barbed wires
always hindered
to eating fruit

how many years old
yet I do not know love

I flew a pigeon.
It is in your tree now.
Stay connected forever.
This love never ends.

My love is wing.

colors are rich
eyes tired
languages are silent
haul in the hearts

apparently reality is a chameleon
eye illusion appears
octopus wraps with arms
life is hard,it bounds with arms
vulture turns on the carrion
a bullet kills its prey
time just flows

allegedly,we're so in the loop

a breakwater must be in everyone's life
while fleeing from the raging waves
a port in a storm

relaxes you

meaningless questions
no the only real
undecided steps
very much road

the ground is slippery
impossible stand up
many falling
wounds bloodless

dreams are inconsistent
hope is dwindling
concers brutal
the day is fading

unquestioned

when it converts into a dumpster time
most new,slowly
for a short time in the hands
you will lose,tomorrow

that is a story so
written for everyone

without realizing it you live
you don't have heard of hidden steps
stack questions
you can't escape a kind

black horizons is now
anyway,you left behind

the most difficult convince
for waves
endure in the face of coastal

open the door
for questions
let the sun come out

watch the waters
for road
let obstacles  overcome

why doubt
anywhere unknown
let's face it

a respite was not given
without sail for go
returns was not expected
traps have fall

if you call me
                                           look at away

top-level sleep
tired eyelids
questions repeatedly stacked
cloudy wheather

sharp cilffs
scary steps
standing in a place
life is forcing

hand shakes away to the past
fearful look to the future

we are at such a point today

each road is very different
your eyes is difficult
your words is a big fire
your hands are very cold
your voice is suffocating
your steps far away

who knows heart

walk silent

far away not tomorrow
survive thirsty
cactus sought in the deserts

need to whistle
for desolate

start moving
with the train screamings
like a wake-up alarm

g                 o
i                  n
v                 l
endisnearly
i                  h
t                  a
unemployed
p                  s
r                   l
i                   o
gateholenow
h                  h
t                   y
a                  u
world'sdeep
a                  g
y                  o

a spell is broken
they stopped the whell of the mill
planets witnessed
stars are gone
is there waiting miracle
I don't know

a story
previously

all of your days
behind giant walls
for sure drawn borders
you can't pass

live up to your power

the sky was cloud
perhaps this is necessary
it doesn't matter if you like it or not

every day the sun was setting
darkness all night long
perhaps this is necessary
your fears not valid

every flower was the seasonally
inability to reach eternity
perhaps it was bad usually
your idea not effective

the cloak can not sweep to your errors
your manes doesn't show the power of

the leaves falling,the tree will be bare

(We are very sorry for New York)

Why is this pains?
World is dark a place
Life is very hard
Heart can't see
horrible views

enough
hear the screams
deaf ears

you were tears
once upon a time
the rivers dried up now
there is a burning soon

a short story is my love

each angling
for fishing
angling and fish doesn't know

it doesn't matter for fishing

each wave
the boat drags
not the wave and the boat but

fishermen are aware of

each coastal
open to the waves
fishes and the boats for shelter
nobody doesn't knows

important for fishing and fishermen

who kept you falling
what  you do not remember now

why will not the trail from yesterday
when will they realize
are they waiting for unknown

half-life
will regrets end

blame the captains
easiest
but the truth is hard to find

some stories ends at a time
like shooting stars
silence
one world is destroyed
for no reason

because all the reasons are a story

silent narratives
eyes watching
a touch of each hew
from ancient times

yhe art is fantastic
spreading magic
with the mysteries on the earth
each stone is leaving that part trail
in the hands of the artist

tired of sculpture,in the caverns of time
it is resting comfortably in its followers

(We are both sculptor and sculpture

last a question was from me
who is know all fact

arrow is wrong
now we are only own road

and still they wait
rain down
arid lands

clouds so far away
it is not important
while there are hearts and hopes

and still waiting on the shore
the sailors on a stormy night at sea
lovers on the shore


maybe they will never come back
depens what
love will not die

they being dragged along in the arms of a flood
for help those who jeopardize  own life
they extended a bough into the flood

even they don't succeed
made it his mission
because they were still a human

my fingers  inside your brain
it is not enough to touch your eyes

my hook mounted on your back
of your pains depends on me
maybe I treat different

I slide into the your deepest
sneaky like a light
I see to your secret,silently
I won't say maybe tonight

wound your blood drips the floor
I want to gauge the strength of
all the magic disappears
in life at the end
maybe your extinction,I will learn

you will know soon
real colour of sky
darkness ready
for your life

you will hear soon
bad sound of sky
thunderclap waits
for your life

I did not said
fortune so

and days ends
trains stops now
nobody doesn't waits at the station

time don't leave the trail never

-a-----------------a-
--we------------you-
---see----------for-
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---------varied-----

yesterday
was
shadows
sun
is come in your garden today

understand the swamp
to be buried slowly
flutter is than more sink
to get rid of the immobility

find a bough for life

could not be reached
buried treasures
increased
now sadness

stories it always ends like this
a balloon is dreams
naked and hard truths

Feeling you
Walk at the fire
Look to unknown
In the depths of the ocean
Search for a weak light

Connect to you
The boy who lost his toy
Hug like mom
Always go after
search to in sleep even
Your smell,your skin,your warmth

Love then you
both difficult and beautiful
You are of a lifetime

when it comes to mind you
a hand touches my shoulder
reminds ones
a ****** civil war
hard and cruel
a heavy defeat
how is forgotten

when I am looking to my hearts in ruins
I can feel what
according to you

the big our love is only a story now

the water is puts out the fire/the water becomes steam on fire

if you were a lamb you are
I am a wolf to
our relationship would be ******
the necessity of genesis

if you were a water
I am a fire to
we couldn't be together forever
the necessity of genesis

if you were a flower
I am a bee to
we would need each other
the necessity of genesis

we are both human
as if what it change

zero tolerance
the sun will burn out
flood drags
storm takes
haul is stuns
thorn shinks

love is pain
blind emotion don't think
the stuation worsens
seems like a fairtayle
every life
witch on the lead role
zero tolerance

let faint
sandstorm
hear inner voice

painful
poignant screams
desert cuts always

shouldersheavy load
riding
break kniees

last unknown waits
where,whom
watch

they shot a shadow
under the sky yesterday
you cant tell the birds
is there a painless death in the world

lifes like a cheap dress
does not fit us
tell me the last resort
replant or stand naked

you waits sometimes for hours
you wants ring too
to keep your eyes nailed to the door
time doesn't  pass
bends at the waist ,not insomnia
if he doesn't comes to fear
becomes nightmare

sometimes you don't want to ring
you shuts the door thight
they can't never open ,you wants
and your ears shuts  with your hands
you don't want to hear the ring
becomes nightmare

evrything is a nghtmare
inside this unknown
know

who are you talking about
like someone I never knew
she is the hero of my story
it is obvious that you haven't read the book

difficult is written
the poetry of the ruins
suffering is seen only
also dust smoke

half remains
war poems
with a bullet is dropp pens
how peace is written to

short to be
the poetry of though
discusses a lot of few words
real describes

dense must be
love poems
gets into the vortex of every heart
their difficult get rid of effects

the time of your hangman
you will be out of breath
everyone will live differently in the last minute

the hangman will do his duty
public will follow the painting
is the death row inmate ready to die

those who rule the death penalty in the background

torture nights
there are in people's life
no one hears the inner screams
a silent volcano explosion

the lava flows into the heart
it doesn't leave ashes,**** it!

fish flutters
                     leaving the sea is death