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
Impressum
Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG
Texte: Tadeusz Hutyra
Bildmaterialien: Tadeusz Hutyra
Lektorat: Tadeusz Hutyra
Übersetzung: Tadeusz Hutyra
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 18.06.2014
ISBN: 978-3-7368-2090-6
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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 ...