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Guardians of Universe

   What has happened with the scintillating

euphory

of the Bill Clinton's years and the fall of the

Soviet Union?

Liberty seemed to have won, a pulsating star on

its own

Freedoms seemed to have been flourishing

and the world could begin to seep fruits of

freedoms

and all the delightful nectars coming out of them

   Yet then there was the nightmarish New York's

9/11 

the Al Qaeda's devastating attack on WTC

It was then the beginning of a new era

Liberty was mortally wounded, lying on the

ground

blood spurting feverishly out of her body

the body of the whole world, of all humanity

Oh, sing us Pavarotti from behind the grave

cos what had happened was a triumph of the

devil

   Guardians, amaranthine guardians of the

Universe

defend us from ruthless evil, defend us all

May liberty gets resurrected and arises from the

ashes

may freedoms flourish back on the Earth's bosom

May the rays of the Sun and of the eternal stars

become common also in our own bodies and

minds

May the global enlightenment blossoms yet again

like all the shimmering stars on the canvas of the

sky

Say no to what contradicts freedoms, say yes to

liberty

don't let the shadows of evil engulf you completely

don't let your dignity be taken away, fight back

for your soul

   Ever since then strange things did happen

terror was on the move, liberty pushed down

brotherly, Cain and Abel alike bloodshed followed

a bloodshed

of apocalyptic dimensions, with Al Qaeda in the

lead

in Iraq, Afghanistan, the entire Muslim world

   The Arab Spring seemed to have been a chance

but soon afterwards everybody knew it bitterly

it was a monumental failure, contrary to what was

wished

getting back into the hands of dictators spitting at

feedoms

whether Islamist as in Libya or military rule as in

Egypt

Oh, sing us heroes of Tahrir, of all other heroic

places

cos what have happened is a triumph of the devil

   Guardians, amaranthine guardians of the

Universe

defend us from ruthless evil, defend us all

May liberty gets resurrected and arises from the

ashes

may freedoms flourish back on the Earth's bosom

May the rays of the Sun and of the eternal stars

become common also in our own bodies and

minds

May the global enlightenment blossoms yet again

like all the shimmering stars on the canvas of the

sky

Say no to what contradicts freedoms, say yes to

liberty

don't let the shadows of evil engulf you

completely

don't let your dignity be taken away, fight back

for your soul

   The flames of evil continued to be on the

march

Al Shabab, a Somali extremist organisation

keeping a ruthless Sharia rule over its citizen

crossing its borders to neighboring countries at

own wish

attacking a number of hotels and shopping

centers in Kenya

In one of the attacks at the Breeze View Hotel in

Mgehetoni

the Al Shabab attackers took aside some of the

men

and gunned them down in front of the women

   Boko Haram in Nigeria, another Islamist terrorist group

known for ruthless murdering of innocent people

and their most recent kidnapping which outraged

the world

of over 200 schoolgirls from a northern Chibok

town

Some of which may never be found back

As ruthless Talibans in Pakistan and Afghanistan

met their suicide attacks, mutilations, murders

kidnappings, stoning of women, enforcing of

Shariah

   Guardians, amaranthine guardians of the

Universe

defend us from ruthless evil, defend us all

May liberty gets resurrected and arises from the

ashes

may freedoms flourish back on the Earth's bosom

May the rays of the Sun and of the eternal stars

become common also in our own bodies and

minds

May the global enlightenment blossoms yet again

like all the shimmering stars on the canvas of the

sky

Say no to what contradicts freedoms, say yes to

liberty

don't let the shadows of evil engulf you

completely

don't let your dignity be taken away, fight back

for your soul

   Hamas in Palestine with a hardline terrorist reign

unwilling to give up its unjust Islamist ideology

on behalf of liberal democracy in a new Palestine

Iran's Shia tyranny mistreating its own citizen

executing them ruthlessly on numerous pretexts

such as ' corruption on Earth ', belonging to

another faith

propaganda against the state, so called

' moharebe '

what means enmity against God, oh irony !!

   Finally the most apocalyptic of all, the reign of

the devil

horrific to the core of one's bones, paralyzing

goodness

ISIS, the Sunni Islamist terrorist organization

for the Caliphate of Iraq and the Levant

the terror forces, inclusive their so called ' Foreign

legion '

the Islamist extremists from around Europe

who shall surely bring their jihad to the West

   ISIS, one which went all the way for a split

from Al Qaeda

calling themselves the real bearer 

of Osama bin Laden's legacy

A split as between the Sunni's and the Shia's

upon a time

The world have just learnt

they have massacred 1700 Iraqi Shia airfare

recruits in Tikrit

just on a recent sunny day turned apocalyptic one

killing with a cold blood while spitting in the face

of God

the monstrously inhuman bloodlust of the ISIS

terrorists

and it's just a … beginning

Oh, sing us celestial angels from your Heavens

cos what have happened is a triumph of the

devil

   Guardians, amaranthine guardians of the

Universe

defend us from ruthless evil, defend us all

May liberty gets resurrected and arises from the

ashes

may freedoms flourish back on the Earth's

bosom

May the rays of the Sun and of the eternal stars

become common also in our own bodies and

minds

May the global enlightenment blossoms yet again

like all the shimmering stars on the canvas of the

sky

Say no to what contradicts freedoms, say yes to

liberty

don't let the shadows of evil engulf you

completely

don't let your dignity be taken away, fight back

for your soul

Children of Universe

   A handsome man with a blond shag and a hat

in his hands

kneeled in a chapel alongside a busy highway

He looked at enormous image of the Holly Virgin

and having her as a witness he prayed aloud

fervently, with dampened eyes and a drop of tear

expressing his outmost love to a woman he

seemed to have lost

Images of all the good times he had with her

swirled through his mind like fast moving winds

   ‘ I am your hunter of stars, no red lights can

stop me

a hunter catching most beautiful, youthful stars

and placing them on a starry necklace, a symbol

of love

to shine on your neck looking like that of a ballet

swan

a necklace with the emerald alike sparkling cosmic

rays

being a symphony of all love we have expressed

so far

a theatrical play Romeo and Juliet alike, full of

drama

a heavenly comedy as much, with plentiful of

carefree laugh

   You are my virgin of all times I am falling for

rising like a phoenix any time I think of you

towards the Nevada skies high above the Silver

State 

disappearing then somewhere there among stars

I am a hunter of stars indeed, my darling, raging

on fire

and I shall find you one day and won’t let you go

even if I had to fly through the fiery starry balls

and into the abyss alike Black Hole, risking

entrapment

   We are children of the Universe, you and me,

forever

you a woman, me a man, longing to each other

Perhaps you are gone for now, you my Big Bang

but I don’t believe a second you won’t come

back

and I shall see you back coming to me with

a lightning

cos we are destined to each other, sooner or

later

I believe it and I pray for it, here in this Chapel

of God

here, before Face of Our Lady, the most holly of

all

   It is a quiet calm after the thunderstorm right

now

and only rain is sipping still, sounding a beat of

music

to the Beethoven's Appassionata in Ohio skies

and I was just dancing in the rain knowing you

shall watch

before I came into this Chapel of God to pray

No, there shall never be rivers in the wasteland

but phosphorescent harvest for both of us

cos we are children of Universe in the glory of

love

   Yes, I am a hunter of the stars for you, my

darling

on my starship to the very ends of the Universe

seeking you till I shall find you, with a thunder

gifting you with a necklace and rings of stars,

diamond alike

lettin' the nights and days roll like in a ballet

musical

The Phantoms of the Ghost shall return to their

caves, indeed 

Oh, hallelujah, hallelujah, sing the chorus of

angels

sing the elegy of a man loving a woman most

dear to his heart !!

   I am your painter and a photographer with a

silver beard

portraying all your angelic charms with my heart

as if you were a woman with a harp and a trumpet

in your hand

a violin, a saxophone and a synthesizer at your

side 

sending sweetest ever music of angelic dimensions

through the masterful 3D canvas of the sky

and catching on the way all the sensual tastes of

any witnesses

sending us plentiful kisses and wishes of the best

   Come, come back to me, shine like angel you

are

shatter me, put me on fire, let me dance the way

you love

cos we are really destined to each other, a ballet

of love

and you shall realize it sooner or later, our ballet

of life

You had ascended thunderously like a fiery

phoenix 

and you shall descend triumphantly like a phoenix

Together again for all times to come, my darling 

cos we are children of Universe, united in sweet

love ‘

   A tear dropped yet again from his dampened

eyes

which he closed momentarily to suppress his

emotions

He felt someone came up and kneeled next to him

It felt as if a whirlwind of mysterious air danced

a tango

the tango of love he used to dance with the

woman he loved

He opened his eyes and could not believe what

he saw

his beloved woman alike Holly Virgin was kneeling

side by side

and looked at him lovingly, knowing she came

home

   They kissed passionately each other in a way

lovers do

said farewell to Saint Mary in the chapel, the

holiest of all

and holding each other heartily entwined in their

arms

went outside to a red colored, fiery Lamborghini

They got in and drove up the highway towards

Rocky Mountains

and the Colorado skies embracing the mountains

They, the hunters of stars, woven of their love

They, the children of Universe, finally united in

love

This time there was a snowy, wintery scenery on

the way

Wherever they looked they saw welcoming arms of

lady the winter

which finally descended upon the Earth like a fully

white phoenix

Carpathian Skies

   The day belonged to the majestic Carpathian

mountains 

and the marvelous skies embracing them, the

Carpathian skies

Mesmerizing and enigmatic beyond anything to

say

fabulous to a highest degree, God's phenomenal

creation

The skies were azure blue, not one even grey

cloud to be seen

This vast ocean of blue expanses was embraced

brotherly

by countless symphony of rays from the godlike

Sun

Devine music of the skies above the Carpathian

mountains 

breathtaking, a heavenly music of the Phantom of

the Day

   I was tramping through mountain ranges the

whole day

feeling united with the nature and her godlike

proximity

It was a world in itself, a bewildering wilderness

of the nature

all those mountain lakes, flowers one could never

see elsewhere

wild animals seen from time to time, even the

brown bears

amazing display of the divine Carpathians in all

their royal dominion

From time to time I looked around curiously for

something else

something what I heard from the jovial local

mountaineers

 to whom nothing here was alien, everything in

their scriptures

   Any time soon I should find a castle hidden in

those mountains

deep in their shadow, the castle of Dracula Vlad

Ţepeş himself

the enormously blood thirsty king of all vampires

in one person

The stories were the prince turned vampire was

still present 

and active at nights as centuries ago, more so

with passing time

the prince who lost his beloved princes some

centuries ago

in suspicious and very gruesome circumstances,

which enraged him

to such a degree he turned into a vampire in

a supernatural way

and ever since then he was on a killing spree, out

of a sheer rage 

never to be satisfied enough, falling for fresh

blood from virgins mainly

   I have returned to my camping quite late,

feeling a bit a colder air

a starlit night was already fully blown like some

angelic beauty

or even like Marilyn Monroe in her dress blown up

in the wind

before a crowd of frenzy photographers, dancing

like some devils

luckily without a trace of them here, on the bosom

of nature

What a night it promised to be, under the

Carpathian skies 

with all the luminously shimmering stars on the

curtain of Heavens

in gentle gust of warm winds, wolves and bears

hidden from sight

in the darkness of the quiet night, sometimes

perhaps seen ghostly

With my tent, my table with candles, a small

campfire next

What else did I need ? Yes, a woman, a muse of

these mountains !! 

   I had a delicious late supper on the table which

I consumed 

like if I were an enormously excessive gourmand

while the small flames of my candles danced in

the soft wind

not strong enough to get them snuffed out, a

dance of the flames

I don't know what happened then, there was a

momentary darkness

as if I lost my consciousness or were kept in

blackness

The next sequence was simply thrillingly

unearthly, supernatural

there sat Satan himself and God Almighty at the

table

Satan's eyes showed endless abyss with wild fires 

ten thousands more powerful than nuclear

explosions

or even Big Bang supernovas at vast galactic

spaces 

This horror alike abyss must certainly have been

the Hell

   God's eyes showed the Heavens, of infinite

calmness

and infinite spaces of all Universes, known and

unknown

though gathered completely within Him, God

Almighty

the Creator of all the Universes, of Infinities upon

Infinities

Why did he then tolerated Satan, the devil of

devils ? 

Well, perhaps He had His unfathomable design,

His plan

   ' You're mine. ' - Satan said wryly to me,

aggressively

I felt instantly burning myself madly out of fear of

fears

What have I done Satan wanted me? I was a

decent person

I've never harmed anyone, never cheated, why

then ?

   ' Not in my life ! Never ever !! ' - I suddenly

heard

I was stunned but as much God and Satan

themselves

An intensive source of light, tennis ball shaped,

jumped out 

of my chest and bounced onto the table

I realized this neutron alike ball of intensive light 

was nothing else as my soul, my beloved soul,

my defender !!

   ' You're not to decide this ! ' - Satan reposted

angrily

Bundle of hellish fires flushed out of his eyes,

nearly catching my soul

But then unexpectedly he managed to hit my

soul 

which bounced all the way towards the

neighboring mountains

only to be caught by God's invisible strings alike

the ones 

used by Spiderman and brought back onto the

table

   ' Neither you ' - God Almighty said calmly not

even looking at Satan

and extended His hand to my soul. She bounced

happily on God's hand

   ' You think so ?! ' - Satan reposted yet again,

but one could see 

he wasn't so sure of himself when dealing with

God

   ' Yes, I think so ' - was God's firm and

definitive answer. 

He let my soul to bounce back onto the table,

somehow rejuvenated

   ' I don't understand, what is it all about ? ' - I

murmured fearfully

afraid to be looking straight at God and His

adversary

What was most surprising God Almighty just

laughed

and all the stars on the Heavens' skies scintillated

at the same time

   ' It's nothing to do with you, Thaddeus, on my

side. ' - God said. 

   ' I just loved to be present in this scenery of the

Carpathians 

   ' Why then Satan's here, at this table ? ' - my

soul asked 

She did it courageously knowing God was her

loving Father

   ' Yes, I know he had bad intentions. This is why

he is here ' 

God answered my soul and then turned patiently

to me

   ' You see, Thaddeus, you were looking for

Dracula

at least you've been thinking of him. Satan's his

best friend '

What could I answer about this revelation, so clear

now to me ?

   ' Thank you, God Almighty ' - I just said but felt

relieved 

God allowed me to smile to Him and even gifted

me with His smile

The next what I remembered were my candles

snuffing out 

one after another one while the stars were

shimmering as always

Goddess of Freedom

Solidarity Now !!

Sleepless Poet

   What a thrilling Wrath of God was it 

in the very blackness of the night

turned to a luminous whiteness from time to

time !!

Hail, hail and hail, pellets of frozen rain

falling in showers from cumulonimbus clouds

all of them of the size of tennis balls

In the very Summer. Was it not appalling ?!

They were falling from the dark abyss of the sky

which was wholly overwhelmed by stormy clouds

being shown in all their royal majesty 

every time the lightnings zigzagged

across the vast spaces of heavenly space

followed by new, powerful thunderstorms

a dance of the lightnings and thunderstorms,

indeed

and of the hailstorm changing the sceneries

of New York City constantly, the whole long

night

   In that deepness of the super stormy night

a poet was sitting at the window

of his apartment, just opposite MoMa

the Museum of Modern Art on 53rd Street

This museum of the adamantine ladies

looked extremely ghostly in the stormy night

The street was covered by many levels 

of balls of hails upon hails, shining, glittering

reflecting lots of amaranthine light

in the city lights and at storm's lightnings 

as if they were some real diamonds 

miraculously spread all over the place

some ambers, emeralds and pearls

all the other precious stones one could imagine

and the modern civilizations were mad for

   Oh, you the true poet, the poet of New York

City

reach for a pen, your scintillating wand

and a starlit starship capable to travel

across vast universes upon universes

and the inner worlds where our souls stay

Change this world, dear poet of New York City

for a better one, more human, cherishing

freedoms

May the celestial symphony adds music of

liberation

to all your efforts, my dear poet of New York 

Oh, phantoms, phantoms, my beloved phantoms

phantoms of the Universe and phantoms of this

Earth

phantoms of the Day and of the Night

phantoms of poetry, of arts, of creation

phantoms of love, of desire, of heart

Inspire this poet, bring him to the tops 

of his creative skills and let him create 

amaranthine masterpiece of sparkling poetry

bring then this on the tray before the very God

Appease Him. No more Wrath of God !!

   There was lots of rain water which was

streaming 

down the typical New York City windows 

sometimes seeming to be dark red 

as if blood of innocents were spurting out

somewhere else in the wider world

being projected for New Yorkers

The lightnings in the blackness of the night

looked so incredibly surrealistic

as if this was some outer world

Yet they were real ones, and photogenic

as if they were phantoms of the light

phantoms of the ghost, or soul on the lose 

phantoms of the night and of the dance

whatever other scintillating phantoms

having their fun in the blackness of the night

   The poet remembered what Barack Obama said

when commenting on Russian actions in Crimea

The days of empires taking on their smaller

nations

were definitely over, not acceptable, never again

America shall never allow the ghosts of the past

to take over the twenty first century

desired to be a century of justice for all

of flourishing freedoms and of democratic ideas

It was a remark clearly stated against Putin

the guy who thought he could do anything

what he wanted, in a clear disregard

of the world's dream, wish and determination

to move beyond all the evils of the past

and spread freedoms and light of liberty

across the entire troubled globe, needing this

much

   Oh, you the true poet, the poet of New York

City

reach for a pen, your scintillating wand

and a starlit starship capable to travel

across vast universes upon universes

and the inner worlds where our souls stay

Change this world, dear poet of New York City

for a better one, more human, cherishing

freedoms

May the celestial symphony adds music of

liberation

to all your efforts, my dear poet of New York 

Oh, phantoms, phantoms, my beloved phantoms

phantoms of the Universe and phantoms of this

Earth

phantoms of the Day and of the Night

phantoms of poetry, of arts, of creation

phantoms of love, of desire, of heart

Inspire this poet, bring him to the tops 

of his creative skills and let him create 

amaranthine masterpiece of sparkling poetry

bring then this on the tray before the very God

Appease Him. No more Wrath of God !!

   The lightnings went on, a dance of the

hailstorm

in the blackness of the phantoms' night

Phantoms of the ghost, of the dance

appeared from time to time, disappearing then

The poet was still sitting at the window

watching all those phenomenons of nature

fascinated especially by the lightnings on the sky

and the Wrath of God, so visible

Just this night, in the blackness of the night

everything seemed to have come to life

the thunderous lightnings waking them up

waking up even all the ghosts hidden so far

within the walls of the Museum of the Modern

Art

just across the street. How phenomenal !!

Whatever there was in rushed cheerfully outside

to celebrate their unchained freedom

while the Wrath of God on human kind went on

   The poet looked like hypnotized at this

museum

and couldn't believe at all what he saw

It must have been Beethoven's Appassionata

transformed into figurative display

of all those famous masterpieces of art

on the parade to please God and dancing angels

the Virgins of Avignon by Pablo Picasso

the Bather of Paul Cézanne

the Starry Night by Vincent van Gogh

the Seed of the Areoi by Paul Gauguin

the Sleeping Gypsy by Henri Rousseau

God, so many wonders, all eternal ones

The poet couldn't really take his eyes away

from all those wonders upon wonders of human

hand

   Oh, you the true poet, the poet of New York

City

reach for a pen, your scintillating wand

and a starlit starship capable to travel

across vast universes upon universes

and the inner worlds where our souls stay

Change this world, dear poet of New York City

for a better one, more human, cherishing

freedoms

May the celestial symphony adds music of

liberation

to all your efforts, my dear poet of New York 

Oh, phantoms, phantoms, my beloved phantoms

phantoms of the Universe and phantoms of this

Earth

phantoms of the Day and of the Night

phantoms of poetry, of arts, of creation

phantoms of love, of desire, of heart

Inspire this poet, bring him to the tops 

of his creative skills and let him create 

amaranthine masterpiece of sparkling poetry

bring then this on the tray before the very God

Appease Him. No more Wrath of God !!

   The poet rushed through his messy apartment

messy in a positive way cos it was artistic mess

He picked up his Johnny Walker and rushed back

to be a witness to things larger than life

There was the Man with a Guitar by Georges

Braque

the Dance by Henri Matisse, the Dream by Henri

Rousseau

Pablo Picasso's Boy Leading a Horse 

Broadway Boogie-Woogie by Piet Mondrian

Gold Marilyn Monroe by Andy Warhol

Thousands of tinkling and twinkling art

masterpieces

given their chance to live their night

while the round formed hails where bouncing

from windows to windows, landing then

on each other on the street, with multiple levels 

shining like the Earthly stars vice heavenly stars

every time thunderstorms were followed 

by the God's lightnings across the stormy skies

   The poet didn't really need much time 

to get firmly embraced by overwhelming

euphory

He just stood up and began to dance

to the tunes of the thrilling piercing

thunderstorms 

and laser alike lancinating lightnings

the celestial symphony of the skies

adding himself to the maddening dance

of all the phantoms gathered in the street

the phantoms of the night, phantoms of the

dance

phantoms of the ghost, of love, of heart

of desire even, phantoms of life

whatever other phantoms larger than life

He, the poet became himself a phantom

dancing maddeningly in his apartment

till he collapsed and has fallen down onto the

floor

his silhouette reflected for a moment 

in the skyline of the New York City's skies

and accentuated as much by a new celestial

lightning

   Oh, you the true poet, the poet of New York

City

reach for a pen, your scintillating wand

and a starlit starship capable to travel

across vast universes upon universes

and the inner worlds where our souls stay

Change this world, dear poet of New York City

for a better one, more human, cherishing

freedoms

May the celestial symphony adds music of

liberation

to all your efforts, my dear poet of New York 

Oh, phantoms, phantoms, my beloved

phantoms

phantoms of the Universe and phantoms of this

Earth

phantoms of the Day and of the Night

phantoms of poetry, of arts, of creation

phantoms of love, of desire, of heart

Inspire this poet, bring him to the tops 

of his creative skills and let him create 

amaranthine masterpiece of sparkling poetry

bring then this on the tray before the very God

Appease Him. No more Wrath of God !!

New York, New York

   Look at Manhattan, the Center of the Universe

fabulous beyond anything to say, breathtaking 

Look at Times Square, the World's Crossroads 

the hub of the Broadway theatre district

Look at the skyscrapers reaching heavens 

at the financial center in the Wall Street

the spectacular New York's Stock Exchange

at Manhattan's Chinatown, at the subway

at the Freedom Tower, the pearl of pearls

express your utmost wonder, delight yourself

See New Yorkers hurrying to their jobs

cheerful, optimistic, exuberant, self-confident

See a handsome man walking down the street

see a beautiful woman in red sitting on a bench

a shiny pearl among the busy human traffic

See him approaching her and gently kissing her

see them dancing their tango, the tango of love

among the yellow cabs and Manhattan

limousines

   Look at Central Park, the New York's lungs

and the godlike splendor of the nature there

emanating from all corners and at all seasons

in the very heart of marvelous New York City

Look at those millions of people, proud Americans

descendants from all corners of the globe

doing their best to be part of the American

Dream

Oh, God bless America, God bless the whole

world !!

See happy and carefree kids in Central Park

playing with the plentiful rays from the Sun

and with palette of many shadows from Earth

in the full blown triumphant Summer around

and magnificent scents generated by the trees

What a splendid playground, a symphony it is

a heavenly music to the tunes of the Sun's harp

and yes, the Sun's trumpet, Sun's violin

the Sun's saxophone, all the divine Sun's tools

and of course, the Earth's piano as well

a music larger than life, at kids' hands

   Majestic New York, you, the Tower of Babel 

New York, New York, you, the Spectacle of Life

New York, New York, you, the Symphony of

Love 

New York, New York, my only City, my love

New York, New York, the City we all love

New York, New York, you, the jewel of all jewels

The everlasting Spring and the Summer's

sunshine

New York, New York, majestic New York

   See the Bronx, Brooklyn, Manhattan

picturesque Queens and Staten Island

the jewels of America, of the world as much

See the Hudson River 

emptying into Upper New York Bay

Yankee Stadium, home of the New York Yankees

the Bronx Zoo, the world's largest metropolitan

one

the John F. Kennedy International Airport

Thousand and one wonders, indeed

Once New Amsterdam, turned New York City

shining like the Sun on a brightest day

and like shimmering stars at quiet nights

like the exctasy of men and women in love

a pearl in the crown of America, indeed

kept safely in the claws of the American hawk

Look at all those busy people of New York yet

again

making their dreams come true 

Oh, New Yorkers, New Yorkers

you're the vanguard of the world !

You're shooting for the stars !!

   New York City, you're our Ode to Life

you're our everlasting Bell of Life

our Dreamland which came true

our Highway to Heavens, a reborn Soul

our Happy End at our final Crossroads

the brilliant diamond, amber and emerald

You're mesmerizingly All American 

a hauntingly fabulous Mirror of the World 

and the shining Jewel of the Free World

Oh, New York, the true Tower of Babel 

my love, our love, forevermore !!

Let's finally look at the Statue of Liberty 

whoever you are

She's our Light as much as New York is

reminding us every single moment of our lives

freedom is what counts 

and what is worth to strive for

The Statue of Liberty 

standing there triumphantly

at the gate to everlasting New York City

   Majestic New York, you, the Tower of Babel 

New York, New York, you, the Spectacle of Life

New York, New York, you, the Symphony of

Love 

New York, New York, my only City, my love

New York, New York, the City we all love

New York, New York, you, the jewel of all jewels

New York, New York, the Fall's and Winter's

brilliance

New York, New York, majestic New York

PHANTOM OF THE SOUL

   What a carnival was it, a pure delight of all

senses

the whole days and nights long, most

mesmerizing

to the thunderous tunes of a heavenly symphony

of the Sun's rays followed by displays from the

stars

   What a carnival was it, endless music and

dance

on our motherly Earth and in the fatherly Heavens

and what we didn't know on far away beautiful

planets

in different parts of the Universe, where life

flourished

   What a carnival was it, from a Danish Fastelavn 

via the outburst of joy and dance in Rio de

Janeiro 

to the Carnival of Venice, a masquerade with

masks

from Bauta and Arlecchino masks, to Zanni

masks

   What a carnival was it, all stars danced with

frenzy

and the symphony of the skies played days and

nights

the greatest musical masterpieces of all times

from Beethoven to Mozart, to Bach, to

Dostojevsky

   What a carnival was it, all the phantoms

together

Phantom of the Day and Phantom of the Night

Phantom of the Opera and Phantom of the Music

Phantom of Life, of Heart, of Desire, of Love ...

   What a carnival was it, with Phantom of the

Soul

taking stage finally, the phantom of my own soul

scintillating as never before to the stunning

rhythms

of the skies passing far above my dreaming head

   What a carnival was it, me singing and dancing

all the day and all the night, and again, for long

weeks

The Phantom of the Soul, of my own sparkling

soul

singing most to the tunes of the celestial symphony

American Skies

   Have you ever seen so many wonders ?

Snowy Mount McKinley under the Alaska skies

Mount Saint Elias, majestic Rocky Mountains 

Wildcat Mountain of White County in Georgia

and all those grandiose skies above them

from British Columbia to New Mexico, so

different

and as far as the Oregon and Idaho skies

Utah and Arizona skies as well, rainbow alike

mirroring nature as if the world were Amazonia

only

a wishful thinking but yes, just stand for

nature !!

   Babe, my babe, you're my glory, glory of

love

Have a great ride, our dreams must come true

rock the day, rock the night, shoot for stars

We're furious and fast with a need for speed

with a need for love even more, our glorious

love

Ride, ride fast across our beloved America

and love me tender, my babe, oh, glory of

love !!

   We're camping for a while in Grand Canyon

at the side of the Colorado River in Arizona

Nights are splashed with shimmering stars

days showing skies playing a heavenly music

to the tunes of Chopin's polonaises and waltzes

Skies differ from the very blue to rainbow alike

constantly on the move, slower or faster,

rhythmic

Numerous hawks adding to this their own music

and of course we ourselves, in our spasms of

love

which fly up the sky like those hawks are doing

   Babe, my babe, you're my glory, glory of love

Have a great ride, our dreams must come true

rock the day, rock the night, shoot for stars

We're furious and fast with a need for speed

with a need for love even more, our glorious

love

Ride, ride fast across our beloved America

and love me tender, my babe, oh, glory of love !!

   We're leaving yet for another long ride

through vast spaces of American land

as always under the magic and magnetic skies

with all their splendid repertoire of music

from Chopin to Beethoven's Appassionata

from a country music to a modern pop & rock

Days are a ride, nights are passionate love

Join us whoever you are and as a reward

you shall join the stars on the nightly sky

as yet another star, perhaps the brightest one

   Babe, my babe, you're my glory, glory of love

Have a great ride, our dreams must come true

rock the day, rock the night, shoot for stars

We're furious and fast with a need for speed

with a need for love even more, our glorious

love

Ride, ride fast across our beloved America

and love me tender, my babe, oh, glory of

love !!

   Traveling all the way from fabulous California 

to magic New Jersey perhaps, we don't care

bathing lovingly in the Sun on the way

with our car speeding on the speedway

under American skies tributing Stars and Stripes 

from Idaho via Nebraska to the Florida's skies

Sleeping yet under the great Oklahoma skies

and the Mississippi skies, catching stars

staying overnight under so many other skies

Finally arriving in Miami, basked in the Sun

   Babe, my babe, you're my glory, glory of love

Have a great ride, our dreams must come true

rock the day, rock the night, shoot for stars

We're furious and fast with a need for speed

with a need for love even more, our glorious

love

Ride, ride fast across our beloved America

and love me tender, my babe, oh, glory of love !!

Tramping in the Tatras

On the top of Rysy, the Tatras

Encounter

   Two bearded wizards met accidentally in a

mountain valley

under cloudless Colorado skies hanging nicely

from above

Both men were world recognized sorcerers of

outmost skills

cherished by some people enthusiastically like

megastars

greatly feared by others suspecting them having

links with devil 

for their supernatural powers cos only God could

have them

   Both men were dressed strangely, in quite long

scarlet coats

Mimics on their faces looked uncommon, sort of

gallows humor

It was certain they didn't really like their

unexpected encounter

resembling more a boxing ring of two

heavyweight champions

than just a friendly meeting of two guys with

enormous powers

Neither of them was going to sing the blues.

They never did

   Just within seconds it got extreme tense but

they were masters

used to any swings and roundabouts, to even

swinging doors

Neither of them wished to even look at each

other, out of cockiness

the contenders despising each other for no reason

but their conceit

Both displayed their enchanted wands shining as

brilliantly as the Sun

glowingly erubescent, scintillating, luminescent

like a shooting star 

   Then just a fearful display followed which

looked like some firework

What one of the wizards envisioned became a

reality only to be replaced

by what another one envisioned, a display of the

stars falling down

It was no longer a mountain valley but new places

constantly changing

They seemed to have had some magical sets of

silver bullets

working the patterns of the world onto the right

ways, instantly

   Great weather patterns in all their hues and

hours of the clock

once resembling windy Wellington, turning then

into tropic Bangkok 

but pollution free, then Beijing, the Chinese

capital, also unpolluted

with a perfectly blue sky as if the Chinese

government did its work

concerning the environmental issues, then came

all the other places

of the global village, how much different from

what they are now !!

   The places changed, always shiny, effervescent,

on lands and seas

The Amazon rainforest in its intact state, pristine,

nature's symphony

biodiversity as it used to be hundreds years ago,

at its finest

Black people of Africa living in harmonious

societies, undisturbed

and all other people as well across the globe

sharing love and peace

no power struggle, no wars, no ruthless rule of

foreign powers

   What was most enigmatic in this encounter of

two brilliant wizards

the worlds they encountered were definitely

different than so far

emanating with soulfulness, bright winds of

change, healing everything

worlds in which men appreciated men, women

were equal, children happy

where nothing was more important than

wellbeing of every human being

The encounter looked like cello wars long ago in

a far away galaxy, indeed

   The wounded were healed in magical ways,

healthy again

the needed were assisted, the poor supported, all

treated brotherly

Every single place on the planet Earth was equally

cared for

There was a growing, mesmerizing evidence these

two enigmatic wizards

didn't play a game of the devil against God but an

angelic one

proving which one of them brought more

goodness upon the world

   The enchanted wands of the wizards were still

set in work

miracles happening after miracles, all the ways to

the heavenly skies

Planet Earth recovering fast, getting her energy

and vitality back

and then first signs of full recovery were appearing,

amazingly

Our beloved planet was becoming back a healthy

one, staggeringly

free people, harmonious nature and biodiversity,

all flourishing

   The two bearded wizards finally stopped their

supernatural magics

They looked with admiration at each other,

laughed afterwards

   ' Yes, my dear friend, I think we're built of the

same precious stone

doing everything we can do to change this world

for a better one '

the first magician said and extended his hand to

his new friend

   ' Yes, my dear friend, from now on we're

together in all this enterprise

more powerful than ever, united. ' - The other

magician answered courtly

Heroes of Tiananmen

   Heroes, you who had given your lives

for China you believed in, your China 

one of justice, dignity, free of misrule

in the embrace of the Heavenly sky

   Heroes, you the students who believed

China can be free, democratic

as elsewhere in the Free World

in the embrace of worldwide liberty

   Heroes, you on the Tiananmen Square

crashed down brutally on the 4th of June

with assault rifles and tanks, lots of blood

and against all human values dear to humankind

   Heroes, unforgettable, forever to last

together with your Goddess of Freedom

which lasted only a few days before being

demolished

Goddess of Freedom, the sister of the Statue

of Liberty !!

   Heroes, you who fought for a new China

despite of some people saying disturbingly

China can never be democratic, no chance

On the contrary, democracy is for all !!

   Heroes, you the scintillating Soul of China 

who believed firmly and determinedly 

no nation can be denied liberty, freedoms and

dignity

Your soul, Soul of China is on the march !!

   Heroes, you the students of Tiananmen

revolution

the one of 1989 which moved hearts

of the entire nation, eternal hearts of love

Yes, freedom, love and brotherhood shall win

one day !

   Heroes, you were brutally crashed down 

on one early morning, at a peaceful dawn

with your blood and lives taken away

You're the monument of free China to come !!

   Heroes, they used tanks and army against you

while you wanted just freedom innocently

and dignity for every single individual

Your cause is not dead, your cause is alive, more

than ever !!

   Heroes, your '89 Heavenly Democracy

Movement 

is written down in history of China

Kept in the soul of the nation forever, the Soul

of China

written down in China's chapters as finest ever

   Heroes, you shall be the winner in the end

and the Goddess of Freedom shall return

to her rightful place on the Tiananmen Square

both, under the bright Sun and the shimmering

stars

   Heroes, know it the entire Free World tributes

you

You're part of the great family of nations

who chose for freedoms, liberty and dignity

You're written down in the annals of the world !!

Rhapsody of a Starman

   Although I am a starman and am catching the

stars

what can I do for you the troubled people of

Earth?

   The great people of Iran are crying in the

imposing Tehran's streets

What don't you see there! The Sea of Green, the

Persian Awakening 

All struggling against the chains of the Islamic

theocratic tyranny

Phenomenal Persian angels are appearing in

ghostly Evin Prison

which is nicknamed the "Evin University", due

to the enormous number 

of brilliant intellectuals that the infamous prison

houses

Syrian people are crying in the inhuman

bloodbath of Aleppo

and elsewhere in Syria, a slaughter house of

innocents, of children!

   The people of Egypt are crying in the heroic

Tahrir Square

and around their proud country of the ancient

pharaohs

Was their struggle for nothing? Now that Muslim

Brootherhood

got the power and

Imprint

Publisher: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG Sonnenstraße 23 80331 Munich Germany

Text Copyright Holder: Tadeusz Hutyra
Images Copyright Holder: Tadeusz Hutyra
Proofreading and Editing by: Tadeusz Hutyra
Translated by: Tadeusz Hutyra
Release Date: 06-18-2014
ISBN: 978-3-7368-2090-6

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Dedication:
Dedicated to all my friends a people worldwide who are in need for love and freedoms. May starlit light embrace your lives and makes your lives peaceful and most enjoyable ...

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