write: Szymon

Pm₄₁

The leaves around whisper softly,
The road upfront winds left and right,
The crickets call their mates loudly,
The mountains look down from their height

The crows laugh with their riddled eyes,
The dogs scavenge for skimpy meals,
The forest, tired, gently sighs,
The skin is full of tangly feels

One step after another I,
swallowed by leafy trees in whole,
am saying my final goodbye,
spent daily playing human role

Pm₄₀

A breath flows right around,
my head, some words follow it,
meaning is lost, what's left the sound,
say, did you hear the beat,

of legs rustling fiercely,
half eaten childish I screams,
you shutups, cut air eerily,
with giggles life forthcomes,

squirms and envelops with,
armsfull of colorful glee,
huge rocks above sorround man's pith,
unchanged for years to see

Pm₃₉

Spikes grow out of my mouth,
sharp needles shot on sight,
I try to pick them out, but
I cannot stop their growth

I'm locked in the confines,
of my defensive cage,
the bars let through the spikes, though
made to withhold a rage

Words spoken hard slip in,
stack up like books on shelves,
built up inside the jail I
lose sight of everyone else

Pm₃₈

Waves slowly walk the empty,
unchanged bliss of the river,
the presence of the water,
fills souls nearby with calm

feelings and flowy peace,
unravels knots of thoughts.
Serene blanket falls upon,
our weary, stiffened shoulders.

Quietness of the sand,
sleepily takes away,
moments of happiness,
to gather on the shore

Pm₃₇

Here comes,
the pain,
but I
flush it straight down the drain

Go dis-
appear,
clockwise,
in southern hemisphere

Too much,
may clog,
my mind,
with tangled lumps of fog

I want,
you there,
hold me,
your words are my plunger