Papers, obviously gifted to
me by James Madison
In the meantime Barack Obama stood up and
went to the podium
He then began his presidential speech, one long
in political phrases
demanding concern with what was happening in
the Middle East
and as much in the eastern parts of Ukraine, with
Puttin tearing the country apart
In both cases there was a need for fast decisions,
according to him
The ISIS Caliphate must be destroyed, ‘cause they
are brutal terrorists
and what concerns Russia and Ukraine the war
must be stopped
Will the sanctions not bring desired results and
Putin will continue
with his military support for the rebels in the east
of Ukraine
the USA will have no other choice as to supply
defensive weapons
to the legitimate government of Ukraine, chosen
in the elections
Putin must stop ruining the international order
in Europe
Obama went further on in his farsighted speech
- ‘ We shall stand on the side of liberty, no
matter what ‘
the US president concluded. - ‘ God bless
America ‘ - He added
I imagined something else in a split - second
glance, Russia and Ukraine
joining the Transatlantic Pact of the free trade to
make the picture whole
and to definitely end all conflicts with Russia:
USA-EU-Ukraine-Russia
all the way from San Francisco and Vancouver to
Vladivostok in the Far East
of the Russian Federation. But it was for more
people to decide and not only for me
There was a long ovation, people standing up
from their chairs
some of them shouting: ‘ Long live America !
Long live liberty !
And then all these was commenced by singing
the American anthem
There were plenty of wonderful parties
afterwards among the participants
friendly people asking me to join them, curious
of me and my life
but as always in everything I had to say good
bye and depart
promising to visit America, my beloved land, one
day
When I was walking to the elevator I heard the
bells again in my head
the bells ringing and singing all the liberties
America fought for
and the world was desiring so much
Oh, long live America ! Long live freedoms and
liberty !
I got into the elevator and pushed on yet another
button, and then another button, and another
one …
And so my story of grandiose stories continued
by visiting great people
from all the corners of the world, just dependable
on which button I did press
I have been doing this, pressing the buttons in
the elevators for the rest of the day
then at night hours till the very midnight, then
the rest of the night
and then, tirelessly, I continued the same
throughout the next day splashed by the rays
of the Sun
but finally I had enough of emotions which
certainly would stay with me for the rest of my life
I decided to leave the Tower of Babel, to
leave also the vehicle of time and I was back
in the real world
Well, welcome back in the world of hardship,
world of desires and ambitions
and of life full of concerns, never ending
anxieties, life worth though to live in
One thing is sure about the two worlds I passed
through
my real one I am always in and the one in the
Tower of Babel, somehow also a real one
both worlds are a yearning to freedoms, love,
brotherhood, liberty, no matter what !
Both worlds are in fact one world, just both sides
of the coin, for all times to come
May the bells of the world ring the Earthly and
the cosmic sounds in our lives
and defend us from bad things, my Lord !
Ring, ring, ring roaring bells of Earth, resounding
bells of life, echoing bells of love
Ring my dear bells, our sweet hearts, dearest to
us rumbling hearts, forever !
So help us God, the Lord of all Universes, our
Almighty God
Tower Of Babel, episode 25
I went by the elevator to the very top
of the majestic Tower of Babel
A terrace appeared before me
one hidden in the lordly clouds
looking like the royal swans
extraterrestrial swans of the Universe
The Sun’s rays were the harp
playing the music of the Heavens
Mysterious waitresses with the wings
were bringing morning coffee to me
I heard all the melodies of the world
and swallowed them deep into my mind
I have sipped my delectable coffee
watching the superb wonders there
high in the sky among the clouds
where the earthly met the heavenly
and souls were free to dance
to the tunes of the music of the skies
Life was a harmony healed by rays
of all the tones getting out of the harp
an incandescent music of unity
to delight myself timelessly with
Every my breadth brought new notes
to sing the melodies long forgotten
I was not the only soul there
on the terrace among the clouds
There were other souls like me there
as marvellous astray souls
the earthly souls in the embrace of Heavens
or perhaps like me just adventurous ones
My Lord, let this dream last forever
let me enjoy this everlasting peace
and sip my coffee, gather my thoughts
let me touch the right sparking chords
as the music generated from the harp
celestial one, formed out of the Sun’s rays
I don’t know how long I really was there
on the terrace of the Babel’s Tower
but when I returned to the elevator
and looked at all the shining buttons
I felt again a free, reborn man
with effervescent body and mind
I knew my trip across the Tower of Babel
was far from the completed journey
There was so much yet to discover
apart from the pendulum of time
The rays of the Sun and of the stars
beamed alternately the perpetual music
Universe of Souls
Grandiose Universe of Souls
of effervescent men and women in love
and sparkling shades of their hearts
strongly pulsating to the tunes
of the music of their love, sweet one
Grandiose Universe of Souls
a garden of dreams which came true
a home to mutually loving individuals
fondly staying with each other, unendingly
harmonious affairs, melodies of love
Grandiose Universe of Souls
a tense love, passions even tenser
fever of love, deep ardor feelings
all the night, all the following day
and then, continually, for the rest of their lives
Grandiose Universe of Souls
endless trips across the universe of love
with all its shades, nuances, hues and tints
hungry for each other, whether in NYC
on the Eiffel Tower, Tower Bridge or elsewhere
Grandiose Universe of Souls
a concert of Earth and the Universe
melodies following melodies, incessantly
enamoured, in love making and reaching climax
soul to soul acceptance, the final symphony
Red Faced Moon
Life is not only
getting sunburnt on a beach
dancing at night under the circus tent
warmest year on record
in your love affairs
peaceful environment
loving partner, lots of friends
Life is also multi-day snowstorm
ice and sleet posing a major hazard
massive wintry blasts
severe weather all the year round
devastating deadly tornadoes
twisters half a mile wide
floods and the threat of landslides
widespread devastation
powerful storms
contradicted by persistent drought in other areas
new storms triggering flash floods
rivers bursting off their banks
carbon emissions, rising temperatures
gigantic tornadoes
tearing through entire neighborhoods
flattened by winds
with the speed of Formula One
All these under the watchful eye of the Moon
Oh, erotomaniac, you, the red faced Moon
looking at us all, not knowing
where to hide your head
what to do with your face
Exposed in your erotic pose
feeling full blown pain, the one of love
dreaming to catch a sweet rebel heart
a beauty of your dreams, the rebel heart
In spite of everything shine, my babe
Laugh when you’re unhappy
smile when you think
you’re close to bursting with tears
Be a mountain of optimism
when you wrestle with adversity
for your life is only once
and the world is going round
As far as the eye can reach
I can see only you, my rebel heart
You won’t ever vanish from my sight
I promise it to you
There is a say love is blind
Well, blind or not
I am blessed to have you
Don’t let your heart in your boots
know it I love you and won’t let you go
Oh, erotomaniac, you, the red faced Moon
looking at us all, not knowing
where to hide your head
what to do with your face
Exposed in your erotic pose
feeling full blown pain, the one of love
dreaming to catch a sweet rebel heart
a beauty of your dreams, the rebel heart
Have you forgotten, my babe
your beauty is
of the finest design
No designer would be able
to find some weak spots in you
nor change anything in you
who you are and what is your body
Just look at you and your skin of an angel
When you look at me
no city lights are brighter
no skyscrapers more extraordinary
no magicians more transcendental
no pristine streams more clean
we’re just lovers at first sight !!
Oh, erotomaniac, you, the red faced Moon
looking at us all, not knowing
where to hide your head
what to do with your face
Exposed in your erotic pose
feeling full blown pain, the one of love
dreaming to catch a sweet rebel heart
a beauty of your dreams, the rebel heart
You’re the beauty of all beauties
at all times of my life
from the dusk to the dawn
from the first rays of the Sun
to the last ones and more
beyond any dimensions
for you’re a queen
decorated with the shining stars
beaming at me like diamonds
and turning me
into your lover, your slave
You’re a beauty even in the moonless night
when it is inky black
I can see you even then
‘cause what is out of sight
is out of mind, equally priceless in your case
Oh, erotomaniac, you, the red faced Moon
looking at us all, not knowing
where to hide your head
what to do with your face
Exposed in your erotic pose
feeling full blown pain, the one of love
dreaming to catch a sweet rebel heart
a beauty of your dreams, the rebel heart
I would sing about your beauty
for nights and days, and decades
Yet my mother and father taught me
the greatest virtue is to hold one’s tongue
The tongue is though
the rudder of our ship, the ship of love
I would never give you up
with a remark ‘ fate willed it ‘
I know the lot fell upon me
to be your husband, loving you
Although so may others
lie unblushingly at the altar
this wasn’t a case with us and won’t ever be
‘cause we’re sweet lovers, the rebel hearts
Perhaps you don't hear the songs of my love
but I do sing them
deeply in my mind and heart
Oh, erotomaniac, you, the red faced Moon
looking at us all, not knowing
where to hide your head
what to do with your face
Exposed in your erotic pose
feeling full blown pain, the one of love
dreaming to catch a sweet rebel heart
a beauty of your dreams, the rebel heart
I am not so good in expressing my love
in showing you the reaches of my heart
my pulsating heart, the rebel heart
I murder a language, the one of love
and it is better you just look into my eyes
so you can see there everything you need to
know
Just look into my eyes, my babe
I am yours and you’re mine
you, the beauty princess of all times
Our love was born
in the twinkling of an eye
and will last forevermore
Let’s listen to our hearts, rebel hearts
what melodies they compose
and sing to us, the melodies of love
Your heart is of glass
but my heart is of steel
and so we’re both
one heart, one love, one soul
Oh, erotomaniac, you, the red faced Moon
looking at us all, not knowing
where to hide your head
what to do with your face
Exposed in your erotic pose
feeling full blown pain, the one of love
dreaming to catch a sweet rebel heart
a beauty of your dreams, the rebel heart
You know what I have on the tip of my
tongue
you know I wear my heart on my sleeve
All this for you and only for you
just come here, stand before me
let yourself lie then in my arms
let kiss you, and kiss, and kiss
endlessly, no matter what
May our hearts, rebel hearts
get what we’re dreaming about
May our love becomes the one
as then at that first wild night
out there under the nightly sky
when what we did was witnessed
only by the diamond alike stars
and the red faced, jealous Moon
Heaven knows what shall happen with us
in our later lives
It’s something what tugs at the heartstrings
but I am confident
we shall manage to go on
loving each other till the end of our lives
Oh, erotomaniac, you, the red faced Moon
looking at us all, not knowing
where to hide your head
what to do with your face
Exposed in your erotic pose
feeling full blown pain, the one of love
dreaming to catch a sweet rebel heart
a beauty of your dreams, the rebel heart
Shades of Love
The furious Moon rushed out
of the meeting of the planets, moons and stars
- ‘ I’m closest to the ladies of Earth
and have all rights to love them ‘
- he shouted while enraged by the decision
all the participants should give each other
an equal chance to conquering hearts
of the women of Earth, known for their beauty
in the furthest expanses of the Universe
Whatever to say, the disagreement stayed
and a ruthless competition
for the hearts of Aphrodites of Earth
was going to be continued, perhaps till the
bitter end
Oh, the Moon, you the sweet erotomaniac
should we fault you for all those misdemeanors
your desires, in thousands of shades
all those secret peephole spyings
and far too many titillating details you know
or even outright, cheeky watching
of your victims, via their open windows
the beauties unaware of being spied by you ?
Your brothers, oh, the red faced Moon
not only in our Solar system, including the Sun
not only in our Milky Way Galactic
but across the entire Universe
are not less sinful, no less red faced
They all are filled with erotic desires
to go on with charming women of Earth
All are dreaming to love them
their hearts on fire, bursting and bursting
producing unlimited numbers of shades
the shades of love, shades of sex desires
Oh, the stars in the Large Magellanic Cloud
oh, the blue stars in Caldwell constellation
the Crab Nebula stars, the Virgo stars
and all your cousins across the Universe
you’re not less sex addicted
as the moonlike princes wherever they are
you, the monarchs shining love
perpetually, till the infinity
Although the Earthly beauties
all those Catherines, Angelinas
Roses, Janets, you name them all
know only fifty shades of grey
before they engage in love affairs
they certainly end up
knowing thousands upon thousands of shades
in all the colors of the Universe
the shades of love, scintillating love
one as starry as all the diamond shaped stars
in the entire Universe
What a symphony of love, Casanova alike
is ongoing on our planet Earth
Be jealous, dear Earthly gentlemen
don’t let your ladies out of your sight
not even a moment
one which can cost you
having lost your precious woman
lost into the arms of a moon or a star
Be jealous, men, be really jealous
love your ladies with all your hearts
let them enjoy endless numbers
of the love’s shades, the symphonic shades
Show, you’re even better
than your starry competitors
May the red faced Moon
and as much red faced stars
burn in their irritations
No problem, that's their business !!
In the evening when your love one
is undressing herself
in the morning of the rising Sun
when she strips herself
and lovely stretches herself in the open window
with not any cloth on her
the dangers always are lurking
Whether it is the Moon, other moons
or the Sun at his very reign
or a number of starry gentlemen
Our ladies, dear Earthly gentlemen
are always at risk
of being looked upon via peepholes
or taken straightaway in the arms of the starry
lovers
unaware even of what is happening to them
Subconsciously, however, knowing it
'cause the sweet, erotic feelings
are overwhelming, culminating with a climax
Don’t fault our ladies for this, guys
‘cause who would object against fresh rays
treating you sweetly like a fresh breath
and penetrating all your body parts
in a way the starry monarchs can only do it ?!
What all our Earthly women do not know
is how fierce quarrels take place
among the princes and monarchs
of the fabulous galactic spaces
the moons, planets and stars simply
Their choices are often the same
falling many times on the same women
and they are then quite frustrated
when they find out one day or one night
the women they chose also belong
to their starry competitors
All those male, uncompromising stars
erotomaniacs and often so vindictive
jump then to each other's throats
with compressed fists
There were stories of Cetus, Delphinus,
Eridanus, Scorpius, Serpens,
Taurus, Virgo, Chamaeleon, Hydrus
as well as of the moons
Phobos, Callisto, Enceladus, Hyperion
Phoebe, Oberon, Triton, Charion
and of many other celestial males
who had to solve their differences
before the starry tribunal as it just happened
with the erotomaniac, red faced Moon
who just rushed out with a complete enragement
