Slave & Piano Event

Poem inspired by:



Your keys cry, replayed by the few flashes of my mind;
Just tyrany... and you, the Beautiful!

Melted, I struggle to hold them all together
But, entwined with your yesterday's fingers, they are slowly fading away...
...Then it comes the same day;
Disheveled, your godlike memories lay
On painful dawns...

This week I was a queen for two hours
And a slave for one hundred and sixty six.
Breathing for one hundred twenty minutes
And choking for the rest...

The highest, the deepest, the loveliest, the best...
The tameless rocker in disguise
Smoothly reassembling the human nature

My small - angelic, my huge - demonic prize
Unlocking the bars of my life cage,
Unleashing the sweetness of the primal rage
With a song...

- to Mr. Balázs Havasi
18.11.2011

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The writing is a bitter-sweet parody, inspired by his "Drum & Piano" Project.

Ethereal

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Don't fade out...
Please don't run through my peripheral veins...
My worn out T-cells need you inside
To blend my hypothalamic estrones with your keys
And make me immune to the chaos around...

Just stay...
Help me raise pituitary hearts and adrenal wishes
To the inborn angels beating in you...
Highlight the purple running in me,
Fuse the rain of your sound drops with the flushes that lift up to my face;
Draw continents of passion on my meaningless cast
And fly...

With you I'm able to grow wings
And hold the Earth like an orange;
With you stuck on the walls of my nerves
I'm the only illusion alive...
With you just, ethereal,
I...

- to Mr. Balázs Havasi
25.11.2011

Yesterday's Dream

Inspired by a real dream and by:



It's too harsh
It's too much...
It breaks, can't you feel?
It hurts, can't you hear?...

...It was your piano last night, crushed under merciless fingers...
Its keys were flowing down, like plastic,
Heated by moonlight rays.

I was standing there, like a shadow painted by Leonid Afremov;
I didn't necessarily expect anything
But I found myself slipping down the alley of your melted wrong keys
Together with the rest...

...I didn't think that you're the best
Until I saw Venice...
Everything was a stream
Flooding the streets, seizing the buildings
Touched by you, the tides were rising
Beautiful and frightening
From the ground to the sky;
On the ice of your cold breath we were skating downwards
Half alive and half spirits,
Surfing through a sea of unknown...

- to Mr. Balázs Havasi
28.11.2011

The Unborn (The anti-consumerism Ballad)

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The World is closing to an end.
Bells break the eardrums
When disguised priests pull the rope;
Children get unborn,
Unbaptised
And frightened in wombs.

Random masters rush us towards the final blast
And, cornered, we comply;
Connected to the self-destructive instinct
We can't but forge the pace of our gears;

Mechanical love, if any,
Is waged against the ancient dawns;
Like beasts, we bite with greed from each other,
Unfulfilled flesh leaving behind.

On the other side of the World,
Staring above, from apocalyptic waters,
Like a prince foreseeing through rubies,
You sing...

A piece of bread and a cold piano
Is all you need to magnify the surroundings;
But they didn't take the time to understand...
Like beaks, they came and crossed your chest
Leaving you wounded and weary...

The heavy seagulls landed on your shoulders
Ate it all,
Less your mind and your fingers keen to rise,
From pain and hope,
Endless rainbows on uncertain horizons...

- to Mr. Balázs Havasi
30.11.2011

Revealing

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Like snowflakes falling from the unknown
Your hands vanish down the boiling wounds of my brain;

Under your touch
The daily creeps get diseased and quiet;
...Pushed back in time
They are now just paintings on medieval walls.

Their electrical sword talks about evil
Like the survivors talk about war;
Under the dim light of a candle
Your shadow grows, their trifles shrink;
The Truth, clad in gold and sapphires,
Is not betrayed anymore...

Just here, jailed in the past,
Like the homeless, locked at my free will,
I can weave wishes at least,
I can hide in my own spherical mist
Revealing...

- to Mr. Balázs Havasi
02.12.2011

Night Peak

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Candidly laid
On my classical side
I thought that I fancied just the genius in you
I thought that I found the meaning of truth

But there's no sunset without the interplanetary kiss
And no sunrise without the erythrocytal birth
There's no art without bleeding
And no creation without merging
There's no innocence without passion
And no infant born outside of the flesh...

Sitting on my diffuse verandah
Pensive and misguided by your piano keys
By day I flooded you with cold admiration
In prayers cheating the overall of my definition.

But He who rearranges it all - the darkness -
Proved that you're not related to angels
When you cast the blue of your eyes
Upon my high erotic dreams
When you hold my breath, entwining,
When you made me cry for a piece of my meaning,
When your skin was smelling like the vice of the gods
When, defeated, I couldn't listen you singing,
When we didn't talk, but our cells.

You were so unromantic and man
Sweating in my mouth, under subconscious bites
The pulsating veins on your arms
Choking my breasts from their sides

...God
He was the one rising in me...
Connecting my mind to His electrical beam
He simply decoded you with The Scream...

- to Mr. Balázs Havasi
02.12.2011