Across the street
I go with you
through city of my dream

Sun's beaming shine
I drank some wine
And lose the sense of mind

But I have no fear with you
And I see no one but you
And I can see the love that comes from you

He left a note:
I've had a stroke
when doctors came
I passed away

I've tried enough
not come off ground
by my chest burst
and put me out.

You're scared, I guess.
I'm sorry, hon.
But I can live with you
no more.

Our life is moving
ahead and ahead
one circle replacing
the other, and steps

of doomed weary time
we hear clear its cry
and present will be
a past in a while

and strangers will be
the lovers sometimes
and angels will be
our daughters and sons

and maybe right now
the circle is done
and somebody dies
and somebody comes...

J'aime bien la nuit
et quand nous dormons
avec plaisir
apres l'amour
et quand nous sommes
heureuse et puis
un haut en ciel
la lune sourires
pour nous

One baby in two arms
of three years olds and four
degree the water and plus five
the air and six minutes there
and seven safeguards
sorry, eight
and nine o'clock, not yet
and ten black children
watching
the end

feel young
and full of glory and sun
feel young
and in the sky
feel young
and bright and shine
feel young
and free and twenty one

I feel the time
that never pass
this very moment's endlessness
And not afraid I'll lose it once
I hold it with my trustfulness.

Let your kiss fly...
and touch the windows of singles
with its smack sound and tingle
someone's dead feelings once
more... and let it
shape on cheeks
of two chosen luckys
little hearts and lips
so when they meet
each other by chance
they will probably kiss...

He had a funny beardish face
when child told lies
it turned to grey

so, children
You must be aware
don't lie to him,
he's beast of prey

but story goes
when child poked nose
his face turned red
hilarious

so, children, listen,
don't poke nose
or you'll be redden
to your toes

but story goes
the end is close...

when child called names
his face turned gloom
and started he
producing boom

so, children,look
the end is soon
restrain yourselves
or you'll be doomed

don't open the door
it leads nowhere
you'll end in a hole
with nobody there

you will be suprised
by void everywhere
you'll substitude god
and stay though a slave

don't open the door
there life is a death
there you is a bait
of sole nothingness.

and you'll never back
and you'll realise
our world never were
some more than a lie.

A man can earn money
but can't feel a thing
The other can feel
but make though no money

A man can be smart
but nothing achieved
the other is blunt
but everything gripped

A man you're in love
can be not the best
but you are in love
nevertheless.

She took a broom
and wiped the dust
but it just settled
in the past,
where everything
is in the dust.

She took a mop
and washed the floor
but it just watered
present's thought
that she is ruined
in her sobs.

She took a gun
and aim the sun
because of gloom
or for the fun
or with the hope
that future'll come.

drink not much
and can forgive
use your brain
or heart at least

be supportive
brave and mild
read some books
and never mind

if a nobody
like me
start to teach you
how to be

brave and mild
supportive, reader
not a drunkard
and forgiver.

Just put up some light
in this darkened room
where silence keep questions...

It looks through the window
it's chilly and bleak
but it seeks affection.

It tries to break through
or glance in a *****
but this darkened room
keeps questions within

just put up some light
"no need, I like dark"
just put up some light
there's answer outside...

Always **lonely lunatics
random inhabitants, godless humans, tempted...
Love exists to sting
to ruin you
a gorgeous addiction, ill-fated nectar
Maybe it sounds strange
You ought to use
such opportunity...

Write a poem
with a title,
invent a body
and see guidelines

add some notes
and use italic
or in bold
and save as public

When nobody cares what's going inside
your heart in moments you need to feel care
when you are supposed to be satisfied
at least when somebody notice you're there...

and you want to scream and let go the fear
but something has hanged in you on a string
and you want to feel the hug, and comfort
yourself with the same bizarre haunting thought

that you lead a life, full sunshine and light
that cannot be led by someone who's blind

you comfort yourself that you hear the birds
and voices, and music a deaf person don't

you comfort yourself you can easily achieve
the peak of a hill of which ******* dream

you comfort yourself that you feel the life
with all its misfortunes and cravings and trials
and when you're sitting at sunset on shore
you know the path of the sun's chosen your
unapparent figure as aim of its tour

and feeling of life can pierce to the bone
when you tries to fancy where're people who've gone...

because we share,
because we care,
because we feel
or in despair

because we know
(perhaps) the truth
because we notice
because we prove

because we can
create a tune
with chain of words
and special tone.

Because routine
we do aren't worth
the single string
of our rhymed thoughts.

Just, you
are what
you are.
O, God

don't shut
or feign
or shum

just be
not seem
to be
someone