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

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

So, you think the tower of Babel
Is a thing of past?
Look around and see
The frenzied termites and their mounds of steel,
Hoping to reach the Sky.

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-

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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

I want to die here, on this pavement
Lying, watching the bluestar swirling,
Flying up, and down - endlessly
As the years pass by
Up, and down
Carried by the wind
Forever


No time involved,
It's still there
Calm and peaceful
Not thinking 'bout the past,
Nor about the future
Like a ghost I'm strolling there,
Out of time, smiling, talking.
Spring or winter -
-The bluestar doesn't care.


Red wine, cobblestone and cruising,
Heaven and clouds in the rain
Sparkles.
I want to visit you,
Place of no time,
I want to visit you a thousand more times!
And when the departure is about to come
I want to lie there, calmly
Drawing the smoke, and letting it out.
Watching the bluestar getting closer, getting farther
This day, I'm going to catch it
And fly high
As the spring and winter remain,
Calm and peaceful - forever.

Benzodiazepines corrode my gums,
Grey fills my veins.
From a dull journey
I'm coming back
to the House of Alive.

Thought it was a good idea,
Never been so wrong, my dear.
Benzodiazepines corrode my gums,
Days filled with scattered drums.

Benzodiazepines corrode my gums-
-Days filled with scattered drums.

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.

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.

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

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  ‌
A coin
Is like the Moon
A circle
Loses its value
In the night
***** hands
weighting
***** nails
A world
In a hand
  ‌

I am oozing
The crystals
& numbers
So that no one
Can pull me out
While I'm
Falling
Down
The time

Sitting with a mug and a pen
Looking for a shape of me,
For myself and you to see.
How can one drown in the depths of madness
and bring back fishes?
Jesus, can you help me?
How can one go down the rabbit hole
and bring back real items; souvenirs?
In this speck of time,
I strive to know.

The dog has been let
      off the leash


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The comet out of the
Meaty cave of Life
getting burnt in the atmosphere
and extinguished.
Faint cinder ends up
   in damp cold grave.



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Clouds have covered the moon again
It's going to be a long ride, again
     Another game is coming
  For us to play

  Who knows if
this time we're
going to pay

Every step we manage
to take       - doomed
Birds chirping at the
daybreak  - doomed
Smile &
      Flame  - doomed

   So,

How can we dance
When the birds are dead?

Bloom the carnivals
when the souls - unfed?


Pure white rabbit
in tar-thick dread
Lost his gold,
                 & bled

Every step we manage
to take       - doomed
Birds chirping at the
daybreak  - doomed
Smile &
      Flame  - doomed

   So,

How can we dance
When the birds are dead?

Bloom the carnivals
when the souls - unfed?


Pure white rabbit
in tar-thick dread
Lost his gold,
                 & bled

Thank you for your beauty.
       I will love you, but
    in some other lifetime

    Here and now
           I am
           completely broken
       & hopelessly sad
     lost in these
                                drops of time

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 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

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   I could own it
   But I will not
   No,
   certainly
   not yet
  
   To act like a statue
    from time
    to time.
   Only need to
   want it
   Play it bold
   Tread like a statue
   before the audience
   Play it bold
    Then leave.
     It's easy
     so easy,
     Take life easy
  
     Eye-sea
     Eye am

         ◯

Pin a feeling
Like an insect,
When it happens-
-"i'm very lonely,
And my eyes
are so different,
   unusual."

-Butterfly drew with
Wings as it set.
  You're lucky
If it spins,
   Maybe
'If it flies, it never dies.'

Now rip paintings off
the walls
Rip colors, off,
Throw candles, away,
Incense,
Foods, plants
Cloaks & blankets
Paint all white,
Spill waters to valleys
I guess
'You took mountains everywhere
You went to'
I guess
'You took them with you'
And maybe, i guess
It's pinned now
& you see

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

‌‌
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

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I like art that sacrifices a part of its
technical aspects in exchange for
crude expression
of raw, animal-like emotion
that break the bonds of the form. The
result may seem even ugly for some,
but in fact, it reaches entirely new
qualities.
‌  ‌

Decapitated sunflowers
-a sharp line, where summer ends

A thousand memories bursting in mind
Old paths
        A pine, wind, balcoon
        Water, bike and towel, (hot soft wind, shade)
   Wood's structure and a car ride in the morning

A grasshopper, august dim-cold(yet warm) day
Languid,
                                heavy,
               slow
A tattered blotter on my tongue
    Sweat, tree bark and cycling
         A pipe, movie & then sleep & bus travel
                      And we're back where we started

Lions of this far country,                    
of this desolated arid land,
exhibited unusual signs of ferocity-      
-you could see it in their eyes, the way they moved and how they behaved.

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

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

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

God of plains is not the same
As god of desert, or gods of jungle.
How is our god?

Stay quiet, don't stand out
Or you'll be punished by
Tall faceless angels

Rupture the shell.
The light's in there
Leaking out,
Pure, divine

Sirens moaning, Bach's adorning,
What a waste,
Will we ever be granted the help
                we deserve?
Rain falls calmly on the city,
           Fragile candles dying.
What a waste.
     What a waste it is! I quit,
                                      Farewell.

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

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

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

Just as suns
Grand and flaming glow,
Stay high
And in the evening,
  sink low

Then the night
Or some
unknown
Early dawn.
Smokey fingers
Or roots of trees
Play with thoughts

Smoky snake
Why'd you crawl
 Under our dancing feet.
They are Light.

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

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 empire you have built,
Yet you so fragile, so unstable and lost
Deserted,
Just need a hug
Your name, written with neons, up there
Yet you just - a human being
In a need

In the sad animal eye
   You'll find the most ephemeral        
     night lake
In the sad animal eye
   You'll see the most muted cry
                          & unspoken regret
In the sad animal eye
    You'll meet the brutal spear
           and feel its metal yourself
                   as it breaks your spine
In the sad animal eye
    You'll see you
    & your mother running
    & weeping
    You'll see the old sage
            in black robes
    & the threat of the sea,
    Vast, dark, and humming                  
    You'll see
             Red
             Pain
             Sadness
           The time
                horizon
        and the plundered dime
      And you'll be
      Scared to death,
      when you look long enough,
      when you gaze deep enough
   In the sad animal eye

Jump on the train
      leave the town
               run away

I have a fear that
one day I'll awake
with a psychic shell
around my mind;
a snake's creation-
-he crawled under my pillow
               during a drunken night.
                             I woke up with a beard.

I have a fear of
unconsciousness taking the wheel.
Time is a strange thing.
       See the Clock's metal wounds
   Watch the hours bleed out.
We won.
                                             Did we?


Time will tell.








O, Love that moves the sun in Heaven,
and all the stars, can you mend us?

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  the sea opens

& my crimson chamber
Became alive for a while
Brick walls became clay
And stretched their hands,
Multiple hands
Towards
You
Like You did
Desperately, Dazedly
In mirror pits
Towards me,
Towards us
& Fingers moved towards each
Other
in mirror halls

But can hands,
Can fingers
Seize the water?
Well, they tried
Like summer times
Weave shades
with scents
Ivory-hued



And to think i haven't tasted
A sweet rest
For over half a year

and now i drift sleep with
Heavy sighs
In place of breaths
& peace is
more than forgotten


Being immortal is a curse without a doubt.
‌
 & the sea closes

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

The Thief of Gems
wouldn't you come
  over
    here?
       Look straight
into the hollow eye of time
into the hollow eye of time
          over here
    it's over, it's over
    The Thief of Time
     over here, over

       Lie! Lucifer!
           Freeze.
       Lie in the ice

Thrown myself
onto the waves of
sea of sparks
(control no more)
floating and carresed
by the sea of
reptiles & amphibians' faces
I drown in

Cigarette's ember
  in night's sky
Like a primeval meteorite.
   So that's what
 the creatures of
the elder world
  saw?

Girls dancing
     Tears of night
       and wandering time
Merging
          Bodies seeping heat
        Swimming in heat
      Swirling in smoke
Eyes
  Luminous
Mesmerize
      Disconnect-

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

What does it even
mean
     to be dead?

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.