Hard to Recognize /D. Masek/ Weekend at Prague /M.Halaska/
Sunset Blues /D.Masek/
Resistance /D.Masek/
Garden of You /D.Masek/
Waiting /D.P.G./
If I can be the one /D.Masek/
In Boleslav /M.Halaska/
New Year in the Village
/M.Halaska/
Rokytka Brook /M.Halaska/
Oh Sad miserable Heart
/J.R. Labatos/

Hard To Recognize by Daniel Masek

It's so hard to recognize
ancient castle keep
built above the endless skies
where I stay, you sleep

It's so hard to recognize
meaning of your words
passing thru the velvet maze
spreading like soft chords

It's so hard to recognize
journey of a man
who was forced to realize
this walk has no end

It's so hard to recognize
what has to be done
on scribbled page twenty-five
of manual "Brought and Gone"

Weekend at Prague by Martin Halaska

I feel, I falter
Somewhere behind me
Forgotten torchs
Chapters of natural being

Sad evening
On which we were
already prepared

Girls from primary school
Hanging their visiting cards
On trees
And trying to get into
The war of money
In bars
With colorful liquors
Silences

Grove of black trees
Poker game
Night stand
With army portrait

Arised arm with a card
Is ready for scratching the history
Greasy splash

But 5-litre bottles
In fat of kitchen sink
Waits for her

I do my regullar jogging exercise
But better to take my
Non-transparent raincoat
And with a net from cesspool
Go

Ugly japanese
Quickly exposes himself before the camera
With unforgottable smile

Sunset Blues by Daniel Masek

You walk on a silent stream of golden river
And I am waiting by the sunset
You pray and your words shiver
It's not easy to walk and forget

I met you on the silent sidewalk
You turned and whispered a story
Of gone fairytales of our civilization
Down there lost in glory

I tried to sing that song
I remembered from childhood
And we danced along
Lost in the crowd

Your smile made me cry
For people living out there
And then I tried
To watch the sunset again

I discovered something new
In your silver eyes
And you decided what to do
to not hurt, to be nice

Sometimes I feel so lonely
Surrounded by friends
Speaking at you slowly
From forgotten bands

-dedicated to Iva-

Resistance by Daniel Masek

I wake up with feeling of being someone else
Of changing inside every moment
Just to relax for a while
I try to spend my time the best I can

For understanding people
I put my soul into the roulette
To turn around your face
For not being back to me

So silent are the words
Your lips whisper every evening
Just to make me sure
You’re still here  
And as you follow the music
Your body seems so hungry
For sights of people around
Which doesn’t count the minutes  

Promise that you never leave
The place you lived at so long
After all those murders
Commited at your friends

Garden of You by Daniel Masek

We used to be like rainy day
killing yesterday and I was so proud of you
We used to be like summer rain
I held the blade and you cut it straight

And now when childhood is gone
We play our roles in paper magazines
and what's done is done
back in the time you see those scenes

You forgot yourself in garden of your life
playing same games and smiling so bright
you forgot yourself in garden of your thoughts
on the crossroad we stopped

Waiting by D. P. G.

It seems like eternity
hoping for you to tell me
why you treat me in a special way
revealed in things you do everyday

Behind those stolen glances i see
or the smile on your face can be
the signs my heart is longing to hear
the way you feel for me my dear

You call my name endearingly
sends my heart beating wildly
when you touch my hand or stroke my hair
it only shows your special care

You share with me the things that matters to you
you past, your present and dreams too
your thoughts, your struggles and frustrations in life
those of joy, sadness, peace or strife

You always sense my state of mood
and do your best to make me feel good
you help me when things go wrong
and make my day bright all along

Sometimes we talk in whispers
sometimes we don't need words at all
too content with silence that speaks more
we swim in the vastness of our emotions

Your actions might have blinded me
not love as it seems to be
you only see me as a friend
i pray my heart will soon mend

Today i sit here and patiently wait
and hope your words won't come too late
'coz my love for you might slip away
so say it now and don't delay

If I can be the one by Daniel Masek

There’s a man living beneath my bed
He tells me sweet lies about passed days
And when I try to wake up he holds my body down the bed
And I can sleep so long in my ethereal world of floating dreams

In Boleslav by Martin Halaska

Kate’s generation is burning out
And takes away several good feelings
For the calm rest
And possibly didn’t take seriously
That natives in Africa
As the only ones of the folks
Are more free
Than animals in cages

And finally they left the descendants
Even they should have been
Impotent poets
In cotton of the human progress

Don’t mind the ancient sugar works
Which you are forced to go round
Along the river with a bridge
And yellow pipes

Be blind from emotion
Like it disappears in glasses
in local dive
of common lonelyness

Just high in the sky
Floating seagull with companion
Proudly like an eagle
And persistently like a raven

White roofs of TV inhabitants
are running off
with revue of bar singer
going pathetic

New year in the village by Martin Halaska

The street is rising toward the light
People faces are unrecognizeable
In low winter sun
And growing steam
Of new road’s carpet
And people are warming their hands
At the campfire

And Andrea with a smile of silver fox
Opens the glass door
With a fresh white paint
And comes on the parquet floor
Of usually empty room
While having a mist
Preventing her from kissing

The talk of people in room
Cuts the saw time by time
And shinning yellow rolls of wood
Are falling into the snow

Claire in the garden
Shakes with a pump
Trying to get some water
But she doesn’t want to get dirty The blouse with frills

Roger is starring outta the window
Affirming that everything is transparent
Rocks and the sky
Like ash-grey horses
Are rearing up on the hill
Like when he had no cataract
And didn’t wear glasses  
And you are sitting
Above steaming cup
Trying to finish
Something about gates of our souls
And today you are doing good
Althought its clear
That it changed you

Rokytka Brook by Martin Halaska

Banks curled by
Several ruined walls
With hazy yellow plasters
and reflected shadows

Various little roofs
Somewhere idle plant
Patches and red tiles
Humid yard

Is spread beneath scatterred clouds
Like ancient village
The cloths shaking in the wind
And river with flowing water

Bringing the things
Already used for the life
And waves are fighting
White foam of black backs

The secret of exciting
undressed woman
Posing in front of the fridge
With no attention on her own nakedness

I’m still a child once I will be going my way from pub
golden beer glittering in my eyes
not recognizing her in black water

but it takes time
zig zag years
before I meet an angel
with crutches

Meanwhile pub at the corner
Appears chaste
That unknown woman
Brings a red lemonade

Oh Sad miserable Heart by Jose Rommel Labatos

Oh tears that fall like grace,
Rain like river on the saltiness of my eyes.
How fairytale entwined once we were,
Now departed and lost to the world.

I lost you.
I miss you.

But my heart would not stop from aching
Though my mind has tried to get
Rid of you.

Oh sad miserable heart!
How many pebbles should I trudge
On the hot arid dessert of your
Lost forgotten shore.
Now the oceans have dried.
Now your eyes have somebody else.
And though those orbs continue to sparkle
The same light that I came to love,
They would always scorn at me
Not with hatred but the vendetta that only
A cruel love could give.

And each night I mourn for you,
Each night I die for you,
Each night I lay curled into a ball
Each night you remind me that you could never be mine.
What pain, what sadness.
Oh sweet miserable sad heart,
When will you cease to beat?