Metamorphosis of
daffadowndilly
Selected poems
by J.B. Klimko
Love being
Love,
the secret garden of our being,
Where living teaches us
relating.
A simplistic pleasure of connecting,
Beyond trying or
impressing,
Love beyond the making.
It's a self reflecting
source
Of vulnerability and surrounding.
In the face of
the unknown
Being is
The most timeless force of love.
Love unknown
Stranger
to myself I shall never know
The source of your smile, let alone
your soul.
I
touch your heart and I see what you feel.
I know what's certain,
but I can't be sure what's real.
Love
reduced to a word, poetry to a form.
Through obscure concepts,
from nothing, you become.
Love making
I'm
running my fingers
Down her silky hair.
The rhythm of our
breathing softens
Through the air we share.
We inhale as
one
And exhale as none,
We dissolve
In each other’s
arms.
Love is being made
As we lay
Outside of time.
Pasing Time
Time
passes too fast
On these morning sheets of white.
I'm half
awake, wrapped up in your soft hands.
Somewhere else
Gently
tickling our senses, the sound of rain.
But
for us, it couldn't matter less.
Then I snooze
again
Mesmerised by your
embrace
And I sink
into your inviting chest,
Dreams
are still awake
And I
wish
That time could also
rest.
language
Language
was his only home.
Mine, at times. But thoughts
Always and love
occasionally, too.
Wind carries my lost
hope.
Righteously
I speak my truth and you speak yours.
Our
worlds;
So different, when we both are wrong.
Certain
words
(And the power that they hold)
Bring us back to the
smallness of
Our grey forgotten places .
I don't look
back;
Past is far beyond what is
Home is my old belief.
Full moon
It has
been a tough day,
Long past midnight and I'm still awake.
The
neighbour's dog frantically
Barks at the moon, which tonight
Is
so bright and full.
If only I
Didn't say these mean words,
And
let my anger off the leash
I could sleep
With you tonight; you
in mine
Or I in your fragile arms;
Feel the breath on the back
of my head
And know
That the moon tonight
Is not alone.
Wrong things
I keep
saying
Wrong things to her.
One moment of
ill-attention
Outside of my intention
Quickly results
In me
hurting her. Then I'm sorry
But it's too late.
She walks away,
goes early to bed
And I'm left alone.
Our closeness
Becomes
my wrongness
So I'm waiting for another day;
There's little
harm that time can't repair.
The sun comes down and up and once
again
We are held
Lovingly, in each other's space.
The love story
So the
story goes;
He enters the room; happy her, happy him.
Coffee
is almost ready (a delightful morning brew).
She suggests to turn
the telly on
But he's fed up with the box,
A view he doesn't
hide.
Things change.
She was so happy before
So how
could he come
And with one sentence destroy
This perfect
morning, their peace and love?
Only if he was not
So
negative, then she wouldn't be
So annoyed.
The end of the
story.
You make me
I'm
lost to the point
Where denying
us
Is the only freedom
that I have
(which is
none).
The hardest truth
to know
Is that the more
I love, the more
I'm
scared of losing you.
I
used to see this dependency as
weakness
But now,
after years of
resistance,
I'm finally
learning to let go,
To
die in your arms and be reborn,
All
in a flicker of shared
breaths.
And even
though there're times
When I’d like to
run from you and hide,
I know
I can’t, because we share this life.
You
make me
And we are one.
I'd rather die young
I’m
scared of getting old,
And suffering for no gain at all
Waiting
for death
Too slow to approach.
I’m scared of dying
on my own,
I’d rather die before;
In the prime of my
life,
With beauty and purpose
Filling up my heart.
May
it be a surprise,
May I smile and feel alive,
Be complete and
awake,
The magic of the moment;
May I fall in love with death.
Habitually
Habitually
I get out of bed,
Brush my teeth,
Habitually I kiss
Her dry
morning lips and welcome myself.
Then I eat, habitually too
And
I live each day,
Monday through Sunday,
Without ever asking
why
Until surprised
I die.
And the world
Suddenly
becomes
So new, un-habitually so.
Loneliness
A fear
of loneliness penetrates my cells.
Space irrelevant and time
So
merciless.
Unlike material things,
Only dreams allow the
choice
To set me free and to fulfil the most isolating wish;
To
live
But not to feel.
Eternal death that never
rests,
Knowledge brings dividing lies
And only fools admit they
know,
Gone for good, far reaching truth of doubt.
Dying man
A
dying man once told me
'Life is unfair', by life meaning
death.
Nothing is more fair, I thought
As I looked deeply into
his fading eyes,
Feeling deceptively immortal.
Bars and walls
Two
men locked against their will
Prisoners of life in two tiny
cells;
Bare walls and bars,
Small thoughts and unreliable
hopes.
One
man prays every single
day
Talks to the God and expects
To find his peace and sanity,
Right outside of himself.
The
other man counts ever single brick,
He wants to know, understand
and be familiar with
Those enclosing walls, for it is his world.
Firing squad
A
young man about to be shot
By a firing squad.
Sentenced by a
martial court,
His crime: love.
The executioner asks for his
final words,
But there's not much to say
So the young man is
given
His last cigarette to smoke.
Probably feeling
that one day we all be dead
They treat him like another man,
A
living being still stands in front of them.
But time has no
mercy
And in just a minute or two on his pale face
They'll
place a dark hood;
With his back against the wooden pole,
He
will be shot
And forgotten
...like a rabid dog.
Fragile
I feel
so fragile
Like a baby bird;
Unable to fly,
Unable to
escape,
Dependent on others,
Deprived of a
choice,
Vulnerable
Scared of the world.
Yet I
trust that one day
I will spread my wings
And learn how to
fly.
I will chase the wind
And kiss the sky.
Wet and cold
It's
an early morning, outside wet and cold.
Even
my dog glued to the carpet
Refuses
to go for a walk
But we
must
Face the day
With
a smile and a brave face.
We
must show them
That,
regardless of it all, we can thrive
Persevere
and walk
Through the
struggles of our life.
Prayer to self
Love
thyself, my dear;
Knowledge is for fools
Who strive
To be
better than they are.
Relax your stride and feel each
step,
Hear the whisper of your soft care,
And each day speak
to yourself
The amorous words you already know.
Acceptance
grows on its fertile soil.
And know
Nothing other than
To
love thyself.
Hold me tight
Hold
me tight, please.
Embrace me close
When I’m quick and
intense
Or dull and long.
As good as you can,
Hold me
tight.
Do not throw me out, push away, ignore or curse.
Please,
just hold me tight;
For I'm your fear,
I’m your
dearest pain.
So hold me tight and be with me, my friend.
Walk away
Just
walk away.
From the voice in your head,
Calling your name
Just
ignore it and be yourself.
Walk into a foreign peaceful space.
Do
it,
Only step by step.
Even if
That voice brings you
down
And tells you the lies that you always trust,
Just walk
away, and remember:
It’s not your voice
Inside your head.
May I
May I
sleep while I'm awake,
Be as real as I am fake,
May I hold and
let it go,
May I be what I'm not,
Be as open as I'm
closed,
Choose the obvious, know the choice,
Look at us and
cry with joy,
Build the trust that I destroy.
nature
Above
my head a vast ocean of clouds;
Floating waters, only upside
down.
Waves of sound, winged fishes fly.
Then
the calm and cool wind comes
It whispers ‘I am your change’,
and
Breathes me in
As
"I" slowly dissolves in
the sun,
Cold wind comes and takes away the pleasure.
"I"
takes it personally.
A single peaceful
breath.
That is all I can afford right now.
It is so much.