Words echo in the chamber of skull,
             in the auditorium of mind
& from time to time
they resonate
through muscles & bones
through fingers
through steely nib

             and become dark drops of ink
              that fall
              on the surface

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

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?

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.

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We're here
We have something like
Sixty years
To know each other
                      and to spend time together
To share laughter
To hug and cuddle
To smile
To cry
To grow up together
To learn
To recieve sun rays on our skin
                                and to drink wine
To stroll the cobblestone
To smell, see, touch, hear,
             feel
To walk
To breathe
To ride a bike
To feel tired, hungry, cheerful
To talk
To observe leaves on some
windy autumn day
To connect.
And then one day
one of us will leave this place
Empty shell of body
Like robot machine
who ran out of power,
   and shut off.
Blank, grey & hollow
Once filled with soul
That cheered and laughed and loved
Now we won't meet
for eternity
I will never get you back, ever.
And then the other one
will die
And then the Earth will die
and all of these atoms
once filled with all these stories,
life, love, meaning, hopes, thoughts,
will stray the cold, empty,
silent endless void
For eternity
And to think that we were there together
in this place & time
That we laughed, together,
kissed
Cried and missed
Held hands
Walked & planned
Ate food and drank
Looked into each other's eyes


We won't see each other for eternity.

You ran into the night
And I know, I'll never
See you again

It was a summer night.
When I walked into the apartment
I noticed a few groups of people
scattered all throughout the house
after a little party, slightly buzzed,
talking in different rooms,
two on couch, two on the balcony.
Friction of vast unseen worlds.
The windows were opened
night and air of house became one.
Soft, warm wind blew
from time to time
moving the white thin curtains
Frogs and birds sang in their realm
in the thick song of night
roots and branches
of people's minds
touching each other
(like animals)
They all have their
beggining in stem, though.
Different colours mix,
sounds, elements, metals.

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

Riding thru the desert roads
Swimming thru the starry nights

Snow-white birds fly through
clear crisp blue sky.
White pure city in a distance,
on the other side
of dark blue cold river.
Thin sharp power lines of steel,
a plane

         Lying in a hole,
         wet clods of dirt
         and dense mud
         with metal junk(?),
         feces(?)
         Sensation of heaviness.

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

Who is the best sculptor, you might ask?
It is the one who respects the stone.
Scultping a strong arm is his sole task,
So the rock can form itself alone.

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.