Don’t Waste
Don’t waste what you must
Even destined to spend,
Make your Legacy cast
Be upon earthly Land,

Where’s struggled and breathed
Timely Fire of Yours –
Let your Autumn be wreathed
After Spring’s been like Rose!..

Circles of Movements’re open
Structured in parallel, –
Don’t make down and slow,
Don’t say “Very well”,

When it seems pretty bad, –
Lie will not you conform:
And on fake don’t bet,
Let it even be a “Norm”!..

Obligation of Time –
Glimpses evaluate,
Putting Hours in Rhyme;
Days and Years to rate.

This is Duty of Joy –
Keeping mindful regards:
Let it first Time annoyed –
But the Last gets its Charts!..

Reading Passion
Reading Verses – like playing the Music,
Sound of Voice like an Orchestra working,
It’s a Score, sung alive by the choosing
Of the ways how to build up a Rocking –

That of Structures of Thoughts and of Feelings,
Points of their Interweaving’s affecting:
Reading Verses – Creation of Reading,
That’s Reality here creating!..

What’s Reality? Text and its limits
By the words between borders goes broader:
This is all pulsing Matter of Living,
Ever-moving Reliever and Loader.

Rhythm and Rhyme, just like copulation
Of a Male and Female pushes higher
Its Dramatic and its Inundation,
Latent Energy of Burning dire!..

How much of this Energy burst had
Fertilized Spiritual Essence
Hints that taste of Reality toasted,
Thus revealed through the Knowledge of Lessons.

Eyes and Ears in Mouth unifying
Activate through an Interpretation
Every Word, - Burst of Meaning like Dying,
Birthing Human in Thoughtfulness’ Passion!..

Whispering To Prove
Whispering’s sound is good
When the blowing wind outside
Is so lulling, not rude,
Just like embodying Light,

That the beginning of Spring
Anticipating, instills
In what is Coming to bring
And what Awaiting just wills…

Whisper this birdly, and flutes
Play fluttering Choirs around,
Lungs of the woodlands like lutes
For the Renaissance of Sound.

Wintery shape’s being transformed,
Contours of Rude to remove, -
Breath of the Breeze to enthrone,
Rule of the Air to prove!..

How Brave
How much Pain and Suffering’s
Needed to shape the Brain
And of the blatant Staggering
To supersede Disdain;

And all-denying risky Fall
Just to accelerate,
And of the sudden Take-and-Go
To make a Rushing straight;

And of the Overwhelming bold
Initiate the Rise,
And of the folly Mess of World
To get upgraded Prize;

And then arrange the Aftermath,
Memory keeping safe, -
How much longer will it last,
Knows the Future Brave!..

Camped Concentration
The camped Concentration –
Like fare of War –
Is silently raging
From door unto door,

And entering destinies,
Breaking the locks,
It hides under Rest-in-Peace –
One that evokes…

Invisible Commandants –
Dogs and the Guards –
From towers office run,
Given the charts,

Permitting restrictions,
Contacts isolate,
And governing Regions,
Free communicate…

The Culture’s Demand’s
Psychologically high
And Camp-Concentrants
For allegiance apply,

And each one is known
Who commonly dwells:
So pleasant became now
Both Numbers and Cells!..

Earthly Life Called
For shuttles space leaving,
Let’s Tissue create –
And fabric fulfilling,
It’s worthy ornate

With spirits and souls,
Appropriate forms
For Purposes mold
Instilling the Worth!..

Let shuttles – the Angels –
Be there in between:
According to ranges
And what do they mean,

Among their craft ships
Distribute the Thread –
And Demons like clutches
Let’s here implement!..

The shuttles start working –
All stitches in One:
Let’s tissue be rocking
And breathingly done,

And all space being filled in,
Let’s clutches then hold:
Such Wearing yielding
Is “Earthly Life” called!..

Dawn in “Z”
Dawn of Night has begun –
Birth of ashes from coals
Let in air be gone
In between burning Poles,

And the foam of smokes,
Cloud’s homeless surf,
Whirls through pools over rocks –
Windy Music of Orff…

Destination of Time
Is conditional Circle,
And the energies’ tide
Is Infinity’s gurgle –

To Producing absorb,
To Absorbing create:
That’s the Path Downward
Calls uphold and abate…

Evening – Firmament’s Dome:
Adamant is its stone,
Lapis-lazuli – throne,
Open here to atone.

Has Atonement begun?
Ask in front of Sunset:
Where Fulfillment is done,
“A” and “O” merge in “Z”…