I empathise with those of us who feel
the world on top of our shoulders
who feel things others don’t
who feel all the beauty and ugliness
found in this resplendent world.
Poems from Ondrej’s heart
I empathise with those of us who feel
the world on top of our shoulders
who feel things others don’t
who feel all the beauty and ugliness
found in this resplendent world.
The plight of History
paths worn out
by lowered gazes
gutters soaked with
rivers of tears
swords blunted
with the hearts
of good ones, converted.
Converted to causes they
didn’t believe in;
converted against their will
walking on paths
worn by the tears
of those who’ve been there before.
Such a funny sentence
What does it mean
Where is nowhere
and where can I find it?
Is it where the trees stopped growing
and the oil slicks stopped spilling
Is it where there is peace
and love amongst all?
Looking through the courtyard
My gaze is drawn
To the two unclothed people
Frolicking in their kitchen
Wondering if they know
They are putting on a show
For my neighbours and I
Leaves me enough time to conclude
Perhaps time for a hot and steamy
cuppa tea
Questions swirling in my mind
Questions stirring swirling my stomach
anxieties of anxieties
and of my sensitive nature
lead me to question
lead me to doubt
a great deal.
Even if I wonder, even
if the anxiety whooshes in
even if I doubt
I know, I feel
I am at home with you
Even if I’m unsure
even if the doubts rush in
even if I’m not at home with myself
I’m at home with you.
Legs aching
Britannia in front of me
The Empire long gone
With the rolling hills
And endless green fields
Of England in my mind.
The bustling streets of London filled with sights, sounds and smells
Of coffee, food, and unwashed people
Taste of history on my tongue
Persecution and injustice in my mind
All of us walking here unawares
No time to understand or to think
Appreciate each other
When the world needs it most.
Opened up with a sentence
A deep-seated discomfort looms
Elephant in a china shop
Breaking the fragile state of mind
But it’s followed by the sweet honey of comfort
Dripping in between the cracks
Filling the seams
And making me whole again.
Feel the rush of the night on my skin
As car lights search the shadows
and the neon signs pull at dark corners
The tugging of a young heart
after adventure and thrill
as he stares into the yawning night.
Home, tugging at my heartstrings Home, slipping away into the dark Home, why don’t I know what my heart sings Home, why does every step miss the mark? As the clouds cover all below Shrouding memories in mist Thinking of the thoughts in tow All the things I might've missed Questioning my happiness Wondering what home I miss And doubting my sadness Longing for my beloved’s kiss. Onwards I go, alone but not lonely As the way forward becomes clear My darling, I know that only Want you to be by my side, my dear.
Is like a grey polyester blanket Cold from the outside Until you make the plunge Keeps the warmth in Keeps the colours out Envelopes all that walks, all that talks Until time elopes with all emotions And the grey blanket comes off revealing the colours we were too blind to see.