A keresés eredménye

Nine

Along the silk paths of your hair
My wounded fingers are wandering
They're looking for the source of braids
These wanderers are trembling in a chill of tenderness
My glance of a tired bird is in the abyss of your eyes
It soars above the northern immortality of the sea
As if for the first and last time
Now without arguing with anything
 
Your second heart is trying to beat
Greedily, noisily sucking up thick blood
I listen to it, I want to know
What name will become the silence on the moonstone
And in whose chest it will thunder
That heart like a hammer on the world's anvil
Whose breath out by the piercing copper
Suddenly will cry out in sorrow
 
Through blue silks of the sky
A bird flew up like a white spark
To find out how deep the heaven river is
And drown into the Sun
 
An ocean of the Universes inside your silence
The liquefied time of the blind future
The flashed deception of the star of consciousness
The happiness of nescience, an early loss
And all reality is that we're doomed
And every moment is always the last for us
How is it wonderful, that when you wake up
You push me into a bottomless summer day.
 

I must

Promise me that you will wait,
That you won't let your heart of faith get tired.
That you won't allow the greed of death
Get to my bones.
 
Don't beg me to stay,
I'm sorry for all, my love.
I’m going, I’ll fight,
I’ll fight, you hear, for you!
 
Tell me you know the day of victory,
Shed, my angel, shadow of the wings.
Breath the bravery into eternity of the soul,
Give the body to lie and long knifes to me.
 
Don't beg me to stay,
I'm sorry for all, my love.
I’m going, I’ll fight,
I’ll fight, you hear, for you!
 

MSCW

On the fine edge of lies
The running blood
As a ruby drop.
The fingers are trying to sew
The brow cut,
But to no avail.
The youth is seeping
By sugar of pink tears
On the paleness of fear.
Adults are lying
And they're doing it seriously -
Doing it boldly and rudely.
 
And we don't even need an excuse
For the wrath of protest,
The high-voltage current of alien manifestos
Is sparking in our veins,
The nails of rusty ideas, of garbage desires
Are driven into our foreheads,
They weaken the youth day by day
In the captivity of expectations.
 
Angels are above me,
Above liberated Moscow,
The light snow of silent wings
And one night for all.
 
Black ink on white brains
I scratched words with knives of roods.
Watch, the head will be rolling on the pavement
Screaming the curses.
As a tangle of lies to the dirty from blood legs
Of those, who were shouting:
'This world belongs to you' -
The world of despair.
 
Angels are above me,
Above liberated Moscow,
The light snow of silent wings
And one night for all.
 

Snowman

One day spring will come
And take me home
And blue skies will open above my head
 
Spring will cry and hold me with her warmth
And I will rest my tearful face on her shoulder
 
Where have you been for so many years,
So many sleepy winters?
I'm so tired of keeping a secret that I'm loved
 
But the night is blackened by pain
I'm looking through the icy window
There's a transparent tape of reflection
And nothing more
 
Spring will come after me
With ringing sun into emptiness
She never lies
She knows that I'm waiting
 

Twilight

Don’t lose me, I’m barely holding onto you
In the twilight of November, breathing warmly, I tear
With the voice of fragile words I’ll leave your throat
With the letter “A”, through the ditch, to the face
 
Don’t lose me through the bleeding days
With the wings of bullfinch, in the sorrow of cat claws
The sobbing of forgotten, unnamed stars
Somewhere, between the birches, burns the maple a bright red
 

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I trust in you Lord, trusting myself to you
I know, amidst scattered stars, you think of me
I'll do everything as you designed
Everything I'm destined to
As you accept everyone and I'm your son
 
Lord, you are a torn sun, given to everyone
Each one of us got your blazing rays within
Everything alive is nurtured by you
You keep keys to all doors in your hands
 
Oh Lord, give me the strength to live through tomorrow
And to survive the day
Add a fire of love to my heart
So I don't shoot myself
 
I take off to bomb the cities
Sleeping people who I don't know
They will never wake up
They will get to heaven forever
 
Everything made by me is my gift to you
Everything, from greater to lesser
So where are you
In all that scarlet spilled by you?
 
You laugh with your gaping smile
You grin at people
But if none of them have faith in you
You are no more
 
I take off to bomb the cities
Sleeping people who I don't know
They will never wake up
They will get to heaven forever
 

387

My rainbow, my childhood, a smile of my father
His heart resting in his open hands
Given to me to the full.
 
My rainbow, my mother
Who disappeared above the river of my tears
The river reflected her, but soon all was gone
No more lightning, no clouds, no storms.
 
My rainbow, my children
This one shines the brightest when I'm gone
I'm glad I was present in this world
I dance with two rainbows.
 
Rays of the sun of my love got refracted in the drops of the rain of time
And the precious light of the rainbow of her eyes
Shines brightly above all.
 
My rainbow is not those around me
But those I'm close to
Those who have me behind their backs
When tears are the only reward for the day.
 
Everyone meets their best sunset
As no one is under the sky for long
I don't feel sorry, but I was glad to be here
I witnessed the rainbow.
 
Rainbow imprisoned into a square cell of the flag
Waves above heads that have no more light within
The ones with stinky moonshine of nonsense ideas
Where rainbow mixes into a brown spot.
 

612

Morning walked into the city, like a child dancing in silence
And it became clear, how hard it was yesterday for me and you
To come home through familiar streets
Through the unreciprocated crudeness of faceless crowd
Through the city given away to chickens
Who still run around headless.
 
Blood and smashed windows on the sidewalks
Morning coughs black smoke of burnt cars
A boiled beet of the sun
Rises above the city where I was murdered
A burned down match head drops on the floor
Now you got used to crying
Damn these fucking rebels.
 
The tune was the same - freedom and justice
High-rises swarming with hundreds of thousands of assholes
None of them worthy of that very freedom
And I'm hanging on the dull knives, now I'm totally free.
 
People broken into pieces, people cut open in parts
Break each other's heads and tear each other's mouths
People broken into pieces, people cut open in parts
Break each other's heads and tear each other's mouths
 
Morning has run around schools, kindergartens
And now day fell on its knees
But hardly anyone who was there last night now feels happy
Waking up in the debris of drunkenness and rampant laziness
They'll never understand anything
The storefronts of their eyes are nailed with thick plywood
And I'll be here, I'll stay
As a thirst of bullets loaded into sleeping guns.
 

Snow

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The night poured snow, like a tattered moon pillow
A disco of stars, on the city of boulders.
Fear the white whisper, it leaves no trace
With a glimmering knife in hand, sneaking among the houses...
 
He won't come back, Do not wait. The steam freezes breath,
He's halfway in the path of, oncoming headlights.
He crosses the world, along beds of noisy rivers,
Like tunnels of black holes, through the melancholy snow..
 
The diamond pollen of, a fading flower dream,
is wasted endlessly, in city squares.
And from her to him, running across the earth,
it seems so easy, to follow white snow.