Olga's Poetry & Thoughts

I have two lovers named Chaos and Joe One is predictable and the other's not so Chaos is wild, with a scraggly old beard Joe has fetishes that seem a bit weird Chaos has issues and takes pills of all sorts Joe likes the usual: a fine beer and sports Chaos makes me feel like one big mess While Joe makes me pitiful and depressed They still love me, sending me flowers and cake Hoping I'll be in their beds when I awake Alas, I can only exist in one place in time With Chaos and vodka, or Joe and red wine Will Cupid please strike one heart of the two To save me from this sad pit of blues? Joe, oh Joe, I see us marrying one day I see us on rocking chairs with hair all grey Chaos, dear love, I see adventures await That will never land me in Heaven's pearly gates Sometimes I want to watch the sunset with Joe Other times I want Chaos curled up at my toes We want it all: a chaotic stability A paradoxical, magnetic indivisibility We want the Chaos that life throws...

I refuse to sell my heart, not for twenty-five cents The auction is closed, ladies and gents I’ve already sold my eyes, when they caught sight of the streets So now everyone can see the beauty of my Italian retreat I sold my tongue for gelato, feeling so young Letting the wild berries dance around on my tongue I sold my feet when I traveled to see our Holy Mother in gold Like a saint on a mission, I’ll walk until I get old I sold my ears when I heard beautiful Aida open her lips Echoing through the theatre in which the ancients used to sit But I won’t sell my heart, it is still free For my heart belongs to God and not really to me My heart aches for home, too many miles away Yet for now I am here and I will live for today Yes, I sold my eyes to Italy; it’s all I can see How I wish you were here seeing these treasures with me I’ll try to buy back my sight, taste, and ears too So that I’ll be able to share these memories with you

Don't you know they're all the same? Every bouquet is picked from the same field Every lily and every tulip and every forget-me-not Has been forgotten by someone Because the flowers, they're all the same All lips possess that fleeting sweet taste That's erased by your afternoon tea The same tongue that we all possess Can be used as a spear or as a lullaby The tongue can say things to make us cry Yet all lips and all tongues taste the same Isn't it true, that all hands are the same? Warm, with blood rushing through them Matching perfectly with my hand Yet all hands fit together like jigsaw pieces All the hands in the world tied together by a string The hands, they are all the same What is different? The soul? The sparkle in the eye that reminds us That our inner demons and angels lie not In our capacity to love, or to kiss or caress The only difference between us is One person possesses his self-worth in his soul While the other values himself ...

I dreamt last night that we were sipping wine That you climbed for me up the grape vine My hair a mess and fingers entwined Plans for brunch at two-can-dine You planted kisses on my feet Like little candies, sticky sweet Semi smiles beneath the sheet Laughs were heard across the street Everything was out of place I wasn't even hard to chase You ripped too easily through the lace But I couldn't say no to that face I felt a raw chunk of emotion Didn't care about love's devotion Hollow heart and heated motion Was the abyss of the ocean Two-can-dine and two can lie So we both thought of an alibi You sucked the flower 'til it ran dry I never wished to say good-bye But you left to go back to your lover Of course I knew you had another So I crawled home to my mother Took three days for me to recover I wish you'd appear every night In my mind as I shut the light Then one day, I just might See your real fa...