Other worlds...
Sometimes reading other people's poems, I try to penetrate into a person's
soul and try to understand what kind of pain these lines bring out.
You look at FREED and think you’re an ordinary person. And you read this, and
you see how someone lives in it, and sometimes this happens to someone like this
it hurts...
Pythagoras said that he had a demon who made him
Pythagoras. Does she have it too? People hold on to their blindness
for fear of losing their usual guides. Lifelong child in
everyone desperately clings to a mysterious external force, calling
by her different names...
Fate, gods, demons, angels, who am I?
One essence, the fear of believing oneself.
Even in geniuses there lives the usual thirst for money, sex, power, blood,
hatred and of course love. Alas, this is true.
She said
- On my grave it will be written,
CHOCKED FROM FREEDOM!
So let's get started...
Millennium.
Through the wire of barbed phrases,
Through the darkness piercing the shadows
I look at the world, which consists of phases,
Which lead to resurrection.
Night repeats day as a reflection of dreams,
Which seemed so real.
And blurring into the emptiness of the foundations,
The system devours everyone en masse.
The world is drawn into this circle, and as if in a vice
People are squeezed - prisoners of the regime,
Like truth born through the centuries;
A snake in a ring is an inscrutable path.
Millennium past wordsThey will rise, tearing apart infinity. (ROBERT JOHNSON).
The hour is approaching......Into legal rights,
The one who denies the laws enters.
Filling it to full with another force
The cracked cup of the universe,
Purple-red blood wave
Brings out the globe that has fallen into oblivion.
***
My tracks are covered with sand,
And time dissolves into grains.
With shards of hope in my throat,
The frozen cry of a lonely bird.
Eyes filled with the sparkle of tears,
They pierce the abyss, propping up eternity...
Breaking my neck from venerable poses,
Judas is scratching at the door of heaven again.
I'll sell myself for beautiful words,
Blood-thinning piercing glances,
And only when I burn myself to the ground,
I will step calmly into the ashes of hell.
The palm will be covered with sweat,
And the blood on it looks like drops of mercury.
Rushing to extremes, I fly into the fire again,
Trying to hide from the very essence in it.
***
I won’t stoop to your heights,
Do not lose faith in the powerlessness of the Almighty;
I taste the nights like forbidden fruit,
Taking two extra breaths per minute.
I sacrifice my consciousness to dreams,
In astrality I lose my balance,
I sweep away trash from the nooks and crannies of memory,
Replacing the songs of angels with demons.
I'm exposing myself. Easier than silence
Scraps of fear, scorched by the eclipse,
And, protected by the coldness of the moon,
I follow her like a soulless shadow.
Beyond myself, beyond the mercy of the devils,
Beyond the judgments of demon and God,
I rise above the absurdity of death,
That the thresholds of existence surround.
Like the kisses of a fire flameTwo moles lay like a mark on his shoulders;
I am the godsister of recklessness,
I am the pain from parting before meeting.
I am a revelation of darkness, that’s not the point,
No one will judge you for this anymore.
Worldly pleasures will compress the chest.
After all, the morning will soon wake me up again.
***
Rancid metaphors filled the sheets,
The path of “genius” is known - to be burned....
The truth is covered in ashes, and you know:
Its price is payment for creation.
Taking the word game as a gift from God,
Trying to break out of the vicious circle,
We invite the blow
Bandaged the old wounds tightly.
We complicate the syllable with curse words -
Good intentions lead into darkness.....
Where to put an end - epilogue
The hope is that we are completely different.
***
The sky will spread its arms wider,
It will become tight in the arms of fear.
It seems to me that in this world,
I took someone else's place.
Once again the best enemy aims his sight -
The smile on the lips froze
Everything that happens to me
already happened to someone once...
Year after year I fly in my dreams
Where the shadows cry at night
I'll flip through the pages of life:
where you were - only dots....
there, somewhere there are roads already,
but we chose them ourselves
maybe it was worse
but I know for sure it happened to us.
from flat phrases there are hundreds of despondencies,
breaking the silence into pieces...
I am emptiness. because from now on I
living other people's lives
***
Shadows scattered like fragments of dreams,
The sky is painted over with ink.
Frozen inmidnight with the remains of words
The crosses will be fastened over the graves.
Through ditches, through forests,
Through the autumn winds
Someone's soul is looking for a way,
Where there is peace and forgiveness.
These paths are burned with torment,
Covered with black leaves,
She can find another world,
And here she is an eternal outcast.
Seconds knives pierce the chest -
Like payment for sins -
Further than eternity, or rather than the essence,
More than just forgiveness
***
A thousand thin needles
My parachute is being pierced
In the cruelest of games
I know only one way out.
There the door is open to eternity,
There are bright faces of angels...
My soul is a wild beast,
It's knocking on heaven again.
The moon is covered with red spots,
Here you are your own god and your own enemy.
I don't want to back down
Life pays for my every step.
Even if your wings are broken at birth,
There is no fall here - free flight....
My eyes are filled with cloudy dust.....
Quickly! Ring! Time doesn't wait!
***
Angels turned the skies upside down
Mockingbirds fulfilled prophecies
Carrying pride through tears
You step above loneliness.
rubbing the sheets until they bleed
you call to life with the pain of a syllable...
you destroy bridges in front of you,
cursing the right path.
the fumes of thoughts covering fear,
himself a traitor and savior,
you burn yourself at the stake,
cursing the quiet monastery.
life and death in one ring
closed, mingling in the beginningless
the truth wears a stupid face,
tenderness - to despairsad.
so it was and will be, you know
there is truth - that's why we're lying
no wings and you can't fly...
and we die because we live
we die because we live
because we live!
Such a departure from reality into the world of dreams, black dreams, because this
pain. Who loves poetry, tell me, isn’t it wonderful? Style,
- phantasmagoria, but very subtle.
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