Poetry

2010-06-23T00:36:00.002+02:00

In my pride I'm mighty
yet still I'm here alone -
begging you to please me
and never to let go.

Joy

2009-10-19T16:30:00.001+02:00

If the night feels too cold
turn to me and lightly kiss me.
I will wake to hold you close,
to warm your skin until you're sleeping.

And I'll keep you close to me
knowing that for you I'm living.
In few hours dawn will brake
and I hope to find you here.

You are all that I could need -
gently smiling - still so strong,
so prepared to live this life
with all its beauty and misfortunes.

Morning came, again you smiled
opening your eyes a little.
I am here, love, let's begin -
a day with you, a day of joy.

Kalin Toshkov Staikov, 2009 ©

Fury

2009-06-21T06:56:00.001+02:00

Through the reddish mist
of fury dangerously growing
I won't feel regret.
I won't feel a thing
but the temptation -
give me a hammer and
everything I shall call
... a nail!

Kalin Toshkov Staikov, 2009 ©

I believe

2009-06-02T19:41:00.001+02:00

I believe in nature
and its holy purpose.
I remember heaven
through the eyes of child.

I will see the Sun through
clouds of broken idols
and misleaded leaders
of condemned religion.

I don't say His name
in vein, empty wishes
yet - believe in Power
enmeshed within my being.

And yes - I believe it!
I believe in myself -
reaching for the Purpose
of my whole existence.

Forever in my reach -
wherever I might need it.
The power of creation -
the power to fulfil.

Kalin Toshkov Staikov, 2009 ©

Thinking Of You

2009-05-15T13:42:00.001+02:00

It's not too long ago when days
passed like nothing ever changes -
day by day and all the nights
I felt quite good while feeling empty.

And I knew that all will pass
resurrecting something special
and I knew that life will seem
like forgotten fairy realm.

Now I'm changed - somehow renewed
to new unknown vibrant temptations
that I came to know with you -
the one I seek for such long years.

I didn't saw your shining smile
and words from you I didn't heard
but yet I knew that I know you
and yet I knew that you are special.

"Tell me stories" you once asked
and I told you what I'm dreaming.
Then you found me to remake
the nature of my daily living.

And "I love you" I would say
but too many times I've said it
and the meaning my heart seek
words would never could of tell you.

Kalin Toshkov Staykov, 2009 ©

~~~~

Dedicated to my beloved Nora

I wish

2009-05-04T19:52:00.001+02:00

I wish this world to end
and something new to come.
I wish I know the truth
behind the veil of being.

The truth I surely knew
before I came to life
and force myself to be
in solid, frail shell.

I breathe the poison air
and drink some beverage
of wasted holy substance
that once the nature made.

My only wish - to see
beyond this strange existence
and feel beyond my senses
and know what's left unsaid.

Deceive me and I'll feel you.
Forgive me that I know
and show what's left out there
for me to understand.

Kalin Toshkov Staikov, 2009 ©

2009-05-04T19:36:00.001+02:00

Imaginary leafs and
tree of empty thoughts -
my long forgotten tale

Can you ?

2008-11-19T00:59:00.001+02:00

I saw the morning in your eyes -
burning with decaying surface.
Not the morning I have seen
but the end of one more being.
Just like morning - rise and shine!
Be alive and almost live
before you die and be forlorn
like any other long before you.
But did you actually remember
your first kiss or tender whisper ?
Or the closest thing to love
and these feelings so evolving.
I know I don't - so dare you - do you ?
Can you really say "I love.." ?

Kalin Toshkov Staikov, 2008 ©

Nothing

2008-07-30T19:11:00.001+02:00

It's one of those days.
It seems you lose it
and then it hits you -
you're on top!
Right on top
just long enough
to feel, to really feel
the falling.
Up and down
and then again
way too high
then way too fast
you hit the ground
of expectations
desperate to become more.
You saw that ?
There's nothing to it.
Nothing new shall even come.
We're just forgetting
and all seems fine
and then we die -
there's nothing to it!

Kalin Toshkov Staikov, 2008 ©

Words of Exile

2008-07-30T19:09:00.000+02:00

The dark resides within him
and darkness was his throne.
Upon the life itself he fed -
the blood and flesh of living.

With whisper and in solitude
he catched his scared victims.
He laughed the cross and holy word
to scorn and empty rustles.

His only wish - the massacre.
His only child - the undead.
I forsake thee, darken child!
In His name be banished!

Kalin Toshkov Staikov, 2008 ©

Earth

2008-07-30T19:07:00.001+02:00

In this secluded Earth
I see that no one
can forgive the living.
Thirst to kill -
so strong and pure
is all the force
we really know.
"Law of nature" -
who said that ?
The observer!
He sees all
and knows the truth
about the undead.
The undead living
known as men.

We thing we live!
But do we?

Kalin Toshkov Staikov, 2008 ©

2008-06-24T18:59:00.001+02:00

Three Latin words
on empty box -
forsaken hope

I am happy

2008-06-24T18:58:00.000+02:00

Of course I'm happy! -
And never mind
the world outside
these empty walls.
I'm happy just to
stay alive
and eat the crap
the faith is serving.
And I'm happy
just to know
that tonight
you will betray me.
Hell! I'm happy!
Don't you see ?
So, go away! With him!
He is waiting!
I shall not
be down again
and numb I will
be no more.
Coz you're empty -
now I see
and without you
I am happy!

Kalin Toshkov Staikov, 2008 ©

Together

2008-04-12T12:55:00.000+02:00

I am what I am -
storm within reach.
I'll be the priest
but none shall I preach.
You are my dearest -
known my whole life.
Years divide us
but now we are done.
You are beside me -
our powers restored.
Let's now be gentle -
our path's yet too dark.
Come - let me show you
what faith really is.

Kalin Toshkov Staikov, 2008 ©

2008-04-06T13:37:00.002+02:00

Never seen pure evil.
I've found pure good.
And He loves us all...

2008-02-26T00:12:00.000+02:00

The birds around
Hot Sun rays
I have to work

2008-02-25T23:25:00.003+02:00

Dream at night
abandon hope
- upon the sky

2008-02-25T23:25:00.001+02:00

It wasn't dream
a scarlet grief
your tender eyes

Know you

2007-09-19T22:56:00.001+02:00

On the street - walking.
Looking for some place.
Dry and clean if possible
to sit and rest alone.
Darkness is your only home,
silence is your prayer.
No one dares to look at you
like if from curse in instance
he will die in dreadful pain -
the agony of your life!
You are homeless - I can see -
nameless but somehow still -
in my heart I know you...

Kalin Toshkov Staikov, 2007 ©

Home

2007-09-19T22:35:00.001+02:00

Wandering around in world
full of people wishing you
everything you need to be
just like if they really care.
No one does and when there's no
place to call your home
you will see that no one does -
no one really cares.
I am there now - I know
someday I'll find a place
in time and space -
in Universe - a place
to call out home -
a place that no one knows.

Kalin Toshkov Staikov, 2007 ©

The String

2007-06-08T18:42:00.001+02:00

Do you really want to take me?
To take the blame and sin that I am
and accept me as you see me.
Do you really see what I am?
When far beyond in time the Astral
world began its own existance.
Do you still remember my name? -
the one who walked around the temple
far beyond all that we know now
in time that feels so out of reach.
I am there now - you can see me
in the window of the guidance
which endures our true connection -
our true connection with our God.

Kalin Toshkov Staikov, 2007 ©

Enter

2007-06-06T16:44:00.001+02:00

For you I'm there in this sweet silence.
You and I - so close to be.
Seeing and believing - we are free.

To this bright world that's kept in darkness
we are none and none shall be.
This fire will not burn us - let's give in...

Kalin Toshkov Staikov, 2007 ©

The Initiation

2007-06-01T14:32:00.000+02:00

In Heaven's rays I pledge my mind.
With You I'll be as one in time
but patience - ready I shall be
when in this sweet, dear morning
I woke to see your shining face.
And You will be with me as presence
of Divine, all giving God
that for me will still be present
even when the light is gone.
Now I pray to Thee in silence
with no words to sound my wish
to be free from karmic hold-backs,
to be set to serve to Thee -
to pray, to love, to set men free!

Kalin Toshkov Staikov, 2007 ©

Elegy

2007-05-27T22:20:00.001+02:00

Elegy is a poetic form at first used in ancient Greece. It was made to express grief about someone’s death or the death of a group of people. That’s why almost every elegy even today starts with grief – sorrow for something that even could not be death. It can be something beyond the material world for example but it has to express very deep and sad feelings – feeling of lost or denial or something that is generally depressing or simply hard to be accepted.
Usually in the second part of every elegy the very thing that the author was sad about is again expressed but in the light of ideal. Even death is idealized as a way for someone to continue. Everything in that second part keeps the spark of the positive idealism and it is usually the keeper of hope.
That hope then develops in the third part of the elegy. That makes the elegy sound optimistic but still it has to keep the sorrow deep within it like it is something that can’t be undone, something that is pushed to the very end of things, something incorrigible – like death. Perhaps this is why the elegy in ancient Greece expressed exactly the sorrow about death.

Kalin Toshkov Staikov, 2007 ©

Too Dear

2007-05-27T15:50:00.000+02:00

I just fall into your
deep and dear yet too clear eyes.
But I know I can't succumb
to these denials in your heart.
I could be yours but you are
just too close to me and I...

Go with me to never land to be
forlorn from all the rest that
live their life like nothing
really nothing ever matters!
Like if it was before just that
that is just now as you and me...

Awaken from another dream sweating
like if I was running from the time
that still is breaking slowly
my ending vastly with that time
forlorn and drown in modest dreams
too dark, too empty yet too dear life.

Kalin Toshkov Staikov, 2007 ©

A Drop Of ...

2007-05-19T10:29:00.001+02:00

I want to be a drop of rain
flying from so high above.
A drop of rain I want to be
but different from all the rest.
Drop of water - cold and clean
drifting in the wind of chance.
Drop so small which no one sees -
like if it causes no effect.
Drop of water I won't be
drifting from so high above
but of blood a drop I'll be
slowly ending someone's life.
A purity beyond all reason -
the dignity to be released.

Kalin Toshkov Staikov, 2007 ©

Elizabeth Bishop

2007-05-18T13:15:00.000+02:00

She was born in 1911 - Worcester, Massachusetts. Her life started pretty badly when her father died and soon after that her mother was sent to a mental hospital. Her grandparents took care of her after that and in 1934 she graduated in Vassar College.
Elizabeth Bishop was a traveler. She crossed Europe, Africa and then moved to Florida to spend 4 years there. That made her poetry express the passion of a traveler and we can read about many plots which surrounded her as she moved from place to place.
We can see that in her poems like for example in “At the Fishhouses” :

All is silver: the heavy surface of the sea,
swelling slowly as if considering spilling over,
is opaque, but the silver of the benches,
the lobster pots, and masts, scattered
among the wild jagged rocks,
is of an apparent translucence
like the small old buildings with an emerald moss
growing on their shoreward walls.

Many years she spent in Brazil but she didn’t published many books. She wrote from time to time not too many poems and her Collected Poems collected hardly 100 of them. Still - her technical mastery was brilliant. In 1964 she was awarded the Fellowship of The Academy of American Poets.
She died in 1979 back in the place where she started writing - Massachusetts. Till that final day she served as a Chancellor.
She left us with a lineage of beautiful, brilliant poetry which keep her place in our mind as a writer who only with a few words showed us the world she used to see.

Don't Speak

2007-05-17T23:16:00.000+02:00

So please don't speak!
Close your eyes and for a bit
sleep in pure innocence
and I will sleep next to you.
But please don't speak!
And I won't break it -
thought I would if you
in instance of a flash
say that love you hold for me
so no, oh please - don't say it.
Please - don't speak...
And soon I will forget your name
and after that again I'll fall
in this secluded place of my heart.

Kalin Toshkov Staikov, 2007 ©

Karolina

2007-05-14T18:39:00.000+02:00

So fragile is the life, she thinks
as she falls down from the cliff.
This life - it doesn't really flashes
just before you hit the rocks.

You simply hit them and soon enough
they are gone - regrets and hopes.
And all that sink in this denial
that once someone described as life.

Simply life - once so beloved!
When dreams were more then only
long forgotten, empty wishes
drowning in her bitter tears.

Never mind - the rocks are closing...
Maybe one more thing will stay
after she is death and buried -
just a thing - to let them know.

Kalin Toshkov Staikov, 2007 ©

Prosody

2007-05-13T19:45:00.000+02:00

Prosody is an linguistic term used to describe the way speech sounds and provides information that transcription can’t provide. In poetry this is very important because it is linked to the rhythm.

Rhythm on the other hand is very important because it shows how smoothly a part of text in poetry could go. If the rhythm is not good even the non-experienced reader will feel that something with the poem is wrong and it doesn’t sound like it should.

Prosody describes not only the speech sounds but things like loudness, the length of the different syllables and others. Sometimes it describes the change of the velocity and it is very important in poetry because generally it is all about the rhythm, the tone (where comes the frequency of the sound too), the intonation (that puts accents on different words) and the lexical stress.

Funeral

2007-05-12T13:31:00.001+02:00

Cry with me, my angel.
I demand your broken song.
Sing for them and let me
tell the truth forevermore.

I am no more sweet and tender,
not the man that ones I was.
I am only one more mortal -
born to die to let them know.

Every sunrise I pretend that
Sun won't hurt my naked soul.
But I know that every darkness
shall be razed with me at all.

Kalin Toshkov Staikov, 2007 ©

The Lost Ones

2007-05-12T13:27:00.001+02:00

The harmony is no more.
I can feel its flop.
Arts goes in despoilment.
Every living falls.

No one will restore us.
Hatred - all we have
will continue growing
as our souls runs off.

Kalin Toshkov Staikov, 2007 ©

Tell Me

2007-05-12T13:23:00.001+02:00

Tell me that you love me
lie me if you don't.
Tell me that your love is
more than silent vote.

I won't judge your feelings,
I won't fall so low.
All I need - to love me.
Nothing but to know.

Kalin Toshkov Staikov, 2007 ©

I Love Thee

2007-05-12T13:21:00.001+02:00

I love thee
when thou bring me harmony
and happiness begins to flow.

I love thee
when thou bring me silence
then thou rustle next to me.

How should I know how to tell thee
for all those times I said your name.

How should I know how to let thee
love me like the way I do...

Promise me that thou will never
let me be alone again.

Promise that your tender touches
will not vanish in the time.

And I will love thee even if
the war is taking over...

And I will love thee even if
thou never get the chance to know me.

Kalin Toshkov Staikov, 2007 ©

Care For Me

2007-05-12T13:15:00.001+02:00

Care for me, my soul mate!
Make me feel your pain.
Why should I be born?
And why I have to die...

Care for me, my loved one!
I have no one else...
Kill my ashen body!
Free my tender soul!

Care for me, my dearest!
All I have is pain...
Care for me and make me
feel the love again!

Kalin Toshkov Staikov, 2007 ©

Sleep

2007-05-12T13:12:00.001+02:00

Sleep my fallen angel,
sleep in tender sin.
All I give - my love now
burns your wings in flame.

Sleep and don't you worry.
Heaven is for them.
All I do is love thee!
We don't play their game.

Kalin Toshkov Staikov, 2007 ©

The Choice

2007-05-10T22:47:00.001+02:00

How can I escape the storm
today when once before I made it ?
Is it true that all our deeds
comes one more time to feel them ?

Or they just pass with no regrets
left into us to hold back.
My only wish's to know the truth
but is there any left here ?

"Just keep the path to solitude..
..no questions, keep on living!"
"Oh, life this is - so beautiful!
Why truth? It's overrated.."

"..overrated.." resound my mind,
a lightning flashed next to me.
"..to solitude.." - so many grumbles..
I walk around dead portraits.

"They didn't make it just like you,
fall now - we won't betray you.."
The hell with you! My path is dark.
Why life now seems so odious?

I won't forget you, suffering!
The only thing that helped me.
To you these words I now succumb.
I'm sorry but I'm leaving.

Kalin Toshkov Staikov, 2007 ©

* * *

2007-05-10T09:27:00.000+02:00

Every single tear that falls
for the one that loves our souls,
every single cry we give
will be his until we live.

Will I ever write his name
with the blood of mine to tame
his vehement accursed desire
to destroy our own denial ?

Now we have no time to waste.
Have to run until we trace
every single tear of blood
that enslaves us to this world.

Kalin Toshkov Staikov, 2007 ©

Without You

2007-05-09T19:17:00.001+02:00

Awaken from my freezing breath
I stared into the dark wall.
"There is no appeal for light..",
I whispered in the silence.

Ripping out all purity
I saw the world around me -
sucking all that's left to see,
turning all to ruins.

Blind if I were I would see
but now I lie in limbo.
Even with the Light with me
without you I am helpless.

Kalin Toshkov Staikov, 2007 ©

Friends

2007-05-09T19:16:00.002+02:00

I won't touch your tender skin.
Sleep and don't regret that.
After all these years I see -
friendship's all about us.

Nothing more for us to rise -
nothing will fulfil us.
I see flames in our hearts -
stigmatized by fears.

Fear that truth! And sleep now..
In your dream I'll come.
Then when bonds are no more
you'll be surely mine.

Kalin Toshkov Staikov, 2007 ©

Death

2007-05-09T19:16:00.001+02:00

I woked up - a frozen forest
all around me - white and pure.
My last breaths and shallow wispers -
ending vastly in the cold.

Sun is no more - Moon is rising.
Doomed forever will I be?
My last wishes I'll remember.
Will my dreams now keep me safe?

Deep within my living vessel
cold is slowly taking in.
Soon this body will be frozen
and my soul will blend with Thee.

I don't fear now - let death take me.
Soon in your warm arms I'll be.
Now my only wish - to take me
is the last hope - keeping me.

You are wisdom, light and beauty.
Love beyond all that I'd seen.
Yes, I'm certain - you are there!
Now I'm coming home to Thee.

Kalin Toshkov Staikov, 2007 ©

Ascent

2007-05-09T19:15:00.002+02:00

Touch me but don't watch me crying.
Let my tears flow now free.
Not for love my soul is flowing
nor the passion my heart seeks.

Watch me die now - I am ready.
Ready to be something more.
Everything I did now seems like
river ending in the sea.

Many paths of life I'd chosen.
Many teachers I have seen.
Guide me once again, my Dear -
I am ready to be free.

Kalin Toshkov Staikov, 2007 ©

* * *

2007-05-09T19:15:00.001+02:00

Frail, frail world of hidden passions
beneath that pure, blue, lightened sky..
And me - surrounded by Thy beauty
in this sweet, warm yet empty day.
River's reaching for the sea and
I'm still walking all alone.
See me there - on the shoulder
of the mountain blurred in sin.
Mist is drowning in my hair
pushing me as hard as thin
stream of air not belonging
to that scary looking cave.
Just another day to spare -
longing for my dreams to be.

Kalin Toshkov Staikov, 2007 ©

Stormy Sonnet

2007-05-09T19:14:00.000+02:00

Storm came abrupt -
charging its way,
striking around,
messing the way..
Storm - it was pure,
sudden and bright!
Storm, simply storm -
water and light!
Storm I provoke -
twine me within,
cast me away,
do as I say!
Just be the power!
I'll be the way.

Kalin Toshkov Staikov, 2007 ©

Summer Night

2007-05-09T19:06:00.000+02:00

Sun is no more - take my hand.
Hold me close - the night will wait.
All that is - embraced by rain.
Let us hide there - be my friend.

Friends, and we are simply walking
as the world around us change.
Holy rain, please purify us!
Let our dreams now brake us free!

Love and water will combine soon -
longing passion, we'll be yours!
As the night falls in between us
and the rain that make us real.

Kalin Toshkov Staikov, 2007 ©