the storm is over
until the next storm
bad news for leaves
and trees

what is in hand

bat stance
reverse view to life
bat flight
mixed route
bat dinner
****** meat
the cry of the bat
find the hunt

bat cave
own slot

the  most violent storms fill my cup publican
for sure I will fly this time
accountability is not important
for the last time and it should be different

you be carefull I will tell you a lot

They roam the shores
when the tides come
maybe it will bring waves
for what will they never 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

human              be        lighthouse
               must          a
life            in
          is           dange

if you are a lighthouse
you should ever go out
for other ones

fish flutters
                     leaving the sea is death

fish flutteras
                       leaving the sea is death

whereas we had a game with no rules
it was a big world outside of the frame
anyone wouldn't tell

because on everyone have a eye

They roam the shores
when the tides come
maybe it will bring waves
for what will they never find

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

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

believe are foolish sometimes
sometimes the only refuge

our love is not sacrifice
to ***** traps
let's not let
their desk strategies to

we need to prepare an emergency plan
for the enemy's attacks against

don't hurt us for now
but when the poison mixes with the blood

believe me,we are dead Darling

when you falls into pit of despair
if you look for piercing light
remember this
assumptions stand beside you

you didn't understand never
what is under paint
until yesterday
now we are in today
there is a time difference between

beware of
to foot sounds
you must know the enemy's arrival

hear
birds flapping wings
what is it saying
you should feel the moment

the world
just a sound
and confused
life without noise
I guess it doesn't work

you are wrong
you  don't know my inner world
without downloading the mask
real faces don't appear
world fake relations garbage dump

it is beyond real,so what we experience

if a spark falls
to my dark loneliness
tomorrow another burn sun
to my profound wounds

happens beyond reality

****
fire gowing up
for the audience only

****
while grew dark
to people who burn the candle

****
fear of growing up
to people without courage

big ****
growing up unloved
for who don't open the door of own heart

the worst that would trigger
waves winds

when she waits on the shore
storms knew

I was at sea
this is big haul

he asked a statue
what was a heart of stone

big mistake

birds are going
do you know?

smile breaks
fears will not fit on the blank plate
hope diminishes horizons with scary face
open collar chest
scream spreads
births are always painful

look at the worst places
what societies built on
empty dreams and solid facts
where the floundering

a black hole attracts us all

what did you do,boss
this should not have happened the end
it  was obvious from our sweaty bodies
our tiredness
according to you we're always faking it
have been misread our silence
however,we didn't know the game

everyone had masterpieces
my short poems
I liked the drops
others from oceans

both water

wait for breaking dawn
let one side of you be desolate
the pains must bathe in cold waters
the fires must not leave ashes

separation was sleep on a board with nails
death for those who  do not know the tecnique

I left my nets to the waters.
not the big fish I expected.
maybe you stop by here
that I was hoping for in vain

your eyes  were a candle for me
that is why I do not like winds

I did not picked  flowers for anyone
They are thiink
why

sweat- smelling calendars herald separation
bows ready to shoot arrows
we are like a clogged painful flood
revive the last spark
before our excitement is over

like touch to water was memories
disappeared

it was the that made us tired
the problem was the time that did not stop
who would be held accountable

everything was a scream now echoing in the desolate
no one heard

I live alone in the desolate mountains
a wind blows out of my road, I am surprised
I run in my secret world without knowing
my journey with storms,my dreams are in escape

sky was dark
we thinked without stars
we were so far from there
we got very close in dreams

too they shoots birds
why do you want to fly
goes back sometimes steps

everything comes to its turn

most of us knew
every road ends at one point

if you see mud in the world
make sure you delete your windows
seasons change after a while
know that time has passed

penalties given from before
the shores are doomed to wait
ships to berth

perceives hardly change
other lives elsewhere

our lives were just a few fractures
but never our pain does not end

like was yellow
before the time has come
as if a thorn on the surface
we were aware whitour feeling

what a mumy hides
the secret ends somewhere
death is the extreme

the direction changes completely

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

extinguished the last candle
room was dark
suddenly plunged into dreams
silent screams into own
bombs exploded
deaf ears did not hear

the only witness was the walls
mutes wouldn't tell a secret

must steal the fire
for life
have a high price but
for junk warriors

no matter
like a flood
life drags us