If only I pass into nothingness
Should turn up in my memory wheat grain crops,
blonde waves inspire me everlasting wavings,
the bird`s song : the field – a big dissoluteness,
the days` south secretly between us does sift it(...)
Should I look into the thought`s depth : a river
which lightens Undeath – spend my years,
and I have your face like the seaside of the wheat ears:
an icon, that it steals my everything – time!
If only I pass into nothingness,
I will remember you for ever
rich soil for love –
blonde dreamings will sift you –
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A sweet sound is framing – as the liquor of an evening,
anxious hearts – a sundown of springs:
are watching me into deepness, overwhelmed as a pain –
infinite, with an eye in soul and with another in quietness...
`this night – without night, with white walls, of lime –
we are both climbing up, secretly, in the osuary`s time(...)
Tremble touched by the nature`s autumnal white-frost –
wild wasteness by latent energies…
seed sprung into thinking origin –
a clay`s illusion through passionate moments.
It`s the thought
a light faster
or unreliable fire –
through which it`s shown
life in tongue of pendulum clock,
and also of tree`s-tree,
the eternity fill out
and the m a n
the sensitive one –
into the Human Being.
„God does not play dice” –
I do not take God’s ways in vain,
I only dream with an inert body-infinite
in the gardens
of the sleep(...),
And the waves of my verse
don quixote-like – charismatic
Are ▫ in an absurd way : ghostly
curves or chords of segments,
written in a
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The old is going, let him go,
The new, ringing out across the snow!
Look at the sky,
Spring draws nigh!
It’s playing lyre,
For us seeking our household fire!
Warmth is knocking at the door,
Winter is shaken to the core!
Heart of nature is quickening,
Pairs of birds are on the wing!
Let’s ring in the new,
And turn to the True!
Give up hostility, brutality,
Observe highest human dignity!
When we are dressing the part,
Off the False, clean our heart!
Keep our heart off sorrow,
Keep in mind life is wow!
Let heart get cleaned up,
Just right to the top,
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Somewhere it went away,
What's that I tried,
There flashed 'cross the way,
I found it was folly
Nothing was somewhere.
He is an actor with brandishing sword in his hand,
Luckily his words are not sharp and pointed,
For he knows nothing but gimmicks to perform,
Day in and day out he shouts to himself.
A little hat flew 'cross the wall,
I let my soul too to fly with it,
But I had no words to reach the hat,
For I was deaf and dumb with the string.
* * *
Ant bite so much pain
* * *
On the root
Trees searching new earth