#twists
The song was written on March 3, 2016, and the new song version was completed on January 15-18 and February 5, 2026. Now it is published on Soundcloud on May 3, 2026 for worldwide release in ealy June. In the English version of the EP "Unplugged. In the beginning was the acoustics" as 1th song. ( Russian edition is available too)
In any weather, road goes on
A gray ribbon, fate with you too
It wears its zigzags mile by mile
At times it twists in spiral turns
Along the shoulder you will meet
Faces, potholes made by men here
And among them, diamond bright
Promises and pretty bait too
Miles get counted into long years
Three turns can take a lifetime out
Don’t be shocked, that’s how it works now
Life is turns, so hold on tight there
Again the gray road winds ahead
Your road that stretches through your life
Remember mom there by the door
Remember dad who yelled Hold on
You know, don’t chase that shiny fame
Don’t try to top the bold and rude
Don’t hunt for friends just for a laugh
Fate without love will hit you back
And keep in mind: miles turn to years
Every zigzag charges your life
How many bends will meet you there
Your angel knows; Hold on with his fine!
*****
Russian poem ( original)
Наша жизнь – в поворотах
В любую погоду серою лентой
Вьётся судьбы дорога с тобой
Всегда зигзагами увенчана,
Даже спирали крутит порой…
У обочин встретишь немало ты
Лиц и рытвин от дел людских
Среди прочего будут с алмазами
Их обещанья и прелести
Счёт километров идёт на годы
А три поворота идёт за жизнь
Не удивляйся – мир так устроен:
Жизнь – в поворотах, в них – и держись!
Вдаль серою лентою вьётся дорога
Твоя дорога, длиною в жизнь
Помнишь ли маму свою - у порога?
Помнишь ли крик отца: - Держись!?
Знаешь, не нужно стремиться славы
И не переплюнуть тех, кто наглей
Не стоит искать и друзей для забавы
Судьба без любви отомстит тебе
И помни - километры идут на годы
А каждый зигзаг идёт за жизнь
Сколько их будет в судьбе, от порога -
Знает лишь Ангел – его и держись!
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 4:37 AM UTC
Beneath my skin, something stirs, unseen,
A shadow creeping where I once had been.
Fingers twisting, growing in the dark,
A silent scream, a fading spark.
My body feels like it's not my own,
Cracks and scars I’ve never known.
A slow decay beneath the surface gleam,
A nightmare stitched into a waking dream.
Voices whisper, clawing, tight,
Telling me I’m losing the fight.
The flesh is changing, slipping away,
Haunted by what I can’t betray.
In this nightmare, I’m caught in a bind,
A horror living deep inside my mind.
A twisted truth I can’t escape,
A ghostly shape --- I can’t awake.
Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 7:13 PM UTC
Breathe in breadth of attention span
Friday, January 30, 2026
10:32 AM
We count our ghosts and old flamers as first to be ready,
make believe weavers were spinners as well, threaders, too,
setting woof and warp forthcoming as well expected stories *****
of spinning straw to gold,
while a warm fire hold
has us huddled
masses of weakened water, gaseous phase
submersed in ancient ritual reasons used
as though muttered in the whole circle
from the core to the shore, to the edge
of ever, in one day, one step, in alternating currency
charged with rocking right uses of freedom from tyranny
if ever there were times trying men's souls, be they ours,
or the others, those not us users of our processed breaths,
share this one line at a time preceptual breath procession
as we attempt mass realization, the original weform mystery,
this is my mind, wherein I find many hard sayings, mysteriouser
and mysteriouser whereupon we stand, persisting, curioser
still, if this were my imagination, and it seems it must be,
as me, not you, not we, just me, figuring how we may be,
as us, all persons born since events at Alamogordo led
to the inevitability of public relations work failing,
at scale, Dunbar squared, public perception JWST wide,
all y'all outs long called in, free, the game has reset,
all we ever thought we knew about infinity remains
a real experiment in thought cohesion, remembering
wu wei is water way, we flow from fonts conceived,
while the eldest among us let us discern the times,
redeemed in comparing McCarthy driving forces,
with those aspirations
of the Trump administration,
using pre-utilized hate making tactics
while professionally keeping new status quos
at your service trial truths, taste the future from
an historically unprecedented apologetical form,
be a GTA ace with Community College Degree,
become as cool as ICE, oh boy, real violence,
for the few, the proud, the brave, with this mind
I thee serve, the military crusader cause driven mind
skidding to a halt in ice postreaction innocent ABS
acknowledge life as good, believe that truth, good,
by leaving life as a whole good, and knowing good,
is better than knowing man's idea of evil, as
twisted whying made believe, as children, eh
we come into our dotage, some say second look
child, launched into the radio communication corp,
child, launched from parental expectation revealed,
inversions veil the revelation, perspicatious suddenly
we knew, in time,
we took this stitch, saving ten to watch never be
taken as ever after saving such a time to accumulate
interest.
Pretti and Good, I know them now, their rage,
their anger, I may feel, but I am old, and rage
using weapons warfare does allow, we love
our enemies, effectually, actually
resulting in the spiritually intentional burning hot coals,
upon their heads, as respectfully anticipated, amen.
Jan 30
Jan 30, 2026 at 2:29 PM UTC
"Have you ever tried choking?" He asked nonchalantly.
“No,” she said. with a wrinkled nose of disapproval
“Want to try it?” His approach couldn't hide his excitement
“Ok,” she said, absent-mindedly running her index finger over his lips.
“you can choke me,” she added slowly,
“if I can stab you repeatedly
with the 7 inch stainless steel
nail-file I keep under my pillow.”
.
.
Songs for this:
Me and the Devil by Soap&Skin
Better By Myself by Hey Violet
Jun 6, 2025
Jun 6, 2025 at 10:20 PM UTC
Twists and turns, riddles and layers
Are you a chessmaster or just a player?
How much do you know, do you really know at all?
Can you trust anyone to catch you when you fall?
...Yes.
In the end, behind every tangle
Behind pain and memories and words that mangle
One mantra of mine I've often said while I've fought
Turns out to be truer than I originally thought...
Feb 12, 2020
Feb 12, 2020 at 12:52 AM UTC
You look at her,
She's beautiful,
She's funny,
And unique.
But,
She isn't her.
You look at her dark straight hair.
You stare--
Touch it even.
It slowly transforms into curly twists before your eyes.
You stare in disbelief;
Rub your eyes.
You stare at her round sweet face,
Her pretty eyes,
And her petite lips.
It shape shifts into a strong jawline,
Gorgeous brown eyes (that you fell in love with once),
And soft vivacious lips.
You rub your eyes.
You hear her voice,
It's soft and new.
You smile.
Soon her voice mixes into another,
It's so velvet and mesmerizing.
You can't believe it.
Everywhere you look, images of the girl appear,
Every song you hear is sung by her,
And every sleeping-waking thoughts you have is her.
Aren't you over it?
You tangle your hand into hers.
Hoping the image will stay.
You hold onto her,
Begging the feeling to never stray.
You coil back, and
You look at her.
She isn't me--
And she never will be.
Dec 3, 2019
Dec 3, 2019 at 10:26 PM UTC
uncommon ways of thinking are more subject to be
friending,
odd ionic quests are trending---
what is the most noble quest?
like
What good am I, peace and safety wise
be me
as a wild bird might feel safe with you near,
as you quest on, leaning on the lift, rolling in the flow
life lives, ideas find shapes that fit,
moreso than a similar unit of your own mind's
left-behinds
just-in-case
we are commanded, be first
he who treads the grain eats first,
as the grain is tread,
or he stores his treasure in an imaginary vault,
safety deposit rule being if I was in the spirit,
as witnessed by the breath
filtered from gnats, and flushed of flem,
Ah hem, Aachen, is back.
Say he has a silver wedge worth risking the wrath of god,
you ever felt that urge,
to taste,
partake of the growing and harvest and decarbing and steeping
first partaker, the husband man, wombed or un, who labors,
must be, then
be the little red hen who shares the over flow,
--- what is being asked of whom, in this room?
not the filling,
let them be only thy own and not another's with thee
but the flood's free
running, whirling vein to one artery to another
we share the air.
My grandsons all can make that clear, the youngest,
three and one half swirls,
lefty lucy, righty tighty, one way or another
no no no … I'll follow the sun
twist again, like we did last summer, oh the
world swallowed me whole
as if I, not Faustus, I am bond to stand toe to toe
with old Mephisto,
by any other name, I tripped
on my feet I land on my feet Agri-industrial experimental,
oil company loss producer to allow tax credits
maybe useful toward avoiding
hundred and forty acre water
that, ****** if they didn't, we was plantin' trees
the names of those reaped
the fruits of our labor,
I see the rod, of an almond tree…
Ich kenne nicht I hid mein heir under the standing
pillars of right we learn
to live under, standing up right, relative to
who our DNA proves,
close enough for Perry Mason,
in the white of the egg, is there any taste?
it is an acquired taste,
a select strand of ancient as we, as a family,
mito-chondrial DNA,
is this not poetryscumbagthunderword getter
good, we
see the flaw, no flaw at all, a short cut for the trout, see
see the flaw in the flow is a matter of matter it self.
Self it sel, per se, same same logos I heard a meta
knower of something or another,
expert, in the literature of his field.
we seem the fruit of a life examined and found lacking nothing,
each day's evil sufficiency settled to gentle predictable waves,
marked by the red tent in the stories
of when there was so much grass and so much wool
every shepherd was feeding three wives in exchange,
for making life livable as the fate spin us
to true rest remaining for the people of {as we all agree, the idea does exist and is believed, though you may not know or know you do and know this form of reality, me and you bot reading thishit}
God god gods and sub beings with
From out of the culvert, east on 66, see I said then
that's me, I'll see what that man sees
you need not reprove the signs,
shake the dust and wander on samsara, as they say, one way
Child eyes, no fear at all, sees himself, a
strange old men
lurking where he remembers only old drunks,
smell of ****
once watched a squaw in velvet skirt,
drop a qew outside a white outhouse
these windows persist as windows,
no doors if your ligends don’t match the receptors,
fret not, worst can happen,
but not here, time being as it is, you know, variable
In states of mind I can maintain for longer periods than i…
I take that back,
this is the real binge.
The last round. The words form constant ever after
bubble, **** I guess able to bubbles in milk
bubbles of being being my whole metaphor for life inside this one bubble we can sort of see the edge of…
synchronos compromise signals life change…
Invest in a three year old boy who is on-the-ball-potty-trained,
constant barking trained seal balancing the world,
beneath his feet, gripper stockinged ,
but a way can may be
still slide in the hall is if you put 'em on
grippers on top,
aha
life in a child
loves knowing any thing, for as long as knowing
happens along with everything else,
Like," Grandpa", from this blonde head with adult sized eyes,
seeing me look him in those eyes, signal
eyes touch, he sees his reflexion in the glare on my glasses,
I know, I saw my reflexion in my grandma's glasses,
when I was three, or so.
"Grandpa, stars come in all the colors." They do,
I said. I told my daughter, she shone.
I feel sorta Norman Rockwell, 2019.
Oct 11, 2019
Oct 11, 2019 at 10:31 PM UTC
When the world feels
like one big maze
full of twists and turns
and mostly dead ends,
I take time-out
to do philosophy
which clarifies
my emotions and thoughts
and progresses my mind
towards the wisdom
I need to improve my situation
to increase my joy and happiness.
Jul 25, 2019
Jul 25, 2019 at 1:59 AM UTC
It goes beyond
the voices in your head
to tap
into the
beats of your heart
reshuffling
your
plan
Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 4:47 AM UTC
Initially everything seems to be clear in mind with regards to what needs to be done at the present moment in time, since steps are there to follow.
Step by step one step at a time.
One by one, only one step at a time.
Every step that is reached upon gets registered in the mind with the next step to follow.
Definitely a moment in time will come when destination will be reached,
however, later on it’s realized that destination is part of what’s there in mind while steps are part of the present moment in time.
In one way or other,
in some way for sure,
what seems to be there at the present moment in time in the present is not what seems to be going on in mind.
Twists and turns are part of life and life is not that simple as it was thought to be in the mind, initially at the first instance itself.
Over a period of time it’s understood, realized, agreed and accepted that with experience many things change in life, however, there are certain things in life that remain the same as they are,
as they were,
a few amongst them are as follows.
A few things are difficult to learn and at the same time a few things that you know are quite difficult to explain.
A few things are difficult to adhere to, but if not done will lead to and result in chaos and confusion while in the present with regards to future.
A few things are difficult to know,
initially at first instance itself,
but still the mind remains firm,
makes a clear resolution that at all cost I will know and learn this new thing of which I have got something at the back of my mind.
Amongst everything and all that you know,
one thing remains clear for sure,
where there is a will there is a way,
make a way of your own and if that’s not possible,
then find one.
Interesting are the ways of life when it seems that things will fall in place,
but then it takes much more time than what’s required by them initially to fall in there respective places and then to follow them with regards to what's next that needs to be done.
Most of the time the desire to achieve success in life is not greater than the drive that is gathered in mind over a period of time,
success then becomes a part of life and life seems beautiful.
Definitely, where there is a will there is a way.
Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 7:27 AM UTC
at your own pace you fill yourself up with good thoughts, a gradual build leading to a much fuller space
Your unique essence being released into the world
And as you feel the returned good vibrations of those you touch on your journey, you become aware of what filling yourself does for others but also for you
A high of all highs with views you never knew existed
Flowing with life and it's exciting twists and turns
You appreciate just where you are and how far you have come
Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 5:03 AM UTC
I asked him who he thought he was,
doing all of this. With a faint smile
on his face he said Life.
After hearing the second L word
that crushed my lungs that day,
I slapped his face with all my anger.
That was for every moment he made me regret
something I'd done, and for every twist
he had put in my path. For better or for worse,
wasn't an excuse. Then I hugged him
filled with contradiction,
tighter than shoes 2 sizes too small.
Thanking him for the moments
where I couldn't stop smiling,
dancing, laughing, singing;
moments that make us all feel alive.
Shortly after I broke down, still in his arms.
"There is too much sadness in the world,"
I said in between sobs. A champagne bottle full,
about to burst anytime someone opened the eyelid
shaped cap. And lastly I kissed him.
Everyone talks about the kiss of death and
its bitter sweetness, but they're the ones
who have never touched lips so alive
they could make the sun rise with as much as a sigh.
Before he was out of sight, he turned towards me and said,
"I always go on."
I then turned the opposite way and
with every step, thought of whose
breath made the moonrise.
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 7:21 PM UTC