For what its worth
We have travelled much
Out of school for several times
Starving for the journey and the ride

Bringing out the best we are
Heading out at midnight
Driving Hundred-Fifty mountain ride

We are living
We are living
Are we not the best that could've been

Dear Wisdom
I'd love to think
But my thinking cap has broken twice this rhyme

I'm conquering
But losing each
Drop of childish blood that we once had

See we are breaking bad
See we are buying heads
See its Hundred-Fifty down the sea

The juniper night
On the spring I was young
I spent all my brain for the reel

Not rockign the boat and
Not sailing abroad
Am I lucky, a fool or a bee?

Oh my buttercup friend,
I am girding for rest
So get on we are leaving the rest
So get on we are heading even more ******* West

And the sign of the wine
That allures me to dine
On the bones of the wasted time

Dont go lookign for fame and glory
You are doing great as you are
Dont go searching for fame and glory
Glory is another name for Love

Gerbera daisy awaits
Her feet tip the bottom of glass.
Transvaal daisy,
With legs oh so lazy,
Hurting her beautiful ***

Imagine the world inverted,
The colours that alter the shades.
See, up above, the transparent blue of the brilliant today
Change into orangish haze.

Make up your mind to paint
The brick into scarlet and black.
See how cerulean lifts from the waters
To seize the pure gold of the sand.

Natalie
What you have done to me

intrepid dive into a universe of flowers
a tiny plunge in waters. i
can't hear thy name
a torrent swells the echo from your mouth,
reflecting from the roses. why
are not thy thorns yet safe?

Знаешь, будто бы обуглена
Отпечаток солнца на оттенке ее рук
И изящной пары ног, что короткими шагами
Носит Солнце по земле

Прорезь
Между облаком и небом
Душа усеянная светом
Звезд, что на ее лице
Оставили сияние.

Она блестит всегда.
Хоть улыбается, хоть нет.
Янтарная звезда.

И Слово, и молчание
И спокойствие, и счастье
И улыбка, и гримаса боли
И скала, и море
И цветок, и солнце
И секунда и семь лет

Я пою твой свет.

Incinerating freedom
On deliberate letgo
Sheer Luck my wheels are jiggling
Smoothly towards home
Could be once again
A mistake under moon lake, under dome
Under thousand fairies, million blisters
Weighing down the starry wall

Fools, hey!
Look at the kid.
A cliche, you'd say:
A mournful glance,
Cerulean eyes, sarcastic wits,
A show-off. His stance
Is vivid with scratch on the knee.
A messy mop of the blonde
Straw on the head.
And yet
He's cleaner than us
Would ever be set.
With hands
As cold as the moon
And hotter than we'd ever melt.

A kite
Snapped.
Cap on that head,
As if fury - is red.
When a kite
Snapped,
Cerulean dropped
From underneath the hat
Cerulean probably wet.

(Sad
Be not
Every rope shallow be freed
By cutting the knot)

Faso, make me ******* mad!
So that, when waters in mon mind are blank,
The dismal merging with the divine in my head
Would not crawl up to sleep on pristine river bank.

So that my memory would not recall
Reminiscence by seaside on an august night
I may be true to poem, but I keep the word
Not whispered once into the ears of your holy kind.

You're but a girl, you're but a sea.
And friendship's what I want to keep.
But heart is blurting out words I long to drop
For you to reap.

The outro on "roses"
Is for us to stay as one
Hell, no matter what
Until the night when moon replaces sun

I'll read this poem once
All our hectic runs
Are done and our cuts
(Both studio and ones
Left by a tone smoke in lungs)
Are history to us.

I'll read this poem once we're history to us.

"I" s and "Why"s. Part 2

What if butterflies we are
Keen to love for day or two?
What if shared boats mark
What is old but dwells anew?

What if buttercream we are;
Smoothly beaten creamy milk;
Hermitage for sugar are,
What is sweet and kind, but serene.

Do we fear the phony oaths
Crafting lines at home?
Do we run or do we float?
Are we one or sheer alone?

that is
my anthem for the start
  my sophomore progression
   into realms of ever-dusk
    into time of never-ever
where blue
describes my tranquil beauty
  sea-like mirror to your thoughts
   waves a-rolling into soothing
    rush of candy words

Silence kept shall be
Forever more.
Feelings not be seed
With mundane and the soar.

Good-mornings, have-nice-days
Will wash into the sink
Of which, I always say,
Reservoir drinks ink.

She
Derives
From a blossoming fruit
From a tree not fertile

He
Rots
In the collar tie troops
In an army not good

She
Will seek
When the sun is in glare
When her mother is sick

He
Will not
Though a placid white breeze
Though the sweet in the cheese

They look good
They get it on, get it on, get it on
Hey, hush, look
And then don't don't don't

I shall be
On time to see
Amaranthine tulips of mountaintops be laid
Into a single sea.

I shall stray
But live to-day
For future flights may change my realm
Into a game.

Tickling grows
In heels and toes -
An itching motive to move forth
To what is hot,
To what is cold;
To all I am, to all I'm not.
To all I will, to all I won't;
To all I hate, to all I want.

Yellows
Colour symbolising Texas
Exs and excess of sun
Joy forbidden in a country
Of baboonish law and minds gone

Yellows
Hue derived in rare
Brightness but a shade well-done
Bet your daughter's unaware
Of a background ****

A sun in zeal
I'm lying on a dustbed
Unaware of the flowers just behind what's sad.
It is a day
When ties would never stop to
Contemplate the sudden impenetrability of May.
A night it is
For birds to settle back in nests of fragile straw,
The nests I wonder being missed.
The moon is here
Yet lights have not gone out,
To light my way to dustbed and the rest.

Bitter apple
Ever easy to inscribe
On the campus of the matter
So unlike the sweet and ripe

Sour unwanted
Much complained and sworn upon
Is unhunted, though is always
Prayed all prayers on.

Lust
Will perish,
Plans be blown by a gun
Must
Mind cherish
The perpetual combustion of my heartbeat in the run.
Glee
And perfect
Lays in waste site of the head.
Sick,
Imperfect
Bakes my cheeks to red.

Sour
And bitter
Occupies my mind infinitely and
Burns
As phoenix
To be infinite in every end

Title versus novel
No one quotes an author
For a label is a dome
For the foreign's ever measured by the home

You can find a word in my
Sixteen stanzas of a rhyme
But as long as all my words are lies
There's your name and wisdom in its ice

I said the words of bitter verum
I loved her then, but now I don't
And all I hope is for her majesty to come
To brighter days she's yet to learn

The more they coaxed my feet to stop
The labour of enormous lungs
The more I'd run

The more they fostered failure when
Child of victory had faith
The more I'd stay

in the sky
in the blanket for a myriad of lights
i saw a flock of storks
their bodies caressed in the bite
of wind and all the future blowing in

Tell,
The way you cheated
On a chemistry exam, back when
Shells
Of a soul so tender
Existed holding not my hand.

I feel
like sliding through a canyon.
I am
A tiny microbe blanketed by wind. And thus
The spring reminds me of the eyes
That guard
The frontier of my ego and my will.
Why am
I anxious being vested in the gaunt silks?
Why do
The meadowlarks and blooming April
Bring perpetually the joy
Not just
Today?
I say...

Eloquent, being lost
On lanes familiar with the dust.
I can not spot
The flower shops i fostered in the past.

Except the rooms of stained glass
I narrow eyes to see
How time will doom the camomile
How ruthless life can be.

But I will kneel
Reciprocate the corpse of once a growing stalk.
For it's the only way.
For we must talk
Before it's time to leave.

My eyelids shut, my mind’s at haze
I suffocate, cats’ smell, too dense

I get up slowly, windows opened now
Buts that’s not only
seal that’s opened. How

Deep is depth?
I tear the covers right
I’m sitting up
Against indigo sky

We used to sleep, right here, together
And now we don’t
The story’s over
You dyed blonde

I’m not broken
It’s not you I miss
I’m longing
For the kiss

For the hug
and the serenity of touch
I miss belonging
and I can’t sleep tonight

Thanks for being in my life
I’m much obliged