May's nightair
Cold and dreamlike
Come to me
Come to me

I've not forgotten
how your thousand
kisses feel like
Oh, I've not forgotten
        I've not.
-Your soft name
  means to me
             a lot

Uncountable things happening
covered by you,
swarming in the
heart of yours,
in the jungle
          of yours.

Tram's bell
like a damaged
barking of an old dog.
Not mad or angry though-
-A Natural Flow of Chaos.
Languidness has come again
and is filling the days.


"-Have you ever been to a Moon?
        -No, only stared at it.
         It is sufficient in this exotic
         place, this exotic planet.
         Seas, sandy shores
         starry violet sky,
         Come join us, dig deep into
         the soil of neurons. That'll
         do the job.
         You'll wake up on the beach,
         beside us dancing."


                     Each place and moment
                      has unique smell
                      to it.

          I watched a bird
          climb a tree,
          jumping swiftly
                  Sat on the balcoon,
          and stared at the moon.
                          Old paths

A neuronal mountain
As one digs deeper into it
More and more secrets unfold.
Insane forgotten mines,
tunnels arranged in geometrical
manner out of this world.
Darkness, gems and gold
glittering mysteriously
Abandoned railways and caverns
where echoes remain.

The dusk
Villains of the summer night
leave their places
and roam the streets of town.
Beautiful chaos and freedom
Dressed in leather,
Swirling Raven's feather,
Sweet black night

"-I can see a Cosmos in your pupils.
         -Yes, a neuronal Cosmos."

Macroverse | Microverse

The Secret.
Will death unveil it?

Time, Mind, Life
Family & Friends
Love, Anger, Hate, Days, Years
You, Me, They, Us, It
God, War
Childhood, Job, Death, Tears
Religion, Politics, Money
Wind, Leaves, Sun & Rain
Children, Joy, Moment, Eyes
------- ----- ---- --- --  -  -   -

Saw it burrow underneath
the Mtn.
The men of village
drank *** and danced in the woods
      they were returning
      as the dusk was creeping up

The shade and sunset's light
mixing and shifting
on the ***** of the Mtn.
     Felt it hide in the mines
         dark veins of gold
The men kept capering and laughing; unaware,
Always listening to the songs of forest and night,
the forgotten melodies and plays hidden from sight.


             I saw it dance, and leap madly, though.

Rain seems to be the final solver
of all the  b a d   t h i n g s
we weren't able to get rid of.
        We just have to stay at home
     and wait,
                       till it's over.