A new dawn has surfaced,
I woke up and realised I was wrapped tightly in your warm embrace,
I gently pushed your arms away,
Headed to our brightly lit kitchen,
Fixed you marshmallows, pancakes, muffins,
Marmalade,
Everything that could revitalise your day,
And then I remembered what you said,
'Babe, never leave me more than 5 inches away'.
I giggled and decided to return to your warm embrace,
But there you were standing,
Shambling like a Haiti Zombie,
Hair messy,
Breath as foul as Smaug and Shrek,
But there I was wanting to close our 2 metres gap,
Till' no spaces between us were left,
But I halted from my tracks, and said,
‘Baby, would you like some coffee to ease your groggy state?’
‘Who knows what tomorrow’s dawn may bring’
‘But my love for you will never dwindle from change’

I wept as the last pages of your diary was soaked in red,
From the sliced vein of my wrist when I was in a fit of rage,
With the broken glasses of our photo frame,
Taken whilst we were at the Carpathian cliffs,
Alas I could not capture your fall,
And I could not stop recalling how your hands gently slip away from my palm,
You ended up in a coma, failing to respond despite my desperate calls,
Nor from kisses that could awake you magically like Snow White with her company of dwarves,
Know that I am forever yours,
The same bespectacled spectre, Always haunting the campus halls,
Waiting to steal your attention and leave me petrified,
From your Basilisk and Medusa like gaze,
You were a personified patriot of beauty,
With hazel scarf, scarlet hair, pink lips,
Seraphim in disguise,
And what an angel you must be, to fall from the atmosphere,
And defy society’s tainted rules of attraction to fall for an underdog,
Though I find it ironic that your name was Dawn,
It seems like my sorrow was fated all along,
But I do not wish to survive another dawn without me in your arms,
How silly am I to forget about the running water in the tub,
The portal to bridge our gaps,
Not another step was taken,
When I felt a familiar warmth behind my back,
Followed by a disembodied voice which sounded like a ‘Hello’
Or was it,

‘*******’.

i

Then must I always bear your endless accusations?
They all prove false, but still I have to fight them.
If I happen to glance at the marble theater's topmost row,
you pick some girl in the crowd to moan about;
or if a beautiful woman looks at me wordlessly,
you charge she's using lovers' wordless signs.
If I compliment a girl, you try to tear out my hair;
if I criticize one, you think I've got something to hide.
If I look well, I love no one - not even you;
if I'm pale, you say that I'm pining for someone else.
I wish I really had committed some such sin:
punishment hurts less when you deserve it;
but as it is, your wild indictments at every turn
themselves forbid your wrath to have much weight.
Think of the little long-eared donkey's wretched lot:
continual beatings only make him stubborn.
Now look, here's another charge: Cypassis, your coiffeuse,
is cast at me for defiling her mistress's bed!
The gods forbid that I, even if I yearned to sin,
should find delight in a slave-girl's lowly lot!
What man, being free, would want a servile liaison,
or wish to embrace a body the whip has scarred?
And furthermore, the girl's your personal beautician,
and valued by you because of her skillful hands.
Is it likely that I'd approach such a trusted serving-maid?
What would I get, but rejection and exposure?
By Venus and by the bow of her swift boy I swear,
you'll never find me guilty of that crime.

ii

Cypassis, expert at dressing the hair in a thousand ways
(but you ought to arrange the tresses of goddesses only)
you that I've found quite polished in stolen ecstasy,
fit for your mistress's service, but fitter for mine,
whoever was it that told of our bodies joining together?
Where did Corinna learn of our affair?
Could I have blushed? Or slipped by a single word to give
some sign that has betrayed our furtive joys?
And what of it, if I argued that nobody could transgress
with a servant, except for a man who was out of his mind
The Thessalian burned with passion for lovely Briseis, a servant;
the Mycenean leader loved Apollo's slave.
I'm no greater man than Achilles, or the scion of Tantalus.
How can what's fine for kings be foul for me?
And yet, when your mistress turned her glowering eyes on you,
I saw a deep blush spread all over your face.
But how much more possessed I was, if you recall,
I swore my faith by Venus's great godhead!
(You, goddess, bid, I pray, the warm Southwind to blow
those innocent lies across the Carpathian sea.)
Now give me a sweet return for the favor I did you then,
by bedding with me, you dusky Cypassis, today.
Don't shake your head, you ingrate, pretending you're still afraid:
you can please one of your masters, and that's enough.
If you're silly enough to refuse, I'll confess all that we've done,
making myself the betrayer of my own crime,
and I'll tell your mistress how often we met, Cypassis, and where,
and how many times we did it, and how many ways!

creeping fingers,
crawling hands,
innocent at first--
innocent? not likely--
malicious more like.
the purity of your
polystyrene soul,
the unremitting cleanse,
the repent(the chase),
it's your lifeline. the
shocked look, saccharine power
held over tiny fawn--
****** clarity as they might,
oh dear incubus.
the power to end all
held in tiny fists.
this births not demon babes,
but a century of fear
and inadequacy.
downy kittens hardwired with
an inevitable self-destruct.
bring the world to it's knees,
incessant, indefatigable pathogen,
taking grasp of neurons, synapses.
good intentions yearned for the green light
while yours-- red as the blood rose
manifests in lovely lips
for eternity stained with **** wine--
the wine you brewed, you fermented
in the cellar of ******* and hatred.
the father, the son, and the holy spirit,
and the things that lie between.
blessed fingers, blessed breath
freezes as the stiff arms of your diocese.
hushed catholic whisper, angels to never
nearly achieve their wholly holy grail--
your kryptonite. secret looks, hasty deliverance,
catharsis.

Constant understanding that
holds my mouth ajar.
reminiscent stars tangle with words like
"How" and "are"
tangled, mangled, strangled with that
Transylvanian tongue.

Straightened teeth bore with smile.
Oh, how the world has waited for such.
Lovely questions of impaling rulers
drinking blood
and vernacular across Carpathian
Hungarian
store owners.

Polski #1 says beautiful,
Polski #2 asks for no answer,
Orthodox Orthodontia
and Ignorance taint this experience
however lovely it may seem.

Cold is the only embrace
shaking hands struggle to write
every letter of every word presents one
good fight.
Tooth and Nail.

Glances glance eyes,
golden demise of any sort of
inside.

A perfect scowl.

See a girlfriend with real love on a wooden chair
sitting on the Australian show, Joseph Joseph's
chat show, world's first trash, broken skin, a smart
rhythm and a national chair United States [Jude, Z]
President: SLE Son, US State Open U, Derry Cold
Kenya Natural Red Italian Italy Italy Odyssey
2020 U No Greetings and Food Mark Fit
Writing Subtitles, Gray Gray, Greece 4487/5000
Australia, Kentucky, Australia, USA, $30M+ and Australian
Olar, glorious Erica George Washington 200:
200 US Test Summary U, Eddie Amarney Pro,
American Song, 9:00 Australian People's Public Dance,
South Africa's funeral and a popular in blue color.
The game is there. Leave the corner colors,
the devices in the ground. Do not worry
about a small risk group. The woman
is spreading, clearly waiting for deep winds.
This question will come from Benji's bed,
a magnificent dog from Kenya. Blooms Beach
Colorful Brain Cucurbitating Cereals
and Roasted Cooking Seduced Saddam Saddam
Falling Fingers Wings Fast Fat False Earth
Sponge Tindado Tijado And
Tuxedo God Smoking Smoking,
Non-Smoking. Nero Gaufi Railway Ladies
Dance Box Women, Women, Women,
Women, Families, Amir Sympat [Jewelry ornament]
in American women, Kenya / United States.
In the United States, dog dogs
with Australian love dogs and
president of Chinese love, dried sardines,
red dogs, four dogs, dog dogs
and redo president have fallen
into the United States. Kenya
Red Natural Natural Italy Odyssey 2020,
United States Tourism Antigua Parper
French Free Seafood Pitt Wave Greece,
Unfortunately, sorry, tort, gray gray,
Greece, 4487/5000 Australia Photo State
Kentucky, Australia, USA We have three
Australian Ambassadors, Erica, George Wish
For Washington 200 200 Supreme
Examination A Simple, Supreme Court Of the United States,
Discarded T mm. Techniques from 9 am to Australia
to change music school game Sometimes the funeral of South
Africa's red, pink, pink, red, green Irish is a bad friend,
do not worry, all Einstein's pastors, Kennedy,
Vitamins, tennis players, Taliban, women, and so on are leaders. . .
In Canada, I found 100 animals as the main problem.
Mark Arthur, Douglas Raid, "Violet Violet" is a silicon fossil;
alcohol is produced in a capillary guitar in Iran,
where at least 200 high school students are not.
America, Best US American, Victim, and Costly
Services George, George Wade, Georgia, California's
Home Fires, Einstein's Labor Force is not in place of Vitamin D
sitting in front of the embryo. Josip Matar:
American artist, American musician, American music, 21:
1 American poet, President of Kenya, Josip Matar:
American artist, American musician, 21:00 Australian composer,
American costume, George Washington
country in South Africa Sometimes, About the Blacks,
Hin, Red, Green, Green, Unique, Einstein, Cowboy,
Kennedy, Vitamin, Passjee, Tent, Italy and Leadership.
No such distortion, such as discussion.
There are 100 problems speaking in Canada:
Mark Arthur Douglas Red "Red Whitney t",
Guitar Master, Iran, 200 students in the highest school.
Crime victims in Greece, United States of America,
better Latin America, Georgia, Georgia, United States,
gay, Einstein, Vitamin D, American singer,
Black Ballad, Romance, Islamic love, Theater City,
Carpathian, Titanic. Latin, Latin and Latin America
and Kenya, Eric, La-la, La, everyday Ladies
are women and girls. Sunday, President, Jack saw,
Mata, Kalka Grue, Red Kenya, Internal Italy,
Justin Odyssey, the most famous animal in the United States.
Music, Ocean, Medicine, Union Association Australia
Australia, USA, Kentucky, Aston Eden, Los Angeles,
Australia, 4487/5000, Australia Coffin Club.

Titanic
****** berth, she stands,
Maiden stream deflowering the
sunlight.
Immense furore along the dock.
Streamers, banners, brass bands.
Herald the beginning of
the end.
Magnificent and stately,
There she stands, a glory to behold.
Pomp and splendour,  
Wealth with greed,
All set to sail the seven seas.
A dream of life,
A life of dreams

Splendour of their own,
Scrambling ice mountains, glisten
Shining a fateful allure to a frozen death
A stern captain,
Calm, dignified,
Guides the ship of dreams unto her nightmare,
“Astern”, he cries, unheard through
muffled joy….
Crunching, crashing, listing,
A myriad of smashing crystal,
Destined for the deep,
Air thick with screams of terror,
Young, old, rich, poor,
All scared.
Mortified corpses float,
Water littered with deceased,
While the living dead look on.
Hope’s dashed,
Time dies silently.
Carpathian angel,
Saviour of souls,
God spoke,
Their souls were saved!
Livvi  Kent  2012
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Drums and hums trance*
as my pen traces
fixtures of pink eroded clouds
as the mount tops explode
to expose the Chamois

The old rocks melts
on the bridge under where
picturesque horizons
meander on scaled slopes
that overturn marvel with wit

The greenery of the forest
and the sound of the bears
evoke my ears
to hear as the rhythm
rapture to capture

The sky diminishes
as the melodious stars
parade and trade
their glorious mystery
of the lost rulers

The Lynxes spotlight
their padded claws
and ***** attentive ears
to hunt, count and punt
*on the paced ranges of the Carpathian

My words don’t appear like my mind visualizes,

A speech-impaired philanthropist swings inside,

Tonight, the hailstorm rides the waves,

I am not on the same page, inside.



My thoughts wander on that plane,

An unforgotten tune lingering in the rain,

Leaving this mere mortal on this plane,

How I wish I can leave this pain.



I need the cover of the Carpathian mountains,

And beyond in the realm of darkness,

Ambient sounds and the tragedy of dropping rain,

I need to leave this page, struggling madness.



Before I leave, I need to confess,

That what the heart had desired for long,

To be on a journey, with my obsessed,

I wish you were on the same page, forever after

What may come, with fire or water,

The Earth can swallow me tonight,

I perish with all that remains, written on this page.

Your eyes are limpid, as it is the lake
When breeze is gentle and it doesn't shake
And they are as profound as the blue sea
Far in the distance, where the ships feel free.

Your eyes are peaceful, as a lamb asleep
When is surrounded by the flock of sheep
And they are like two gems, precious and bright
And your sweet laughter fills them with delight.

Your eyes are brown like all the bears that roam
In the Carpathian woods, their lovely home,
But they are finer than they use to be
When deep within they mirror only me.

I struck you sometime after midnight
Mid ship
Gashed
Your seas pouring into my cabin
Berths
Icy
Green
Fervent
To my neck
And I submit
Drowning with your lips upon mine
Till we hit the sea floor
Carpathian

Translated by Przemyslaw Musialowski 8/20/2018

Kneeling before you,
I bow my head low,
confessing the truths
due to the Motherland:

it's you who taught me
to see beauty with a word,
and when I entrusted
my soul to you,
you made the bed
with mirror thought
- looking-glass' reflection -
dressed in pensive ponderings.

I love you, Poland,
when you are blooming in spring.
Your fertile fields
of gold wheat and barley.

I love,
when in summer,
in the aroma of linden trees,
adorned with flowers,
you lure with cool shade.

I love in autumn:
saddened,
rainy.

I love with pure and
unchanging love,
full of joy
of sins remission:
of Christmas Eve
examination of conscience.

I love, from south to north,
in February cold
and in hot July.

Your steel statues
of the Carpathian peaks.
Your streams, when rumbling
they carry the March ice floes.
Your beautiful sparkling willow greens
of Masurian waters,
when the sun is chasing
dancing rays
-with emerald's spark
of silver-plated steel,
before they'll disappear
with colors of the rainbow
in the hazy distance.

Your ancient castles,
standing proudly since the times of Piasts.

Your dunes, tamed with dwarf pine,
your country homesteads on the Bug and Prosna.

Polish wolves', eager for blood,
fearful thundering voices.
The heroic fate of the brave Polish armies.
Golden wheat ears of liberation
in the coat of arms of the Nation.

At the sources of the Vistula
I love you with reverie:
And over transparent waters
further reaches
I sob.

You'll hug me,
Mother!
Your son,
when you'll tuck me in
as my only Ma
-buried,
with eternal... loving.

Wieslaw Musialowski 10/9/2001