Poetry

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Here In Void

Well, let me tell you something —
That was never told,
I was a teenage rebel,
But now I’m enough old.

The Moon that guides me forward
Is pink with Buddha’s blood.
He died, but was no coward —
Rejecting role of God.

Here in Void —
Listen to my crying soul,
Here in Void —
Through pain and darkness, hear my call…
Here in Void —
There’s nothing left for me again,
Here in Void —
Please, take my hand under the rain…

All that goddamned cities, countries —
I’m tired to count it all.
Looking for the signs from Gods —
So hard with every fall.

Now all I need is your hand —
To save me from the Void.
Escape this world of sadness,
That I have not enjoyed…

Here in Void —
Listen to my crying soul,
Here in Void —
Through pain and darkness, hear my call…
Here in Void —
There’s nothing left for me again,
Here in Void —
Please, take my hand under the rain…

 

Singing Bowl

Inside I’m separated,
Please tell me what comes next?
What was so over-rated
Than every single text?

That shadows of the past
Appear in my mind.
Another story’s end —
Another story’s fight…

Who, please tell me who will dig it from the grave?
That hidden treasures of the heart and soul…
I stay in that daydream what they gave,
The only one to sing — singing bowl…

We are out of thinking —
We lose any control.
Our tears are what we’re drinking,
They fall into singing bowl.

That shadows of the past
Appear in my mind.
Another story’s end —
Another story’s fight…

Who, please tell me who will dig it from the grave?
That hidden treasures of the heart and soul…
I stay in that daydream what they gave,
The only one to sing — singing bowl…

 

Walking Through The Land Of Ghosts

I am longing to… what never really existed.
Longing for something, what never really existed.
An image from the past, wasted tears and months of sorrow…
A form with no fulfillment, a face from my dreams.
Oh, she was unreal — but then, much more unreal my dreams were.
Walking on empty streets, meeting this face everywhere.
Oh, your smile deserves all the treasures in this world, or not?
An empty ghost, phantom in my imagination…
Oh, where are you now? Does it really matter anymore?

Why this planet is so small? I have seen such different places,
But yet was never in the land of ghosts…
Oh, that memories of you now, they’re just ghosts in the clouds, but —
Let me just ask, if it was you — that one who put the seeds of sorrow into my heart,
Oh, this eternal sorrow… My heart became frozen for years.
Should these emotions exist even when they never reach your heart?
Oh, tell me — why I still keep your image in my heart?
Why I try to remember, even now — oh why, why I try to remember?
And — tell me please — why, why? Why I try to forget it so desperately?

Curse on these memories, curse upon love, curse upon this sorrow!
Oh, truly they say — into the land of ghosts we all shall go!
So maybe, who knows… so maybe, but who knows?
Maybe one day — will meet you there, but — I have nothing to tell,
Oh — I have just nothing to tell at all, to anybody — about that longing,
About that emptiness and imaginary borders what separate us,
That separate us all here… So please, just tell me…
If you know your own raison d’être, so please — just tell me…
For what?..

 

Thy Flow Ov Visions

I was a flame what sets the hearts on fire,
Then I was nothing — the formless form.
Heaven pour water on this pulsing desire,
So fire turns into ice flowers — once more I was born.
This life I see — through night trains’ windows,
Through trees, what in the forest grow.
Landscapes — they change — does it bring wisdoms?
You, you create and judge Thy Flow.

Thy Flow Ov Visions — that is life,
Illusion hidden was in forms.
Thy Truth of being — sharp as knife.
Go ask yourself for what it was…

The paths we choose — through woods they lead,
Where moonbeams pierce that midnight shades.
Gods’ wisdom — is it what you need
To walk above the Earth with grace.
Your quests for treasures are ahead —
That ones what they eternal call.
You’re not alive and neither dead,
All ancient scrolls for you — to roll…

Thy Flow Ov Visions — that is life,
Illusion hidden was in forms.
Thy Truth of being — sharp as knife.
Go ask yourself for what it was…

In mud Thy Flower blooms — that one,
What is a symbol of the key…
Its blossom shakes when bow was done,
That depths of mud — they merge with sea.
That sea what all us keep inside,
We call it One, origin, Tao.
It falls — enough for me to write —
To point things what showed us Lao.

Thy Flow Ov Visions — that is life,
Illusion hidden was in forms.
Thy Truth of being — sharp as knife.
Go ask yourself for what it was…