road empty
like you
everyone can see

in my dark cell
a chain sound
do you hear

he imagined himself moss man
only his love was the sea

desert's desolate
in my soul
night's trace

the sand clocks was flowing upside down
that's why our loved  ones didn't show up
lifes was not organized at all
our scenario was based on *******
the blink of an eye
our breath was stopped but we thought it wouldn't end

cold waters
touch a little
face of truth

get your hand out
from my heart
even don't stay your finger trace

if you hear a sound,deeply
forget my voice
even don't stay what I tell you

not wing
need wind
for rise

you were sleeping
while the stars are drifting in the sky
you woke up from a nightmare
you just told me what you saw
the truth was more terrifying

between very with less
the whole problem
to balance in the middle

between cold and hot
the whole war
results are lukewarm

rose smell
in the garden
you wake up

ride your horse
until the day is over
if the darkness waits for us
we have a fever

crossing the desert
makes very tired
if the thirst strikes
we have cactus

see the end
on the road of life
if uncertain route
we have hope

Let's get up a little slow Captain
Let's slow down outside the harbor
Then we accelerate to close the difference
If how much we can  get from time

We count the earnings but
Not possible we wiill break
Both from life and lover

I don't wait for the miracle
ever since I lost everything
time can't return
ever since the system was installed

You don't let they looking for
I am in lost cities
ever since I am surprised my route

it does not matter
I am drunk without a drink
ever since I 've known you

I given fodder to dead a fish yesterday
They said too much
I know ,it is a blind alley
the problem was already there

the sound of drop
are pleasant to listen to
the mountains without echo are empty
my soul is inoxicated without you
a well is meaningless without water
a flower is unworthy without smell
a road is desolate without passenger

lifes without terms are chaos

a line
from old days
faint trail

clouds similar
or you decided
result does not change
there is not truth in the middle


my poem tecnichal(no adjective poem)

very bizarre
turns into real role
in films
I am afraid
the role takes place
in life

you got lost on own road in
the worst of this
you forgot your dreams
your heart in wonderment

fishes doesn't hear
not necessary
what will be needed

ostrich can not fly
not interesting
walk is a work

crows don't forget
not funny
they take revenge

sky and you
why to stay away
from earth

earth and I am
we always look after you
no one can wake us
from your's dream

no adjective poem tecnichal

one more step necessary
towards light
even if the road is dark,desolate and dangerous

walk along tunnels
for target
even if body and spirit does fatigue

turning your face to light
for real
even if it takes time to approach

knowing the purpose of life
towards love
even if hearts are filled with pain

and have never held responsible for flowing blood
the bullets from the guna leaf fell from more branches
share how you mow the wind
leaves from the trees still will not give up

he robbed his heart
on quiet corner
the final curtain

but my boat didn't have a sail
what did those outside the wind objected to

wait for the cuckoo bird
when the time comes
but the springs can be broken

don't be an appetizer for me on table
if you are the main dish for others

your destiny to be a service

you look for threats that don't happen
when the danger comes from
what are you afraid of

I am in a forest full of traps
you are talking about the view
what are you talking about

we are on land covered with mines
you don't believe it before someone blows
what do you think of death

for a train not sky
it has to be on the rail
but the obstacles must be overcome
why do dreams exit
not for the train to the machinist

wind's sound
always listen
its own song

there is no long-term regret
don't let anyone hope for this
believe me,new remorse comes from after remorse

there is no dream in real life
but dreams draw our road most of time
it is impossible to have all the dreams

birds were went
the rule of solitude

a train's scream
I remember was last time

broken glass
dangerous ground
waits quietly
poisonous snakes

the vultures are turning
carcass does not afraid
feathers fall
soft landing

non-living transitions

you does not adopt
like darkness of the night
you want to cover all the facts
you can't stop the sun

this is driving you crazy

you don't want to hear much
like your terrible errors
you want to hide in the deep
to each deep was entered

this is  driving you crazy

what are the different expectations

tired trees
the wind does not know
who knows

water edge
life is there
touch it

my calendar is free
I sail in vast water
you are in deep sleep
when the time comes
you will understand
sleeping is half dead

deep desolate
near dangerous
in the wood

will adopt
all the hearts
*****
not  white all clouds

will hug
all hands
hopeless
the power is not in own hands

and there is a question to ask
is it time
it is not yet clear

missing limb
misty roads
torture
inadequate desires

precarious
day is starting
life
very ineteresting
you
question

colors are contagious
overflow out of line
spilled from your hand
seaons

cut difficult
eyes should  be possitive
pit is deep
dream now

I have been fishing in an icy lake
while you are in your eyes
I feel warm for a moment
as the fluttering on my hook

that is how I get to the satisfaction
when my desires come true

fishes fluttering in the  water
unaware from water outside
on the shore a fisherman
will separate them from the water

fishes,water and fisherman
parts of life and death
anybody has no knowledge of it

a moment that turns into a short story

you don't look at me
I get wet in the rain

ever since I am soaked in love

it is not that important
I sell my jacket

ever since I stayed in frosty

don't think of me at all
that is how know life

ever since wandered the edge of the cliff

maybe it is necessary
transform fear to pleasure

ever since I listened to  the wind like a song

water was steam
easy for sun

hitherto

our barbed wire consists of a few melancholy
blood components in our skin
still smiling our face

but our promise not to waste
it is located in the heart of the ears should not hear