๐๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐๐ง ๐ก๐ข๐ซ๐ ๐ฆ๐ ๐๐ฌ ๐ ๐ฐ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐๐ซ ๐จ๐ง ๐ ๐ซ๐๐ ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐๐ซ ๐๐๐ฌ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฏ๐ข๐ ๐๐๐ญ๐ซ๐๐จ๐ง. ๐๐จ๐ญ๐ข๐๐ฒ ๐ฆ๐ ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ฆ๐๐ข๐ฅ.
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
๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐๐ซ๐ฏ๐๐: ๐๐๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐๐ฎ๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐๐ฅ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐๐ก๐๐ง๐ ๐, ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐๐ข๐๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ ๐๐ซ๐๐ง’๐ญ ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐๐ข๐ซ๐๐๐ญ ๐๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐๐ง๐ญ. ๐
๐๐๐ฅ ๐๐ซ๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ข๐ง๐๐ข๐๐๐ญ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ซ'๐ฌ ๐ง๐๐ฆ๐ !
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
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
๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐๐ซ๐ฏ๐๐: ๐๐๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐๐ฎ๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐๐ฅ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐๐ก๐๐ง๐ ๐, ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐๐ข๐๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ ๐๐ซ๐๐ง’๐ญ ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐๐ข๐ซ๐๐๐ญ ๐๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐๐ง๐ญ. ๐
๐๐๐ฅ ๐๐ซ๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ข๐ง๐๐ข๐๐๐ญ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ซ'๐ฌ ๐ง๐๐ฆ๐ !
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 at the burial of the dead.
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 at the burial of the dead.
16.01.2022
๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐๐ซ๐ฏ๐๐: ๐๐๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐๐ฎ๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐๐ฅ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐๐ก๐๐ง๐ ๐, ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐๐ข๐๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ ๐๐ซ๐๐ง’๐ญ ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐๐ข๐ซ๐๐๐ญ ๐๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐๐ง๐ญ. ๐ ๐๐๐ฅ ๐๐ซ๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ข๐ง๐๐ข๐๐๐ญ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ซ'๐ฌ ๐ง๐๐ฆ๐ !
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
๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐๐ซ๐ฏ๐๐: ๐๐๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐๐ฎ๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐๐ฅ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐๐ก๐๐ง๐ ๐, ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐๐ข๐๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ ๐๐ซ๐๐ง’๐ญ ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐๐ข๐ซ๐๐๐ญ ๐๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐๐ง๐ญ. ๐
๐๐๐ฅ ๐๐ซ๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ข๐ง๐๐ข๐๐๐ญ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ซ'๐ฌ ๐ง๐๐ฆ๐ !
The rules of animosity.
Walking down the evening streets
I see the lights of violence, repression breeds
animosity and hatred.
Outstanding disharmony.
Look around, the anti-social
behaviour.
Betrayals and lies, the human′s death is justified
I am who I am.
I wanna be myself,
I get stronger as a redwood grove.
Social inequalities, hate in my head,
With which I had to grow up.
With which I had to grow up.
The constant promises for better change.
the brain-dead politics.. death and total devastation !!!!
the only thing is freedom, live it your own way !!!!
that death looks more beautiful
with the churchyard's tomb flowers !!!!
I am who I am.
I wanna be myself,
I get stronger as a redwood grove.
I won′t change my way.
I am who I am.
I get stronger as a redwood grove.
Not drugs, not a betrayal of friend
can break me.
And neither of them should replace the other.
And I sing for you while the priests give their blessings,
After all,
always Death looks beautiful in dead chrysanthemums.
I get stronger as a redwood grove.
I get stronger as a redwood..
as a redwood grove.
01.02.2022
๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐๐ซ๐ฏ๐๐: ๐๐๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐๐ฎ๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐๐ฅ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐๐ก๐๐ง๐ ๐, ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐๐ข๐๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ ๐๐ซ๐๐ง’๐ญ ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐๐ข๐ซ๐๐๐ญ ๐๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐๐ง๐ญ. ๐
๐๐๐ฅ ๐๐ซ๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ข๐ง๐๐ข๐๐๐ญ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ซ'๐ฌ ๐ง๐๐ฆ๐ !
๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐๐ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐๐ ๐๐ฌ
๐๐จ๐จ๐ฆ ๐๐๐ญ๐๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ซ๐ข๐๐ฌ.
“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
๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐๐ซ๐ฏ๐๐: ๐๐๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐๐ฎ๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐๐ฅ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐๐ก๐๐ง๐ ๐, ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐๐ข๐๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ ๐๐ซ๐๐ง’๐ญ ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐๐ข๐ซ๐๐๐ญ ๐๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐๐ง๐ญ. ๐
๐๐๐ฅ ๐๐ซ๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ข๐ง๐๐ข๐๐๐ญ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ซ'๐ฌ ๐ง๐๐ฆ๐ !
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).
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
๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐๐ซ๐ฏ๐๐: ๐๐๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐๐ฎ๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐๐ฅ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐๐ก๐๐ง๐ ๐, ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐๐ข๐๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ ๐๐ซ๐๐ง’๐ญ ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐๐ข๐ซ๐๐๐ญ ๐๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐๐ง๐ญ. ๐
๐๐๐ฅ ๐๐ซ๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ข๐ง๐๐ข๐๐๐ญ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ซ'๐ฌ ๐ง๐๐ฆ๐ !
"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
๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐๐ซ๐ฏ๐๐: ๐๐๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐๐ฎ๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐๐ฅ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐๐ก๐๐ง๐ ๐, ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐๐ข๐๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ ๐๐ซ๐๐ง’๐ญ ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐๐ข๐ซ๐๐๐ญ ๐๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐๐ง๐ญ. ๐
๐๐๐ฅ ๐๐ซ๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ข๐ง๐๐ข๐๐๐ญ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ซ'๐ฌ ๐ง๐๐ฆ๐ !
“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
๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐๐ซ๐ฏ๐๐: ๐๐๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐๐ฎ๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐๐ฅ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐๐ก๐๐ง๐ ๐, ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐๐ข๐๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ ๐๐ซ๐๐ง’๐ญ ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐๐ข๐ซ๐๐๐ญ ๐๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐๐ง๐ญ. ๐
๐๐๐ฅ ๐๐ซ๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ข๐ง๐๐ข๐๐๐ญ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ซ'๐ฌ ๐ง๐๐ฆ๐ !
“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
๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐๐ซ๐ฏ๐๐: ๐๐๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐๐ฎ๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐๐ฅ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐๐ก๐๐ง๐ ๐, ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐๐ข๐๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ ๐๐ซ๐๐ง’๐ญ ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐๐ข๐ซ๐๐๐ญ ๐๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐๐ง๐ญ. ๐
๐๐๐ฅ ๐๐ซ๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ข๐ง๐๐ข๐๐๐ญ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ซ'๐ฌ ๐ง๐๐ฆ๐ !
“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
๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐๐ซ๐ฏ๐๐: ๐๐๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐๐ฎ๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐๐ฅ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐๐ก๐๐ง๐ ๐, ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐๐ข๐๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ ๐๐ซ๐๐ง’๐ญ ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐๐ข๐ซ๐๐๐ญ ๐๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐๐ง๐ญ. ๐
๐๐๐ฅ ๐๐ซ๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ข๐ง๐๐ข๐๐๐ญ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ซ'๐ฌ ๐ง๐๐ฆ๐ !
“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
๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐๐ซ๐ฏ๐๐: ๐๐๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐๐ฎ๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐๐ฅ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐๐ก๐๐ง๐ ๐, ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐๐ข๐๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ ๐๐ซ๐๐ง’๐ญ ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐๐ข๐ซ๐๐๐ญ ๐๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐๐ง๐ญ. ๐
๐๐๐ฅ ๐๐ซ๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ข๐ง๐๐ข๐๐๐ญ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ซ'๐ฌ ๐ง๐๐ฆ๐ !
