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With a soul
         in a hole
All seem to
Adore my breath
A hand stranded
Soul
       in a hole
Adore the little bird
In the palm of hand

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I am at the bare limits
Of everything
Arriving home
Or losing it all

I have to bite
My own tongue again
To silence
Anyway

(an apology won't prevent
Hands from stretching
these sapphires in time)

It's "spilled" in past
But spill in both present
And future,
Hence they're the same
Only bridged by "will"

Fruitfuled
Only mirages
Spilling the words
From holed bag,
Grasp, cripply
only mirages

I knew these were
Nothing but mirages
As they unfurled beneath
Night sky

     ~grasp~

Put a mirror
Beside bed
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A chill spot in summertime
Sweet'n blessed
I had a slightly long hair
back then
Some wind was blowing calmly
Shopping for a tent
to spend the Summer nicely
Time, time, time
This special moment,
when Summer is chill,
wind blows,
mind stands still

Heat,
Is what I crave
Smoke, smooth lights
Don't let the cold
Fill your hands, my love

A single kick of this ancient animal could
crush the lion's skull.

Smoke in my Forest,
Swirling all around
the branches of trees,
On the timeless day.

Lack of it, causes
stagnation of my
playful animals.
Too much - kills my birds,
making them unable
to fly and to see.

                              
                            ­  The trees' dim branches,
                              twisted and leafless,
                              In the land out of
                              this world, where fairies took
                              a place of the birds,
                              and where the fog floats.

Am I a painter?
-No.
Am I a sculptor?
-Yes, but not primarly.
        A writer?
-Whether I want it or not - yes. But words are only a tool.
I think of myself as an electrician. Some mad scientist electrocuting others, experimenting, playing with reactions, creating or recreating. You can call me a time travelling machine guy too, these roles are connected though. A sower, yes.
I'm a vomiter as well; a cold sweating frog.
An anchor throwing man.

A desire to see again
     in the macro scale,
     to bring back
the shape of world.
All of the bricks have scattered.

Buried with a sword,
axe, and spear
On a far island
of Scotland

Darkness is easy to craft,
However, what's also easy
is to get stuck
with your creation

End the suffering
of our potato-head hero
Button eyes & witless smile
Earthworm's dim mind                  
                                          ­­        

Your multitude
is my one
Unique cloud      
Which I adore                                
   I get obsessed                
   with an idea of
    a single dime    
And when it's over
I drop, and fall down                      
                                      ­­                          

I miss these days.
Would play the game again
with the straying dog
off the leash.                                      
The clouds pass the moon              
Through may's nightair.

The meat and flesh
crystallize on the frame
of bones, in a womb

Hardened by the Time.

Some people have a role
of flowers.
Their only strength,
                       power,
                         form.
And while the gardener
looks over his garden,
the bees continue
their pathetic,
high pitched buzzing dance.
Do you know what
I'm talking about?

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Lay you softly
Down onto
Collage of crystalline dreams
Finally, alike youth
Bird

Old man's eyelid shuts
in kaleidoscope
As he looks at
a burning match

Each triangle
Casts
Endless seas
Their shapes
Soar
Into skin
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        Movies don't convey to real life.
     Romanticism isn't alive. In fact,
     it wasn't even alive in the past.
     It only remains inside heads of
     the sickened ones.
     Witful and vibrant conversations
     don't happen over the course of
     our dull, primitive days.
     Those who understand it
     are bless'd
     Lustful stares, funny accidents
     and bold events
     -Never manifest.
     Those who gullibly await'em
     Tired eyes, fake smiles
     End up stomped
     Gnashed, mangled
     By some
     h a m m e r
     Hitting hard
     Hitting bad
     Hitting fast.
     Ha ha
     Bang-bang
     Bye bye

     Movies destroy'd
   My mind and behaviour

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we are nothing but
meaty worms
with our ******* dim minds
restricted like
earth dwelling worms
crawling 'neath the surface
dim minds, fragile soft bodies
   just accept that fact

As I was having an evening walk
Through my neighborhood
I suddenly saw a figure of a giant man,
Like seven feet tall, running quickly

I see these strange, gargantuan
humanoid like creatures
from time to time
Pale and bald,
Moving impossibly fast
compared to their height

Oh, please, help me

Free me from them
Help me

If I had a gun
Would I
still run?
Or would I sit calm
And have a brief
honest conversation
between the skull
and the metal
of the bullet?
The most simple,
brief, and honest
of all?

The world has ended.
Few survivors gathered
round the fire in their camp
before the night has come,
and flooded the earth with her presence

Then, one man, without any hurry,
breathed the evening air filled
with cicadas sounds, and stood up.
He sat on the boulder beside the cracking wood and weeds,
and started to declaim poems,
and no one interrputed,
everyone listened

So what you
Gonna say?
All's gonna
Stay here, tonight,
Under ivy
Full of eyes
Underground summer Ivy
Ivy, I we?

Blue sky
Full of bright lines
I'm gonna stay here
For a while
White daisies in the summer sun
I would trade this world for fun
For a joy
Just to see it in your eyes
So tell me where
Your truth really lies

0748-P
Let me be.
I'm a ****
Some say,
As we write in tears,
We search for Grail
So,
Dive deep
Don't weep
- Smoke ****
With Gary, the Snail.

I'm gonna miss the sunset
Sometimes I dream that
I can fly
There is a universe
white, sharp star floating near by
in the darkness
The Moon is shinning
The day is dying

The battering ram
Smashed incredibly hard
Against the metal shell around me
-My fortress
               My heart started to beat faster.
          "It's time to go."
                       -sword fell down
                         and killed it.

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i suppose, Karma is based
on empathy.

"𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘴,
𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘴"

It came to me after
Surprisingly long time.
After other things come up
To your mind
The way above,
In a shocking way
Passes the test

Really, charming moors
( put it out, please ڪ )



And have you known -
By the way
That karma,
In my mother-tongue
Means dog food?

& i don't care
Best ones are flung
With no hesitation
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R., stay away
Watch OUT
The Big Blue, red

A Cobra's venom
got inside the veins,
and killed.
That venom is also called
"The Fire".
One should not be afraid of it.

A man walks down the street and notices a coin;
He picks it up and looks closely.
After a brief investigation he sighs, and throws it away.
He's found no value,
*******

                                 Please, decorate the interior of your heart,
                                 Tattoo the words, quotes and sentences,
                                 Engrave the walls of your skull.

                  You are all killing me
                  with your smiles
                  Cold needles, dead icicles in my heart.
                  Birds wallowing in mud.

Dogs meeting each other for a first time,
Stiff bodies, sniffing, looking
-building distance.
Stiff body
"I don't like him" - thinks one dog.

                  Penny with no value,
                  **** him, let him rot

                                 You don't realise at how deep water
                                 you are looking at
                                 and refuse to probe it.

Leaves on the wind, soil,
Hyacinths growing(think about their smell),
Cold receding, come, spring.
Oh, I used to be there.

The heart of the city-
-a beast, a giant organism
with dark engines revving
and endless labirynths of
arteries filled with lights
& heated rapid metal blood


The heart of the small town-
-a snail's one
or field mouse's one
or hare's silent vein
at best

The dusk's sky  -  We've burnt it to ashes
The dawn's sky  -  I've scattered it's crystal like glass

The clench of fist.
Veins, tendons, bones.
Alive.

Went to an old abandoned house,
Chilly, wooden, dark & vacant
    I stoked up the fire

  the heat went up.

We're all ryders
    on our own,
   of our own kind.

The kiss, the hiss!
Hold his doubled tongue
Grab him by his scales
His devilish cold skin

The Snake's pupils widen
It's night time, and he's caught his prey.
Drops of sweat on your skin
The Great Thrill
Naked in the hot summer night,
In a tropical forest
                          - lost.
Crawling through the bushes;
A warm, vulnerable stomach against wet moss and sticks
No idea where we going
Lead by some wild scents

Time drills and channels
          the canyons
          in the flesh of brain.

The tree cries
Resin tears
   Xylem vascular tissues
Twisted like guts

Remember these moments,
Lying alone in your bed,
Long nights,
Soaked in tears
Throat'n guts clenched?

The tree hopes
and suffers,
Desperately desires
its fruit to be seen,
   taken, & then eaten

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How do you want
To remember
About these birds?
How do you?

All their souls
Trembled a bit
At sight of reflections
On the Great sea

And my heart
Shook
At sound of her voice

An accident happened
A person got hit by a car
A priest leaped out of nowhere
Salvating the soul of the dying man

How can we dance
when the birds
are dead?
Cut the tumor
out of my mind
(not my soul
-it is pure,
            beautiful.)

I woke up too late,
my train has left.
         That's how
             I feel.
2000 years old train
Destination: City of the Sane.
I will catch it,
however, I'll leave
before the final station
Is reached.

I don't mind
roaming the woods for ever,
walking the meadows
and climbing the hills.

     I refuse.

From time to time,
I hear your voice through a wall.
****, girl,
                I love you.
You have something special,
I value you.

I am emanating slime
So that no one
Can pull me out
While I'm falling
Down
The abyss

There was a time
       Where i had Time


The sky is free
The sea is free
To be
   & eyes are made
  For views like these


I know everything
I know too much
I know nothing
At all
I am also very tired,
Of writing in "I",
And are you?

_


She's the Queen
Of the Western Shore,
intriguing monster
Among scented words

Send one home
Way back home
Away,
       back,
                  Home.



The Sea whispered
To me in my dream,
In white words,
That it plans to
Swallow me

So i allow myself
To be
dressed
by women,
For a journey,
That's never meant
To reach
the end,
the end

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Ground rat meat mixed with its ****
Bird bone pudding with bird bones and feather shafts
Blood-jelly bowl
and orange chunks in it
All that eaten in front of crimson
spring sunset sky full of light.
Pea green gray pasta with eyeballs(cut them,
oozes out)
Blake's feces with candles(wax) in rosemary water
Scorched meat, fried fingernails and finger spring rolls
with mashed strawberries
And golden chain necklace & jewelry
In slime & smoke in the final
of these gruesome dishes - (...)

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.

It is grown, but the Umb is silent

And I'll be there, under night France sky
  tired suns will bleed, and dark red
purple wine will bleed
   tired suns that once shun
Each blink
      - like movie frames

You have yours and I have mine

In that limbo fluid sphere
Don't know where You'll catch me

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     Go alone
     To circuses
     & in Heaven
     everything is fine


In the end you
're nothing but on
your own, & by yourself

& nothing but a collage
of past experiences
in motion

Think i'd rather be cold
Than suffer
in a post-poned fashion

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It should be banned to die in spring

The sunsets are much more
Lonely without You
the sunsets are much more
lonely without

Look at World with
Eyes like predators
But sometimes even tigers
Must be fallen asleep
To pretend away the nightmares
That clearly seem to be happening

to think that all the flowers had to die
for one rose to bloom

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It's the street where i lost my soul
Right here, on the mirror stroll
I dropped it
   And with it my entire world
It dropped & it shattered
to pieces

So now i'm on a rampage
  Of forgotten and fading
All turned into slithery liquids
In swirl night haze
(Craze)

Now sunsets go kind of
with no sense
Sphere goes
   follows
Directions with no meaning
Like it doesn't know
What to do
(It doesn't)
What's even worse,
     It's fine with it that
                     way.


    ~ my Sadness
      - ain't a cheap gem
           ain't for sale
        With bruised gale
          My damaged lungs
          Keep gettin' beaten
                       Down
                            Ah ~

I heard i liked eyes
Now they all - closed
Worn out and hollow
Wait 'till final blow
With couple of these
Precious songs
  left by




But mirrors, by their nature
Tend to work in reverse ways
So it turns out
That in fact
i might have
     gained
my Soul

My heroes encourage me
To smoke cigarettes
And get wasted
Beyond recognition.
What have i chosen?
They even sing odes
Full of melody
About these things
And I often
Find myself not having
The choice
Not to join
With my voice
And dance
Along



The flowers etched
Deep into my brain

A short term quick evolution.
Span of 70 years.
I'm a paleontologist,
Archaeologist, and a
Wildlife observer.
Traces appear so obvious to me
Shifting of characters each day,
Growing claws, fangs and shells
Blooming flowers, colours.
The beaks must be useful.
Searching for balance and a safe spot.
Wildlife environment,
Behaviours of herd
Eyes in bushes.
Observation.

To know the dark sides of
Each one of us.
We would get along, together,
pretty well, everyone. You know?

Rain increases
like nightjars' growing
              thirstful
            clamor
She wept
   -the rain is over

Thrilled to be a human.