there are such  desolate places on this planet
not in the desert but in the hearts
they are a huge gap

I know wonderful depths
do not think in sea
in unfathomable stories
never-told on this planet

very shocking
as far as eartquakes
cruel wars
never ended on this planet

there are hurricanes like that
people who can not find shelter
difficult to live
it is not clear tomorrow
on this planet

don't look into the bottomless abyss
you hear the buzz dizzy of love
legendary on this planet

secrets  on the of the caves
what the   past has to say
unknown pasy and future
on this planet

do not forget this:
blows always different
first you must fear from your closest
because most
you don't take your guard against them

do not object me
you shouldn't trust yourself on this point

a water edge your eyes
in desert
fire starts secretly
in heart
opposite is only realite

for Deb

when you close your eyes
you let a good dream or a nightmare
when you take a step
you are either going to cross or or there is a traffic accident

trees how to shuts up
when the leaves are falling
do you know a painless formula

or is pain a lie

even at the most perfect ****** a hint remains
or eyes to gives up  the most cold-blooded killer
if fingerprint don't even

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

escapes the scenes stuck in the decor

tired our horses
from centuries ago
winds like knives
cut off speeds
hinder to dreams
by road conditions

or else we will wake up  to the cliff edge

Shah the last move or
lose the game

get in the last word or
never speech

open last the door or
don't get up never

everything hear or
never listening

I say a sea though
it will carry all my problems
or the waves to your shores will take

if an emergency call made by clear hearts
if all hearts will hear
or never there is no need to call emergency

I had love to
bloodlees wars  though
or if never not being seen

an instant optical illusion
or a mirage in the desert
but you

spring lived the other side of the shore
and every spring was short
like rule was on this earth
didn't invariant

even the ones on other side

uncatchable a fish must be
our dreams
otherwise our hook would not to be empty

not been  ever asked
our fears
otherwise our secrets revealed

unknown never veiled
our wrongs
otherwise our crimes would decrease

no longer are invisible
our old fires
otherwise our room doesn't with candelight lighting

eating up the night Wolfs
it scares you
our flashing candles
who will solve the riddle
                                      
                                               empty pages of the parrot
                                                over and over again
                                                that leaves our stories
                                                 most of the half life

irregular Aber rivers
be unaware of the overflow
with our earth adventure not ends
there we will live in the sky

cities had build cities destroyed
bombed destruction belongs to them
their tecnologies were very advanced

they used it in the wrong place always

destroyed themselves

our ancestors

my days in a coma
I poisoned with cyanide
when you are  asleep
synchronized

look,our dreams

every request was rejected
our happiness left to dreams
a route *** unaware of us
they said that is your road
we never guessed
where, when, how is our end

there is a place
do not enter
everyone devotes himself
restricted areas

everything stored there

we look without makeup
our real face
we don't even want to see ourselves

we hides the truth
the most bitter truth;'Our Fake World'

we told to winds
our suffering
turned in a storm
our anger
it was dark
our loneliness
very deeply
our screams

what a pity
our truth

the spring has waited
our flowers

end
one day
it comes everyone
if you can know
rains were our hope yesterday

we got used to being abandoned
we did not give up waiting
shadows disappeared all the time
when the sun is gone

our life turned into a fairy tale

a fly buzz in my jar
well deep of dark
look at pale photographs
souls were past deserts

we will not sleep tired

what is going on the earth
the earth is a stage
sometimes you are a figurant
sometimes you are in a lead
in your own movie

towards the end you don't know

I know bottomless pits
falling in very much
screams still can be heard
shakes hearts

I have seen gardens without flowers
in unnamed countries
odourless bodies
with faint shadows

I woke from terrible nightmares
on my body sweat
life made more sweat
with brutal face

stayed in many shelters
after each attack
who agreed
the responsibility squarely

whispers in desolate mirrors
wicked shadows behind us
our short stories along the road

it was not in a big ocean
worst
sinking ship

two drops were enough to tears
so our story has ended

day half
we left behind
the memory book was written

the remaining half
secret box
uncertain what will happen

what is our  target
stays every step up to
our traces on earth

we and everything
center life
very question
our work is find an answer

true and false
nested
our work is solve

real and dream
side by side
which boat is near
our work is to fishing

are you a sweet dream
I can't wake up
this is what I live on
I'm really shaken up

the fish on the network
I'll struggle in vain

and my hollow outcries

if you know the end of your own story
change your way
if there is no direction
wait for sign
from your heart

we are used to
to cold showers
every day
a different scene
no the rule of the game

everyone in their own way

a scream
in our hearts
perhaps now we are forgotten
but we lived

pains were always in our worlds

(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

one day you can write an article you never thought of
after a death
great deal deaths are changer our lifestyle
a bomb falls on our pens
now fill the paper difficult

pains cuts words

ready-to-paint brush
the painter is aware
the landscape is carefree

table waiting for time

it throws us into the abyss
our heart
we won't die
even vorse

now the living dead

to deeper pulls
we take breathing difficult
occurs in the brain damage
we lives vaguely

we can't live without passion

passion is like a nail
pinched in the depths of the soul
blood is shed but indispensable
on non-returns road

some endings in cemeteries

some of the stories remain in books

some are secret in hearts

prisoner of life's passions

how this road
it doesn't take you to a place
nobody knows
dreams lost in the dark streets
lost  feelings on the sidewalks

a lot of time has passed/we are not looking for now

(be colds
  desolate in screams
  when fading my dreams
  in the mirrors remains only
  glassy,colorless my smiles)

among the ruins
is what you are looking for
painful memories
comes in front of your eyes

the past is the nightmare,the duture is a scenario

the hardest peak is your eyes
my heart do not want to fall
at the same time a pair of swirls
ıt pulls in too deep

journey in the eyes
never-ending adventure
never leave love
the only home for lover

your eyes staring at love

pendulum dropped
they couldnt keep the time
the problem was big

they couldnt live the same again

gates were opened still
which wind will come
you ask me
no ready my soul
perhaps time is short

ringer sometimes plays long
at the nerve ends
perhaps there are things that will not happen
behind the locked doors

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

pit                                 big
      is                      look
         waiting now

every                                       know
          step                   quietly
                  was brung

you                         depth
       can             the
              not see

surface is different

callus on foot hurts
callus in the heart numbs
everyrhing depends on the place

out of option
bad game
list of never
wrong tactic
remorse of lies
same story
shadow of horror
sword of Damocles
about unknown
most estimates

plan B
maybe works

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