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Rebel Lovers

   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

Imprint

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

Text Copyright Holder: Tadeusz Hutyra
Release Date: 03-13-2015
ISBN: 978-3-7368-8335-2

All Rights Reserved

Dedication:
I dedicate this anthology of poems to all my friends and people of goodwill. I am wishing we all are happy and have good lives ...

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