Wild scents
All I can give you
These are my words and my dream
Ever since I met you
Every happy day.
And don’t forget the words
What will I tell you.
In my imagination you are Iris
A wild scent runs through your veins.
He still invaded the intoxicating rose
Your golden hand delivers wild taste
Oh, how are you sailing into my shadows
You're going back, you follow me in the footsteps
And to experience an hundred
It's a little bit for my trough river
I want to be with you
Endless and eternal.
Since when you sail in my dream
I celebrate every day
A moment of happiness
And my wheel of destiny
It's moving uphill
When I'm not worried about anything, I don’t care
And if you ever leave my dream
Know, my shadow will die
And do not forget the words
While you are here, I celebrate every minute
Every hour and every rain
While the sun and the rain breathe together
They love writing in my heart
The feeling and smell of wild rose
The hand will remain in dream that she gives wild taste.

In the old house
In born vilage
One bird
Like an arrow.

And fly long, long
For some time now
Something slippery
From a distance
It's time for some time.

Below the window
In my room
Cry of dawn
One bird
And nightmares
There, under the window.

On a cold night
Dream closes my eyes
I don’t know where to go tonight
Stairway busts me
Lightning whisper
Into the valley.

Shadow walk
Below lightning and thunder
It's winter and it doesn’t blossom
This night of memory is full
My spirit is a bird of a bone.

Ref.
Below the window
In my room
Cry of dawn
One bird
And nightmares
There, under the window.

Oh, you're under the window
Without you, the dawn is bright
Oh, run away from my dawn
In the distance I watch
I want to dream
It's warm sea

Oh, run away from my window.

In this deaf night, behind our street, in the dark
The winter storm calls us in the forest park
The moon is a pale copy of your eyes, that's a mark
You enter my song like summer, that's the spark
I dream of dancing with angels, shining like a star
About how you sang and eat grapes, you play on my guitar
My words sparkle the sky, they print a scar
In my voice, there is an increasing number of char
I run wild like a wild jaguar
I just want to be your doer
Somewhere behind the sidewalk, in a small bar
With some spirit, my thoughts are spar
You enter my words tonight, the moon is following us there.

My song, this night, give me strength more
I'm looking at midnight sky, open your door
Guess me like the stars of the drops, hit the core
Bend from the head strange gore
I dream angels and winter ****
It enters my skin like a warm shore.

Highly somewhere in the universe flying my word, Flying in the storm is getting harder
This is a long title and first, second, third
Where are you tonight eagle, my holy bird.
The winds hit me in the back, everything is cold, my song she is mine in my blood, it's gold
This night, in the dark night, with the angels wearing something, reading my words secretly, it shows me some mold
Lightning rod, this is our sign old
Under the deep clouds, a distant thunder is heard, this night I am wonder
What is my lucky time and number.



My song, this night, give me the strenght more
I'm looking at midnight sky, open your door
Guess me like the stars of the drops, hit the core
Bend from the head strange gore
I dream angels and winter ****
It enters my skin like a warm shore.

In our dream, our eyes meet anew, the path of emotion makes a real breakthrough
Me and you are the only crew
Various paths are written on the wall, she waves, sends a smile and a call
I no longer feel the pain, as if I were a doll, the shadows dragged me out of the storm, the act of the protocol.
She still laughs with angels, the music box awakens the memory of illusion
Find me in a song of warm fusion, my words make evolution, maybe a good solution
Thunder creates a huge consusion.
This night, long night, the moon is dark
I dream of dancing with angels and shining like a star.

Come over
Come this night, be with me
Come on, it's our month, we love this night
Come on, let's dance some more, it's not too late,
Come, love me, because then I have the greatest power.

It is autumn and leaves are flying and the air smells
Fall me heavy Novembar’s rain’s
Lightning, lightning, I adore you, but please, play quiet this night,
Come on this night and you do not have to more.

No, she does not hear me, no, my soul wants to jump
I feel like I'm at the stake
Oh, where are my heavenly midnight words?
To hear me, to see her, no one crosses.

In vain effort my dear thunder
She will not come, winds break my wings
No, no, do you hear me rain home
I'm going to a deep dark night to not see any face, I'm on my own.

I need to be alone now
Alone, somewhere far away, just me and the day
At night, I'll whistle to bring her to my dream
What kind of fate hides my palm.

Moonlight dream
I'm waking up in pure midnight
November night and everything is white in the sky,
Deep imagination in my dark mind
The air is fresh as a storm with a moonlight.

I'm going to a wild land
I talk with wolf, he's a good friend
I wonder, is this a forest or a wonderland?
The tow, the tow, the old friend, this is not a dessert land.

My life, my night rosses, my flower
I sail into the depths of the night sea, I am bower
Say the page, the words are strange, it's my tower
Moonlight air, moon's beauty as summer sunflower.

Hey moon, can you hear me? Give me the beam
I am a dreamer, I am still in my dream
Our heaven is, the great stars, the thunder is agleam
Lightning, lightning, you are in my dream

I'm running, it's a forest wolf, we're heading to the top of the hill
It's a little windy, but it's not frost
And here's the owl host
My dark night, pale light, I'll stay here, still ...

Dark day, cold, golden leaves, autumn, morning dew,
The dreamer is lost in the day, he loses his route, the poet sings his imaginative spew,
The painter gets inspiration, will create something new,
The spirit of poetry is growing, flying in the clouds, rhymes are rising, they are floating, the wind carries flue,
The debt appears after dark and deep morning, it is no longer so scary ,
I admire nature, my imagination jumps, I love words, I dream, I sing, I love, I am a visionary
I love lightning, thunders are my denary
All this is inspiration, the soul of poem, literary
I remember the beauty, sweetness, the height and the width of the old dude
I sat like a boy on him, sang, dreamed, dreamed, old poets cite
I looked in the eagles mildly contrite..

I stand at the entrance of the church somewhat lost
I watch sacred icons, cross-view
Every character and eyes call you to accost
I remembered my early childhood and my croft
When everything was simple and soft
Parents younger, grandfather host
Who are we? Human beings, sons of God
Devil’s subject or a great human frost?
A look at the lost cross
Start, heated, close, defrost...

What is it that makes us so blind to see?
What in people are foreign to interfering in other lives?
I imagine the god sitting on a high and wide lea,
He sit and imagined, trying to see,
Where did he do wrong with man when he created the world?
Did he give his holy a word?
As if he had entered into some kind of venom,
What will happen to Armageddon?

Cold October morning, the wind is loud,
I wake up awfully, from my dream somehow crazy.
Dark skies and every cloud of color is bitterness.
The sun is behind the cloud, there it is, it is heated, it just can not be seen.
The smell of honey and morning coffee arouses me a little mood.
I turn on TV and play music, news make mi tired.
In one teaspoon of honey I felt all the beauty, tenderness, pride
Our dear God is given nature.
On TV was song ‘Beliver'. Too perfect for such a depressing morning.

Life is full of surprises, empty and filled, life,
He is like colorful music, but also as a sharp knife,
The shepherd keeps the sheep in the hill and plays the fife,
He admires the sun and dreams of his wife.

Life is a strong fight. Everyone has his own way,
Who will fit me in my way,
Today or tomorrow I will find a bay,
Life is just a quick game.

I know that I can and I can say, Yes, one day,
all of us, God puts on temptation,
But never to those for which we did not get up
. There is neither yeserday nor tomorrow,
There is only today, and today it is far from us,

We must make the first sway,
In life there is no replay,
We stand at the doorway,
and let's try to create our Happy day.


Life gives you destany,
do not forget who you are and your identity.
Some things are brevity,
We all born and die,
For that we know, that we are sure
they are not lies.

Life gives our eyes,
that we can make the difference between truth and lies.
It takes effort, something to devise,
Alone or with allies,
Sometimes you have to be with spies,
Act just and wisely, You will receive your prize,
And it's materieze.

Life is the sun that shines through the day,
the moon that flashes at night,
It will constantly intimidate you,
always afright, if you need a meteorite.



Be a knight,
a fighter and a tiger,
an insider, strong writer,
unique and mystic.

Life creates warriors,
There is always a heavy barrier,
You are sometimes a worrierr.

Everyone carries his own cross,
We all go once across,
We dream dreams of glass, how we emboss,
And we have wings like Albatross.

Life is full of obstacles,
a strange song, a long game,
Quick as a summer windy flame.
We have to have a aim,

Life created pain and faith,
and sweet fame,
But in the end,
everything is down to the same.

Who knows what a whispering wind is on a stormy road and a bevel. What is the inverse level? The bell door rings at the entrance, In your dream like an angry rebel.
The pain is the one that moves us into faith and live,If it does not break us, it strengthens us.
Pain, like a carousel, believe. Devil has a thousand faces, but only one aim. Do not be craven. Fear is just an illusion. Everything becomes an indication.
The heat of fusion creates evolution, find the right solution, What creates your passion, stimulates your spirit level, be your rebel.

THE STRANGER
I imagined sitting on the top of the building
Alone with my imagined shadow
The sun sets and brings together the memories of the dear
The bees have long since slept with a green fir
Bird flying south and whispering the lyrics light.

A stranger in the blood and mind, the soul is blurred and chaotic,
Stopper on a hellish road, desert rosy dark,
The dragon's sky shakes the forest, the predictions are accurate,
In the valley of birds, without human faces, happiness is great.

A cold whisper of wind like my lighthouse in the burning sea,
The moon is my star guide to the desert mountain,
The voice of an alien who expects hot dawn,
Crossroads are various as a tangled chain,
Once a stranger, forever a stranger.

Fears are ugly in the city
People are more and more sad,
Friends dishonest and fake
Drug addicts are intense
Clerics are materially stable
Politicians are legally corrupt.

I'm crazy or it's just my imaginary shadow
Which rocks the street in the style of an alien,
He's trying to meet a dream come true
I went from the cliff of the bottom
To win at the height of a star and a planet
To catch the Ikars spirit and myth, to be my shield
To take away the burden that creates a life chain,
I'll always be a stranger.

Rain Dream
The wind blow heavily in this strange land,
The glimpse into the sky is a kingdom grand,
Sun is hiding behind the clouds and flying sandy sand.
Dreamers dream of the wrong dreamd, they misunderstand.
The raven sends messengers into the dark wastland.

She come out a bed time,
Everywhere rain and clouds, we do not hear, use mime.
Sand in the my eyes, I can hardly see it, but
I know, I’m your man prime.
I love you, now and anywhere, anytime.

God, give me wings to fly over the storm,
And take her to my magical time,
Do not let something bad happen over time.

You are the most beautiful dessert flower,
I’m an ordinary anonimus and sometimes just bower.
From her look and winter it’s cower.
God, you have the greatest power,
Wherever I look I see a tower,
And that tower is she and shines like a sunflower.

To be or not to be, I do not know what I’m going to be,
I’m buzzing like a bee.
The wind is strong, where is the lee?
Dreams of my dreams as a very warm sea.
I will wonderland see, with her, I guess, are
Armagedon degree.

A hilly place, that’s my dream,
We are running up, we are a perfect sream,
The temperature is extreme,
Panoramic view is a gleam,
Strong sun send sunbeam,
For the song we are a great theme.

I’m waking up, I’m trying to stop the waking.
Outside the rain, in the window I hear knocking.
People on the street talking about something,
I get up out of bed, walk around the room,
The rain send me smile with mocking.

WRITER IN THE STORM
Scars on the soul, strange is the side, too much pain inside.
The wind carries the fall of the leaves to the other side.
How much does it price to get to Paradise?
God give some advice. Because of which vice I pay the price.

The street is long, black is the night, the old song is heard, I will start writing.
Time is wrong, nothing me affright.
The thought is like a gong, my shadow is bright.
I am writing in the storm, this is my battle,
The eagle sang that I was born, I have to stay hustle.
I like to see bees and  sworm, a dark fuddle.
The road is misinform, there is some light at the end of the tunnel.

Lightning creates my light in this deep and dark night.
A thunderous voice will soon be heard, I write, it's my choice.
I listen to the storm, I look wide, that's my thought on the other side.
Maybe I'll become a hero, or just a zero,
                                        Heavenly stars and night sky are my mirror.

In addition to the scar on my soul, I also carry an Orthodox cross.
I've crossed the road a long time ago.
I became my warrior, I broke the barrier.
I do not care about fame, I have my aim,
Knight of poetry is my other name, we are not all the same.

Everything is a bit strange on my way, I'm looking for some bay
I do not know exactly what, say: Something like a doorway in the game,
In the kingdom of peace, but somewhere far away.
Today or tomorrow I will make that sway.

While I write my words there is not a single border,
I am my own warrior and warder, I smoke the thought spark.
When I write, I enter completely, many words are dark,
My written words are my trademark.

It's a deep and inexplicable human destiny. He keeps running for you,
And increasing the intensity.
We have God's legacy, nature, this is something bestly,
You're a weird destiny, you create a diverse biography.