I won't back down !

   Heavenly music of the Phantom's Opera

beams at me with starry flames

as if I found myself

at the very centre of the Sun

   They tell me I am theirs

and whatever I do belongs to them

Perhaps a man and a pretty woman 

are two halves which form a whole cake

but in my view nothing is a ' must '

and everything should be

just a choice out of a free spirit

and one's inner desires

   It's up to me and the loved one

to decide we're a whole entity

not to anybody else

I am nobody's half 

neither a half to anybody

No priests, I am not yours

I won't back down !!

   Perhaps a night and a day

are two halves as well

contemplating each other

Perhaps an ocean and a continent

are like a brother 

and his angelic sister

narrating to each other

a thousand and one stories

Perhaps Earth and the Sun

are the whole body

in the cosmic Universe

   Yet it all still doesn't mean

I must give up my identity

to whatever notion

desired by others

No, philosophers, I am not yours

I won't back down !!

   Leave me in peace, please

I am not your half

neither a half

belonging to anyone else

   I won't back down 

even if you try to chain me

and drop me 

into some cosmic black hole

   I won't back down

even if you'll have

all the armies of the Universe

against me, an individual

   I won't back down

even if you crucify me

as Jesus Christ was crucified

on the Golan Highs

No, all the powerful of this world

I am not yours

I won't back down !!

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 !!

Goddess of Freedom

Solidarity Now !!

No more chains

   A chain is certainly no stronger

than its weakest link

chain, chain, chain ...

Whatever tyranny

it's chains are doomed one day

sooner or later

   No, ruthless dictators

there is nothing safe forever

in your set of chains

Chains upon chains

labyrinths within labyrinths

endlessly vicious realities

   A society which lacks liberties

with no light of enlightenment

no free spirit which would be

blossoming up the sky

is a monumental horror house

no chance to survive

   Look, the sky is on hellish fire

the Earth is in mourning

How long yet tyrannies

will chain its citizen ?!

Don't say forever, it can't

cause human soul can fly

   Cry people, cry no more chains

no chains, no chains, no chains

Demand change with one voice

cause each of you has right

to blossom in freedoms you wish

and be a master of your own destiny

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

Freedom Now !!

Forever Goddess !!

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

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 !!

What the future shall bring ?

In our own blood

Tribute to Liberty

   Like a Steller's Sea Eagle, 

on the top of Mount Victoria

a bird of prey, a chaser

one with a heavy head

spooky beak, broad wings

I embrace with my eyes

Wellington, it's bays

and the endless Pacific

which is crowning 

this capital of New Zealand

What I see as if in a dream

is a reflection mirroring

what is most precious

to me, something as if 

my other me and my soul

and the other world, the better one

Me and the world

no longer in the shadows

glistening, flickering, blinking

I can see in this reflection

the Amazon Rainforest

the Arctic and Antarctica

the oceans, seas, rivers

the people of the world

and the local people

happy Wellingtonians

in their Windy Wellington !

How can one be down-hearted

looking at all these ?

And I see something else

what I desire the most

Liberty, of course !

Liberty, a Southern Star

of all stars, on Earth and sky

Liberty, the one of 

glass, silver and gold

fixed with ambers and diamonds

Liberty, a magic flower

holding elixirs of eternity

one, of people's breath of life

of desires and yearnings

one, letting everyone 

to feel safe and free, at home

one free of ideologies

and shortcoming systems

free of any twilights

which might break one's life

one's destiny and one's freedoms

Thank you, my queen liberty !

   Like a Crowned Eagle 

one with hooked beak

on the top of Mount Rysy

in the Tatras of the Carpathians

A martial eagle with

white and black outer wings

and aerodynamic feathers

nestling itself on high cliffs

I'm overlooking Gerlach

and other mountains

Sea Eye and Black lakes

just south of Zakopane

Once again what I see

is a reflection mirroring

liberty, so dear to my heart

one splashed in the sun

and the shadowy ridges

among the many cliffs

I see the reflection

especially in the lakes

on both, the Polish

and the Slovakian side

The lakes which mirror

plenty of dimensions

which are a playground

between the golden rays

from the sun

and the silvery ones 

from the ground

There were times

when the world 

was locked in a wooden box

and covered by drabbet

for long decades

or even centuries

Forgotten, damned

Oh, liberty, here on this lands

you struggled for centuries

to win over tyrannies

and with a shout

'Solidarity, Solidarity'

You won, my queen liberty !

   Like a Golden Eagle

on the top of the Mtatsminda Mount

one of golden-brown coloration

and one which can glide quickly 

at up to 130 kilometers per hour

and can reach 240 kilometers per hour 

when diving after prey

I embrace Tbilisi with my eyes

and see shockingly nice sights

of the town down there

The Liberty Square , the Old City

and so much more

while above me

there is the TV Tower

which is shining at night

with thousand and one lights

What I see down there

in the city and around

is a mirrored reflection

of liberty, the pegasus

Children playing happily

adults enjoying outdoor

talking people, smiling faces

the peaceful environments

Yes, this is in Georgia

a country of dramas

since the ancient times

dominated by Roman Empire

Turks, Iranians, Russians, 

the Soviet Union later on

and finally free, launched

as if from a rocket launcher

to the independence

Oh liberty, my queen !

   Like and White-tailed Eagle

on the top of Mount Everest

with the largest wingspan 

among any other eagles

and a large thick beak

alert and farsighted

I look round at spectacular

sky reaching mountains

and I see a reflection mirroring 

the most peaceful empire ever

the Himalayas !

I see there, in that mirror

yet something else

the Tower of Babel

travellers, globetrotters

backpackers, other people

flying and changing planes

to Rio de Janeiro, Warsaw,

Berlin, Cracow, Brussels

Paris, Roma, London

finally to New York, 

its Manhattan

and the Statue of Liberty

with her message 

to the world

a message of freedom

human rights

dignity of men and women

I rub my eyes to be sure

it's not a dream, it's real

I look thus again and again

at the mountains around

at their white coats of snow

and their transparent icicles

What I see in their crown

is not only the Tower of Babel

but also a shiny statue

the Statue of Liberty

in all her splendour

with magic fireworks

the fireworks of freedom

Oh long live, liberty !

Oh, Lionesses of Iran !

   Oh, Neda, Sakineh,

Shahla, Delara, Soraya. 

Innocent, the angels of Iran !

You who died young to be alive forever !

Being sunshine of Iran, and rain, and the wind !

You, the queens of colors and sounds !

Oh yes! You will all be reborn

to witness Persia coming

out of the centuries' chains,

and out of the cracks in the walls of Iran,

via the Heavens Gate ! 

And through those killing Sharia stones !

   Oh, Delara, the prisoner of colors !

Oh, Soraya, the angel of freedom !

Oh, Shahla, the muse of love !

Oh, Sakineh, a simple woman !

Oh, Neda, an innocent victim !

Oh, Nasrin, the lawyer for human rights !

   You are all tunes of the philharmonic music,

a Manifesto of Liberation of Women

and a gateway to a new life, wide open !

You are the new Iran, 

sparkling in the rays of stars !

Coming back to what belongs to you !

You, the reborn women of Iran ! 

You, the Lionesses of Iran !!

Matrix of Freedom

   Burned roses around me

and thorns under my feet

Raging winds in my mind

piercing pain in my soul

A landscape after a battle

My Goodness, what's happening?

Why a man is murdering a man?

Why people fight with each other

for the sake of their tyrants

and not for their own liberties?

Vultures are circling

to kill everything what's dear to you

to throw you into abyss

and catch hell

   I feel my mind is on a fire

Not even the raging storms

are able to extinguish it

Fire and rain, fire and rain

nothing but fire and rain

and a deep sadness

in my mind and my soul

   Don't they know a democracy

is not really a democracy 

but a horrendous tyranny

if minorities are pushed out

mistreated by whatever means ?

Don't they know the golden rule

is to give people all their freedoms

and you shall see liberty will flourish 

like the roses in the paradise

enchanting, full of flavours

   I feel my mind is on a fire

Not even the raging storms

are able to extinguish it

Fire and rain, fire and rain

nothing but fire and rain

and a deep sadness

in my mind and my soul

   Never forget freedom

is the pearl and diamond

of every single individual

the one the cornerstone

of any society any state

and not a dogma, not ideology

certainly not any tyranny

can ever be justified

but a man and a woman

free to live the way they wish

while being protected

by a constitution, the matrix

of the individual and the nation

   I feel my mind is on a fire

Not even the raging storms

are able to extinguish it

Fire and rain, fire and rain

nothing but fire and rain

and a deep sadness

in my mind and my soul

   Why is it so difficult

for people in this world

to understand one simple truth

the individual should be loved

put even on the throne

above any ideology, any system

to make sure goodness wins ?!

Respect to the individual in all fields 

from political to judicial ones

is absolutely crucial 

to creating a just and lasting society 

and equally just statehood

Without a respect to the individual 

there is a road to nowhere 

a disaster, going down the hell

   I feel my mind is on a fire

Not even the raging storms

are able to extinguish it

Fire and rain, fire and rain

nothing but fire and rain

and a deep sadness

in my mind and my soul

   Do you remember

the Founding Fathers of America ?

Solidarity in Poland ?

The Green Movement in Iran ?

Tamarod on Egyptian soil ?

They all cherished liberty 

the one which is like a flame

the flame of freedom

never ending, forever !

Like an eagle high in the sky

a tiger in the jungle

a mouse in the field

a man a woman free

not tied by anything

but their own wishes !

Like the marvellous statue

the Statue of Liberty, of course !

   I feel my mind is on a fire

Not even the raging storms

are able to extinguish it

Fire and rain, fire and rain

nothing but fire and rain

and a deep sadness

in my mind and my soul

   But though evil swirls

through this uncertain world

and takes away

what should belong

to you and me, and them

the precious freedom

a right to live the way

as you wish and he, and she

we shall fight back !

Yes, our ideas are

so much miscellaneous

but is it all right 

when a viral ideology

rejects you and me, and us

our privacy rights

and transform itself

into a tyranny ?

   I feel my mind is on a fire

Not even the raging storms

are able to extinguish it

Fire and rain, fire and rain

nothing but fire and rain

and a deep sadness

in my mind and my soul

   Face your demons

show your face like thunder

say no to abysmal tyranny

and yes to the individual, his rights

Say yes to the respect

of the individual, any individual

Don't let your calls to freedom

to be a voice in the wilderness

Time for a new Enlightenment

for the libertarian solutions

for liberty as symbolised

by the Statue of Liberty

Say no to the disdain of your privacy

and your rights, our rights

in any part of this world

Iran, Iraq, Egypt, Afghanistan

not even in the USA

Stand up and say no

to abusing your rights

because freedom is a light

from within your mind

and from the far away stars

a light shining on

as long as you live

Yes, you're the king

you're on the throne !

You and everyone else !

   I feel my mind is on a fire

Not even the raging storms

are able to extinguish it

Fire and rain, fire and rain

nothing but fire and rain

and a deep sadness

in my mind and my soul

   Imagine this world

is free of tyrannies

and instead

having fair and square governments

We live the way we wish

not being threatened

defended by our laws

judicial systems if needed

every single of us

you and me, me and you

Wouldn't it be

an enchanting world

for us all ? So sublime?

What else do we need

if just respect 

towards the individual ?

You and me, me and you?

A Charter of the Individual ?!

Yes, long live liberty

the dearest you have

and I have, we all have

Feel like a million, my dear friend

In your oasis of liberty !!

   I feel my mind is on a fire

Not even the raging storms

are able to extinguish it

Fire and rain, fire and rain

nothing but fire and rain

and a deep sadness

in my mind and my soul

For a free China

Old and young, all united

Freedom Now or Never !!

Star of liberty

   Sunshine above the Earths's bosom

beloved one, the summer sunshine

a virgin on her fragile feet

running across fields

full of fabulous flowers

You're lying on the nature's carpet

and are looking up into the sky

Rays of Life are spreading

across the world

from our Life-giving Sun

And yet you direct your thoughts

far beyond, to the stars

invisible in the day

but though visible in your mind

You imagine the universe, 

the invisible, divine one

the celestial philharmony

of the stars shining briliantly

and playing devinely

somewhere there

in the far away universe

the philharmony

to the tunes of all the events

which are happening 

across the universe

   And despite the sunshine

torn is your soul

torn is your body

torn is your mind

torn is the reality

in which you live

or perhaps fly

as the eagle does

or swim

the way dolphin is doing this

Torn is your reality

one of a magical mirror 

which is a piece

of a larger mirror

the one of the whole humanity

Your mirror reflects

a billion of shadows

from your thoughts

desires and decisions

a never stopping carousel

of a subjective reality thus

Yes, there is yet a reality

for all, the objective one

being as it is, unchanged

for centuries and millennials

across the entire world

and across the universe

infinite one, godlike one

Both realities, both mirrors

are somehow like parallel worlds

dancing with the stars

from within your mind

and throughout the world 

But you still ask questions

so many of them ...

   What about our own world ?

What about the Syrian kids

mistreated with sarin attack

by the Assad's regime

or by the fundamentalist rebels

whoever is at fault?

What about innocents

being executed by hanging

by the mullahs' tyranny

the theocratic regime in Iran

which has transformed

their religion into the devil's tool ?

What about Israelis and Palestinians

never finding a common way

while a new Marshall Plan

and democratic solutions

would be enough

to create a lasting peace?

What about prisoners of conscience

across this troubled world ?

Do we have to be so blind

to their misfortunes ?

Must we allow injustices

to go on unresolved ?

What about the Copts in Egypt ?

What about Christians 

in the Muslim societies?

About all the pogroms

of Christians there?

What about ideologies

squeezing last bastions of freedom

and turning the reality

into a tyrannic one ?

Don't they know

not ideology, not a dogma

but freedom of the individual

is the winning choice ?!

What about men, women, children

at no one's mercy?

How far is yet a way

towards liberty

free of blurred reality

free of fear and prejudice ?

Shall we ever enjoy 

the sunshine of liberty

the way as we're getting 

the sunshine from our own Sun ?

Universal, free of charge ?

What about your rights ?

What about my rights ?

What about all of us ?

   Clowns are dancing

phantoms singing

royals posing 

to medias' flashes

tyrants murdering innocents

presidents playing false games

a mosaic of strange features

growing stranger 

with the passing time

all on the grave

of the planet Earth.

Torn are our souls indeed

torn are our bodies

torn are our minds

torn are our realities

when it all could be 

just normal

just a sunshine

splashed by the star of liberty

At the Crossroads

   Eternal Plato, Aristotle, Pythagoras

the lovers of wisdom

Confucius, the godfather

of Chinese ancient traditions

godlike Zarathustra

holy Thomas Aquinas

Nicholas Copernicus,

Impressum

Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG

Texte: Thaddeus Hutyra
Bildmaterialien: Thaddeus Hutyra
Lektorat: Thaddeus Hutyra
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 12.06.2014
ISBN: 978-3-7368-1997-9

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Dedicating this anthology of poems to people yearning for freedom. Wishing all individuals to set themselves free and all nations to gain liberty. There is nothing more precious as freedoms and liberty. Rise like a phoenix whoever you are, set your life free ...