The Book of the Second Youth: Flowers in the Morning

By Waldemar Wnuk

I have sharpened my pen, and so I begin . . .
A climb to the peak of an iceberg.
His eyes still gleam . . .
His heart still pounds . . .
Bones corrode in red rust
Clairvoyance does not let the dreams live.


This is a collection of the authors poetry inspired by his lifes experiences and his quest to find lifes ultimate beauty and happiness.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
• Release date: Mar 30, 2017
• ISBN: 9781524679668

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THE BOOK OF THE

SECOND YOUTH

FLOWERS IN THE MORNING

WALDEMAR WNUK

(Poetry volume which I have lent to my heroine and the searcher of Beauty – Athenais).

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Published by AuthorHouse 03/25/2017

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02.01.2014.

I have sharpened my pen and so I begin…

A climb to the peak of an iceberg.

His eyes still gleam…

His heart still pounds…

Bones corrode in red rust.

Clairvoyance does not let the dreams live.

Kassandra born in a street sewer,

watches with bloody eyes of an alcoholic…

Flower and butterfly is the name of the girl.

Beauty, and wild, animalistic atavism tear her heart…

Wild howl rip my heart… of a beast dying in deserted wastelands.

Trails white as milk

shatter the sky with jet thunder.

The Word killed with dialectic of senses

dies, stretched on a cross.

The sun of my thoughts grows with purple.

Monstrosities with heads of wrights

walk in the wake of my shadow.

I think of the hour on which I shall not see him…

Of the hour of resurrection.

03.01.2014.

Rain hitting the eyes.

Inside the cellophane of hood, a folded brain,

torn by this divine miracle

being Opera.

Nectar from the sky poured into the heart,

heroic flame of lyric,

vibration from the Planet of Muse.

Phantom miracle… Gallant march

of the Victorious Sun of Art.

I was the Moon. I have become a beam.

I was the scourge. I have become suffering.

The tragedy of life carried with a wave of the falls of exultation.

Tears shed over life.

Meaning discovered inside an endless depth of poetry…

Inside the abyss of the harmony of beauty.

04.01.2014.

Red stream... light

kindles my heart beating to the rhythm of my dreamful mind.

There come moments possessed

by love of a smile of a rose,

which is an erotic desire of the

arches of your body…!

There is a chasm gaping…

As infernal flame…

There is the wandering of a wire walker…

There is his tragedy…

There is the mockery of his torment…

There is the torture of uncertainty…

The rest is the silence of a rock,

stone, animal staring into its own senses

with eyes full of life

shining like diamonds.

There is love.

There is life which is… an expression of love.

There is fulfilment, where the lights of eyes fall on each other.

There is mother’s smile…

There is embrace.

Only love is infinite.

05.01.2014.

I am here in my full measure.

I am a dream undreamed.

The divine stream of my animalistic

and yet divine consciousness flows.

There is no room for dignity in this Genius Chaos,

a monument of thoughts.

Monuments of marble

are already full of hominal pain.

Marble Venus cries as baby

with blood tears of a hurt virgin.

Artemis walking through the street

has eyes made of stone – white and empty.

Light is pouring from the heart,

to brighten no darkness.

Tears lost their sweetness. They scar as acid.

I am a dream undreamed.

In full measure, a Human-Android.

I have electric senses,

remote-control intellect.

All setting is within me.

All the people with dirty shoes.

My solitude is full of the eyes of strangers.

My love is full of

mockery and strange faces.

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Passion is the freedom of mind…

Wish is the dream of happiness.

Born in the Cave of Altamira,

it spreads its legs in an image of a frog.

Green monster with wet skin.

Crushed with a boot shod in indifference.

To catch the moment of inspiration.

Pure form, pure emotion.

Metaphysical admiration of beauty.

Light kindling accelerated beating of a heart.

Eyes freezing,

not to lose a single drop of aesthetic delight.

Time escaping in a trance of demonic intoxication,