Every fish is attacted to a net
don't blame the sea
sometimes ships sink
don't ask the captain
endings for road and passenger
don't look for another door

our dreams got caught in the barbed wire
our roads won't get us anywhere
so slowly,clunky our walk

the sun isn't born for us
so our windows close always

another must have  live
we just don't understand

another remember me
he had no pain in his heart
you tell to people
not important credible
who believe end nice ending to the tales

another remember me
you tell,he likes the rain to flowers
he would not leave thirsty his loved ones
though the ears are closed the real
you call to hearts ,my rose
who does not participate to valve damage

another remember me
you tell,he angry desert was past
that is why it is burning his body
but the real pain in his heart
nobody knows except you
never tell his secret
who doesn't trust at true lover

another remember me
you tell,he doesn't like goodbyes
don't let anyone wait

which arrow is  for you
do you know
which eye is see to you
when comes answer
time is go to other country

are you waiting for a response ?
the answers are like the rain
it comes when you least expect it
are you hear
questions is a like bullet
threatened at any moment to the target

which floods further destruction
until tears touchimg to hearts

you say to the rains
in vain rains does not rain

it does not affect anymore cataclysms

a collector
he looking for the least

but anything was not in his eye

we are at the crossroads with sun
we are gling into the dark of night
every invitation is to a different place
we are always a passenger anyway

your plan was my hopes
other lives are only break mirrors
a picture speak sometimes to tomorrow
traces were new yet

each Guard
he is in prison like prisoner
what is the difference

every killer
kills himself a bit
in the tormet of conscience
how is the torture

each wound
closes at  the end own
with own husk
till the pain goes away
what is the time

a portrait
will stay at back
the trail of life
pale
time of blow
frayed
human influence

silent
going stage

now you are in a wrong place
if you are looking for a your memory
time is biggest trap
into which we fell
the hard walk in this dark world
you leave your hand in the void
does not holding one person

what it takes to force a return
I wish there was a possibility

we had a appointment
in an unknown place
at an unknown time
with hidden agenda

you late again

whereas only vultures approach carcasses
I see now
more terrible sight on earth

your eyes were a sweet dream for me
now I swim in the sea
can I go back to shore

a question to you

(for Deb)

what we expect from stars still
when the sun came out

Lifes are like the list of needs.
People forget.
Every need is a garbage at the end.

Are you ready?

so who can living
spontaneous

the boundaries were drawn in the world
rules and prohibitions
does not allow
the pitfalls that await us

why nightmares are seen

so who can living
spontaneous

They believed a story
until wake up
then they did not look at other stories
until their own stories are finished

We did not know a story
we thought what we lived is real
until fall into the void
we wrote bitter stories with our own hands
the name of the book was the story of the truth

They are and we are a real story only know

24/7 I am looking for
midnight at 3 o'clock
you are coming 365 days
only 1 day not in my dream
when I come to myself,come

the tip of arrow
inelegant threat

arrow is wrong
now we are only own road

who is aware of how
sun drying the soil
own was burn prisoner

what people say you should know

get up
we have to got to sky
time is running out
as far as I  know

run away
sometings are strangling you
the earth boiling cauldron
as far as I see

touch on
to get rid of them
there are many ways out
as far as I believe

a fire
end ash
wood has burned to the ash
burned matches
now ash

(moment poetry)
we are living in the moment

don't shoot until you see your target
you don't know who's in the dark
you have already been wrong in many quesses
do you have any more confidence

listen
the hooves's sounds of horses running your inside
many mixed with the howling wind
whips were a cold slap
there was no getting tired until to target

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

I could not enter
yet the windows were open
maybe time was not right
you know
stories waits a spark for begin

sea is calm
no wind
coastal waits anxious
when this happiness end

the moment comes
in the role of the good man all the bad men
cheat us for a short time all views

footprints in the most challenging passages
only shadows falling today
secrets from yesterday

the legends are now told

as long as I 've known people is ghost

there must be a spell
the sea in your eyes

the most dream was in my heart
I could not carry
hard facts was  tired
I remember a  freight train
it was as old its mechanic

a story was every moment
now I am write

follow a line
like there is no other road
don't scream a lot
what you saw
like it happened to everything

fish that don't drown in the sea
as if everybody knew

like a story once time lived

how a woman destroyed a man
it was night and you haven't seen it
if you saw it,you never couldn't stand

the words was too heavy
you don't heard
you wouldn't believe it if you heard

a woman looked to a man at empty street
we were both there
if we weren't there,we can't live

matrixing baby
in own secret
maybe without knowing it
they are carrying themself

like us

it is not logical
chasing a dream
but it is hard life the truth

leave it like a feather your body
then it won't hurt to fall on the ground

the end of game
who is happy
questions in order
which ground
now different

you find meaning
you don't ask someone else

a suggestion
in the last wagon

there are those who think you have seen the worst
the darkness of the color increases in the deep
a break of light emanates
then cracks are sought

everything has a time

a wind must blow
at least
in extreme heat is a cooler

an answer should be given
at least
it is distributes worries

there should be a law
ar least
solves all of the problems

alove must love
at least
in fairy tales,even the non-

write must a poem
at least
located in the hearts

wicked questions are left behind at the end of the road
however, evry stop was easy passed

and solitude was a desolate spot at the end of the day
but our dreams have captured us

always comes empty,living is at the end of the love
whereas hearts runs to the abyss

many things left half
nobody has not to live full own life
at the end of the account reveals
never had earnings

would you bet
rivers flow in reverse too
you'd be wrong once in a while
nevermind,this is not so bad

I hope, you won't break much
you can't suffer as much as you lose
you don't care anymore
passing storms

always, you are alone
even if there are crowds around you
plus hasn't,you will understand
numbers that don't provide an upper hand

I think, you are very determined
but there is also the abandonment
at the end of every road
you can start thinking about the return,no damage

changing the world is a very old dream
some stories last forever
anyway,the home keeper do  not change at the minimum

a bird must to have been shot
screams in our ears

queries our eyes
cannot be entered into dark
unknown reasons

a scene completed
closed curtains
life and death
they travel together

the river is flowing again
impellers for rotation
the new will be the old
at the time,strict rules
the birds is struggling in the net

hits my weakest spot
my balance is broken already
I am walking outside the line
unsuspecting Rainbow

benighted speechess of time
watching black clouds
deeply  shakes the earth
scary cat screams

everything at this table replaces

Our tired souls want to listen to the soundof birds
are you aware

if you want to be a whistle
you must ding ears
leaving that trail

and in the end they should know

none can not take the location

a color were disappeared
table was not affected

feather cat poured
nobody saw

the steam was a drop
the water hasn't changed

a face blushed
for a moment it was

a word were heard
remained in the hearts