the last humam colony too
disappeared on the earth
they did wrong and paid the price

What are Ufos
We understand
It is late and bad

(Tomorrow's legend)

These are the ruins of the World War
The last big mistakes of the last people
History tells us a lot ,if we can understand

Unlees a hero for they were afraid
It was hard to fend off danger
It was the only way to get rid of the  movies

very crowded
once earth
to be or not to be

the wars are over
words remain
I came,I saw,I beat

sandstorm dominates
on desolate earth
law of nature

once songs
in the spreading sky
scream birds now

it is a shadow you look at
disappears when the sun goes down
you are hiding in vain
you need the light, it seems

one day earth,the man who will seek water
not gold,oil
because no life in the desert

(Water is life.Danger big.Life is threatened,not water.I'il always write poetry to water.)

Be transparent as water
Who wants?
Need a clean heart
and uncontaminated hands,words
The world waits for it.

water
lucid pellucid
you know always
feel be like water
heart will be very happy
open life gives peace to human

water lucid ,you feel heart open
water pellucid always,water happy human

no sign
from our future
path
feet trembling
our eyes fearful

there are those waiting for portent
those who do not hear heart rate

-----------------uncertain mist the eyes doesn't see reluctant
                 beyond--------------------------------------------------steps
   ­         ended---------------------------------------------------­--------where
   the road-------------------------------------------------------------­-------stops
now-------------------------------------------------­-------------------------------bridge

property poem
planet's path
pointy plan
proper phantasy

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

a button is missing from my heart
loves do not stop for long
if you give a button
no more problems

the puppets can't move
their lives depend on one hand
does not feel cold and hot
fatigue is not from them

assets assets until the game is over

nobody knows
after the scene how their lives

Withdraw to depths you don't know
Dark forces you
At night when you are sleepless
Who plays your dreams

We are in last corner
no the speed limit
we will beat ourselves
other competitors from us,don't

nothing ends
it changes way
bandit today
not in the mountain

There was a barrel of anger in our house
They said,you not  opening the cover
I wouldn't have listened anyone
Now the halter is in my neck

give the sun a second chance
it don't behind the cloud
it don't get lost during the night
let it never burn your body

when it come quege to your lover
request the same

we dreamed of being a quarterback
there was no game without pawns
question was this
what is game

roads are my friends
you know perhaps passenger
yet night do not come
what is question
for walking

what is the station
why are you stopping
when did you came
where will you go
how will you go a place
will you go alone
how long will you stay

who will wait for you

the attractiveness of the prohibited window
never were you endured

in the hands of a gripping flood
have  you been toy never

in freezer cold naked mold
are you blood froze never

returness in the maelstrom of the world
did you see drowning never

wandering in various roads
couldn't you came it ever to a place

do you understand
will live in a knot

questions Mr. Character
won"t get anywhere
when you do not know your answer
you will give open
maybe this will be your end
they will hit you from the weak side
do not slight Mr. Character

maybe you can not win anything
maybe you have lost a lot
you stand alone on this road
you should not be fooled by the crowd

These tombstones are with full of this writes

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

live up to your power

the door leads us to the light
footprint is guides for we
secret language all real
everyone draws his own painting

our place affects our view

life is graveyard of efforts
don't tired waste yourself
you can not comfortable
if unless you benefit alerts

if you leave the network it is attached

they breaks the glasses too
as a result of anger
a bleeding hand
it won't change anything

throwing gasoline on a fire

which you can find traces of
in the heart of desolation
how many have weathered the stormof sand
we stayed now roasted faces

under the most severe conditions experienced the most painful stories

exploring the oceans
starts on its own shore
without knowing shallow
person who met with deep

you guess what lives

gave a false  alarm your eyes
I have not passed the border yet
my traced deleted already
my  presence is not certain

Afeather falls quietly
It does not bother anyone
the last point to be reached
quiet,calm,must be peaceful

life feather fall like

some of them goes with one bullet
take off from the cruel hands
enters,stucks, remains inside
bitter not be feels at the end

this is real love,Darling

bandits are not in only your world
look now the mirror
for real

stoped world when you go
we are sleeping on the cloud
who ask tomorrows
is real a dream perhaps

my gray clouds
my  muddy rivers
my deserted streets

how do I design an end

your shadow wasn't seen only
loook in the deeps
for unknown stories

can you draw a laugh
in most real form
sound only need
dumb pictures do not tell

are you realize
indistinguishable staged
the spotlights has evaded all of us
when turn off all  the lights

ended
he,you,I

as much as you want
it doesn't rain
the sun is not born

you are on the pole
determines the conditions

real is changed

we didn't realise
every escape was one returned
every return was one escape
what changed at the time wheel

our strenght is not enough to real change

this is my last song
no crowded
like desert is streets
but never important
reality was not changed

looking for the sun
those who do not know light
very unlikely
things going well for us

reality that does not disappear when you cover it up

WHEEL

once you start rolling wheel
seeing the oppressed
hear screams
the last certain
such order

(double-poetry )

the ones that I saw was buried alive
of the past the intended section
some people couldn't go out never

I know in a sea of memories
before they were happy
at depth,they couldn't bear
some people was able to get to shore
some are still there

there are some people's eyes on tomorrow
the blind ones today
when looking away they will fall into the pint in front

we don't live today

unfortunately,this is reality

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