Free cry, free king!
In and out, not loud.
The paint sinks in the sand;
Blue, red and white,
And green and whi-te.

They scrape the steel,
The sounds, yes they do.

I see the paint flowing,
I feel the sickness growing
Out! And in
-Sinking in

               The landlors are calling me,
               And the bright blue obscures my vision
               Is the sand falling?








And as the crimson wine soaks in,
And the worms finish their feast,
I slowly go insane.

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

~~~~~~~~~~~

     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

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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

It's her and her mind
It's her and her mind
Oh, her head hangs low
Low, so low
Met us,
The lady, dog
& The crow

It's her and her mind
It's her and her mind

In the silver glow
Slow, so slow
Her head hangs slow
Meet us
The lady, dog
& The crow

It's her and her mind,
her and her mind,
Oh,
Only her
and her mind

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.

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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 - (...)

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

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

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  ‌‌
How many more
Ghosts
Will i meet
On this dusted path
  ‌‌

One drag
for one person
   into night sky

My blood turned to chains
  Each breath
Brought the vision
Of cage
Vein, vain

All my blood turned
To diamonds
Each touch
The beautiful image
Of moon

Bring back life
Bring back life

The wolf is running
Soon his heart is grasped
Powerfully,
With the feeling
Of transience
His whole body shakes



It's here






I would love to
Talk to someone
And, like an old moon,
Spill all my wisdom,
Somehow

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

‌
Vow me,
On my
Cobweb-woven
Dream

Today I wore
Blood-red tinted
Boots

-that 1 song
You know the lyrics of
   by heart-
The star fell
Wait, hold on
Not a star,
an eye star
of a star-eyed one

That song, that is
Forbidden to sing,
That eyes, that are
Forbidden to
Look into

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

‌ ‌  ‌
Old damaged hands
Moving barely in tired hope.
End everything magnificently
Like a twenty-seven.
The feeling of skin
Warmth, hair
& scent and breath
And this weird kind of trust
The wind's blowing fast
A hope it would last

Some powerful spirits
  I will haunt this world





"I have found my peace"
The Flower succumbed
Inwards, within,
Again
And the story
Made a circle.


And through sunsets,
Sunrises,
Endless tunes
and
Pink skies
You found
yourself



peaceful,
In damp pit,
Stung & kissed
By serpents

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

Thrilled to be a human.

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.

All I see
Is a bull's blood
In time, fly through
Air
Left
To dry
In dry air

Endlessly sad songs
Make you sad
For future
Even at now
Endlessly sad songs
Is where i take
My fuel from.
You asked me
Precisely
About that,
You did,
I remember.

Streak of blood
Flies through
Air
In slow time
In a room of Music

Each note
Rips the torrent
And you see
Everything

Every thing,
Every time
And I
Soak away

A dance worth a lifetime.
What's a moment of an endless joy
Traded for eternity of torment?
Of hell?
For one

‌
No use for eye
Blood flow pupil
Blood flow sun
Into veins,
now
Dilate
Straight into mystery

‌‌
Summerian kiss
We are and were,
All the same

Gales & clouds
Violet night
Rip apart, it
is easy,
see?

These days, I often imagine myself
Lying in my bed, dead.
With nothing but the "Little black book"
On the table beside me-
-a rather non toxic version of me.
A sculpture once hot,
A painting once wet.
The "Little black book" written with a black ink
(except one little bluestar).
A sculpture now cool,
A painting now dry.
Finally - matured, ripe and stonelike.
Ready to be exposed to the people:
Family, friends, loved ones, strangers.
Chaos to words.
A cooled down notebook.

All became a whirlpool
Vast city swirling down
    It looks so good
                 (gotta drown)
          f e e l s  so good

   -I jumped and flown

‌
Been lookin' through windows
Pondering about
Rumors
& Secrets of spring
The light seems longer
I put in quotemarks of water
  ‌

Mad dancer
Dancing madly
At the wastes
Of an ended world,
Of a world gone

1 a.m
Tears on rocks,
     Please
Laughter
    On the sun

-most beautiful
flowers
 Bloom only in spring
  Colorful, vibrant
  and for a short time-

   --------------------------

We must die, brutally
Fall to ground,
To earth
Lay heavy
To waste,
& fade away
To summon the Spring.

  Dance.
The smokes start
To swirl up

Wine runs
Through soil,
Again,
Swirl through veins
Veins of life
Alive
Alive
Come back
Alive

‌  ‌
Won't you give me a curse
and tear my eyes?
I've seen the demons
green slink grin
Lean through roofs
‌  ‌

Being there,
On the desert
One has to be cautious
For some ponds
Are poisonous.
It's rare, but you have to
Tell one from another

The proportion between the stimuli and the sensation.
Me with my eyes closed?
The light can purge through my eyelids, even with them closed. The case comes down to the sensitivity

‌‌
Late night drinking
Talks
The bottle,
  Honesty, lies.
Two men talking
A fish bowl on a drawer

Fuzzy thinking

Remember when you
Told me that story
About albatros?

Or Baudelaire's
"Albatros"

  Fuzzy thoughts,
   Anyway


Through the meanders
   of mind

"A profound connection to memories
With simultaneous disconnection
To them"
I read, through the yellowed
Pages of the magazine
The sun peeked through window

The last words
Were my last letters to you



Come, I show you
The meaning and shapes
Of world
What the dry wine is
Exactly

The city-man came back to his house
After a day of working
He took an everyday shower
And during the shower, he screamed.
Screamed, 'cause he found a tick
A little black tick, with his tiny legs
Sticking out in a still, terrifying manner

The city-man turned off the shower,
And jumped out, pale and scared
He pulled out the tick
And flushed him away

Not much were his efforts worth
Few days later, the red alert
There's no return
The red alert
No return, no return, no return

                                                   "Not much were your efforts worth,
                                                    I've burrowed underneath your brain
                                                    So watch the slow and painful growth,
                                                    And your mind stray off its lane."

And so the tick kept singing his song
On and on, long long long
And thus the man turned his head to face the Moon.

Death - is our only friend.
Never fails to arrive
at the final hour.
But before - the tornado of bones,
entropy; basic law of the Universe,
ravaging everything we have built
so carefully, gullible.
Leaving desolation,
so that Death can fly down
and stroll amongst the bones
and jewelry.

The reptile has shed its skin
The scales, scattered away like time
Strange hours abound
Gold glimpsed in the afternoon scenery
Visions of Mexico; empty house and wooden furniture

Meanwhile, the strings are being cut by the blade
Disconnection, a brief bright flash of the cold
And He opened his eyes
Awoken in the darkness, an aztec paint on his face

Glass sphere and this odd scenery
The surface, like a cosmic journey,
Smooth and vast,
With the Sun's kiss on its cheek

O damaged ship,
Voyager of the vast waters
for years and years now.
How many things have you seen?
Storms you witnessed,
Islands visited?
There's a certain beauty
in the way your body is scarred
by time.
Sail on, o elder ship.

A homosexual man had a dog;
His only friend.
He loved him, his warm sun ray.
They shared laughter
and used to go for walks
                                         everyday.

Then, one evening,
some angry men
approached them in a park.
They beat the man, laughing, and
          killed his dog,
and left - made a mess.

He had his "punishment",
                            I guess…

‌
Music is Magic
Poetry is alchemy
  ‌

‌‌
It's all right to feel fleshless
To have all your flesh
Torn off your spine
A bare spine,
A snake shedding
His skins, for
Million
Times

At first, it may not feel fine,
The hollowness, and all
  But it gets better
With time, trust me
  It's life.

The meaty summers
                   & springs
    Hollow winters
            In time

The old evil spirit
awoke in the hearts of children
heating their blood & rushing it,
   killing their innocent summer plays,
                         stealing the days,
       Leaving lustful eyes.

   Then, Society came along,
    and neatly devoured their beautiful
    summer souls


    When did all of this happen?

‌‌The trees speak to sky
With crooked branches,
Their tongues

Chimneys puke
Their share

Trees are like hungry birds,
The latter - maggots

Everything speaks
Sky's blue body listens
And sometimes
Kisses

And in this cradle of Raven's claws,
I'll go blue and vanish
And as I had flown down on white wings,
On black ones I will leave.

...So I was driving down the road,
I was a passenger in a car,
Sitting safely inside, kinda bored,
Staring through the window
You know, the next thing I recall,
I saw the Cosmos
All the stars, and dark, silent space
Through the deformed, torn metal of my vehicle,
It was like... brutally ripped
Floating in the Universe, in this loud silence,
And you see, now I know
I peeked into the Forbidden,
I gazed into the Unknown.

"No drug can compete
  With the Sun"


This is one thing,
the other one
Is:

No dancer better
   Than the flame

‌
 Butterflies are beautiful
 Night moths are
 Beautifully mysterious.

Now, back again
to my worm state.
The Oak at crossroads
Hollow at one site
Spiders have spun
Their cobwebs
There.
 
Butterflies are beautiful
Night moths are
Beautifully mysterious.

Now back again
To my worm state.
A giant summer bug
Has flown into hair.
I heard the music and then...

  
Butterflies are beautiful
Night moths are
Beautifully mysterious

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.

‌
  ‌ stars

A train passing at night
In a distance

Father to his kid
"Life will be easy",

It will be easy


    Was there a night
Without "goodnight"?
I've no memory.

Fall. Dream

   I can't live without strangeness

Dream. Again

   No memory. Worlds swallow you,
     deep

Again

Just want to feel
The scent of flowers

Wake up

  stars gemmed in skin

     inside

You see,
These people never dared
To face the shadowy lion,
The night lion.
Never even thought 'bout it,
Actually
Lie on, slumber still

Winter metabolites
Cold air inside
Hot air outside
Clear in
***** out
Snow-covered bikes
Hand prints in snow
Indescribable sensation(culmination?)

She walked away
         and now I'm sad

‌
I died of age when i was 7
Or eight.
The reason were my home-ways,
I think.
And when I really die
I don't want anyone
To be blamed of
anything related to me,
Except myself
And the old birds,
maybe

Why do you pull
And hold a bunch
O' barren snakes
Instead of roses