Sydney Krivenko

A dry mouth in the desert sand, thirsting for words, searching the land, rearing against his chains - the centaur, eyes toward heaven, helas, heaven remains - closed - empty is his

Toothpaste and moonshine, I\'m brushing in the cool moon, full her face, smiling kind- I\'m cleaning away the day\'s doom to smile back my whitest smile- in the Lady I put all my trust, with

True is everything, true is nothing, what we hear and see is the truth we believe, is the web we weave around us, so you - cannot intrude, cannot steal my truth, which for me alone is

My dark friend, you listen quietly to all my crazy fantasies, so soothingly you breathe and a cocoon you weave around my anxiety- with gentle hands you guide me into a world where I

As straight and righteous like a nun of old, Ever ready to punish the bold, Racing over her black habit of stone and tar, Torn and blemished by sins and scars Of wild youths and busy

Walking from cloud to cloud, Towards catching the faint rays of sun, Lurking down timidly- Yet the clouds keep pushing forth relentlessly, No rest for the sun - His warmth still is so

What is left of it is merely meat, cut up for my dogs to eat, a little heart that beat so fast, so slow, made the lamb live and grow, let it run and play on fields of green, discover a world it

In those wintery evenings, when the air takes colour and sings, before me stands a trembling wall, I dare not touch at all- so delicate and frail, it draws a silver veil over the land- I melt

Moments Those precious moments flee, While time plans carefully, Her each and every step – Cherished the seconds few And far between me and you, Still fall through emotion’s web Those golden

Hidden So very dark is this night, I want to watch the stars rise, but they are hiding behind a murky red sky, the colour of burnt roses – their petals swimming in a sea of clouds, dead –

Messy Rain is falling relentlessly, hopelessness and misery flood the helpless land, knitting a veil, cold, wet and grey it melts with secret tears – only the wind behind the trees is

In the stillness of the mind, Like spiders waiting for prey, Dusty cobwebs bar the way To the light inside Trying to reach my hungry eye, A word, an image, a name – Sets lose the demons

Evening spills over tired streets, mingles with the day\'s dusty smell, pink mountains smile into my weary mind and peace lies down beside me - for a while an anxious wind sweeps away the

In this sunny place I’ll plant a pine in memory of those I loved; intensely, fiercely, destructively, into the soil, soft and deep, watered with aching tears – trembling hands

Wash out A sleepy moon gets up As I lie down alone again, Painful memories chat In my head – Children playing on the beach Of my mind, Building castles on the waves of sadness, Illusions

Paper hearts ( 2) On the battlefield of lost love Eros’ arrows lie Broken around trembling hearts Condemned to die, Bound to the stakes of pity, Waiting for trained hands To end it

Invisible On top of a mountain, standing speechless – how did I reach it? Another dream come true – a smile around the bend – a coincidence? One vision taking form, a mirage out of

Mother Mother look into my eyes once more and keep this light inside your heart when I must walk out this door, I am a lonely child, lost in the dark Mother, when you read these words, I am

Burning They take it into their arms, passionately – as they squeeze out its last warm breath of life their tongues spray high \' blood, golden-red - there is no escape for the

A sleepy moon gets up, as I lie down alone again – painful memories chat in my head, children - in the sandbox of my mind playing with past happiness; building swimming

Chains and golden lace connecting hearts, binding souls in prisons without bars, smiles warming freezing insecurity, words tie minds with pearls and barbed wire. Sydney Krivenko 2008 All

Away from you, soles aching, seeking distance and walking further away fast – Those “ What you should have done, and I did not say”, have become cobwebs of the past; running

Dei Titani sorgono dalla foschia assonnata montagne nere cresciute nella notte metafore dell’emozioni questioni giganti mutanti Sybille(Sydney)Krivenko 2007