Written between 2003 and 2015
Full of armour
For though the cowboy falls seven times,
He gets back on the course
He is a real one only after falling
alike Don Quixote, he sees adventures in every coming day
Bored is his enemy
alike Old Izergil, he stumbles through the thousand heartaches
but with the heart full open he marches towards a new day
every single day
He is invincible
'Alone' is his enemy
His hands are skilled,
His mind is sharp
He sees right through the hearts and weaknesses
He has mercy
for every single heart
Heart by heart
day by day
mystery by mystery
He is invincible.
Finally,
haunting spirit
in a moving train
soaking windows
and the falling rain
drops are forming
with transparent pain
that familiar figure...
oh,
it is you again
leave me, will you?
came to haunt me here
cannot you see my
desolated sneer
no emotion, I
left it all behind
my devotion
you will no longer find.
haunting spirit
in a moving train
soaking windows
and the falling rain
drops are forming
with transparent pain
that familiar figure...
oh,
it is you again
leave me, will you?
came to haunt me here
cannot you see my
desolated sneer
no emotion, I
left it all behind
my devotion
you will no longer find.
Slam the door
and do it louder!
So that the walls shutter
And the paint falls down
The ceiling cracks
and the floor collapse
Everything jumps up and nails down
Nailing your very common sense
Down to the maddening realization
That all these walls
Meant not to be here!
So that the walls shutter
And the paint falls down
The ceiling cracks
and the floor collapse
Everything jumps up and nails down
Nailing your very common sense
Down to the maddening realization
That all these walls
Meant not to be here!
To create with word is pleasurable
To create with a form or an image is a gift
To create in sorrow or loss
Create while taking off, leaning on the wings of a lone falcon
Fluttering over the valleys of the impossible and forgotten
Flying over the clouds of new dreams and tales
Which are about to turn into new fabrics or shapes and chronicles
Create and at the same time smile at the already woven wonderful morning
Full of beginnings and resurrections
In the name of the creator within yourself
Opening new currents of wind penetrating the chest with each flap of the wings
To Create
Early on
In a manner of oblivion
Under the scrutiny of delirium
Ghostly vapour bluntly narrates
A story without a storyline, alas!
with the naked observation of its muscle ..
Bloop sound.
Inadequate uttering
communicative electron
electrical bloop
WHO R U
upon here?
m m m
abstraction in a form
Pronoun from some noun
Proactive product of protrusion
Forward moving what?
U u u t
Do you even have a name?
Name yourself
State yourself
Introduce yourself
I demand that you must be known
Such is the nature of Me
Me me me and me
In My kingdom of PROnouns))
The rain
I miss you like the rain when the dew under the sunlight
is looking for its beginning
and asks the sun, – what am I waiting for?
perhaps you will hear my questions, since
you are in my dream, and it even possible that
you are real
because…
if you are then this world is real too
Words
how many words were there to express you
to nourish you to push you to avert you
to pull and close and leverage to spring
to open window into the sleeping dream
What frightens me is this:
the purpose of this talk…
the window opens alas what is in the pot
the bottom is described
alas
look at it
words ate each other.
It is real
My heart is beating next to yours
It is real
I can hear it !
let me tell you, - about
one note
that is
rippling through the midair
it sounds so pure and light
that it resonates in your head until the rain pours
after this expanse of mere washed away the last debris
the semiquaver would not seize
it keeps drawing you in
submerge, will you, you have no choice
forsake any attempt to bypass
passing you must through this vortex
of resonating sounds, metamorphosing images and fluid colours
of entertaining words and shifting schemes of paradigms
into a world where anything is possible
let it be my world
one note
that is
rippling through the midair
it sounds so pure and light
that it resonates in your head until the rain pours
after this expanse of mere washed away the last debris
the semiquaver would not seize
it keeps drawing you in
submerge, will you, you have no choice
forsake any attempt to bypass
passing you must through this vortex
of resonating sounds, metamorphosing images and fluid colours
of entertaining words and shifting schemes of paradigms
into a world where anything is possible
let it be my world
Lets throw away the words
Discard them as they always betray us
Or, our thoughts that do not portray us
They are only here to entertain us
To jingle with..
The Void
What can you be afraid of ... if not the dark
cold
empty
unlimited
vast
devoid of any humanity
The void of the universe...
Do you feel that you belong to this void, that indeed it is a part of you...That you are here and there at the same time
This dual nature of yourself
The void in you, through you and silence
COLD SILENCE
yet :) a question arises with a few options:
- this infinitive void wanted to speak so much that it created you
and me to speak
and from this premise comes
this infinitive silence definitely has something to say
and so the word is spoken
in fact, it even nags our peace
rings in the ears, in a multitude of thoughts, spreading in all directions
silence is not that bad in the end?
and perhaps it is not even cold
Or ! it is NOT the void
It can be warm and even hot
It can be very colourful
Not silent but have endless whispers
noisy or peaceful and ticklish
as cosy ticklish feather tips or woollen filament, - thoughts can comfort you in some conscious blanket, fluffy and warm...
There can be no void
Lets compromise
what does art meet?
..spirits, nature
the core of who you are
sounds
poetry
Transformation
the flux of elements
and
LOVE thus life
..spirits, nature
the core of who you are
sounds
poetry
Transformation
the flux of elements
and
LOVE thus life
The mind is the beast
It can run 100 000 km an hour
DRRRR drilling the surface
After a couple of circles
You are going to come back
To the same bench
And smile
It is another
Day
And all and you are still the same
It can run 100 000 km an hour
DRRRR drilling the surface
After a couple of circles
You are going to come back
To the same bench
And smile
It is another
Day
And all and you are still the same
something in the box
unwrapped…
what is it?
it is right here at the hand’s stretch
unreachable
being in love is like being in a dream,
living the dream
I am living the dream
EveryONE is a little WORLD
When I say I miss you
It is your world that I miss
Fear
I am giving you too much power
By being afraid of you
WHO ARE YOU !
If not me myself and the phantom of my failure
Подумать только
Ведь это плоть моего воображения
Моего искусственного желания
Твоего неистественного пребывания
Мне незачем бояться
Потому что страх мой мне подвластен
Я не есть ты
Я не страх
When darkness comes it forces you into a deep falsehood
Aware that no one can help you this moment
And you yourself cannot explain…
This inhuman darkness
Like a parasite
it falsifies You
against Yourself
What can I know if not that which is available to me…
Expressions
Impressions
Who am I?
A dreamer
Or
A dream
I want to run with you a marathon !
And
I want to run with you around the whole world
run run run
you left me
You may assume
That I am weak,
But it takes a hell of an effort to stand against my own self-deprecating arguments
A little bird
A sound, chirping through the window
someone said that
there are more things to say in C major…
a little sparrow
panicked, hiding with its broken wing
from the noisy road
the minor
and major
and all A’s B’s and C’s
called at me
Pink
The rain is pink
and the water is blue
I can love you
Only if you love me too
A light breeze has been travelling through the vast walls into the building. It has been carrying lazy Flamengo tune. In the street, a couple was slowly walking across the garden. He was taller than her about an inch. They walked and talked at the same time.
– do you know what I dreamt of this very night?
– of course not, tell me…
– there was the blue sea and a ship, somehow I was on it alone. I wandered along the cabin when I saw a bird knocking against the window to my right. When I opened it, it flew right towards me, sat on my shoulder and started to speak…
– and?
– and it said to me something that I could not understand. Do you know what it could mean?
– very interesting dream, she said – maybe we will understand it one day…
They smiled and walked around the corner. The sun was playing on the green grass and the clouds were smiling.
How am I, - You are asking…
Lying in the darkness
Listening to the silence
Feeling good
Ghosts
You know that there are ghosts in your room
One is of you and one is of me
I have a neighbour
like a brother to me
and so he is
in a sleeping cocoon of semi-shadow
with the pink image smiling at him
from the wall
saying cheers
for a new day
Today I saw the Devil in the Pot
And I knew that the more I gave to it
The more it grabbed of me
Its ugly greedy face
Splitting the boiling mass
He thought that he had the hold of me
He even managed to boil the time in a second
not yet!
I was far too stronger then he anticipated
I spat into his face with the triumph
No!
For it must be written-
And I knew that the more I gave to it
The more it grabbed of me
Its ugly greedy face
Splitting the boiling mass
He thought that he had the hold of me
He even managed to boil the time in a second
not yet!
I was far too stronger then he anticipated
I spat into his face with the triumph
No!
For it must be written-
‘…even though I am talking through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for though Art is with me ‘
Why painting now.
It is sad how lonely this world is among all these words that our minds absorb to feed on
Every single word disappears and leaves a blank empty spot on its place
words, thoughts, sentences
mutable, changeable
And, it is not what you see but the opposite,
Or it is not what the opposite but what you see
Silence is the only truth
Yet
Silence is torturous today
Immobile
You informed me this morning that your life has moved on
…and
I am looking around
from the shadow to the light
sideways
up and down
from the shadow to the light
sideways
up and down
defeated
where do I move
where do I shift
myself or my thoughts or my feelings
double sword
Like anything else my mind has its opposites
each one has different motives…
To stay on the better side
so to speak
one needs two things
the strategy and discipline
Ладно…. forgive me,
You know the truth is
I am in love with you beyond all measure
Beyond being lovers
Totally addicted to the thought of y
Beyond being lovers
Totally addicted to the thought of y
When you had too much of it, – you suffer since you failed to resist
When you have it just enough you suffer because you want more
When you did not have it, yet, you suffer from the expectation of having it
And the resistance of having it - is also suffering…
Switch it off.
noise
have a new fear
It is the noise
Should I attack it with silence
Yes
It is the noise
Should I attack it with silence
Yes
We are here to shine
swimming in the light’s rays
WithIN the abundance of time
everything else lays astray
Is this the road or flow?
as there are no signs aside
In this bright sunny day
There is truly nowhere to hide.
swimming in the light’s rays
WithIN the abundance of time
everything else lays astray
Is this the road or flow?
as there are no signs aside
In this bright sunny day
There is truly nowhere to hide.
STOP!
It is so peaceful here
in this moment that has eaten the time
words are floating away
only the sound
this sound…listen
where do you run
It is so peaceful here
in this moment that has eaten the time
words are floating away
only the sound
this sound…listen
where do you run
Stitching
along the line
Every stitch is fresh automatic and sound
There is no such thing as returning
along the line
Every stitch is fresh automatic and sound
There is no such thing as returning
The rain
I’d rather when it’s silent
when you won’t hurt me saying
that cold is this ambition and empty are these words
I wish I could have listened but that no longer matters
that memory I once kept
all gone, strange, is not it
but
There are few things that matter
they wake you when it’s raining
and I should be as stubborn as always I have been
when twinkling drops transform you
when dreams you have inform you
that all you wish is here
it’s all around you
There are few things that matter
they wake you when it’s raining
and I should be as stubborn as always I have been
when twinkling drops transform you
when dreams you have inform you
that all you wish is here
it’s all around you
a dream
when love was only my love and dream was only my dream
in the fog of this falsehood
and debris of my skilful mind
misery that we transform into beauty
motion paralyzed by stillness
realities that we create
the beauty we live to worship
false which is also real
real as it wants to be
in the fog of this falsehood
and debris of my skilful mind
misery that we transform into beauty
motion paralyzed by stillness
realities that we create
the beauty we live to worship
false which is also real
real as it wants to be
can I tell you something? This empty feeling would not go away, it is as if you are hungry, trying to eat, can even sense this growing appetite with penetrating frustration that taste won’t ease this emptiness.
From the bottom of a human heart
Came out a cry
This was INhuman cry
trying to understand its nature...
Came out a cry
This was INhuman cry
trying to understand its nature...
Lounge bar
Went to a lounge bar
Legs in the swimming pool
So important that you can puff
In negligence and bored achievement
Looks like you can be just that
And yet is it a pure
Self-expression or its functionality
Mocking importance or duality
Every time I construct my reality
The mind twists in its abnormality
Of neglect as if
And the painful one
Oh please i just want the peace
I keep it closer to the simplicity
Or declare that i am giving up
The importance
The acceptance
The money
And the swimming pool
The lounge and this not so crazy fool
Please please leave me the peace
I do want the only thing
With all the wickedness of this world
in me
I want peace and my place in it.
Legs in the swimming pool
So important that you can puff
In negligence and bored achievement
Looks like you can be just that
And yet is it a pure
Self-expression or its functionality
Mocking importance or duality
Every time I construct my reality
The mind twists in its abnormality
Of neglect as if
And the painful one
Oh please i just want the peace
I keep it closer to the simplicity
Or declare that i am giving up
The importance
The acceptance
The money
And the swimming pool
The lounge and this not so crazy fool
Please please leave me the peace
I do want the only thing
With all the wickedness of this world
in me
I want peace and my place in it.
You said..was there a smile?
’On your knees, I want to see you begging ‘
not because you have not felt it, but
mocking the nagging thing
with that vulgar reason
crying in your confused heart
....but
’Begging is no longer required’
I said
’smiling is all you have left -
’On your knees, I want to see you begging ‘
not because you have not felt it, but
mocking the nagging thing
with that vulgar reason
crying in your confused heart
....but
’Begging is no longer required’
I said
’smiling is all you have left -
you Outstripped your nature,
look
who is on the knees now
I beg you
Raise’
I beg you
Raise’
Is there peace on Earth?
NO.
Please,
do not leave me here
In this perplexity and darkness
without anyone to hold on to
in the coldness throughout the day
please
show me
where to create for you..if this is what you want
allow me at least someone
at some place
on earth
for this is all I can really bare.
Fears ARE the main potential for growth
I was and I am afraid of boredom - loneliness and - meaninglessness
The three dragons of pseudo cultures
They pushed me into self-destruction
Yet if you standstill
Open
Fearless
Promise yourself not to kill yourself
These demons will no longer frighten you, they will seize to exist
Promise and
Boredom will change into inspiration
stay away from addictions
Promise and
Loneliness will change into abundance
Standstill
Promise and
Meaninglessness will change into gratitude and appreciation
I do desire meaningfulness in everything I do,
everything I taste, everything I smell - everything I put inside of myself and lay my eyes on
I was and I am afraid of boredom - loneliness and - meaninglessness
The three dragons of pseudo cultures
They pushed me into self-destruction
Yet if you standstill
Open
Fearless
Promise yourself not to kill yourself
These demons will no longer frighten you, they will seize to exist
Promise and
Boredom will change into inspiration
stay away from addictions
Promise and
Loneliness will change into abundance
Standstill
Promise and
Meaninglessness will change into gratitude and appreciation
I do desire meaningfulness in everything I do,
everything I taste, everything I smell - everything I put inside of myself and lay my eyes on
И если боль тебя не сломает
Ты достигнешь пути
И возможно даже увидишь
Что это всё пустяки
Что это все просто и мило
Даже и не куда спешить
Что землей правит совсем не горе
А простой людский мир
Хотя вполне вероятно что ум твой
И не сможет всего понять
Что заблудет он в такие дебри
И землёй хоть пересыпай
И ведь разум твой может завернуться
В кой неведомый мрак
Заблудиться в нем и заспорить
Может всякий дурак
Как же свету мне здесь увидеть
Как узреть
Коль мне выпала эта доля, и ведь не знаю
Я теперь
Мне на лево иль на право
Где же путь
Здесь смеются а там пляшут
Что за плут
Мне все шепчет всё игриво
И не вижу я , ать
И один денек а за ним же
Перемены вплоть
Помутнили мне мой рассудок непостоянством вплоть
До того что я метаюсь вихрем
Плоть и в плоть
Эта плоть моя неземная иль совсем не так
Где же дурости тут слыхали ль
Мне словсем как в пах
Ты пожалуйста поверь мне
Ведь все совсем не так
Ты бы сбросил своё похмелье
И прям голым так
Улыбнулся да встряхнулся
и чем голее так
Тем все шире твоя улыбка
Распахнется в такт
Птицей белой тебя отдернет
И присесть никак
Ты запляшешь пожалуй
Ведь так же
Если миром правит всё она же
Она же
Одна простая
Любовь
И возможно даже увидишь
Что это всё пустяки
Что это все просто и мило
Даже и не куда спешить
Что землей правит совсем не горе
А простой людский мир
Хотя вполне вероятно что ум твой
И не сможет всего понять
Что заблудет он в такие дебри
И землёй хоть пересыпай
И ведь разум твой может завернуться
В кой неведомый мрак
Заблудиться в нем и заспорить
Может всякий дурак
Как же свету мне здесь увидеть
Как узреть
Коль мне выпала эта доля, и ведь не знаю
Я теперь
Мне на лево иль на право
Где же путь
Здесь смеются а там пляшут
Что за плут
Мне все шепчет всё игриво
И не вижу я , ать
И один денек а за ним же
Перемены вплоть
Помутнили мне мой рассудок непостоянством вплоть
До того что я метаюсь вихрем
Плоть и в плоть
Эта плоть моя неземная иль совсем не так
Где же дурости тут слыхали ль
Мне словсем как в пах
Ты пожалуйста поверь мне
Ведь все совсем не так
Ты бы сбросил своё похмелье
И прям голым так
Улыбнулся да встряхнулся
и чем голее так
Тем все шире твоя улыбка
Распахнется в такт
Птицей белой тебя отдернет
И присесть никак
Ты запляшешь пожалуй
Ведь так же
Если миром правит всё она же
Она же
Одна простая
Любовь
Любить да пригубить
Слыхал такое
Пригубить !
С размахом Взлета, Огромною волною
Всей тяжестью Разбиться Запыхаясь
перегубить любовью задыхаять
Перекусая губы до крови
Ненасыщаясь жаждою своею
Остановиться слишком поздно
И нельзя
Творить словом это наслаждение
Творить образом это подарок
Творить в печали или потере
Творить при взлете облокотясь на крылья одинокого сокола
Порхающего над долинами невозможного и забытого
Пролетающего над облаками новых мечтаний и сказок
Которые вот вот превратятся в новые ткани строения и летописи
Творить и при этом улыбаться уже сотканному чудесному утру
Полному начинаний и воскрешений
Во имя творца внутри себя
Открывая новые потоки ветра проникающие в грудь с каждым взмахом крыльев
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