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Hey, here's the podcast by Maria Loving World. By diving into the audible poems, you'll discover the magic world of feelings from a different angle. Mysterious, conscious, inspiring... Vivamus atque amemus Make a contribution on https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/marialovingworld
Volcanos are burning under the oceanWe can't stop them nowVolcanos are bursting with lava in motionVolcanos are heating the ground...
.As if painting on canvas, trace the lines of my body, With every brushstroke, evoke my desire so heady. Like a predator on the prowl, stalk me with your eyes, And in one swift move, leave me gasping for your prize.Let your fingers comb through my hair, As your lips the color of ripe cherries ensnare. Tie me up, tease me, make me yours, Lead me to the edge, with pleasure as our only cause.From tender whispers to frenzied screams, Let our bodies entwine, fulfilling our dreams. As we soar to new heights, with every touch and kiss, Let the fire of our passion never cease or miss.In every word, let the ocean's voice be heard, A symphony of pleasure, a chorus of every bird. Draw me in, take me over, and make me yours, In a journey of ecstasy, where our love forever endures.So take me as I am, with all my tales and scars, And together we'll create a masterpiece, under the moon and stars.
.In the vast expanse of space, so cold and vast, A giant planet spins with rings so vast, Saturn, the jewel of the solar system, Bathed in the fiery light of the sun's prism.Beneath the rings of ice and dust, Lies a world of beauty and mystic lust, Its storms and winds in constant motion, A dance of nature, a cosmic commotion.In the sign of Aquarius, Saturn now stands, A symbol of freedom, a beacon for all lands, For souls that seek to break free from chains, And soar to new heights, unbound by constraints.The red planet Mars is active, too, A warrior spirit, a call to pursue, A passion to explore, to conquer and fight, And leave behind the darkness, to bask in the light.With the sun shining bright, Saturn burns, A radiant jewel, its lesson learned, That even in the face of heat and pain, Beauty and wonder will forever remain.
.In the cosmic symphony, the planets dance,A graceful waltz in a celestial expanse, Mercury, Jupiter, Mars, Earth in a row, A cosmic orchestra putting on a show.Our roots lie in the universe so grand,A cosmic origin, a vast wonderland, We ponder our destiny, our purpose here, On this soulful journey, seeking to persevere.Reflections of the universe reverberate, Echoes of our souls in a cosmic state, We seek happiness, fulfillment in our lives, As we travel through time, we reflect and strive.Quantum mysteries, miracles galore, A journey of discovery, and so much more, The human quest for knowledge and understanding, To reach for the stars, forever expanding.We stand on Earth, but our hearts take flight, As we gaze upon the stars, our souls ignite, In this cosmic dance, we find our place, In this vast universe, we are but a trace.So let us seek the wonders of the skies, And embrace the melodies that harmonize, For in this cosmic dance, we have a part to play, To light the way, and make our mark each day.
.Through the prism of time, in years to come, When all the pain and hurt will be undone, You'll come to know the simplest of truths, Nothing is forever under the moon's roof.You'll cherish every moment, every day, When love had made you lose your way, You'll scroll ahead, beyond the past, And find that hurtful memories don't last.It's okay to move on and start anew, To find someone who brings out the best in you, Not everything of value can be bought, True love and friendship can never be lost.Not all of our dreams will come to be, But maybe it's better that they remain free, Unconstrained, forever in our mind, Where they shine like the stars of every kind.Through the prism of time, after many years, When all the dust has settled and disappeared, You'll see that life has a mysterious way, Of turning bad things into good, come what it may.Let the melody of life carry you along, As you dance to the rhythm of an eternal song, With every step, you'll find your way, You'll see the beauty of every single day.
Ships sailing to the east, Like birds in the sky they fly, Leaving us behind in peace, With memories that slowly die.A leaf falls from the tree, With secrets of paradise lost, A reminder of what used to be, And what came at a high cost.The sea stretches far and wide, A canvas painted by the sun, With every ship that's in sight, Another chapter has begun.As the wind carries away, The ships and the fallen leaf, We're left to face another day, Wondering what lies beneath.The ships may be gone, But their journey lives on, As we hold onto the memories, Of what's come and gone.
Inevitably, the river flows through the meadows green, Inevitably, the maiden fair falls for a warrior's gleam, Oh, she loves him so, but she doesn't want to hurt, Only the river whispers secrets to her in an undertone so curt.Only the pure river knows what to do,It holds all the answers, it's wise and true, Oh, lovely maiden fair, look into the river's eyes, Oh, beautiful and clear, let your heart be wise.The hour will come, and you'll be perplexed and worried, But still, put on your red sarafan, you mustn't be hurried, Oh, dress up, dress up in your finest attire, The river and fate will lead you to your heart's desire.Oh, dress up, dress up in your finest attire, The river and fate will lead you to your heart's desire.In spring, the maiden fair had her destiny laid, And in the red summer, her sarafans were made, Then came the autumn, with its golden, leafy trails, And winter gave her snowy sleds with horse's tails.Oh, sleds with horse's tails, how they shone in the light, As the maiden fair rode away, all pure and bright, Heavyhearted, yet happy, her fate was sealed, Her destiny fulfilled, and her heart truly healed.Oh, you, lovely maiden fair, Eyes so bright, so rare,Your life was hard, but full of joy, AAs the river and fate played their coy.Inevitably, the river flows through the meadows green, Inevitably, the maiden fair falls for a warrior's gleam,Oh, she loves him so, but she doesn't want to hurt, Only the river whispers secrets to her in an undertone so curt.
Beyond the right and 'wrong' There is a field... An open space, a shield... And I will meet you there... A field surrounded by forest, Where stars are falling down to grass... Where time is steady, days don't pass... Where Souls descend into the grass. The world is crowded to talk... You better hold my hand, let's walk... Ideas, languages and any phrase you say - No longer they make sense... ...we are two tiny in the immense... Two lost who hide in order to dispense Their inner feelings... What a Field!.. May everything just flow, just let it go - whatever unfulfilled.
The angel is tired, the angel is tired - He's helped everyone all day long. Two poorly unloved recently met; Destined to the full loneliness, They faced their happiness. The Angel's talked to old grandmother. He asked her all about the sores. He drank a hot tea with a sugar bun, To bring joy to the woman He's quietly sung... He's caught the baby, that looked out the window - She almost flew away with the titmice... Then them together guessing funny riddles - There's not another chance or compromise. He's got a little cat from the rooftop - The angel worried about the small creature. He brought to doctors and the patient Hope - Being unnoticeably helpful is His feature. He calmed anxiety in restless hearts... He loved these people sometimes very strange. He loved these people - elderly and children. They ain't strangers, often look like angels, Believers in the miracles and fairy tales, Defenceless in their kindness, Them being open to the wonders... And such an angel... He's everywhere With everyone...
The angel is tired, the angel is tired - He's helped everyone all day long. Two poorly unloved recently met; Destined to the full loneliness, They faced their happiness. The Angel's talked to old grandmother. He asked her all about the sores. He drank a hot tea with a sugar bun, To bring joy to the woman He's quietly sung... He's caught the baby, that looked out the window - She almost flew away with the titmice... Then them together guessing funny riddles - There's not another chance or compromise. He's got a little cat from the rooftop - The angel worried about the small creature. He brought to doctors and the patient Hope - Being unnoticeably helpful is His feature. He calmed anxiety in restless hearts... He loved these people sometimes very strange. He loved these people - elderly and children. They ain't strangers, often look like angels, Believers in the miracles and fairy tales, Defenceless in their kindness, Them being open to the wonders... And such an angel... He's everywhere With everyone...
As promised all without deceiving, The sun turned up in early afternoon... An oblique stripes of saffron, I can't help believing, Slide down tenderly, Touching a curtain soon... It covered with hot ochre The neighboring woods and houses, My bed, my pillows and my hair and cheeks. The sun goes up and up, it never drowses On summer days and endless summer weeks... Am I still dreaming or it's my reality - Sweet amber honey August and its bright temptation? Mortality turned into sudden tiny immortality - Almost unnoticed, but well-known transfiguration...
You walked in a crowd, apart and in pairs, Suddenly someone remembered that today sixth of august old Transfiguration.
Ordinarily light without flame Comes on this day from Tabor, And autumn, clear as a sign, It draws the eyes to itself.
And you went through the petty, beggarly, Naked, quivering alder In the ginger-red cemetery forest, Burning like a printed gingerbread.
With its hushed peaks Neighboring the sky is important And the voices of cocks Called to each other for a long time.
In the forest as a government surveyor There was death among the churchyard, Looking into the face of my dead, To dig a hole in my height.
Was physically felt by everyone A calm voice nearby. That former voice is my visionary It sounded untouched by decay:
"Farewell, transfiguration azure And the gold of the second Savior Soften with the last caress of a woman I am the bitterness of the fateful hour.
Farewell, years of timelessness, Farewell, abyss of humiliation A challenging woman! I am your battlefield.
Farewell, spread wingspan, Flight of free perseverance, And the image of the world, revealed in the word, And creativity, and wonderworking.
Overtaking the speed of light The mind is racing over ages... In the depths of the poet's delight A line is following another line laying down on the snow-white pages... Shaking off the gray dust, Pray She will and sing She must - She will tell you a magical story About the times wild and hoary Overtaking the speed of light...
Can you walk with my shadow along the edge of the soul? ...Where for half of a lifetime there's no sleep and no goal. Forgotten, unlikely to start gutting again, It won't work even blindly, not worth trying the same. Divide gaps into "after", Divide all the "before" The rain washed our laughter Slamming the door... Weaving loneliness into Your tiny home, Where the traces, your traces don't remember the road... Can you walk with my shadow Along the edge of a meadow, Everything's become mere, The most vital thing is You are here.
In front of the morning rays Towards the solar miracles - The world comes out to embrace Carrying the sky made of particles... Everything will wake up, Everything comes to life, Silence is breaking the night, Bringing the ultimate light, Warmed in the sunny arms... Keeping all summer charms, A day will be born in love with the dawn, Filled with the heavenly caress, With the bird's beautiful trills On its cherry breezy crimson lips... A day will come!
Well, tell me, have you ever been in love? Tell me, if the dawn has ever floated at your home?.. And doves were circling overhead, Dancing the whitest minuet?.. Tell me, have blizzards sung in your bedroom? Have you read all your rhymes and poems to her? In every single look you were... looking for a friend, whom you could name your soul-mate?.. Have you been hiding somewhere in a nook, writing a line by line of a new book... For her? Have you been standing at the station, Inhaling the fragrance of the trains, Have you been dealing with temptation To disappear, to vanish in the rains?.. Well, tell me, have you ever cried, Sobbing with bitter happiness at night, While desperately dreaming about her?.. Well, if you know at least a little... So if you know about the times It means for you, not for another, I've written all my crazy rhymes.
The sea will tenderly embrace, And bury in its golden sands while fishermen are casting fishing nets... While fishermen are casting there a fishing line, Our souls are catching here a rushing tide... There is nowhere to hide - Forgive me. So late at night, we're laying in a puddle Someone here needs the air and cuddle, but touches are much less, than even subtle... Forgive me. Our clothes got water, we are stuck We stuck so tight... I think, the sun fell over, And out of the sudden it is quiet, We can't hear clocks and seagulls, You are in sand as if in bronze, I am not sure that it is legal.. But anyway, forgive me. The sea will tenderly embrace, Bury us in the golden sands... Is it a chance? Forgive me.
On the roads that were split by fate Give me your hand so that there is no fear Give me a hand or two... I'm not sure... of anything.
Oncoming cars on the road Give me your heart to hold And our joy will be eternal... Prove me, we are the only, at the beginning of our story...
And we will write another song - Take me there under common dome which is above the inner sorrow On-road and off-road Let's start believing in 'tomorrow'. I will return to you - the heart, the truth, Your hands, your joys, your dreams, the life you choose... And on the roads that were split by fate Give me your hand, Please, give me your hand.
I don't have a TV, And I don't use any messenger. Can you recognise me? Can you feel me In the crowd of a random stranger? I'm like a small tealeaf dancing in the white heat... Can you talk to me? Can you see me whatsoever? I've become a stranger to myself, Giving love and hope to abstract people... Ain't no all alone, but deeply lonely 'self', Sometimes being cured by neighbourbooks taken from my shelf or nearer... Well, I talk to them, And sometimes they talk to me... Noone's heard my recent "help" - And my "be or not to be".
The voice of the wind is like a wild horse The voices of the winds hoarse But there are singing summer thunderstorms... I've written everything, but not the destiny of yours... I have no choice, just to confess In the deepest inner deliverance... I have no choice, but let you go We used to have a strong resemblance of the Soul, now it's the biggest difference... Still remembering who you are, I could almost lose my mind: How to convey your weightless trail Through the rhyming words of mine? How to convey the nerves sway Or a sudden tender touch of yours?.. How to convey your multiple roles In my loving worlds?.. Maybe, it used to be One of the strongest connections.
To hear a woman when she is silent - A task impossible for many... Who knows, a heart is only vibrant, But is there ever any... Impossibilities of silence?.. Can she be heard in sadness or in happiness, in emptiness, in her miraculousness or in her sacredness and her sweet tenderness? In mute reproaches and in ardent passionate confessions? In her sudden hysterical crying and in her unique cheerful laughing? Delighted, maybe disappointed? Can she be heard?.. What is she being silent about - Her soul, her heart... No doubt, The secret's got its magic keys She may be silent, but she speaks... Just look into her eyes...
I won't tell anyone what my tiredness is Not to hear in response, That I am a smith of my miraculous fortune and happiness... Am I looking for their best advice? Before I say anything, I will think twice... I won't tell anyone what my darkness means Not to hear in response, That it is just a mist that happens before the sunrise... I only ask my Angel in the twilight what it's all about And I will ask to let me go, When there is no way out.
Oh, I would take it all for everyone - I'll take the every rhyme in our life delirious... I'll take a pine, and dipping it into Vesuvius, in heaven - I'll write a word, a single word of mine: H E L P!
Capital letters,
And Letters, That have been sent worldwide Nothing really matters Nothing's left in our wounded heart A dash! And just an empty mind
We can't do anything... With the sincere repentance: H E L P! Applying to the Angels, Martyrs and the Lord With love and hope In final throw the very last chord H E L P!
The sky in May is like turquoise, The march is being played and it's victorious! I looked into my grandma's eyes, I saw a fragile tiny girl at once And at the same time - she's a warrior! That hungry rear, that war, a mortal fear... Is twelve a lot or it's a little? Alone she stands - nobody near And from above it is a whistle... It is a whistling falling bomb. Someone was screaming, then it's calm, And then it is completely calm, it's dark and silent. The trouble laid like cemetery cross - The only breadwinner left for the front. The girl could not believe in loss She thought, it was a namesake in the funeral...
Keeping these memories alive in their heart, Grandparents of the war still do not sleep at night, Staying with us by our side Praying for us - for the post-war children.
She is writing the poems On Friday night... By the light of the crying candles... He was a friend of hers, But why Has he decided to join the Angels?.. He was a friend... Why are friendships coming to the end? Why is the wind whispering songs to heavens? Why is the time once shifting to the sand? I felt your presence, I often felt your presence...
Searching within yourself for answers... Does sadness in public become laughter? Alright. Then, what is after? Twilights... Twilights... And finally Friday... The inner law 'Do not reveal your secrets' is perhaps the most correct of all... What mistics! Friday we used to be stick to Friday... But she can't stand it anymore...
Tea is over, just come to me... When you know that there's no more power, when the darkness seems to be so unbearable - Come to me in that difficult hour. When your life has become so similar to the plots of the terrible dreams... When your routine's become so regular, So it drops you into fatigues Come to me, I will find a few words for you, I will find for you hundreds of words... I will find for you million roads, Ridding of fears and anxieties, Ridding of all insecurities... Come and scream out loud, Keep silence... Come just something to say In the spring or in summer to stay, In December, in March or in May Or when there is noone to go to, Come, when you need someone to warm you Come anytime to me...
Burning in the eyes, blocking up the sun, among the echoes of the screams of yesterday's children, We are strangers in a crowd of people with guns, like armless lambs in the eyes of bloodthirsty beasts and their grasping fingers. A hindrance... Let it be just a nightmare, Let it be just a nightmare, Only a mist... Covering each other at the corners of our homes, in the cold cellars and empty stops, We're reading, we're whispering prayers, forgetting about the sharp nails in our own hands... There's no one who understands Until they go through hell themselves... It's tense... Our future has become a fog - a white door that we cannot enter... But there's no hatred anymore, No hatred! We poured love into jars, splashing the last drop from the bottom to the ruins of the path... Undressing each other, Reflecting the scars, We live, we leave, we pass... Away like stars in the abyss of the black pupils...
Listen, no, you have nothing to do with me I'm not good, nor sensible, nor cooking lunch or dinner - I am a reckless dreamer... A random traveller, who's going from one 'nowhere' to another... I am a loving woman, I am a beloved mother... I am a womb, I am a heart, I'm here to call you To restart... To start from scratch, To start from love To read the sacred signs coming from above I'm on the rooftops catching shooting stars... I'm satellite flying to Mars I will repay you with my novels, rhymes and poems, just don't ruin your life - Strive to restrain, or please, resign.
You're brave. You can do anything - You pass and overcome, you reach the top You find and give, you share, forgive and bring Your mind to understand, Your soul to comprehend... You're brave, even though you're afraid to wait, Rushing from entrances to exits Being so painfully tormented - You run, you stand - It comes the worst - You are confused in empty corridors You burst into te-ars... But... You can do anything, Obtaining freedom in your art You always listen to your heart That's why your courage is so obvious...
I need a wooden bow and arrows... I would protect you bravely, never hiding in the narrows... A pair of thin-soled sandals and ripped jeans A leather belt - To show what my rebellion means... I need a voice... quiet and precise - I'd sing you tender lullabies... At night you'll know the taste of my delight, You'll see the naked moon without shadows You'll savour it till afternoon without any measures, but with much pleasure and much pride. I need a hunger... teasing and so soft - satin and velvets, summer wine with petals...So oft I've recreated the mosaic of my world I've read the hidden ornaments of life In passionate and accurate sincere rhyme... The rhyme of my love... I need a town - Calm, dark, ancient, with the brown roofs I need a house that you choose, A piano and sheet music, and a door to leave my fears behind... Make tea and whisper in an undertone... Be mine, be yours, be mine... Your snow-white shirts, my dressing gown I need a wooden bow and arrows... Tenacious thoughts and a strong body Feminine? Boyish? Maybe none? I need a lot with You, Nobody else, but You...
We used to run and always barefoot We ate everything what we ever could - up to the mood Lilac with rare five petals Somewhere in our neighborhood Acacia with its dubious sweetness...
Some peas and surely with the green pods, Green apricots and apples, Gooseberries and cherries Along with cherries we ate cherry pits... And even resin, just some bits ;)
In summer rains we jumped over the puddles... In winter frosts we used to crunch some icy snow We wanted everything, that doubled Our happiness, that only used to grow...
We were nursed by the Earth and protected She played with us and spoiled like a kind grandma And treated us with love from early morning Until the velvet darkest night...
We washed our braids with the rainwater, The wounds were treated with plantain... How I want to go back to that life or a sort of What the happiness is - I can explain!..
Where the Earth opened Her palms to us, Filled with wonderful gifts and treasures And treated generously and lovingly With dusty, but clean fruits without measure.
We didn't use to clean We didn't use to wash anything, We simply used to eat and go... Well, when was it? Long time ago When all the trees were very tall...
Hello, my Ocean, Echoes of my steps How many years Have I been waiting for a meeting?!.. My heart's been beating with the waves Being embraced so warmly by sunrises, Caressing dreams, and feelings, conversations... My memory still stores all observations with tender young and everlasting passion... Both - inner peace and inner storms, compassion... In the backwaters of emotions The lighthouse... Looking for someone... While in the farest turquoise Ocean An abandoned and lonely boat Hopelessly seeking for a harbor... Where is the quiet land of God? Sometimes it seems, it's never been much harder... That heavy earthly load... Behind the broken rocks Quietly the surf roars Whispering, and even whistling windy songs While unreliable my steering wheel Is leading me to You... Somewhere the distance... and the horizon is dividing sunsets in a half Echoes of my steps... Echoes of my heart With all the sense of motion... Hello, my dear Ocean... Hello, my Ocean, let me start my quiet conversation with an Angel
Here the glow of the stars is slowly turning into rust the eyes are covered with cataracts... You are immobilised but still alive Just laying in the grass... Imagine better not what is the thought?..
I've hold a moment in my chest... An echo in my soul "You've lost your nest, You've lost your nest... Your nest" Is there a chance? There is no chance... Forget the past, forget the rest, Forever broken is your heart, it's hard, too hard... how to restart?..
I'm burned...
A dream, which just in vain will not come true: While I am going through... A golden-winged bird's swinging on a rowan branch... A century ago One sage once told me... Hold your dream - In hot in cold in frost just hold it. What am I capable to handle?..
One freezing night... No more delight... Again... One more... The war is going on somewhere inside in parallel with me And I can't stop it. Stop it Stop it.
A little frost the branch is trembling, the juice of berries oozes to the ground... The golden-winged bird is afraid of sound The bird of peace is terrified by view... One move of tired wings... Maybe, a few... Away she is... Am I renewed or resurrected?
And when I finally exhale, I'm all dried up, evaporated.
I've hold a moment of that joy in my chest... And I can't breathe I am alright with this... Is it a dream, reality or mist? What is the gist?
It's waiting for its time. You'll see the sign... The inner calling.
There, where the glow of stars is slowly turning into rust I saw again in parralels of rain The golden-winged bird... And I heard Its magic singing...
If not so, why am I living?..
The winter cold won't set - The door to the house is closed. Milk, cinnamon, honey, the petals of rose - Her coffee is sweet after roast, Her coffee for those, whom she met...
The young god is sleeping in the crib - The night is calm and moonless... Sit at the window, dear Goddess, And gently touch the strings of harp As if the branch is touched by falling star...
They will respond, just touch - Warming the month of She-Wolf, Your melody is raising high above the roof, Awakening the living rule, The Universe is quietly swaying...
The song is gently sung to the end - Song of the seasons: winter, spring and summer The gift of love to hearts is to discover, The rhythm of purifying rain - the drummer Is coming to the land...
The winds of February are prickling. Only a candle shining in the window, The ancient clock is quietly ticking The Earth is breathing the new air... Dreaming of a new spring is fair... Foreseeing miracles...
Every day without you is empty, Every hour without you is lost... I live and breathe your magic scent In the power of feelings - sometimes like a ghost... I were without you like a ghost... I were lost.
I'll give you everything without looking back For you I will take the burden of track, And I'll follow you in your footsteps Creating the infinite love-maps Love-maps!
🌫️ How I loved, how I longed what's a thing! For the name of the love I forgot everything... Life was filled with his Soul We're one heart We're the whole... Dissolving the ambition as it was just a smoke With the firm decision To catch his dreams awoke To catch every his breath Every his touch and gesture Expression of his face To love without the measure And soften with caress Every occasional protest While turning from a walk On cool and chilly days Warm with the hottest breath His cold but melting hands To love so much and kiss Do not demand the truth While sitting at his knees Waiting for glance, that's smooth... To love so much and go Along the cliffs in row To sacrifice one's soul To love without control To overcome the danger You need to be an Angel You need to be an Angel...
February was silently shining Through the clouds... Through the random sounds... Through the sharp splinters of ice... And branches only... Shaking Naked them lonely reminded her of her deep ache... But February did not believe the darkness And painted with rays her long orgasms On a white glitter sheets... One touch - one push She pressed "delete"... But February did not get tired of revenge - Sweeping away her sorrow, It brings a chance, a choice, a change Not later, than tomorrow... February laid a huge white canvas For her who's looking forward. For all the people reaching stars Helping start over... February was silently shining Through the clouds... Through the random sounds... Through the sharp splinters of ice...
My beloved, sleep well... May the dream be sweet and quiet entrusted to the house, dusk and February, which is so tired... Sleep well, my sweetheart, my beloved, until the dawn... Until the night is gone.
While I, the loyal guardian of princess The dragon, and the knight of sword will be protecting all your air dreams according to the honest fairy tale law.
Sleep well, my beloved, Please, sleep tight... do not remember daytime idle worries I will become a faithful dog by your side To guard the secret stories, all your stories... Absorbed by magic night, Sleep tight...
There will be no rain drumming on the slopes of the roofs, machine sirens, night city noise I'll make a dome over us while my tender voice is singing quietly lullabies to you...
My beloved, sleep... But in your dream catch all that I can feel without effort- The currents of my love are roaming in the room, matching your peaceful breath... I'm here with you - Whatever it takes, I'm here with you. Forever
When a man gets a dog, He gets an autumn forest, He gets an early morning fog, A moon, dozens of stories - When a man gets a dog...
When a man gets a dog, He starts a friendly dialogue, Since then he hasn't been alone, the good mill grinds the greatest stone, It has become the strongest bond When a man gets a dog...
Wounded children, wandering around the world, They work and talk, drink coffee with sugar or salt. It is vital for children to find Someone, to whom in the evening they come side by side...
Wounded children, They hate the severe wind They can't stand quarrels, They are looking for a proper hinterland. In those, who walk beside These children need to see: "I need you just to be" Is it reality or our wonderland?
Wounded children No way, They won't trust the heart, they won't open the door They are constantly "smart" Their parent once said: "Keep your back straight. Don't be afraid"
Wounded children are walking the planet. They like taking photos, they say "nevermind" But all that we need is To sit next to someone, Stop chasing the duty Put it on mute... But all that we need is To exit that maze, And all that we need is a silent embrace...
May the roof never fall on you and the friends gathered under it never leave May them the honest become your crew May us keep going, share moments, believe...
May you always keep warmth on a cold night May there be a full moon on a dark night, May the longest way lead to your door May you be happier than ever before...
Autumn and Woman are very Alike Autumn's capricious, a Woman as well... Autumn is both - warming and tender A woman is the boundless surrender...
Autumn may be cold and harsh The woman is domineering, a little daring Autumn will paint with a cold brush A woman as well, she'll be giving and sharing
Autumn is a mushroom and foggy season A woman sometimes cries for no reason... Autumn is always rainy in the middle, A woman is a secret mysterious riddle...
Both are so gorgeous Both are godlike Autumn and Woman are very Alike...
I'm paying my dues Vinyl with old blues... is spinning around in my mind... [what a sound!] Remember the house somewhere in the south somewhere in the east... that has been your gist... You have leaved your place in order to chase The fragile happiness... Emptiness embraces the world... In mad October Sober So sober We've never been before
I long to hear your heartfelt "hello" to my embarrassing "hello"... A lot is vain in life if not so... if the loved ones are not with us, we also ain't the whole... Pride is not counted to be the hindrance, Forgiving is the most important thing You'll know the value of a person As soon as you are left without him... And suddenly you realize it and now you also hasten to hug me... My palms are filled with tenderness - Let's rise it! Don't hesitate, just come to me!..
The scent is smoky, the taste is wine - The air is acrid - I draw a line... A hint of pepper and mountain ash, Pouring some red juice - Time makes a dash. Velvet in shadows to overflow Light's smoothing some strokes and bring some hoar... Rich multicoloured The foliage kaleidoscope: Madeira colour and gold to drop... The sun is melting In envelopes... The viscous resin On the pine bark And we are diving Into the dark... A piece of corduroy touching the grooves You're putting off that all - with gentle moves... Sun's slipping down To the cobwebs You're coming to me By silent steps... We're falling down on the warm grass touching each other - The hottest palms... Losing the track of time - losing the paths We're filling with love Our lonely hearts... The roots and forests rich autumn gardens, where there are ripe plums, apples, anise... Where there's rich and juicy harvest - branches are bending close to the ground... Fragrance is melting In the dense warmth The oak is hung with brown acorns; A row of tight moss Suede mushroom tops crossing the edge of the rich forest... Fruitful as from a horn Abundance - it's the time when we were born again in silence...
Millions of women love the autumn For the rains, the cold and fall of leaves... Carefully they measure doses - Coffee, Bitter chocolate, Believes...
The late autumn hoar sunrises And harsh wind, thick morning fog... Coffee, Chocolate, Surprises, And the thoughtful soulful dialogue...
And the special scent of chrysanthemum, Slightly cool and mint, and colder scent Clearer understanding of the spectrum Clearer colour wave and band... Coffee... Chocolate... Temptation... Closer look and silence, Revelation...
Millions of women love the autumn... For the leaves, the ringing rainy streams... The precisely measured doses ain't forgotten - Coffee... Chocolate... A kiss...
Do you know autumn?.. [it's for the strong] Autumn knows where to hit and to go... Autumn sees through the coat and sweater Fall knows you all Your every millimeter... It's something hidden in your chest... and what is hidden in the rib cage like notes between the strings of a guitar, Fall deftly picks up with a fingernail and whispers with a sneer: oh, here you are... If summer is the flight of the spread winds The autumn throws straight to the abyss, Rain plunging into your palms with no hints you wander blindly in the dark and know that here it is... or still come up with a strange way to kindle a fire... [at least just for a while] While someone's gathering the splinters Another's looking for a shard of light in houses and souls there is delight that warm them in the severest of winters. [Someone will buy themselves a lamp and will immediately be delighted] Someone will strike with just one match... No light is needed in the fall, All after all, there is no fire warmer than a single touch.
The heart of every mother has a scar Like the night clear sky is lighted by a star Every cry of her child leaves tiny scars reminding us a million of brightly beaming stars... Child's broken knees and bruises, fever, cough The scars are added as if never were enough... Without those marks moms have no hearts... Not just a few scars, dozens... Myriads Of countless sleepless nights... The very first offenses - small from the first sight With every new scar hotter is the mother's heart...Despite it all, she has a view: - Do not be scared, my love, I am with you.
Meanwhile, her children are becoming grownups at once They come and go, they meet and bounce While comprehending bends of adult life, They struggle and strive... But still their moms are gathering their bigger scars... imprints of pain, they feel they know, but they cannot complain... This bond is like a miracle indeed A scar/a star is our every deed Mom will take half of pain - If she can, even more... I've never seen anything similar before If only needed, your mom is always there... This bond with anything you can't compare If it's important - she will take a breath, Without those scars her heart ain't beating in her chest...
Learn to get up at half past five... Is it a deal? Of course, not. Into the autumn we run and dive... All the warm scarfs have been already bought... We love it not due to its golden ringing, but thanks to its damp longer evening... If you reflect the stars, The Milky Way becomes your path... Trying to light the candles in random and homeless messages... trying to write speeches for millions of living man-watts not warmed by anyone... Again we rush we run we manage We try to change and rearrange... But everyone who's found their place is almost eternal... Anyone who's lost everything earthly is almost holy... Bloom in the winter - Learn not to be the first... Protect your nerves the most We were taught that there was nothing new under the moon... I carry my word, I carry a word in the dark, I bloom...
I'm fond of fall, it's quiet and cool Its grand and vivid magic rule is all around, in the every corner swearing allegiance to Madonna In gold... I'm fond... I'm fond of fall, I'm fond of rainy cold... In early evenings semi-darkness-semi-light A fluffy dog is running by my side The ghost of autumn, whom I've met and falling lonely colored leaves of a quartet... The whisper hot echoed there by the river And maple trees cast a pink shadow over Shiva He's meditating under trees while autumn sun is sending cheers I'm fond of fall, I'm fond of magic meadow I'll open an old book and leave it in the shadow A sunset ray is gliding down the pages while reading fairy tales about the ancient sages...
Let's become ashes downwind... Time will inflate us, stir up and pin...
Who's a man to a man? protection? burden? a threat? an invisible shield?..
sealed on someone, not destined for someone, sewn into someone... hidden, open or hit...
overturned, cursed and sold, treated kindly, killed, loved, rejected...
emptied, wept out, washed up somewhere on the shore chased by blind absorbing war...
Is a man home to a man? Who's a man to a man? Who...
I am not feminine this time... - she busily draws a cross... I'm studying her full face, which is graceful and careless - Like, what? Really? The scenario is simple. From the first day and forever...
Only her gaze is brighter than the stars, only her step is like a trip to Mars As if the wings of the vertebrae touch the eternal of the skies... Her voice is dozens of notes... Her life is thousands of roads...
I'm not affectionate... too late... - whispering a bit hoarsely and quietly I do not know how to play with words, you ain't loved enough with me... - You are my worlds! Just be!
I'm inhaling her scents and something sweet is flowing through my veins... It's like diving into Styx - hugging her at night and kissing on her cheeks is like kiss the Milky Way atmospheric and arousing every day...
- Carelessness... Every word is a scar on my heart.
- It's a kind of an art...
- Don't look into my eyes, the Arctic was splashing there
- They are greenish and much rare...
- Shoot me from inside
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You are my brightest light!
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I made a bet with myself but I couldn't breathe alone without you
- Wherever I met a girl on my way, I ultimately met you
Let them the holy blameless be the first to throw the stone into two loving us... We were drinking happiness with a great thirst We were flowing on the waves of the deep lust... Immense and quiet our love had neither time nor limit or nor place Without a wedding dress I am a bride tonight We both are sacred travellers in space...
How crazy and lilac in silence Our souls were singing songs In vibrant symphonies of skylines We were drowning in the grass, we were totally lost for the world of the endless fuss. How crazy and simple to delight of the rumor without any sheets and pillows we were drowning in the grass of our pain and lust...
And the stars were melting in the sky, and the wind was sweetly sleeping And in the swan flocks the birds were praying for us... Not hearing all the curses, the poor to envy We were instantly married with the rings of embraces...
Fingers are trembling from just a few sounds The crowns are carrying me into the distance... I see just their tops... How did we not know each other before? How did we live like a friend-without-friend? Instead of beginnings we thought of the end...
It seemed that the world was familiar and bright It seemed to us even it could not be better... But now life's collecting its gifts and its light In messages, rhymes, in rhythms and in letters...
How did we not know each other before? Looking for happiness, looking for a meaning - Like a trail of endless time... We were looking for a new beginning.
Why while being immersed into thoughts We took two different, two roads? The destiny was quite hard to invent By going through the unexpected bend...
How did I love without the world under my skin? How could I breathe without this look? How could I tell and how could I begin? And how I did everything what it took...
How could I dream about the past without the silkworm thread close to my heart? How could I lose the thinnest thread How blind we are sometimes!.. How deaf and how mad!
This truth is falling on shoulders... [I won't fall asleep] From waterfall of emotions To river of love that is deep
Life without love is a torment Somewhere inside My inner child at the moment Is holding me tight... She asks me some questions or even more... How did we not know each other before?
One day I'll leave the internet So that will mean: everything's fine [without any signals and Wi-Fi] I will not need the news in line All messages will be declined I will not know about tiktok No worries of the third world war, I will not read new leprodram, And won't rhyme words in Instagram, I absolutely will not give a damn about anything that happens on the net Instead of Google Zen to comprehend There is a real sunrise and sunset Reality will reach a stage the world to change, achieve a measure To find in real harmony the real pleasure! No posts Forgotten all the passwords No reasons to be sad about that The real vibes will find the way to spread The real flow of joy is ultimately sent
But now while on the go I hang online a little more ;)
The scent of mint is in the lungs of August, the scent of sunny spicy wines... The sunsets' kiss that on the shoulders so that you feel it in your blood, sunshine... And You feel every exhalation, the prints of stubborn lips... But in the sincere suns I only quench my thirst in you... No myth!
The soft light scatters roots grow stronger Soon in the fall... August loves the sincerest laughter, and the magic ball... But it is leaving very slowly anyway, sending the rains to come and stay... From the hot moments tenderness blooms like a fire in the chest, Do not get drunk from August fragrant flavour, But just to taste!..
The scent of the sea is in the lungs of August, the scent of hopes that out of the sudden have just come true... There's a backpack of stories behind the shoulders the golden border is ahead to meet with you... Each deed is priceless But one day... even our August goes away But you will stay
I must sketch now random lines seem to be fully chaotic I'm a fool in the world of hypnotic I'm a fool, I'm a drop of the snow melt in the ray... I'm the wind, that could not be caught, could not stay... I'm the light reaching the ground in order to give birth to a seed... I'm the Soul striving to meet... Yours! I'm death and a new birth... I'm a dot under staccato chords... I'm an endless road of the roads... Radiant... As the planet Earth I must sketch now...
Strong people break down quietly With a calm smile on their face... They know the bitter taste of own defeat They face, they meet the failure calmly. No hype, you'll never recognise the measure of their pain... Strong people become stronger But never they remain the same! [Most honest anyway!]
They do not hide the fact, that they were happy Having experienced the freedom of the soul... While people made of 'clay' - they envy they do not like such For their strong and rigid inner alloy...
Strong people staggering in pain Have Never Nobody to blame For the fact that for the benefit the other sagged And conscience was easily exchanged for pull... For the fact that friends became the enemies without forgiving achievements and victories, For being proud of the falls of a friend, At the same time lowering yourself.
Strong people silently decide about the matters... Their cross is sometimes hard to hold Both wings are broken in the cold Of letters sent, but answers yet behold. They still keep dragging on themselves The cross is never given to the weaklings They are the siblings of the sacred fate The Lord himself is willing to raise them Out of the envy of the dug holes...
Strong people do not whine, they do not teach, being a role model already... It doesn't matter that the clouds in the sky are steady It's more important that the inner sun is bright... Who wants to - will achieve! Those who believe - can overcome whatever Strong people - they forgive And in forgiveness it is worthy to love and to live Even though strong people break down as well They can fix it themselves.
When a man loves a woman with his soul And fulfills every wish, every their goal The same path with him she is ready to go - Doesn't matter how far or how long...
And if he feels so lonely out of the sudden, She is ready to come along - In the summer she's a large shady garden, In the cold blizzard winter she's here to warm...
But I'll tell you, my friend, just in secret (that is kept behind a secret door) - There is no happier woman in the world, That the one, who is sincerely soulfully loved
To prove nothing to anyone Staying stick to own opinions Getting along with general phrases To those who play with patience Emphasis on mindfulness
Never let anyone in On the doorstep, behind the scene into your vibrant Aura Remember chemistry - the classics Ferum does not turn into Aurum
Do not impose Experience, truth, kindness, Knowledge, conversation, correspondence Neither oblige nor judge Nor long for reverence
Don't dare set any expectations Don't be enchanted or seduced, Don't take offense, don't multiply offenses Do not divide the Whole to molecules
Don't make excuse, don't make excuses Life, thoughts, ideas, deeds, your principles and rules Do not be captured by either heavenly or hellish Do not be led or taught by fools
While looking casually at the healed wounds Remembering the past vulnerability Stay quiet, stay tuned and read the runes developing your new abilities
If you feel that a person is yours - Hold Her Tight all in spite of horoscopes, evil tongues, the will of fate, bad cards, anything... Remember that the world is changeable and we will not last forever as well... Hold Her Tight, come and tell... Just Do! Noone knows what might happen tomorrow...
If you yearn, fly to Her Fly at full speed! There must be NoT any border or limit! Catch a taxi, buy tickets and fly, go by buses, by trains, do what it takes!.. Love we can't deny! Being Late is much worse than a broken heart or your broken pride... Be By Her Side!
If you think: "Need to Hug Her", go to the most distant place - Win the Race with the Time [sublime!] A timid whisper in her Ear in silence is much better, than empty correspondence or pale texts... Go to Her Place!..
And if you miss, you need to rush to Her just in the middle of the night, forgetting about grievances, doubts, brakes - Do what it Takes! The honest thing is not to fit into dozens of beautiful lines... But Eye-to-Eye will tell you what inside you shines! The most important thing can't be conveyed by letters, it's all nonsense: complexity and distance - complaints about some circumstances, even fate... If She's the dearest One, You Mustn't be Late!
Read me a book before I go to bed - when worries hit the head, when everything falls out of my hand when it is hard to fall asleep... Your voice is my survival to the deep When i don't love myself There is nowhere to go from thoughts - Protect the roads... All them lead us to heart, Unbreak it! Don't be so cruel when I'm weak; Let someone judge us thinking they are better... No matter what, just stay with me at the most bitter hour And defend from evil hatred. And never let me go - the worlds seem to be warlike No two do it alike You sit here next to me and whisper what I'd like:
- What should I read to you? What would you like?
It was much warmer in your arms than by the fire... while coming back to life my rhymes were freely flying... We laughed a lot at vivid undertakings of the nature... Your gentle glance I caught... I caught your inner rapture!.. I don't know what the time was called, The best time of the year - I always thought!
Be the woman who your people are afraid to lose Choose wisely.... Create your mood, fulcrum and landmarks... Believe in yourself, believe that nothing happens in vain... Win quietly - let it shock everyone...
Clearly understand what kind of life you deserve, be picky about those with whom you decide to be more than frank, more than open... Be hellish, complicated and naughty as you are make the music louder and catch the flow Dance!
Breathe freedom Put on your favorite linen sundress, Do not forget what courage lurked in you there is one of the most difficult things in the world - do not go back there, where you wanted to...
Yes, travel the whole world, believe in God, come to the monks to hear what other worlds are... pray in mountain temples - everything that you are looking for is already there inside you... So just smile! Thanks and in spite of anything...
Here is a princess bypassing the puddles - She's in a hurry to cook yummies for dinner. As soon as she gets there, she makes some coffee scalding the soul of a tiny glass pot... Wraps in the blanket, sits on a sofa dropping some lines on the piece of paper - Hurray, such a talent! Alas, such a habit... Admiring sadly how the storm's going on... Two cups of coffee a book and fresh cookies -The evening is shorter than sweetness of moments... The evening city is flickering with light, Here is a princess walking so proudly... Nobody's the lord, nobody's the bride, There is no throne, no hymn and no kingdom... She is the princess of poems and freedom. What? After all, it sometimes happens: You were born somewhere, Perhaps too far, on a different planet.
Birches are women - believe me! Lives extinguished long ago, in an ancient century or even much before... And into our century the thrown back branches, where now we are leading the speech... Birches are women... As a lumen... A thread that connects past and future - Birches are the white sutures... And sparingly joy is consumed by the fate... And plenty of tears are dropping uncounted... On their shoulders there's glory and disgrace: Ophelia, Delilah, Yaroslava... They would recognize themselves if they could... Not fast, not loud, but they would. Their call is frozen and cold... They are ruined by an ax or a knife, They are crying at night telling their memories and stories... Their light discharges the darkness of the forests. Birches are women... Just take a look They're growing straight next to the brook, They are not here - in parallel worlds... They are laughing decorating their hair with the ribbons... They're celebrating our meeting... How they celebrate! Solemnly heed, my dear, their voices, their laugh, their songs... May their blessing be with us! Birches are the women of the Earth!..
Whatever happens between us - I can't call it to be a mistake After all, long before the meeting You had come in my dream And I promised to wait...
I thought, it was all a dream I thought, you weren't in the world And in search of your addresses I kept in mind your silhouette... My dream had been an aftertaste... Until we really met.
And you came through the myriad of dreams And our first kiss seems to be the last kiss And you brought tears appearing on my cheeks A storm is in my heart... I will forever miss... You.
I haven't written songs The line of mine belongs... To you... But you won't read it... I wanted to forbid it...to myself, But it's all beyond my powers...
I thought, it was all a dream I thought, you weren't in the world And in search of your addresses I kept in mind your silhouette... My dream had been an aftertaste... Until we really met.
And you came through the myriad of dreams And our first kiss seems to be the last kiss And you brought tears appearing on my cheeks A storm is in my heart... I will forever miss... You.
At a sunny coastline in June In her dress airy bright and blue The girl is a star and a minx - She drives me crazy when she even winks
Under the turquoise of the ocean On lemon-yellow sand Persistently, tenderly and zealously I'm humming to her in anguish and a bit upset:
“Dear Lady, all the songs have already been sung! I have nothing more to run... In such a magical summer No need to torment for some more
I am waiting for you like a dream to come true I am dying in love fire and unstoppable desire... When will you say the word When will you enter my abandoned world?"
And, playing slyly with a glance, while her miraculously tender dance She drops straight on the go “You've been too spoiled But by the way... if you just wait... Okay, I will come!.."
Then the terraces became so empty And the cabins were taken from the beach And even fishing boats They went to the distant coasts
And the birds are so sad They said goodbye to me with regret And now completely hopeless I said to her in October:
"Dear Lady, all the songs have already been sung! The leaves are falling, the fall has just begun And warmth of the days is in mortal delirium! Already grape clusters turned yellow in their deepest colors!
I am waiting for you like a dream to come true I am dying in love fire and unstoppable desire... When will you say the word When will you enter my abandoned world?"
And, looking down tiredly, She whispered more than quietly “I've wanted you for too long... I'll never come along."
Confess your love, even if you are afraid of rejection, Say funny words, express your admiration Light up the dull day life with the bright fire Express your joy, your inner passion and desire...
Confess your love, spare words, your feelings and emotions Don't be afraid to waste yourself or break Besides that love, there is no other vivid motion Don't be afraid to make any mistake There are no other maps, lighthouses or directions... So without love ships never reach the land.
Confess your love and your temptation to those you need, dear and close... Fulfill the dreams, indulge the whims, Don't let your heart repose. Confess your love, don't try to hide it Colds ain't so harsh if you give warmth If you warmed with your fire someone, You'll see how lucky you become in love.
This girl is a devil... encore on the coals barefoot, wearing a long skirt, but bare navel - was dancing like a girl from your far childhood... This girl is your whim that slams the trap At once you have lost the track on the map. Watching the oval of her shoulder, you know - Her heart is wild, her soul is golden... With a slight tenderness the executioner she takes life until the early morning... Resurrecting you from oblivion with a kiss - "You are the only I miss" This girl is not yours. Not a game. And you will be never the same... This girl is to drown... to tame... Run away and come back again. She is like a hundred of wolves... The time with her dissolves This girl should never be alone... This girl is to dive and drown... Into the unknown... Look in her eyes that hide the depths... This girl is your passion, temptation - confess! In anticipation of her coming steps... And suddenly you catch yourself at saying "yes" you started missing her... There is something in your destiny to bless. Slight failure of the major systems... How so, who are the victims? Who witnessed love has happened, how... You fell in love... Her phone is silent... As if it called upon not to interfere You dream about her Your heart is vibrant... This girl...
Today "strangers" have left us - with a screech, as expected: broke ribs, tore veins, defended, degraded...
And now - we lie alive throughout inside out: so close, in happy smile we both Today our "strangers" have left us... Who stayed? Simply we. Love, laugh and live
My dear grannies, Wherever you have been Wherever I am... Where shall I begin... Yes, just at central stem. I try to do what you have told - You asked to laugh a lot - I laugh a lot! Wherever I am now... I'm sending you my love Above.
Don't be afraid... Please, have no fear - The Earth has not been crying shedding a tear... The Earth is giving you a birth - Her sphere...is tearing apart... Bare... The soul is left... Bare the heart... Don't be afraid... Your faith is beating pulse - not for a second would convulse... Do not be panic neither scared - You hear? For you your angels always prayed
Our life is just something else... It's weaved from syncopes, it's jazz... It's sometimes a pause, a prose... Who knows where it goes... Far or close... What the chords are...The chord! Our life is so much unexplored...
Limbo limbo obliteration Anyway you still stay My secret f temptation... You are in my power Get to go much lower... Right now... Let the feeling grow... Immensely! Intensely! Caress me I am your mistress Let's get down to business I'm rarely kind I am the air by your side... I am your personal guide... I am your little cell... Moan, scream out loud, yell... Trust me babe, just tell How your lust lasts for so long... Don't be alone This night... Hug, hold me tight You will breathe when I allow And only with you I am a demon from hell... I am your flow, your endless orgasmic cell... For others, as always, I will show the "face of the day" I deprive you of the masquerade that you really hate... You will take a slap from me as a gift You are fully mine at your night shift With passion you'll take another blow Barely breathing from the stranglehold... Coming down with me to the floor.... Our dance is a special bond - Do what you've told... Simply do what you've just told... After all, the interplay is based on voluntary blood I am your Mistress, you're my Guard... Limbo limbo obliteration Anyway you still stay My secret f temptation... You are in my power Get to go much lower... Right now... Let the feeling grow...
Make my voice the ringtone of the dawn Your scent I love, your scent I know... And I remember how it is... To make you pleasure and to please... Hair, tenderness, moans, flowers, leaves... On the soft snow-white pillows Make my voice the ringtone of our souls... Make my voice the ringtone of the Universe... And the day will be ours, and breakfast, and coffee - Our love philosophy... yes, better than all philosophies!! In this love there is no plot You obtain what you've already got...
When everyone is terribly exhausted And you really want to yell Your body and soul are thirsty Let's go to the sea, let's escape... Just ring my bell first, Ring my bell... And straight from the tree by the track Let's eat some ripe plums, just them take! Let's run along the sea-line absolutely naked With shells and bracelets wrists let's decorate And listen to the tide at night... Let's hide there, Oh, let's hide... Drink coffee in small coffee shops And watch the hot haze of the morning fogs Let's hug, let's dream, let's talk... Oh yeah, just knock... Or come without any knock...
We invented our Gods The new ones and old ones The methodology of thoughts Life everlasting dance... So if you don't keep up to date, Be careful, don't be late... To catch the flow, to choose the role, And to convert the rate... The new Gods give the concept clear The marathon of life... But I do want you to beware Towards the old ones strive
And while there are bridges on earth - There will be those who them burn... And while the ships leave the ports - There will be those, who are waiting for them to return... And while the sunset is spreading in the sky - There will be a new dawn... And there will be someone who loves you a lot And those who do not... And as long as there are reasons for crying - There will be those who pour bitter tears... As long as there are seasons for loving - There will be those who spend the sweet years... Someone hearing a roar, is scared of the storms, Someone hears the fireworks, Another are frightened of bombs... And while the concept of sleep exists- Someone will sleep the least... Distances and miles go by Someone's about to born, another to die... And the threads will always be tangled in knots, And there will be the boats in the shore And those who have lost... No less no more... And the words will transfer in a mess: You want to say something, but you say much less, Not every question will be asked out loud, Nor answered - nothingness still goes around... Sometimes two ain't enough for the eternal love Sometimes - just one... Sometimes when one returns, another has just gone... At great depths we want heights Off-road we struggle to find the way... And if it's gone, we want the moment stay As long as there are bridges on the earth, I cannot reach you, or we cannot both... The wave won't stir the ocean's surface My poetry will not become your prose... But if the time is lost - I'll recognise your face...
Here is my unique heartbeat I'm your lust and your tonight retreat We are observers - Follow your zenith And on the frequencies of eeriness We try to breathe in just a sip of momentary happiness... Memento Mori - Do not feel sorry About the lost frequencies of past Move forward with no hustle I'm your flow, your lust... Music is the universal language Over despair you take a revenge Take a revenge over any darkness The light is just beyond us - You see...
Sorry, my cutie, my little Lady, I still lived a rude person and it would be, maybe, a kinda steady Until somehow I met you... You curiously stood on tiptoes, Your eyes, wow! I had no choice... You looked in and simply asked, are we on the way, right? All your songs and your smiles, they gave me a reason to dream upside I smiled back like a boy (erasing my void) do you want any ice cream? would you really enjoy? and you drown in me, dissolving, like a sunset hiding in the night I wanted you to melt and hide Straight next to me... I took you beautiful and smart, full of desires and the sweetest art We drove along an empty avenue at night Being a flash bright in a time-lapse Going through tears and joy, our sins and sex... And once it froze, I chose just not to leave Stick to believe in our love and warmth Sometimes it hurts, sometimes it burns And in offenses we take turns But we are on our way, right? So take my hand, let's make it bright...
I lied... You had just ordinary eyes Your voice was usual as that of many, I lied I didn't have to bring us back Weaving together two roads for the sake Of the exquisite feeling... I lied... About the serene features of yours - About no dreams of you at night I lied, I lied... About you not being so unique and kind, And staying next to by my side... I also lied I followed you along the way That I could easily endure the separation I also lied I never loved... or never had one big temptation...
I lied to myself... But now I don't believe it!
I was still running till I just wore off I wanted your love but you may just scoff I crossed the border - the way is Calvary Life makes new order - it just sets me free... It sets me free...
Turn up the volume of the summer, Turn up the summer for me, please, Storm's like a drummer, we are runners To find the way straight out of May, To solve the life eternal quiz... So far... Turn up the volume of the summer, Your inner freedom to release, Awake from long and dreamless slumber, Do not allow your joy to cease...
I want to watch you dance you laugh and live, love and look at the sky, I want to watch you until I get into trance You can be silent or jealous, worried or shy, or tell the story of the whole life... or throw some pieces of bread to the birds I want to watch you until it hurts... I want to watch you until my face burns Like in the mountains from the sun... I want to watch you read books or take turns while hide-n-seek you quickly run. I want to watch you sing our lyrics I want to store moments and our miracles. I want you to store the whole blooming May I want to keep holding your hand on our way I want you to live without delay... Like the waves of the sea caress your feet I want you to slow down my watch just a bit... I want you to hold me with love, hold me tight I want you to stay here with me by my side...
Please, love me desperately Without thinking about 'tomorrow' and 'yesterday' Like a wind that seems to be accidental Gently sweeping the leaves from the yard... Be my guard...
Please, love me passionately The way they love in their life, only once! As winters in March catch the very last chance As a writer loves the brightness of the phrase Love me as an honest man loves the truth, Be my muse...
Please, love me real, No makeup, no gold and perfume... Dreamy, tired, surreal... Love me sad, mad, excited...[excite!] ...wrap me in a myriad of dreams... Be my light...
Please, love me consciously! Understand, there is nobody similar Love like a secret that you've only known Like a boat loves kissing the shore! Be the whole...
God means love: And love is not afraid Love has no fear... As long as there's true faith in our heart There is a way out of despair There is a tiny chance to restart...
If you are the world, No concerns about the planet - Trees are planted When the spring bursts... If you are the century, No concerns about an era... There's no need in the air If you are the air... If you are the century, You're plucky, adventury - No concerns about our life 'cause it twists and returns No concerns about death Less is more, more is less... If you are morning, You are the dawning Light is not needed - You had not vainly pleaded... If you are silence then you do not need a topic In the particles microscopic There is a hidden Universe, So no concerns... So if you fly, No need to stay in as soon as your journeys begin... If we are in the sky, Who are you? Who am I? Does it matter?
Grind me down, set chain dogs on me, Use electric shock; Lie, slander, gloat and mock. Get drunk on your own envy and anger I will be friendly and tender - I'll just say with a smile "hey" One is becoming stronger with a cane.
Out of your heart don't make a rudiment, Keep all the most dear ones in it, your Saint; Take care of every component As long as every single moment... is still alive in memory of yours!..
And while it's blooming inside you Taking root to your mind and body Don't think that a portion of love is able to interfere with a good cause oddly. Vice versa. It is your fuel... Salvation, your air and renewal!..
Find a place for courage and kindness, Trying to protect your beloved from pain, Despite your total emptiness and tiredness, Don't wear any heavy stuffy armor And educate willpower again and again...
While it's burning in your chest Until everything is lost in time and space Out of your heart don't make a rudiment: There are not enough big hearts throughout the land.
While the world is spinning around We will fly far above the ground Take my hand To discover the abandoned land...
Shut up and french me Entrench our freedom We will take our revenge Over the hell - 'Cause We are creating our Eden We are creating our Eden...
While them setting the fire We will give a birth to desire Whatever hit, we'll withstand - Just take my hand, Just take my hand.
Shut up and french me Entrench our freedom We will take our revenge Over the hell - 'Cause We are creating our Eden We are creating our Eden...
We will get acquainted again... Hush! Wait, please...It'll be after the rain; Because noone is still the same - After the heavy rain...
We will get acquainted again... Yes, the world seems to be insane No, it's me...who imagines the flame To warm next to it...After the rain...
Will we get acquainted again? Isn't it me you are going to blame? Is it me you are gonna befriend? Hush, hug me, trust me, babe, Take my hand.
A year of standby mode Just a single episode... Where we still hope for the better Sending and expecting letters... There is no response. Information flood. Pure DNA in blood of those singles, who did not bend under pressure of the satan global gesture. Tones of emails, chores, to-dos We ain't gonna game to lose Your positions you still choose There's a fight, no pleasure cruise
We used to be much more sincere in childhood: - What did you have for breakfast? - Nothing, you? - I have some bread with jam. Take some of mine then! - Well, fine, thanks [simply, friends].
Some years have passed, and we've become much different, now noone asks another one: - What's in your heart? Is it too dark n blue inside?.. Then take a little of my light [have we become indifferent and blind?]
It's time for us to talk about things In the twilight, even at night, being half-silent Write on a paper napkin, send in SMS and mails True stories, narratives - no fairy tales It's time for us to talk about things. ⠀ It's time for us to talk about what we need About big; about love and honor. Learn to forgive and listen, being honest It's time to stick together, call and lead It's time for us to talk about what we need.
It's time for us to take an action Stop acting fearfully like strangers Stop hiding somewhere in the corners Stop being speechless slaves and donors It's time for us to take an action. ⠀ It's time to get united, noone goes alone We are responsible all for each other, We are all rhymed like lines in one long verse Sisters and brothers in the Universe It's time to get united, noone goes alone. ⠀ It's time to realise, it won't be easy for us But we are human, we will strive Through thorns straight to the stars we fly All artificial our hearts deny It's time to realise, it won't be easy for us. ⠀
I didn't think that it could happen... [hands of clocks from ten to eleven. Does time exist? Will it transit... me to you beyond the borderline? All flights are still declined. My soul will not be recognised, will not be captured by their radars, Beyond the stars it'll fly. I see the full moon and the sky, but I'm out of time...] It's like seeing what is erased It's like embrace and being back embraced... What you touch on the living is living - NOT You bring me back from dead to life I... didn't think that it could happen.
It will be a different story... in the waters of the not yet discovered seas, by the routes in the cities with unexplored territory, with the key that turns in the houses where there are yet no doors... I'll be there. With handful of snowdrops... reciting Bishop's poems, favourite of mine... While walking on the rooftops, With handful of little snowdrops... You will be there. Inhaling the air of the spring sunset While walking and dreaming, and loving... And you will surely meet me sometime... You recognize me. Small or adult. Turn around. You will notice from a distance and from the height. As a detector, you can simply define me with your heart... And you will smile the way you only do it!
Laugh like a Shiva Easily, playfully, You are the weaver of the infinite destiny You are the river of the magical density... Energies flow creating the ornament All pains have gone lighting the firmament... What drop will wear off the stone of the permanent We know, we don't know The key to the sacrament... Little strokes fell the greatest oaks around You put a spell Signals of bliss surround What star will drown in the deep ocean The darkness has gone The dream of devotion Is blossoming... The source of thought is sacred The core the soul knows Your mind and feeling both have no boundaries... Believe in your dreams...
Every meeting leaves an aftertaste - Its echo... impression... motive... its invisible magic... multiplied on imagination... an illusion... the fragile fragments, melodies and fusion... Like a trail of the air behind you Touches... words... And coffee haze on a cloudy dawn Melodies of the rainy undertone Phenomenon of presence... Everything is hidden in the "after": bitterness... bliss... sweetness... Joy and sadness... Meetings and partings have their scent... The windy elegy - Appearing/ reappearing in a sunset... By sorting out the notes and sounds - The pulse is beating faster, stronger than before There is an aftertaste to words and silence The "after" is the spice of our love
That's just a little dress on you, Which leaves no room for thoughts, Those words that suddenly are stuck in blue On the thin shoulders of the Earth... On the damp shoulders of heaven... Is it half past eleven, O'March? That's just a little dress on you, Well, not much, But our touch is like some shadows in the snow, Sliding and turning into hugs, Or even something more... Only the dress is interfering with them, ah... Here is the thing, For him the main dilemma.
Forgive me the days of silence, days of diving to the very bottom, days of zeroing, absence of guidance, The idle summer and aimless autumn days when it seems that I don't care... Forgive me the days of madness and sadness... Forgive me the darkness and burst of despair Forgive me the years of experience, Freeing myself from the shackles of inference Forgive me interfering in the course of events, forgive me for confusion, vanity and haste Forgive me expectations and discontents Forgive the time I sometimes waste Forgive me forgetting the dates... Forgive me everything both can recall I love you above all
How I loved, how I longed what's a thing! For the name of the love I forgot everything... Life was filled with his Soul We're one heart We're the whole... Dissolving the ambition as it was just a smoke With the firm decision To catch his dreams awoke To catch every his breath Every his touch and gesture Expression of his face To love without the measure And soften with caress Every occasional protest While turning from a walk On cool and chilly days Warm with the hottest breath His cold but melting hands To love so much and kiss Do not demand the truth While sitting at his knees Waiting for glance, that's smooth... To love so much and go Along the cliffs in row To sacrifice one's soul To love without control To overcome the danger You need to be an Angel You need to be an Angel...
ScarletLight of Sunset...
I Do Believe In Happiness...
Maybe, It"s Too Late Or, Maybe, Early...
I"m Tired Of Living In My Land...
Canes Have Started Rustling ...
The Stars
There Is The Silly Elation...
You Were Crying On A Quiet Night...
I Will Not Deceive Myself...
What Is Gone Cannot Be Retrieved...
I Do Not Regret, And I Do Not Shed Tears
Spring's exhilarating Tempting days in March Something's fascinating In your gentle touch... Winter seems to pass by Dark and starry sky Taking all the duvets And its lullaby... Now we're standing barefoot Seeing eye to eye It was barely good enough to say you once 'goodbye'... So we're standing barefoot Burst into tears Watering a thin shoot That suddenly appears
Open the doors and let me in I will bring you a warm plaid blanket and dreams I will bring you a bunch of sunny flowers I will bring you my prayers and lyrics let me in and your house will never be silent let in and hear the joyful children's laughter let your fear forever go, and forgive everyone who got off before reaching the station, which is called love
The sky is the color of the seas, pastilles, candied fruits Kilometers of mighty holy lands... I would write about the sad - but here's the sunset... I would like to write about the destinies - but here it is - March! I tried hard to cry after the epochs that raised us have passed away... How to write about the war if there is ballet? Flocks of birds, oceans and everlasting jazz? We eat fruit and drink wine And we sleep with the windows open at night... And we dare not to judge anything else, Except for the truth that each of us is loved... The one who is needed is risen, The one who is not needed is fallen. Anything happens, but let's be honest with ourselves: The young acacias rule the world What will you take from a poet at the beginning of spring?..
I'm going out of space entering an abandoned garden of the lost magnitudes tunes, fragments, preludes... Where imaginary prevails over constancy And self-awareness prevails over causes And I'm reading a book of infinity The book of yours Staying alone without people The book is leafless The wild healer The book of the deep roots
Sun modulation - No more frustration Possible not to wait any further: Open the doors Let all the birds fly Sun modulation - Nobody can deny The world is on fire Beating to pieces And new shoots are growing Cause life never ceases
One crazy girl got him, crazy enough - tender and never rough, but deeply wild and authentic as if she was from tribes, hell knows, where from she actually was... She run away from home at night right in her milk calico, She wasn't afraid of a damp road, swamps, evil beasts and goblins... Her eyes were wild indigo They said, she must be evidently cursed or broken... The whole surrounding avoids her. She run away to him like a mad princess, disgracing herself, overcoming any distance... barefoot, she rushed over clover, moss, wormwood, mud and fields They said, such madness was worse than the plague and measles. But she came running, stubborn, through the reeds and sedges, legs bogged down in cold mud, the dress turned black... until she was lost and completely sacked They said, the lost soul, and no use from her except the heat of young and starving body and her wild and tight embrace... Nobody knew the nature of caress She hid. Indeed. Why did he need her? She's a fool that left her own doorstep - He played enough and cool down like a young fox. In another equinox. But she came running and falling as if she saw a living God, belonging to him. What a whim...they said. And then her wet dress has become too thin. Where is the edge between the true love and a sin? But he was worse for her than any poison, worse than a wolf berry, [she was a cherry blossom] He never took her with him, nor he shared a shelter, Did he love her or played with her, couldn't choose it better. All that he could was loving longer just to melt her so that she screamed as loudly as she-wolf so that it has become their nightly rule. She run away, then came back For the sake of one-sided feeling of hers Well, what remained after him - a spindle and a jar, The happiest moments seemed to be so far She sit by the window with a splinter of past remembered lust, forgetting pain and sorrow with no hope for tomorrow she cried... So that she didn't grow old there, He strangled her with a kerchief, with misbelief of her sincerest love He put her still hot steady body Into an abandoned boat afloat.
I like those people who do not think they are Gods do not try to improve their odds [by all the costs] do not ask to be a judge don't try to fudge the facts avoid the empty words, prefer their deeds and acts I like those people who remain open and real
She'd need to melt in smoke In order to forget his every touch and every stroke, she'd need to smoke... To fly away that way where birds... where the mad bloody birds are meeting joyfully the spring dawn She isn't meant to be alone...
Houses huddle, all multi-colored There are always flowers on the windowsills Randomly, unexpectedly, miraculously A myriad, an armful of nobody's dreams Brought by the wind somehow fabulously... I'm running in shoes, in a spring raincoat I am in a hurry to meet with myself And as if it seems, and as if it's dreaming of meeting a true love... Let it be invented, but it will come true! Mosaic of thoughts, birds live chirping On the main square the grandeur of the Radnitz And the spiers sharply resting on the Universe, They raise my thought and then prostrate it I am a stranger here and everything's unknown... I run and fly and I compete With my unbridled destiny Let passers-by be surprised Walking slowly along the pavement The cobbled pavement... Houses huddle, all multi-coloured...
Selflessly, selflessly Casually, anxiously, carefully... You want an answer from me- I'm an alien, completely unearthly... I'm flying away... far away, weightlessly, easily Dissolve, disappear... I leave my winged sorrows there I release all birds to the wild - No matter what's behind... Rejoicing, I grant them eternity, a share As if the tree swayed gently leaving its leaves to the air, As if I woke up from a dream As if the thaw's just touched me But it did not stay... boundless striving for paradise Let me go, I'm leaving for good now... But leaving you a living heart, We are eternal from the start, Two souls United... What for? - You want an unearthly answer from me... Scraps, scraps, scraps of pages... They turn into white and delicate birds... They all fly with me Breaking away from the Earth + (bonus) Russian version
Wrap in a fabric Tie with a white braid Put on the threshold Sugar crystals, [no gold] And at the mid-night Hold the candle-light The pure sugar you take Turns into the guide Who will read your fate...
Wrap in a fabric Tie with a black braid Put on the threshold Pure crystals of salt And at the mid-night [Any corner's tight] You will see your fear and despair... You will see your pain And after the rain You will come to pray For your Angel's stay
If the path is honest, Then it's mostly thorny If the path is thorny, Then your spirit's stronger Than e-ver before... To cross once the abyss Without bridges burning To swim across ocean Without being drowning - Hold on, you will survive... Remember just one thing Salt-n-sugar has been The essence of our life.
Erase!.. Insist on it! Delete! If you are ready, I ask for surgery... Try to ease my soul through intervention... My passion, tenderness, intentions...all vain. It was just chronic, but nobody could see it... Could they believe it? Could they comprehend? I couldn't ask to give a hand...or could I? Did they agree to help or easily deny? Deny without understanding of the reason..? The last sunset in February... It's going to be crimson... There is no pulse under such circumstances - Did we take all the chances? Tear off. If possible, I would like with the skin. So the reaction could not go beyond the limits. We ain't those ones who we have always been... A couple of minutes left, a couple of lines, A couple of minutes... He and I, doctor, are madly similar in such trifles, He would have ripped me off as well I am as usual more daring... Did anybody warn you how despairing... The time in isolation could become, didn't they? Look: what the scars they are! And no trace left? Please, reassure me, I don't want to plastic afterwards... No weapons and no knives, just words... They won't believe, dear doctor, that I could get hurt like that... They won't believe, their thoughts would drive me mad... They still don't know, that I can read them. From chapter one to chapter N... For me, every footprint is like a burn And I won't bear it anymore... Cut bolder. Give much stronger anesthesia In order my soul catches some amnesia... Will it? It won't. It's just a dream... A whim in winter? Just a dream... I will try not to twitch, not to remove your hands... Nothing can make me itch For the right cure... My lips are rainless sands... Pure and the worst overdose of him in my blood My body and soul need to restart Will you make a transfusion? Against an illusion of life..? _______________________________
The operation seems to be successful. It doesn't hurt anywhere anymore. The red-hot thread of words did not touch any worlds The cardiogram's straight. Nothing knocks in my chest. I remember the consequences. Doctor, thanks. I'm better now, You are the best.
You and I are bipolarly different, Our dialogue's thought provoking, but rather deliberate... You and I are half-breed and cautious but we miss the same things [lonely days without you got me nauseous] Every talk hides a story within a story And my dreams are becoming your new territory Would you notice me there in a crowded place, If you met me once, would you embrace? But so far we've been involved in the everyday race We're running the errands of ours, we chase Counting down the months, the days and the hours... therefore days are numbered, [therefore, they are mine] Unless we meet up at the line... with the friendly temptation The line that is called 'demarcation'
I won't live without love and passion In vain to long is only suffering... In vain to love is only repenting... Why everything turns out so awkward... So put a spell on me And rhyme your loving word... You are my sounding soul, that hurts, you are a soul dripping with blood, Dripping blood on the road dust... Despite it all, soul strives to lust...
Brother, Maybe you think your woman has a reason to distrust you... Or maybe, she does not have any reason... Whatever season is, whatever words or past behaviour [never too late] She's built to trust your present state. She's feeling you in every single moment. She's calm, her pain has gone, her torment has gone You gave a chance to her to trust you Once felt vulnerable, safe and secure - Opened emotionally, energetically, spiritually and physically to you - She was giving, she was living, She was loving you... So hard, so whole as the entire world! But once [just happened] she felt rejected Felt disconnected with her deepest feelings There was nobody to navigate her through her biggest pain... The Earth at once became so plain, The whole world suddenly became an empty space, she blamed herself in her disgrace. Subconsciously she knew She had to save herself From the dark shadow within you It could hurt both As long as you ignored to salvage or to own it Once you have shown it... It was fear. But was it fair?.. By being honest to yourself Staying in tune with your desires By being authentic we are not the liars Our enlivened presence is the gift From ephemeral to the real it's a shift The gift is love given by heaven This way you will become the safest haven In which she will return to feel safe Love is true essence, not a waif.
People are flying like wild birds... A poem is published in the latest anthology book "Love in Quarantine" by Writersprovince.com @writers_province in Instagram
Teach me simplicity - destroy the vanity Prove that the wrong are those who welcome emptiness without discovering their inner happiness. Tell me about those who are tired do not betray all those who are silent, even those who whipped us out of love believing barely that the desperate act will make any impact. Unnecessarily. Be quiet with me in unison. Or make me laugh until we burst into tears If life is just a dream being grown Then warmth of our hearts still really matters.
But spring is coming... It means, to hell with airtight muzzles lockdown's stupid puzzles, logos, forever-muted-modes hellos in zoom, depressive gloom and other zombie thoughts! We will be cheeky mods, let's walk the streets merrily and smile to everyone playfully Stepping tapping dances In the public places... Singing a cheerful song - There's nothing wrong! Just spring is coming home!
She touches... Her touch gently matches my fantasy From under her fingers A wave of heat gains strength... She is my fantasy and dance She's an intense esoteric river She is my tantrum and hysterics She is my fever... My river, my fever, My fantasy, My euphoria... I'm whispering her name... Today I will drown in her Today I will part with the embrace of the day The night will just ask me to stay... Tonight, baby, we'll melt the ice Tonight the lava will flow into us Tonight we're discovering love paradise...
I'll tell you a secret [don't tell anyone] Everything in the world is not accidental from the dusk to a dawn, Everything has been known everything from " too useful" to "sometimes detrimental" Everything in the world from "just now" to "before" - someone's love, someone's kindness or will to ignore; Every drop, every storm, every downpour, Every step, every thought, every song Every single dream in your soul...
Everything in the world means something - both a smile and the eyes, where's quiet shyness and braveness; And unconfident "no" with its sadness, The most confident and fateful "yes"...
And a silly mistake, and tears unexpected there's an excuse for a word out of place, Everyone who has been always protected will be able to show the right pace... being together or leave, take or give, Our life reminds us an entangled maze A blissful gift, a deserved reward, or a wrath getting lost, turning back to the right path.
Everyone has the right to live life as they want Everyone needs to be necessarily taught Life is different, sometimes it's "sugar and salt" Here it is, we can see about it a lot.
Time to burn bridges Switch to the different vibes Get rid of harmful habits: instead of being extra-patient, send friendly good-byes no odd explanations...
Everything comes to an end one day - hurray! Everything comes to an end one day - alas There's nothing to add and nothing to say The good suns we see, that flash and pass...
You feel suddenly - the time has come More likely even for a new book than a chapter To find what I'm after...
...In the hoar-frost mornings my soul gets cold Just because our partings can kill by one shot Just because I'm lonely, just because I feel sad Just because I was mad at you and I regret In the hoar-frost mornings my soul gets cold 'What a beautiful life' with a small pinch of salt...
People have terrible laws And I will obey them - I won’t open the doors I won't dial the number of yours even if I know it by heart... These laws will be another restart. ⠀ I will not, with the naivety of a child, Let anyone get into my heart Or into my home... 'Don't take close to your heart, no more' It is quite a convenient law! ⠀ 'Searching for the answers within you' Sadness, that becomes laughter in public Law 'Do not reveal your miracles, Not to a few' Create your safe, your own Republic ⠀ And the heart will not close from suffocation, When you can neither think nor breathe: People have "Laws of Indifference" And I learned to comply with them.
One o'one Noone's awake Only shimmering star Falling down to the lake Two are staying Straight there on the shore... Two are praying To love evermore... Only somewhere an owl's hooting Shooting star Make a wish While the world's being muted...
You are my body language, My spirit, an echo in mountain ranges My Mysterious Manuscript, script My DNA, I pray And every cell's vibrant My inner ray... My legacy, my bond, My ink flowing through the veins of Time... My word, and my key, the source of my Rhyme I write, and I dive, and I sink in the thoughts of my ancestors, to speak to you in their voices, There is rhythm and stanza in my heart... My poem, my prayer, my art... Invisible wax pattern on the canvases of life appearing in the soft light of a candle... Tabula Rasa, a chaotic battle/ the most harmonious in the world temple, a temple... I am everything and I am nothing I am my child, I am my children I am an eco echo of my ancestors, The echo, and in its vibrations They're various reverberations Of an infinite spirit Of the power Of ((O)) o'unconditional Of love...
In the latest episode gonna get a mute mode gonna hit the longest road getting rid of all the load RL vs. the virtual node Humans ain't a QR code Genes are gift from our God Value thought but not an ode Value deed input to word Our world is not transferred Until there's no right password Everyone's been still unheard Everybody's face is blurred Ain't just numbers in a slot We are children of the world Free to choose another road In the later episode...
The lost meaning has risen We're all on edge, the vassal is scared The reason is that Consciousness of the masses goes to the astrals Losing control of the verticals
Freedom Above All We will see the dawn because we ain't alone On the way to a dream we were almost carried away But we're still here no matter what Just stay
Deep thoughts, lofty goals Tore off the shackles and chains in practice We wake up people who don't want to sleep under hypnosis The system is broken, The system is steep.
Change of criterion, New Era We are children of the universe filled with faith Rotating the planets, magnetic spheres We will overcome any barriers
The planet changes its assemblage point Mantras vibrate on the membranes We feel the entire resonance on the subtle Let's study the process, from cover to cover Observe an discover
Teaching is the light, ignorance is the dark Get involved into the process, now is NOT the time for sleep Progress will swallow like tsunami Keep going, people, TAKE a LEAP!
Stronger than all the connections in the world Brighter than any sophisticated season More expensive than a large sapphire - This is My freedom!..
Happier than all the events Cleaner than the morning sunrise More important than any discoveries - This is My Freedom!..
Stronger than words and deeds Without going out of style and needs More natural than the soul and body This is My Freedom, My Freedom, buddy!..
In endless immense variety More powerful than any parish Better than any fantasy This is My Freedom, The freedom of dervish!..
And nobody drew it for me Impossible is to give it, or give it up Freedom, if you forgot sudden-ly, This is something that cannot be broken-up.
...didn't even drop a glance Once left and didn't look back ... - Oh Lord, what was that? - A chance...
Flared up, blinded In order to rush away in a moment ... - Oh Lord, what was that? - A torment.
Faded, thinned The blue light in summer... - Oh Lord, what was that? - A wonder.
Quietly gave all warmth Glowed there nearby ... - Oh Lord, what was that? - A lullaby.
The sky disappeared in the darkness Time's gone... - Oh Lord, what was that? - A winter storm.
Something disconnected Links of one chain... - Oh Lord, what was that? - Everything's already happened... All words are vain.
Do you want to hear about life? Well, come on, straight from the middle From that minute the trail will begin... A story and a chapter, and a riddle... Do we need to talk about past mistakes? - throw away the shovel, enough digging! There is nothing hidden in expired thoughts, Life will never step back, don't be tied in knots Do you care of yesterday? Noway.
Our mistakes are like mud on shoes - It's still there while we are on the way. Not that scary, but the years of stillness Not that scary, but the years of steadiness Not that scary, but the burried hopes Why? We are the best to know the ropes Keep going and be the first to see the dawn Keep going, the right way will be shown. Do not touch cold ice, don't hide your eyes Do not look back at the sunset red... Don't cling to a clean shoe When there's a wing instead! When there's a fair wind great, Just catch it!
Do you want to hear about life? Well, then listen to the riddle - It's right now and everywhere - the valuable the most is worth a little - Your faith, your love, your inner happiness and freedom - The warmth you carry in your chest The main thing is - to do your best!
Владей неистово свободой владей любовью и весной пей из ладоней чисту воду Собою будь и пой! Cобою будь, мечтой...
Own frantically freedom own love and spring drink clear water from your palms Be yourself, sing! Become a dream...
Own opportunities, Obsessions... Own obstacles And observations... Occurances... Owe nothing to noone... Own [оKеаN]... Own ocean... You're the one You're devotion
They say, if we live until February, we will live forever... [I like this phrase] And February is on Monday... There are three days to warm you in embrace... Three days to stay in under blanket... All week we drank black tea with lemon, burned candles and I didn't write... Don't want to be so sentimental- How many days are there until the spring? It seems the endless night... So if I wrote at least something, It would be "almost passed..." In spring...a bird returns to every yard A soul returns to us.
Like the wind in the trees Like the night summer breeze Like the stars falling down into the runes Like a midnight fern blooms Like the sound of blues... Like the wind in the trees She appears... Despite the obstacles she's going through, She makes the miracles come true... And when she smiles through the tears, God's dancing invisibly like the wind in the trees...
Do not sprinkle yesterday's salt on the wounds Worthy of a horse and kingdom, of the crowns Not the one who boasts of his pain, But the one who found a cure against.
Anyone's the master of desires, but still won't get bogged down in the mental dust Not the one who drank in misery, but the one who dared to master lust.
Fate is not a fan of tearful fables Always wins in an unequal fight Not one who's deeply unhappy/unstable But the one who always shines at night.
Suffering is no more difficult than counting on your fingers Sorrows/joys are all in our power Who likes sufferers? In it who lingers? Nobody, who yearns for happiness in zero hour.