Friday, February 19, 2021

Autumn's Passengers (Poland)

 

Tachijony


Here I have some rare stuff for doom metal lovers. I know this good band a very long time & also trying to find some more information, but they are active from 2016, they had one gig in Poland in 2018 or 2019 ๐Ÿค” Formed in 1990. I never heard such a melodious guitar riffs, female voice, they just tearing me apart, very poetic music as for me and ofcourse I'll put one track here. Oh, almost forgot, this song called Sweet sister.  mega.nz

The Sombre (Netherlands)

“Shapeless Misery”



Genre : Old School Death Doom Metal
Type : Full-length / Brucia Records
Release date : 2020

bandcamp

The Sombre (Netherlands)

 “Into the Beckoning Wilderness”

Genre : Old School Death Doom Metal
Type : Full-length / Kapmes Records
Release date : 2019

          bandcamp

The maze of broken mirrors I see | As Satan Reigns | At the burial of the dead | Masquerades of Imagination In four acts | My life without you... | The Wings of Sky | Enarmonium | Anthurium Red Flower | The circle o′ time | Playlet


๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐œ๐š๐ง ๐ก๐ข๐ซ๐ž ๐ฆ๐ž ๐š๐ฌ ๐š ๐ฐ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐จ๐ง ๐š ๐ซ๐ž๐ ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐š๐ซ ๐›๐š๐ฌ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฏ๐ข๐š ๐๐š๐ญ๐ซ๐ž๐จ๐ง๐๐จ๐ญ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ฒ ๐ฆ๐ž ๐›๐ฒ ๐„๐ฆ๐š๐ข๐ฅ.

As Satan Reigns


­­­­­­­­­Red eyes of darkness,
Pain... sufferings...
Blood on the princess moon lips.

Oh, my father Satan I′m on my knees starring at that night girlfriend, thinking about the unbearable war of a pale death with these mostly dead bodies.

Rest in Peace.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
As Satan Reigns the birches tears flow down.

Punishment of Truth.
The Triblinka made it all clear.
All the beauty dies in our palms of hand.

Go to the death′s glade to see the millions of weeping graves, no matter who they are, as Satan Reigns the birches tears flow down.

Rest in Peace.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
As Satan Reigns the birches tears flow down.

17.01.2022

๐€๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ฏ๐ž๐: ๐‘๐ž๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐๐ฎ๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐š๐ฅ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ง๐ ๐ž, ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๐ซ๐œ๐ข๐š๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž ๐š๐ซ๐ž๐ง’๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ž๐œ๐ญ ๐œ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ž๐ง๐ญ. ๐…๐ž๐ž๐ฅ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐ž๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐  ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ข๐ง๐๐ข๐œ๐š๐ญ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐œ๐ž ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐š๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ซ'๐ฌ ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐ž !

At the burial of the dead


­­­­­­­­­­­­Beyound my funeral
Dead man walking slowly 
Afterlife as a harvest
Of human skulls

And I cannot see the beautifulness
from the grey unspoken graves,
Let the dead sleep, let the dead walking
Let the honourable black death to mak′ her seasonal harvest.

War ! War ! War ! War !
Platoon... the bloodthirsty warfare
The tribe of deadly spirits in the jungle
with no way out. The Goddam political games.

Suffering prays !!!!
Without mercy or remorse !!!!
[Solo]

And only death gives you guarantees,
And only the priest shall read the burial service, and all beauty will be lost forever a
t the burial of the dead.

16.01.2022


๐€๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ฏ๐ž๐: ๐‘๐ž๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐๐ฎ๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐š๐ฅ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ง๐ ๐ž, ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๐ซ๐œ๐ข๐š๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž ๐š๐ซ๐ž๐ง’๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ž๐œ๐ญ ๐œ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ž๐ง๐ญ. ๐…๐ž๐ž๐ฅ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐ž๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐  ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ข๐ง๐๐ข๐œ๐š๐ญ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐œ๐ž ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐š๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ซ'๐ฌ ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐ž !



The maze of broken mirrors I see


­­­­­­­­­­Sculptures of the dead bodies,
Reality is tearing me apart,
The maze of broken mirrors I see.

Satan sits in the maze like a spider and eats insects. Oh, please, avoide me from infection that Mighty God is sending me.

Now I realize why those tears of happiness the autumn clouds never had time to water up and why the reality was only fear and Christ was crucified by our God with the hands of Romans though.

No logical algorithm in my words. Perception arose with a deadly frog in a cell beneath the divine columns in reddish-brown-tinted roses.

My love is resting in a stinky grave. The Epitaph that draws my mind is the dead feeling of a dove that walking sleepily through the withered vale of my spirit daisies.

Let me hear your voice
My dear sparrow of a truth,
Let me see.. let me.. be.. alone.

25.01.2022
๐€๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ฏ๐ž๐: ๐‘๐ž๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐๐ฎ๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐š๐ฅ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ง๐ ๐ž, ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๐ซ๐œ๐ข๐š๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž ๐š๐ซ๐ž๐ง’๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ž๐œ๐ญ ๐œ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ž๐ง๐ญ. ๐…๐ž๐ž๐ฅ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐ž๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐  ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ข๐ง๐๐ข๐œ๐š๐ญ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐œ๐ž ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐š๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ซ'๐ฌ ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐ž !

The rules of animosity.

Walking down the evening streets
I see the lights of violence, repression breeds
animosity and hatred.
 
Poverty is sapping the foundations,
Outstanding disharmony.
Look around, the anti-social
behaviour.
 
Betrayals and lies, the human′s death shall be justify
Betrayals and lies, the human′s death is justified
 
I won′t follow rules,
I am who I am.
I wanna be myself,
I get stronger as a redwood grove.
 
Let us back to the primitive,
Social inequalities, hate in my head,
With which I had to grow up.
 
Social inequalities, hate in my head,
With which I had to grow up.
The constant promises for better change.
 
Lowlifes.. alcoholic intoxications..
the brain-dead politics.. death and total devastation !!!!
 
The rules of animosity !!!!
 
And no matter where's truth,
the only thing is freedom, live it your own way !!!!
 
Take a look into yourselves, know..
that death looks more beautiful
with the churchyard's tomb flowers  !!!!
 
The rules of animosity !!!!
 
I won′t follow rules,
I am who I am.
I wanna be myself,
I get stronger as a redwood grove.
 
I won′t follow rules,
I won′t change my way.
I am who I am.
I get stronger as a redwood grove.
 
And wretched society can′t break me,
Not drugs, not a betrayal of friend
can break me.
And neither of them should replace the other.
 
And as the churchyards make all the dead flowers almost alive,
And I sing for you while the priests give their blessings,
After all,
always Death looks beautiful in dead chrysanthemums.
 
I wanna be myself,
I get stronger as a redwood grove.
 
I won′t change my way.
I get stronger as a redwood..
as a redwood grove.

01.02.2022

๐€๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ฏ๐ž๐: ๐‘๐ž๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐๐ฎ๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐š๐ฅ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ง๐ ๐ž, ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๐ซ๐œ๐ข๐š๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž ๐š๐ซ๐ž๐ง’๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ž๐œ๐ญ ๐œ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ž๐ง๐ญ. ๐…๐ž๐ž๐ฅ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐ž๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐  ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ข๐ง๐๐ข๐œ๐š๐ญ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐œ๐ž ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐š๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ซ'๐ฌ ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐ž !


๐‚๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐›๐ž ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ ๐š๐ฌ
๐ƒ๐จ๐จ๐ฆ ๐Œ๐ž๐ญ๐š๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ซ๐ข๐œ๐ฌ.





“Masquerades of Imagination In
four acts.”

Table of content

Prelude...
Act 1. The throes of childbirth.
Act 2. The Man of Sorrows.
Act 3. Exequies.
Act 4. Through the night woods of my dream.
Postlude....

Prelude...
(All′ultimo uditorio)

Take a journey
Into imagination,
Those distorted
Sculptures of thoughts.
Thorns of the Rose
Entwined the Reality,
By ludicrous carriage
Rides our tomorrow.

Divine Worship....
Spiritual Odyssey....

Oh Mother,
Please pray for us !!!!
In front of
Cricifixion Cross,
I′m standing on my knees
....and pray !!!! (Heartsore)
(Pause)

Act 1.

Just see how lyrebird
Flying among trees and up
....to turquoise sky..

Feel the gravitation....
The Motherhood Attraction....

The nightingale song of Eros,
The luscious smell of verdure,
Will-o′-the-Wisp, the lust....
Silver birch groves and the widowed willows.. teardrop....
The child has born..

Windswept trees weeping
By the golden fields windrows,
Young mother, she wound her arms Round the child..
..silence.. (Pause)

Now you hear the violin
crying ?! This is the child wake-up..
(Curtain)

Act 2.

Harmony of the Earth....
Liquid mirror lochs....
Under lock and key′s
Thy heartache castle.

Heartstrings....
Loath-to-depart....

Oh Mother,
Please pray for us !!!!
In front of the cross,
I′m standing on my knees
....and pray !!!! (Heartsore)
(Pause)

We are given up for lost
Making the sign of the cross,
On behalf of goodness
The Evil One occured and
Crossed our minds...

The old broken life clock
Starts ticking.... ticking like the river,
from which my goodness flow
and dies at sea, like widow′s teardrop....
(Curtain)

Act 3.

Madonna Lily
Reduced me
To tears.... It′s enough
To make the angels weep....

Gravestone eyes were
Watering by my flower,
It′s sorrows.... a far away land.

Our suffering Auld Mother Earth,
Please forgive me !!!!

As white as a sheet
Under us she has a shield,
By the sun at day
and the moon at night she
makes sheep′s eyes.
Sheeted rain is like
Wearing shawl on your head,
You are wrapped in our
of the golden hair
Existentialism fields.
(Pause)

Sheet lightning in
the night sky,
Thundercloud playing
a medieval shawm.... We are
wrapped up in slumber....

Divine Worship....
Spiritual Odyssey....

Oh Mother,
Please pray for us !!!!
In front of
Cricifixion Cross,
I′m standing on my knees
....and pray !!!! (Heartsore)
(Pause)

....and the river of goodness
has channeled its way through unhallowed rocks....
(Curtain)

Act 4.

Travelling through
The night woods
of my dream,
The moon lead
You by the hand,
By the hand of
My lachrymose amour.
A breath of fresh wind
Will largely embrace,
Nearby you′ll see
a meadow full of
Inflorescence.... and
Sotto voce will mourn....
- Oh ! - Yes, you′ll be sottish
and.... will take a deep
breath of inspiration....

Silvery night′s
my bonny princess,
Nocturnal owls
will sing to you
romances on the leafy,
branchy oaks.
A blades of grass
murmuring by the morning
dewdrop, a meadow
sown with a camomiles and
demure′ daisies spread a
splendour carpets to
a silvern hand-painted sky;
A sorceress moon turned
into an eagle,
laid down the wings,
preparing herself for sleep....

Can you hear the rustle
of deciduous trees ?! - It′s mine
sorrowful spirit shed tears
by the pouring rain.... (Pause)

Postlude....

The dawn slaughtered
the sky, making a fiery scar.
The flowery sky
turned into a murrey muscat
pouring vine over....
That′s my awakening !

I opened my eyes,
but it was a
deep night and
the moon "Her Majesty"
shined into my eyes.
(Curtain)

The end.

21.01.2016

๐€๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ฏ๐ž๐: ๐‘๐ž๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐๐ฎ๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐š๐ฅ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ง๐ ๐ž, ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๐ซ๐œ๐ข๐š๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž ๐š๐ซ๐ž๐ง’๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ž๐œ๐ญ ๐œ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ž๐ง๐ญ. ๐…๐ž๐ž๐ฅ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐ž๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐  ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ข๐ง๐๐ข๐œ๐š๐ญ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐œ๐ž ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐š๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ซ'๐ฌ ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐ž !


My life without you...

Leaves will fall off the tree
sprinkling beauty and soft
body yours, her eyes are full of joy,
her fanciful, maybe, image,
how happy are you !

A very gentle and unique creature,
Those eyes, as I first saw, are living
in me, it warms my heart,
I know that the life-villain, all of a sudden, might try to hurt you, I could kiss thy palms of hand, don′t care about my life without you (in it).

11.02.2021

๐€๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ฏ๐ž๐: ๐‘๐ž๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐๐ฎ๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐š๐ฅ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ง๐ ๐ž, ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๐ซ๐œ๐ข๐š๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž ๐š๐ซ๐ž๐ง’๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ž๐œ๐ญ ๐œ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ž๐ง๐ญ. ๐…๐ž๐ž๐ฅ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐ž๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐  ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ข๐ง๐๐ข๐œ๐š๐ญ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐œ๐ž ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐š๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ซ'๐ฌ ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐ž !


"The Wings of Sky"

The nocturnal blue sky
With the golden stars droplets,
Peaceful and a simple universe.

We shall simply go in with you
With a breath what is in the
Heart awfully quiet,
With whisper of the morning stars.

Together we’ll rise on the highest
With a swing of awakened wings,
Cleaved together in one
Single hymn,
We’ve shown strength.

11.10.2018

๐€๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ฏ๐ž๐: ๐‘๐ž๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐๐ฎ๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐š๐ฅ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ง๐ ๐ž, ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๐ซ๐œ๐ข๐š๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž ๐š๐ซ๐ž๐ง’๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ž๐œ๐ญ ๐œ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ž๐ง๐ญ. ๐…๐ž๐ž๐ฅ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐ž๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐  ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ข๐ง๐๐ข๐œ๐š๐ญ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐œ๐ž ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐š๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ซ'๐ฌ ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐ž !


“Enarmonium”


The world of fantasies,
Azure peace an′ quit,
Wheat-fields,
Toward the icon
A monk apothegms synodic.

In the dark grow evening,
The crimson dusk,
Under feet their swan-song
The leafage hymn.

By a silvern thread
Stigmatized with the cross
The curst pattern weaves
The envious spider old chap.

Of the christ′s eyen′s - almandine
of a cherry wine - pomegranate
hadst measured at a glance the distant.
By the culpable inquisition knot the
crescent moon radiated in
the scrow. In the hands of oure
′Mother-Earth′, God Knows !
Ik shal die...

Stealing thru the woods ant glades
wol never gaze to oon′s herte′s content...(at)..

16.09.2016

๐€๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ฏ๐ž๐: ๐‘๐ž๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐๐ฎ๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐š๐ฅ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ง๐ ๐ž, ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๐ซ๐œ๐ข๐š๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž ๐š๐ซ๐ž๐ง’๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ž๐œ๐ญ ๐œ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ž๐ง๐ญ. ๐…๐ž๐ž๐ฅ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐ž๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐  ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ข๐ง๐๐ข๐œ๐š๐ญ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐œ๐ž ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐š๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ซ'๐ฌ ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐ž !


“Anthurium Red Flower”


My heart bleeds,
Still hear your voice,
So lovely, so softly
It sings.

Whales and Dolphins
On the waves of emotion
Full of Sunshine flies
Toward on silver horse of
An Ocean of your kiss.

Keep me in your sweet palms
In palms of your heart,
Like enormous coarsened pack ice
You′re stuck in a dungeon of
My bleeding heart.

Fly, fly like a falling star,
Star, comet and the moon
Leaving the crops in the
Night sky fields in swaths
Dressed in sadden attire
Of my grievous soul.

You are my night cradle,
For my heart′s singing mother,
Orioles, Dunnock, Owls
And Cuckoos
Their wonderful singing
As a child swaddled me.

But under a red sky is
Your fenceless island
With a farewell spring clouds,
Crystal waterfalls and
Lakes of many tears.

My heart bleeds,
Still hear your voice,
So lovely, so softly
It sings.

By the dawn is near
The scales fell from my eyes,
But my heart′s still bleeding.

12.01.2016

๐€๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ฏ๐ž๐: ๐‘๐ž๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐๐ฎ๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐š๐ฅ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ง๐ ๐ž, ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๐ซ๐œ๐ข๐š๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž ๐š๐ซ๐ž๐ง’๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ž๐œ๐ญ ๐œ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ž๐ง๐ญ. ๐…๐ž๐ž๐ฅ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐ž๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐  ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ข๐ง๐๐ข๐œ๐š๐ญ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐œ๐ž ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐š๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ซ'๐ฌ ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐ž !


“The circle o′ time.”

The unwritten verse
of my brood on uterine arose,
the smell of herbal blanket,
Inaccessible day walls
and the rainbow
overarch you as welcome
as flowers in may
rose with your smile,
summer lightning wink
...someone will praise
to the skies...

01.02.2016

๐€๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ฏ๐ž๐: ๐‘๐ž๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐๐ฎ๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐š๐ฅ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ง๐ ๐ž, ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๐ซ๐œ๐ข๐š๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž ๐š๐ซ๐ž๐ง’๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ž๐œ๐ญ ๐œ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ž๐ง๐ญ. ๐…๐ž๐ž๐ฅ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐ž๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐  ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ข๐ง๐๐ข๐œ๐š๐ญ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐œ๐ž ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐š๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ซ'๐ฌ ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐ž !


“Playlet”


Under pledge of secrecy
Skim over morn clouds,
The moonlit night fell into
Despair; Inhabitants as
Insects came over an urban pollen,
An auld Countess Death
Inserts inharmonic.
In this playlet of the wooden babes,
Which entwined in dreams among
The floral tributes, babbitry
Still stand mute of malice.

31.08.2016

๐€๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ฏ๐ž๐: ๐‘๐ž๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐๐ฎ๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐š๐ฅ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ง๐ ๐ž, ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๐ซ๐œ๐ข๐š๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž ๐š๐ซ๐ž๐ง’๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ž๐œ๐ญ ๐œ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ž๐ง๐ญ. ๐…๐ž๐ž๐ฅ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐ž๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐  ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ข๐ง๐๐ข๐œ๐š๐ญ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐œ๐ž ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐š๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ซ'๐ฌ ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐ž !