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MOIST TWILIGHTS
Between the twilight of regression
I see the decompression forces
Slowly swallowing all passion
And none here will remorse
Inside your soul I see black holes
Of glamour and the discourse revelations
You’re reaching gray and shallow point
Where circle is the law of conversations
Still…
Your waters stained with deadened dirt
The garbage of your un-existence
To not living giving birth
Twilight…
Is the place where you’ll be hidden
Puke and dirt now is your heathen
Earth’s the food you always eat
Will’s now still the only idol
I would be kneeled for in my search
Hardest rock for me is mildest
The frost of mountains – better torch
Free minded now I’m leaving
Away your twilight full of maggots
Create image of different feelings
Unstained by hands of all your lords
Still…
My boat sailing on your swamp soil
And I change my mortal coil
To see ideals never seen in your land
Morning…
The only sun I search for…
And deepest color
For my own…
NIGHTINGALE OF WRATH
Bury this world in the sunset of age
Bite iron nails of this endless cage.
Kiss the burning flame of rising rage
And embrace the loving hearts images…
Cry all the tears of pain that you feel
Bow all the things that here you would kneel
And never let this world to kill
All of your dreams under the seals…
Your searing eyes are full of ice
And skin will glow like morning star
You never take all this demise
World gave to you behind your scars…
Nightingale of Wrath…
Bury this place in flame of your emotions
Throw down the smooth of their ways.
These frozen tears will mean only in motion
Of burning endless chain of days…
Sing your song for morning and the sunset
Believe in all you can rise up to life
Like Hand Made God you never come to dead
Dancing on the blade of burning Light…
Fly up until you die exalted
Never forget all what is done
You live only when come too far
Under the rays of thorn made Crown
Nightingale of Wrath…
In every moment long for more
Than you are now
Than you’ve been reached…
This light is world of all your own
In kindness and pride
Of trust Angel’s teached…
The wings of searing frost
Adept of dreaming cross
My Nightingale of Wrath…
EQUILIBRIUM IN MOTION
It would be stupid not to feel
Not to wake up once together
Not to see the rising sun
Through the falling drops of heaven
It would be stupid not to be
Not to drink the vine of happy
Not to run onto the puddles
Laughing loud and clapping hands
Equilibrium in motion
Never be in state of static
Born without inner brakes
Passing death on crazy running
It is so stupid when you talk
Only about the veil of sadness
Sitting and staring at the clock
Passing all the days away
It is so stupid to be spared
From everything that could be happened
From pain and love that we could share
And breathing deep and neverending
Join me in my simple game
This equilibrium in motion
Burn with me this candle flame
Of your beloved and deep devotion
GUN JAZZ
Let’s take the gun, my Little sister,
And shot all men there in the house.
Let’s take the gun, my Honey sister,
Turn on the rhythm of led jazz…
Let’s take the gun, my Little Sister,
Blow up their brains upon the wall,
And show them our sharpen feelings
Under the pressure of their law
Oooh… it’s a chemical blister in their head…
Oooh… it’s a peace of forgiveness after death…
Oh… does it matter for them to live their lives?
Oh… do they need any guts there in inside?
Let’s take some bullets, Little Sister,
And don’t remind of anything
You knew a day before this trick
Here is the beat sounds *click-click*
It’s naturally making of the hole
To make the pressure less to be
To clean the place for little world
Between the teeth and iron wheels…
But what now is left of you… when thing is done?
In blood-bath your day renewed… but there is nothing more…
And hardly understood… that hole you made in world…
Long time ago was made in you…
FUNERAL ROMANCE
So strange to feel this emptiness in heart
And stay so calm around her life
Look into her eyes
Look into her smiles
And feel nothing more inside…
Like the smoke of the cigarettes it’s gone
It disappeared like fog upon the sun
And nothing left to say my friend
There’s only scent of poison in our arms
Your words will find no echoes in my heart
And your sweet smile it looks like lies
No faith
No cry
Because inside we are apart
Be happy. Nothing more to say…
I go away. I have no want to stay.
I’m sorry for my heart unable to believe
I leave your little soul with tiny part of me.
Like tender scent of your perfumes it’s gone
This veil of fog upon my head will tell
We lost in time our tiny sun
And silent waltz is never ours
THE FACE OF ABSURDNESS
When any faith is philosophy
The one of thousand different ways
You see the face of your own coffin
The one result of all your trails
When Death and questions kissing you
And you embrace the endless Space
You see the emptiness all through
The meaningless of damned race
Here you face the face of the absurdness
Take in your hand the heaviest burden
Will you know the bliss of the madness?
When the answers crush all the curtains
Growing weed of humans inner worlds
Burning brightly in the hands of Death
We don’t hear the voice of elder words
Telling us how do the deepest breath
Circles of the natural destruction
Put deep into the mind’s abstractions
We do never make the best of actions
Till the pain will strike our blind direction
SMALL HERO
Can you be the hero? Do you have a power?
What will rise from inside of your head?
This is tired people. Noise is getting louder
They are fighting for the piece of bread…
Misery in stalking of the poorest wishes
Tied to the materials from above
Likes the ones who leash them
Give them all their love
Everyone lives here among the thorns
So can you change anything within your life?
Did you ever think of world that you can grow inside?
Trembling heart between the iron backs of human souls
Can you be the hero reliving our dying hopes?
Turn away of sadness sowed by TV screen in heart
Open up the window looking for the place to hide
Everybody seem to be don’t cared until they hunger
Your way will be invisible for their rude and tired eyes
Never care about the time that spreading it’s long claws
Never listen to the singers singing of the loss
Caring tender flower of hope within your tiny hands
The visions of the long time lost forever Neverland…
ONE SILENT EVENING
Speak to me
Growing weed
They did say
When they killed
Please don’t cry
Let’s go and watch the sky
Darkness covers all
And the bruises on your face
Got at home
From their hands…
My tiny friend
My tiny hands
My only one
I can depend on
Till the end
Speak to me
In silence of the noise
Tell me things
That you’re alive and loving
Behind the doors
We saved by darkened rooms
Speak our evening stories
Here under stairs we bloom
Don’t mind
I don’t care
For this life
We are mad
Please don’t cry
My best one
Try to sleep
Try to fly
Tomorrow we will run away…
ROOM OF NOTHING
Locked in the room without light and darkness
I see the dirty window of the world
Here I was born without demise to follow for
Frozen by heat and melted by snow…
I’m sitting here with echoes of conceptions
Creating the cage for unhallowed selves
Their greed teach them to feed deceptions
And gray dead rooms full of the slaves
I must confess
I cannot bear the silence
It’s my distress
To know the sense of violence
This dirt on glass
Can once be washed
Like the voice of the masses
Can once be heard
So watch…
I touch the window with one hope
To break the gray dirt on its surface
It is for me just like the rope
Tying me to enslave the view of my grace
Conception of existence left us without living
Because the middle place are never knowing dreaming
And heart on one half can never be beating
And love can not be half of your deformed feelings
I watch the dirt
Is falling down of glass
I see the real world
Full of mysteries and stars
Grayness always fear the songs
And battle for the void has to be done
Light your eyes to make the room of nothing
To be your world with blizzard kind of willing
The conceptions of slave selves has to die
Then window will clear
And then we will fly
Again…
