I wish for an Easter filled with joy,
with yellows, greens and purples to enjoy,
with a sound of water that life has brought
and a happy future for a newborn thought!

I took this portrait of me one day
though I’m not sure what it has to say.
It’s rather intriguing in some ways
but I can’t see myself in that face.

When I hear my recorded voice
I cringe at the very foreign noise
that’s naturally mine but still not;
my being is an uncomfortable lot.

What I mostly recognize as being me
are lines and images that come to be
a grid through which I'm able to reveal
another me that feels much more real.

I receive visits from someone at wahome.ru.
I wish I knew more than that about you.
I have gathered some things russian to see
some other things that are crucial to me.

The profusion of flowers
emitting delicate powers
that can truly be ours
till the very last hours.

Like riding a mechanical four by four
and getting to see so much more,
encountering hardships and serious bumps
and not being hindered by enormous dumps,
advancing slowly and becoming very dented,
still reaching to feel so contented.

A speedy car on a smooth and attended road
gives satisfaction in a different mode,
captures and thrills by the speed of it all,
one can simply enjoy and really have a ball.

And a regular and ordinary car I need
that keeps a more standard speed
to stay on track with others – at least try,
and fix the basic stuff for me and my.

If I’ve got a driver, there’s no way I can know;
I can only guess at where my wheels will go,
for I’m just a passenger who does my best to see
glimpses through windows of what the world can be.

When you play from the heart
you might not know how to start,
neither how to proceed
but you’ve got what you need.







If you find a bark baby
it’s no wonder that maybe
you’ll become more glad
and the baby less sad.

This African bear in the night
might well give you a fright
but in the morning and with a bow
he could sing for all I know.











A damaged golden figurehead
is now considered lost and dead.
If you find her in the jean-blue sea
will she come alive at your plea?







Please just shake hands
to save our lands
and don't bear any grudges,
for all of us will be judges.

If I could grasp all this,
would it feel like a bliss?
The sun, the bones, the very atom
must really be hard to fathom.






Open up this flaming gate,
for true love might be your fate.
Then return whenever you can
and give some to us fellow man.






I craved another miracle for all mankind.
Some wonders of it all we then might find.
Light snow should fall on every land,
each snowflake as different as every hand.













A rug of many grounds
for prayers of various sounds.
But they might all unite
in their ceaseless fight
for the band of humankind
and each inscrutable mind.