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.

You danced with me in the blessings,
And we didn’t part with the coming of  borders.
This is why we’re called friends,
While the first made us brothers.
Show me the streets that would answer my cravings.
And I will gladly dye all your threads.

In that forrest children chant
They chant for the trees to wake up.
To wake up and give them shelter,
For their snowy shelter is now gond.
And so it rains.

The children smile doubtless and laugh.
They so loud for tthere is no one to obey.
For obeying is the fate of the lifeless.
And so it rains.

And yet each of the children is so lone.
As loneliness is the freedom cost.
And so it rains.

So they all search for the forest now hidden in rain.
And so it rains.

She was there.
In between the staircases.
It was under them
The grey city and the stone dome.

So she was in a sweater
With a magic violin in her cute hands.
And she was in the underground
With some workers passing angry by.

With her left hand
Dancing among the sounding strings.
And her right one
Rotating fiddle-bow with a beautiful passion.

And I stood there
Following her her hand with restless eyes.
And so she played
Smiling with her eyes  pointed at me.

Yet I'm not the one
In that moment she could see.
Yet music's not the only
Who could make me forget to breathe.

Train is coming to the city of steal,
And you are aboard granting the dream.
As you enter the city of knowledge,
A science miracle on the lake's edge.

Two hours ago, you followed a river down stream,
Just then you saw a sky high  tower covered in steam .
The tower of Lesia, or so the folks call it,
The greatest library on Earth is within it.

The city's houses are created of steel,
Forever they move, afraid to stay still.
Universities are all over the place,
So that everyone can science embrace.

And mechanical creatures wonder it's streets,
It seems like they are alive, as you hear their heartbeats.
The folk in here works miracles every day,
Each district's so different in it's own way.

The streets are in fog but one thing is clear,
Now  there is no doubt that magic is real.
The city's walls With gears are covered ,
Cause all of the city is a steam powered
Huger then lake machine   .

Tyranny came around.
Chains appeared nearby.
We were afraid of life.
People enjoyed being fooled.

They've got the power.
This pain grew hard to stand.
We cried each alone.
People still cheered no mind.

Freedom is missing.
It's scary to speak up.
No tears left uncried.
someone opened their eyes.

Voices rising with little doubt.
Fools defend their illusions.
We come together slowly.
People are choosing sides.

They will be scared to death.
Chains will be breaking.
We shall rise our voices.
People will understand.

Watch them flee like never.
Hear the pain **** itself.
We will laugh singing.
People shall smile dancing.

Evening
Dark, lonely
Fires up, reminds, holds down
Again alone with loneliness
Summer

In that room with a hundred woolen cradles.
In that room with a thousand bright candles.
there were so many little ones sleeping tight.
there was Old Queen singing halfway through the night.

she was sitting on a carpet so magically good.
and then Little King came in barefoot.
10 years old voice of kids' leader joined the tune with his thoughts  and his breath and his heart.
and they began dancing slowly on that carpet with silent steps, both knowing acapella by hard.

suddenly he fell asleep in Queen's hands by himself lullabied.
and she'd let him go and so down to the carpet he'd slide.
and she left the room silent leaving children and Little King alone.
As the full moon was yet to be lullabied, Old Queen was gone.

Yes, you are ugly
containing a thousand thing
I refuse to understand
and continue to hate.

But for millions of grey
and faceless people
who constantly lie.
There is a silly beautiful few
So intresting and felling and dear.
Those, who will understand me and hear.

And for six month of starving
and nearly giving up my life.
There are free month of waiting
so sweet as I know what is next
And there are three months of living
When the luck is the law.

So I still love you, my dear world
And the only thing I ask you
Is to call the odds in my favor
So I could try living one more time.

Blizzard has come to the capital  city
One, that seemed calm for infinity
And so the city will fall
What a disaster to it has come.
But not all of the citizens are cursed
By wisdom and knowledge they are secured

The witch has made that blizzard come,
Luck knows, how she hates her home.
Right now on and on she is dancing,
As the snow storm keeps advancing .
He plays and plays this day all around:
Even the houses got taken off ground.

A ******* is riding to safety, yet horse ain't enough fast,
"How to survive?" He figured out at last.
He has transformed  his cloak to wings,
And higher high as a bird he swings.

The queen is trapped in tower soon crashing down,
And there's no way out, looks like she is done.
Just than she remembered a lake near tower-palace,
Now it is time to jump , her greatest fear time to face.
"Luck be a lady" she said houses' s spalls evading,
She as if flight's master succeeded in landing.

And so many people survived
But most of the folks have died.
Yet falt is their, were not enough smart
And also fading witches life apart.
So the poor woman  craved for revenge,
Theirs only falt, that she's rampage.

I used to be  so young and stupid, so naive and open.
Always getting lost, then seemed like  being found,
Rising skylike high, and crashing so much loud.
Yet now I know I'm an Another, so I am now unbroken

(...)

there are houses made of grey dust,
but painted with all the colors and the shades.
and old people know all of science,
and all of history of moon that never fades.

at last there are children of the sun
with complicated dreams and simple eyes.
and there are students of the wind
who won't stop staring at stars and cities in the skies.

sometimes i run in fields and gardens.
those are on moon but they, too,
came from Earth.
so here is nothing else i need .
but join won't join me, dear, come ye forth.

"so bow to her when she is full
and then take off with her light"
and so did i one starry evening
one darling full moon's night.

and so i took off into the void
and winds would escort me up.
high and higher than that i went.
there was no sealing me to stop.

then there i had my soft landing,
i found myself under a glasslike dome.
i've come to the biggest moon city,
to my new and never sleeping home...

Six
A college was collecting different  
Things to give to help an orphanage.
A bou who studied wanted to help.
He gave a book to four kids close to his age.
Seven
The four of them were locked up
Together in a little pitiful room.
They couldn't do much about it,
So they have got along soon.
Eight
So here they are together
Sitting with the book.
Aoi, Sky, Moony and Skull.
Who  would dare open treasured book.
Nine
Aoi was always almost sad.
Sky couldn't really walk.
Moony was a genius gone mad.
And Skull without a need won't talk.
Ten
They opened the book together.
Four strange and cute kids.
They have got in their imagination.
The four unknown origins' seeds.
Jack
And book was about
A genius Poet who was very ill.
And a cruel count. To have
Power was his only will
Queen
And so they've reading.
They saw through the night.
And when they were still reading,
They've got caught by sunlight.
King
And in the end the Poet
Got held captive for life.
No longer he could right,
Yet his ideas were  alive.
Ace
But one was never gone
His comrades thought hard.
And Sky started righting poetry:
The Poet found home in his heart.

The palace of dreams,
there is a garden full of streams.
Where you can hear songs 'bout liberty
And poets speak of infinity.
In deeper rooms you will find secret galleries
And hallways are filled with novels and diaries .
And there we all, artists, live, as it's our kingdom
We all, courageous dreamers, our works about freedom.
So come to us with not a single regret, overground.
Let your talent shine really bright, with us, mates, all around.

A strange ghost, he walks through springtime city streets.
A wild dancer, he listens to the music breathing between beats.
Unruly, he moves so wierd with headphones on and silent moving lips.
So funny, he spins and runs with a raincoat tied around his shaky hips.
He was a hurricane, he was emotion's fearless young manifest.
He is now calm, and to beat, his heart should do it's very best.
Now he is calm
Wondering through shiny houses and trees.
Now hurricane is calm.
And you can end it of with with all the ease.

They take their shots on film.
They dance  to the vinyl plates.
They write with old pens.
They keep it real through decades.

You know, someday, the lights go out for good.
They will know what to do.
But we depend on energy too much.
What's then we are to do.

Besides, they touch the music, smell the lights.
But we have only ones and zeros.
They keep real, we make it fake, so
I wonder who're the real weirdos.

Back home again,
Ain't safe again.
But I am alive somehow.
It's all cause of a wov.

My friend, you are my reason.
My friends, you are the goal.
To be alive and keep it up.
Until in your hug I don't fall.

My friends, you are my reason.
My friends, you the fuel.
For the sparks of my eyes.
To be apart is far too  crue.

No place, no thing could take
Me as high as I'd be beside you.
My friends, you are my life.
I'm noone without you.

Snow
Forget.Let the pain go.
Give up. Embrace the snow
Snow
It is gonna cover the whole city
And give it all of it's purity.
Ice is overtaking the river
Clouds are  painting sky silver.
Snow
Kids play snowballs all around
They're so happy, as if overground.
The air today is sweeter than grape
And ice on the  glass's got a curious shape.
This morning a wonderful coffee I drink
As I carelessly dream and of miracles think
Snow
Winter has come, sudden as thunder,
And did she hear us calling, I wonder.

When lonely roads, stay awake until  late,
I create many small poems, yet forgetting is their fate.

They are just ideas given some weird  form.
Born unwanted by a stranger storm.

Righting them down by me is in vain .
What kind of man would read words so insane.

Therefore I leave them on the road for wind take.
He will give to a better artist to inspire one and awake.

children, they believe.
they see the sun and feel it guide.
they see the moon and feel it guard.
children don't deceive.

teens, we know.
we know the limits that we ever break.
we all aludr to words untrue and fake.
forward we go.

don't ever tell me who is right.
we are both somewhat blind.
so neither  can truth find.
but join us in our young rite.