Only for a reason
I’m attached to you
Caring and sharing in pretense
I’m around you, just for a reason

For a season I’m there
Although as a timer
Devoted for a duration of time
I’m gone only as a season

Not for a reason
Nor for a season
To destroy walls of prisons
I’m always there, calling

I’m there, not for a time
But a life time
To you only, all I spend
Cause I’m indeed a friend
(c) Obukov

Days to people mean different things
A new leaf to plants mark growth
A larva turns butterfly reflects change
What does this day mean to me?

It could be another day
It is just another birthday
Another year to my stay
Maybe just some remembrance day?

Seconds, Minutes, Hours and days
Weeks, Months, Years and times
One question that comes to mind
As the clock strolls ticking by

What have I done all these years?
What can I do this year?
What will I do in years to come?
My life has a story to tell
(c) Obukov

Blood pumping, heart beating
Pores opening, sweat pouring
Mare thought picturing feelings
More pain featuring within

Coming to light
Commune in sight
Days of lone
Comforts the zone

Fairy tale prince
Come rescue me
Picture the brush in hand
Delete the crush on land

Painting now revealing
Feelings how believing
Before the button, a pause
Questions to want, because
(c) Obukov

The wind has blown in my direction
The air feels pleasant
I ponder and wonder
Has it brought me good or bad?

Standing firm in all condition
I perceive the dust blown by the wind
Sweet I most say
It is telling a message

The dust runs into my eyes and nose
There is a feel of peace inside of me
The wind has blown something good indeed
Grateful I stand by the wind again
(c) Obukov

Feel the sensation
Hear the motion
See true vision
Touch Blue Ocean

Look how devotion
Has made provision
And no delusion
Can stop distinction

Life’s set omissions
Has shown directions
And made deliberations
That birth celebrations

Real heart motivation
Create pure liberation
Sense the inspiration
Life applauds determination.
(c) Obukov

In time past
Memories to last
The life to be
A world to see

Drifting from goodbyes
Not lost in blue skies
Journey to become
Looks like beyond

Living at now
The past is shown
Future but how?
Still to be known

Lit to shine as a candle
Placed within a cradle
The far life whispers today
“Hello, World of Yesterday”.
(c) Obukov

In a colony of harmony we stayed
Clustered in hot huts we laid
Until the sun arose to strangers
With harvested crops of dangers

Though maimed to bargain
We could only perceive pain
As twisted tongues fell deaf on ears
While weaponry echoed in hears

With sways we slay
In tears we pray
Trailed and tried defenseless
The verdict returned headless

In anarchy we mourn the reds
In black sack wears
As our soils watered with tears
And in sweat we dug moats in fears
(c) Obukov