Dmytro from Trotskiev

Dmytro from Trotskiev May 2017

of freedom and equality
don't you dare to talk
as that's the rules and  beliefs
a crime against folk.

and in this world  obey
for that is your purpose.
stay silent and calm
at least on the surface.

or come ya with me tonight
forbidden breath we'll embrace
let's fight all the rules together
and all the borders let's  erase .

come find find me and my friends
we're hiding in the old wood.
from there embrace revolution
and it would be as no walls ever stood

Dmytro from Trotskiev May 2017

insecurity

don't wanna dream of friendship
for such w thing won't happen to me.
don't wanna hear 'bout a place safe
for light is always comes with darkness.

just gonna think of revolution
one it's going to happen no in vain.
just gonna sing of freedom,
and that she'll come my way one day.

but i won't let the despair take me.
i'm used to it way to much, calm down.
but i won't have this summer burn me.
i'll live from rain till rain to rain, embracing.

Dmytro from Trotskiev May 2017

The knowledge

When a night comes around.
You come understand, that
A well known enemy is better
Then a comrade unknown
And so you stay at home
Afraid to seek a place where you'd belong.

Dmytro from Trotskiev May 2017

have your revenge

in a city so cruel and lifeless,
that all true hearts try to stop,
there are so many restless ghosts,
and this story's 'bout one of those.

and that ghost wearing always grey,
he'd come around and save bullied kids,
would help them run away from their threat,
"don't thank, just have your revenge" he'd say.

so many kids he saved, but were puzzled,
and then they came together all to search,
they did for long when finally found a boy,
oh man, he almost never smiled, always sad.

and only then understood what meant that words.
and so they did, they had their revenge:
they saved him, took away and made him wanna live.
and thus, they granted him with freedom he needed.

Dmytro from Trotskiev May 2017

the poppy day(message)

tomorrow the world selebrates. so does the country of mine and the neighboring ones, but there's something they've got all so wrong.
they celebrate the victory, the soldiers,
the violence against an enemy.
but should not. remember deaths, so countless and needless. remember peace, that was for so long. remember civil people, so many of them died then.
and then selebrate the life, she manage to break through all that sorrow.
and when you put the poppy on, don't hail the warriors, respect the peace.
and when you put the poppy on.don't let the violence go on, keep up your guard.
when the darkness comes, just don't let it happen once again, but light the candles of peace everywhere and keep guarding the life with all you've got.

Dmytro from Trotskiev May 2017

One

They were two one night stands,
And then two one day friends.

That was their game.
But they are not the ones to blame.
The were to scared of pain.

Cause whenever there's a "two".
No doubt in pain. The only question's "who?"

And thus, they searched for any answers.
They warned their targets they were strangers.
And with a dawn or dusk they'd leave avoiding daggers.

That happened on and on until they one day met.
"They are the same" all people said.

The two were very weird.Each time they both would change.
So every day and night would the one and only. Their love was strange.

Dmytro from Trotskiev May 2017

stillness

It's way to calm, just look around.
it's all gone still, no rhythm found.

but you could say: "all flora came to life"
but something so **** still just can't contain life.

and cities-towns, they've gone constant.
so now all that can ever change's so distant.

Nor it would rain or snow all of a sudden.
so killer-sun is now my deathlike burden.

and the grey people, it's their now turn act.
so i'll only survive by running. that's a fact.

and so i'm tired of being strong,
thus voices offer me free fall.
but i shall not, for none is there to catch, or fly beside, or back to call.