And when sky will burn by fire of purple
and the earth will tremble under my feet
I won't tell anything I will fly high driven on
the angel winds or I will fall straight to the
dark abyss
I won't tell
Image like fast spliced line
Covered by the rough knots just like the bark
covered
by the brown knags.
In the middle of the dead world left ship stands
With droped sails without the crew.
In the middl
The role of Jack-o-lanterns is to be a bridge
a bridge to a desert
a hope in empty words is like the sand,
the sand that burns my soul
with a glow of desires
Who was I?
Who Am I?
Who'll I be?
Shoul
Wooden grief
lost in silence
dream of life
cold as shudder
Every day from birth
only way I walk.
loosing my own breath
fool with ticking clock
Bitter sorrow
made by moonlight
the guest sna
What did you give
Give to the man
Mind that can only fell'n'suffer
Heart made with
With daub smiles
Meaningless words
And bottomless torment.
What did you give to the man
when he with bowed head
W
One day I saw a fear
in the eyes of the clown
dancing in the middle of my dream
selling prescribed grief
the short cut of knife
that forbade to breathe
the caravans of life
The marriage of nothingne
The rows of the even planted old trees
standing like the aged monuments of tradition
passed on of the eternal rule of light
immortal stigma and the chains for brain
The fall is painting the trees in th
Hear
what I brought
with my fear
Hear
What I thought
scars I feel
Born in the crowd
of the rusty pleasures of your kind
burn like a shout
that'll never rise from your heart
Fall
Never cry alone
Let it be for you a great and high mystery in the
light of nature that a thing can completely lose
its form and shape, only to arise subsequently out
of nothing whose potency and virtue is far nobler
t
There is a lime and there is space....As soon as
you are
born you are caught in between. Then, you may
spend
your life either waiting for your time or wasting
your
I have never wasted my time. Maybe
Silence has fallen,
and my burnt-out inner self
has been plunged into
complete darkness.
and not so long ago,
the spark of my stray humanity
used to glow with
thousands of irrational colours.
Now..
Road made of crosses
Way to the eternity
Symbol of the death
So ironic
But adored by the living ones
Crying their tears
Prying over
Over the cold stone.
Here is the darkness
Just the panic of the
Please me or bless me
I'm full of your lack
depress me and press me
to give me your slack
weed of your decease
anger of your bliss
Crown all your world
cell you gave me to live
wiil be my jail
That's the game of chess
your life against the death
and you're a looser
just loosing your last breath
the clock's tick tock
seems to be dead men's talk
and you're a looser
juast loosing your last b
Violet fields, blooming at the nameless crime in
the light of the empty screens
pulsating ray short shutters of hatred ritual
dance of shadow gestures
Lodge of scoffers, tangled hands
humiliation, bloom
