Lovers made by Prague

Lovers made by Prague

A Poem by WRITER-----------POET

At room where Ilive and die
With music and with pictures
Look from the window
See that figure look like you
Girl with flowers and red vine




Around the head shiny shine
Clothes like flaming symbol
At old castle play on the flute
Magic sound and magic hearts
At coffee house with smokey cigar
She think about me
I stand at corner
With face of loner
And she smile to my eyes
I am angel of your past
I can heal that wounds
Your feet are fregille
Like Czech glass
Come with me to make another breathing

At park with cross path
Each picture symbolize
Our journey with each pain and joy
On the end there is cross
And open pub with beer and with meat
We eat and drink
Our faces are like mask of clauns
At old maze we make love
Mirror are narrows and we see our souls
At planet observation we sleep
When we woke
All is not the same
At club 007
We see that strange band from Pilsen rethard punk
And we have own day
With drunk love and songs about us
Sweating like filthy pigs


At morning cold sun
We walk over the misty park
Dogs are lonely and they masters cheat on the love
We find another place
With building at star shape
Make party with homelles and give them food
Be something like Czech Robin Hood
And our mothers
Are cowards hide behind anything
Roses are golden at your tears
On end of the Prague
At ruins of our house
Roof have shape onion
And windows are broken lights
On the floor are not carpets
Nothing to warm our feet
But we are happy indeed

And Russian tank can come
We get our botlles and fire flame
My girl is contra revolutioner
At red star she make new universe
At underground ways
She lead me at another trace
Death boy and death girl
Floating at dirty splash
Wisdom cannot save lifes who are death already
And we are not victims of slavery
At our house
We living and make love
And we say yes to new sun
Treasures at own hearts
You cannot dig out
Only live this life
And be like us








© 2017 WRITER-----------POET



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A beautifully executed bitter-sweet poem of sadness, passion, lust, pain,and adventure. Looking for an angel in a world of demons.

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WRITER-----------POET

3 Weeks Ago

My some memories on my youth. I am glad you enjoyed even poem is not short. Yes all what you write i.. read more

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Added on February 25, 2016
Last Updated on October 22, 2017