among the ruins
is what you are looking for
painful memories
comes in front of your eyes

the past is the nightmare,the duture is a scenario

chain of heart
or
the shackles of the foot

which one is heavier

lightning in the sky
or
redness of the eyes

which more is scary

very noisy places
or
desolate deserts

which is more undesired

heart searches for a third road
best in the middle of everything

I am a spring owl
I don't know trees
wall clock is my home
I don't know the sky

I live within sharps borders
can you see me
except the alarm time

when all increase wrong hypotheses
no theory is not validated when

top-level different approaches
if deeply shoots

thunderstorms in the night
if you are looking for shelter

I have in front of your door

around in a fire
while warming up,our hands
between sparks
our dreams was to fly very

we don't understand how was passed
it is fastest our days

a knife doesn't  cut it until to your eyes
blood doesn't flow,but severe wounds

load doesn't force until your words
if you understand,would you be damaged

never knew what is in my heart
I was concealing you from you,my love

a wavy sea is my heart now
when you are in my shore

love is a tide

I am drawn to the strenght of your shots
either come to me or go

good pictures are noticed late
good painters after silence

time dragged to a spot
when everyone is in the same spot

the shadow of the truth comes out on the sun

you have unlimited  stories
a desert like me

we are  very different
why don't they knows

you have to a fearless heart
a mouse like me

we are very remote
why don't they understand

you have very traps
a hunt like me

we are in separate lane
why don't they see

I saw such surfaces
when it is very calm
the bottom waves are too harsh

it throws us into the abyss
our heart
we won't die
even vorse

now the living dead

to deeper pulls
we take breathing difficult
occurs in the brain damage
we lives vaguely

we can't live without passion

for quitting the race halfway
ended
even for the winner

the evening is for everyone

one evening drunk eyes
different from all mortals
saw the world

how big are the distances
in the half of life
myriad casualties
how many notches are there in hearts

a headache with first lights of day
the new a scene when eyes open

I given fodder to dead a fish yesterday
They said too much
I know ,it is a blind alley
the problem was already there

desert's desolate
in my soul
night's trace

our dreams got caught in the barbed wire
our roads won't get us anywhere
so slowly,clunky our walk

the sun isn't born for us
so our windows close always

another must have  live
we just don't understand

listen to the water
a flow of inspiration
from the heart to hear possible

beyond of desolate
hidden fragility
that is why we are looking
only solitude

beyond belief dreams
so,away facts
single-lane roads
human cramped lived

between real and surreal

there was fog always
hidden in the blind spot
half lifes

stagnant rivers brought
you were always going fast
you did not expect
that is why you did not see

the story is just that

stroking the gentle waves off the coast of
the happiness I feel
seagulls in pursuit of fish
I see the fear
a boat is connected to the dock quietly
I understand to love
the sun is sinking slowly
I am thinking of going

you believed in clean and nice tales
I falling into a dream that couldn't be real
we thought life in an imaginary way

like everyone else,we hit a concrete wall

so now we are in this situation

feeling the rhythm of a thousand
it is not glorious table
in your inner voice hidden
the direction of the steps

walk around jumping

seedlings must have
in the desert
we have hope

I looked to the leaves
now pale
the water doesn't drains like crazy
they stayed in the pit
just stagnant
very good swimmer even if

finally haul for everbody

and install it
without a little mercy
the massacres mine like
which from gun is the bullet
blind like your hearts your eyes

I do not like darkness
my way to love goes

real is far away from your country

my birds  free
your birds in the cage
the bonds of Affection when you broke
no chain can't hold

you don't understand this

why the mask
to  which face
what you have stored
until when

don't forget

provision of the night
till the sun comes

'mirror say me' you say
in the face of reality
but
you can't see

if I was a breakwater
cuts off the waves of your sadness
I will be very happy whilst

you are in a bay
you didn't need me

always notice
very easy not see
If the hazy road

not to create interesting sentence
hard to make life interesting

you will watch the flow of the water
to understand the ground

you looked at the mirror
breakage was on
take your face
no mirrors anymore
they could not stand like me

and people their loved ones was embalmed
some bodies burned by people
some bodies buried with their possessions

human logic didn't work after the death on dark roads

must be a hyena
because I am in pieces

the blow hit my weak spot
I am pretty broke

now I want censorship
my life is horrible

I am late to give up at  my addiction
I tore myself away

blind spot
paralyzed vision
unexpected lifes

changed scenarios

prohibited areas
deep cliffs
funky steps

same ends

waits pages
hands pencils
will stick around

you must forget yesterday

each day the scenario is different

scene changes

unlimited players

different endings

good watch

the end
a few questions
when is going the sun own country
where are going shadows silently
what is tirival
who decides
where is the the end

listen
the hooves's sounds of horses running your inside
many mixed with the howling wind
whips were a cold slap
there was no getting tired until to target

they thought the sun was gone
everyone has different sun
they were so wrong

they thought the music had ended
there were birds
why they've never heard of

they thought the pain won't end
whereas each curtain a separate role
they where shocked

they thought get is remote possiblty
was knock on the door
their expected were  come

they hugged tightly they thought it wouldn't be  but they were wrong

my calendar is free
I sail in vast water
you are in deep sleep
when the time comes
you will understand
sleeping is half dead

our thoughtfulness to endless
so we are looking for too far

now magical truth
eyes will open
the stage is set
the game will begin
not sit down
hard or soft

touch to day

callus on foot hurts
callus in the heart numbs
everyrhing depends on the place

misty day
what hides
blind review

pale colors time
silence intense
everything closes in
cold views

a cat chills out now
who is feeling

this place is my reality
it may sound different you
if you know your own borders

if you want to be a whistle
you must ding ears
leaving that trail

and in the end they should know

none can not take the location

day half
we left behind
the memory book was written

the remaining half
secret box
uncertain what will happen

what is our  target
stays every step up to
our traces on earth

migration time
important in formation
errors are fatal