ive seen the world all people same
we love we fear, deprived, insane
absolute mass and no division for the HQ supervision
we are Trialed in side by solicitude at night
blindfolded OF!
superiority of those that are biting in our nose
medicating under-eighteen that appear so differently
and thus don't reap the boredom we are destined to live through
im sorry that I'm different
and I'm sorry that I speak
for the nation of the flowers
all fragile but not weak

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

No dark, no light
And no extremes the Lord has made.
No rights, no beauty and no fights.
The only are: the null; the one,
And every bit that dwells since then
Is built upon a hierarchy of a mind
Of a man.

Picturesque, content and vigil,
Bearing sigil
Of her inner lion at her mouth's gate.

Loving more of dusty morning
Than I ever did her groin.
Wonder still on why she is irate.

Running down a slippy spiral;
Tempo vivo going viral;
Mind is gold and loud, words are in the shade.

Sometimes three words
Can put your heart in flames
Sometimes the same three words
Can break it just the same

Chorus:
I'll bring roses on a rainy day
I'll bring daisies in case I'm late
You bring all stress that I bear in my life
You're a four wheel bike
For a kid in my soul yard

Verse:
I would never wish you
Marry someone like me
I'd never wish to know
Who I'm supposed to be

I've been counting nights and I've been counting days
For how long I can stand
Pledging rightful vow
And make it never end

(But I)
Break it all the time
Same lies all the time
Thin ice, foolish vice
To play
(But the)
Same lies all the time
Break it all the time
Thin ice, foolish vice
To play

Chorus:
(But)
I'll bring roses on a rainy day
I'll bring daisies in case I'm late
You bring all stress that I bear in my life
You're a four wheel bike
For a kid in my soul yard

Outro:
Flowers are calling
Flowers are calling
For us to sleep on the grass

Silence is raising
Roses and daisies
In soul garden of us

An adroit runner,
Living in plethora of hardbound texts,
Makes a way - way out,
Out of the common mass.

Sharing nights in paper,
Digging up a hole and cuddling in,
An adroit runner
Worships the abundance of the ink.

She will not perturb herself when time's out.
Nights are days. She has no time to speak.
Wonder,
Whether it cajores her to be stout
Wonder,
If it cuts her weak.

I won't beard the lion's den
An adroit runner
Will run on and then
She will lead me in,
So sane.

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

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.

Pennyborad rides
At the Spanish night
Lone bright mind
Sick of being tied

With her hands full of colour
With her pen raging thunder
Out with electric light

Risk a fortune
Risk a torture
Just for the sake of fun
Risk the rapture
Hidden in the fracture
Of the concrete sun

Aimless rides
On the spring kite
Lone monologue nights
Afraid of being high

With his hands empty of fear
With his strings sounding clear
Out with electric light

Under dusty cushions on a couch,

She keeps none but a lighter;
Lingers avid flash in dusk
And a smiley ray of photons
On her slender arms.

Under drops of southern after-rainbow arcs,

Upper limbs resemble straws
Posed between the lamp and me.
Stags of pure and yellow rows
Brush their antlers on my lids;

Draw a slit between her lips.

im trying to be
a knight in pocket on a knee
a flower on a bed of reed
a sunshine in the ****** up dim

(trying)

perpetua in timeless home
a shaving boy, a cheap add-on
to beauty of your youthful old
twenty four y.o. cute face

Razored by torrential feelings
Fried between the scorch and sand
Bleeding, willing
To at last prosper in home land

I find a creature speaking seemingly the English
Though im the one who’s teaching her so what’s the deal
A form encompassing the all within the all
A pitch between eternity and null

A sweet delight she’s at
As I am circling her around my head
In thought i have to hide
Even from myself
Im willing not to catch up in the tide

September 19 - 2 years we met
as I was standing by the door
4 eyes and one realization
9, 4 and school

You’re sun, sunflower and a bear
You’re a bracelette id wear
For the rest of my
Life and I
Want you to know
I kinda love you,
So

Wont you please
Please wait
Until the “1 and 2,
Oh oh and 2, too oh and double two”
So I would do
Do anything at all
Not fearing hearing a reproach.≠

Every wonder that is ricocheted in my brain cage
Closes eyes, loses spark
Unengaged

Salty vice of youthless mind
Seeks escape
Of the dragon shores and kraken's isles
In a single day

Nevermind me is an ape

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.

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

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?

Cornered,
in the dark of ever-rumbling mind
by the brain itself.
Wanted,
in the rapture of a different kind -
pictured in a cell.
Why so,
what builds a basin for a lady
for a boy would dig a suicide well?

Strolling
cross the lanes not flooded
with the folk, but with a rain:
Leaning
as perpetually the salty drops would be
an artist - cheap, exciting, vain.

Throw me in the chartreuse fields
So I can leave my pain behind
Violets and Daffodils will turn
Me into their kids

Buy me out of sable walls
So I can see the other side
Violets and Daffodils will kiss
My spine

Say white, say blue
On a spring afternoon

Whisper out loud
O-hoo

Take me out for a walk on moon
So i can plant lovat' on stone.
Violets and daffodils will grow
On a pale ball.

Lie with me on frosty grass
Keep your feet above the stars.
Violets and daffodils will pass
But we can last.

Inadvertently
It slips to my realm.
Believe, I never wanted it so bad
To tickle stone of my shell;
To flow;
To be my well.

And it - the weather -
Having never been anticipated,
Bends, transforms
Into a weatherly incipient ******.

The everlasting wisdom perpetually transforms. It narrates unknown,
Uttering the verses of its love in winds and snows.

It rains and calms from day to day,
It ceases only in the summertime;
For a halt
Is also gay in its own way.

It will urge precipitations,
Warn us,
Coax us to beat in flocks.
While it never leaves a mark
On the azure dome,
For the ceiling is the face,
It has traces on the boiling rock,
Ancient earth,
And on my holey socks.

The holy "wisdom" is
Merely the way perceived
By me.
Solely an imaginary bliss.

Though the mind elevates,
Sublimes it. After, states
That the chemical occasional coition,
Which is way up high,
Bears all the answers,
To my weird childish whys.

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...

"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?

A pinkish streak is
On her cheek
As rays are painting
On her skin,
Dispersed with window glasses in
A brown frame.
A theatre of colours
In her name.

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

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 ****

You am in
the flowers half a metre
From my shoulder, when
Silence breaks the roaring
Cloud of the rainful men

Always been a whole lung breathing
Sick omela dressed in rags
Of an alien cat who's stealing
Cosmic glitter for a duo of authentic legs

You bes such. The tranquil numbness
Kept in glance, in seldom pen.
Here you are
A chrisantemum
Here you are
As black as Seine
Here you are
A soulful creature
Ever white
As never when

I am
in concrete,
Suspended in youth
I don't seek.

Stretching asleep
In a bliss
I'm warmed by the heat
Of my wings.

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.