***
New York vision
---------------
“Freeze, Don’t move!” - dress to kill on City,
City that never sleeps.
Buildings dive into eyes… and pity’s
getting’em out of… Slips

precious mind to unhook the abyss -
straight lips and fishy sky.
River’s veins - pushing blues… and cabbies
hunt for time… cutting Apple Pie.

22 Лютого 2007

***
Living...
---------
Living on cutting edge –
cutting the edge of living…
Raising your arm to sledge –
sledging away from giving.

Swearing to you my pledge…
Pledging – avoid a swearing.
Stopping to fight in rage –
Raging my fight for carrying…

Bearing the truth is hard,
harder - to bear the bearing.
Guarding True Love from heart –
truly, protecting belly.

Nothing’s compares to You,
if You compared to Nothing…
Living’s a point of view –
viewing of point passing.

20 Лютого 2007


***
We are low on supplies...
-------------------------
We are low on supplies for Blood –
someone’s veins are too hard for sharing.
S.O.S. greetings being shot
to the head, and prepared for bearing…

We are low on supplies for Heart.
This is not operation – “Open!”
I am begging you - be a part
of repairing for those with broken...

We are low on supplies for Love.
For Christ Sake, Open Gates! Soul’s leaving…
And I let you to let it go
to someone who’s bereft of living...


19 Січня 2007

***
Puppet
------
My hands are pulled up
and posture is standing.
Don’t know: how to stop,
the start, and the ending.

Attached to my strings
and strings... are to heaven -
invisible links
from “Always” to “Never”.

I’m hanging around,
but some lines are missing.
Those things: touching ground,
no blessing or bliss in.

No strings to the lips,
that I used for kissing;
and nothing that keeps
to tell You: “Don’t Listen!”.

Like rain losing drops,
Love cuts its connection…
and sound of chops
is more than perfection.

I’m following “right”,
but wireless minding
keeps pushing aside
whole process of sliding.

No matter how hard
the “pulls” are rejected -
events stick to chart
for "lines disconnected".

No dicing for rolls,
and breath in to spare…
Don’t lose our souls,
O Great Puppeteer!

17 Січня 2007


***
Companions
----------
They’re watching you over shoulder
by making me ten years older.
They’re sitting like drugs on taking,
by pushing as far, as pure faking.

They’re holding my hands and others,
so all look like – sisters and brothers.
So moody, so itchy and scratchy,
the worst fit in rows Fibonacci.

But one day, they’re gonna getcha...

My little companions - thoughts:
so stretchy – could wrap whole world,
so hot… like exotic dancer,
so silent… as growing cancer.

11 Січня 2007

***
Crossing out
------------
Cross me out, if I am wrong.
Crossing is the same as killing.
Make this line short, as it long
couldn’t be for petals peeling.

Crossing is like crucifying,
Crossing is like slashing face.
Watch me out… a man is dying…
Outlined soul gets cut… then paste.

Maybe, once the crossing’s over,
and your mind is clear, as pain -
nothing’s crossing mind, but power:
placing checkmark next to ‘vain’.

10 Січня 2007


***
Hoarding my minds
-----------------
Dandelion’s weak and sneezing,
tossing its’ darts… no aiming.
Handshakes of summer’s squeezing -
strong hands ain’t gonna save me.

Tend to convince perception –
crawling is good for nothing.
World – number one exception,
boarding is short and classy.

Hard to believe in passion
Commemorating crashes…
Streets are as dance of clashing,
hoarding my minds in dashes.

5 Січня 2007


***
We’re lonely together
---------------------
We’re lonely together, people!
Resting peace rests in peace today…
Our weapon is shout, that ripples,
Our freedom, that sways away.

Please don’t tell me – you are in heaven
No one’s buying your lullaby.
I’m not counting this week to seven,
This is my time to say Goodbye.

I’m not walking to measure distance
From this glass to the thirsty lips…
You’re my and the only instance,
And your soul is so tart, when sips.

December 12, 2006

***
Улыбка в ответ...
-----------------
В ярких красках по осени шел наугад маскарaд -
тусклым светом молвы он гримировал вести и час...
Сколько жизни и столько же тлеет дорогой лампад...
Сколько неба клочков в глубине искупается глаз?

Не смотри на меня, словно время в песочных часах -
никому, кроме Бога, под силу поставить вверх дно...
Я люблю эту землю за то, что она все в бегах,
я упал, чтоб обнять ее душу... но ей все равно.

Не понять, не принять и не стать от греха беглецом -
словно гроб, опускается медленно Новый Завет.
Что случилось с его искаженным от боли лицом? -
Это мир улыбнулся Тебе... Улыбайся в ответ!

1 Безерня 2007

***
Bag with beggar
---------------
What’s bugging you here? A big bag with beggar…
Begin then some begging for bigger own soul.
It’s a matter of time, so shut up while dragging -
Performing hammed stabbing through each second’s wall…

From second-to-second – some spares, some conclusions.
From second to no one – leftovers of flesh…
Not bigger than bag is your final seclusion,
Much lighter than wing is your value in cash.

19 Березня 2007

***
Мы засыпали...
--------------
Мы засыпали -
чтоб уйти с былью,
чтоб переспать
с головной болью.
И разлетались,
чтобы стать пылью,
эта пыль отложилась
солью.
Не распинайте же,
Христа Ради!
Разве вам тут
некого больше?..
Мы так хотели
идти
сзади -
нам так хочется
жить
дольше.
Не подставляй...
каблук свой продвинув,
а предложи
плечо и руку.
Вместо ножа,
что пройдет
сквозь спину,
определи глубь
серца по стуку.
Время уходит,
уходят люди.
Во что успеешь
превратится?
Не суета,
а смерть нас
разбудит...
кроме неё
Любовь и Птицы.

13 Квітня 2007

***
These are your hands...
------------------------
These are your hands, here my lips stay...
We’re transforming all words into touch.
You’re - temptation, I’m your death’s play-
simplified rhymes are prolonging its march.

Gladness is veiled – distress of silence,
soon for the gasp we will buy magic spells:
mascara, lipstick, torn downs of guidance,
closets of clothes are billions of cells…

Changes of dress code – sagacity’s missing,
capitulation, a new paragraph…
Night's Light - to read bluffs, city - to listen
pushes of springs against bodies in Love.

30 Березня 2007

***
Time dismembered the sky...
---------------------------
Time
dismembered the sky...
on searches,
imprinting thoughts by
fragments of events.
Your serenity is where
Church is…
And hidden in the whisper,
voice –
makes sense.

Rolling Stones are to tear…
Like powder,
consternation
on blanched faces dulls.
Executioner’s paid…
And louder
silence breeds,
cutting “Love” off…
vibrant pulse.

9 Квітня 2007

***
For better
----------
In the crucial moment -
just open the Heart,
as some letter,
after killing all time
in the Name of the Mightiest God,
put your prayers from maw
into Box "Aftertime"
just for better
life for man carrying guns
and for woman who’s bearing her child.

After burning the Cross
and dismembering Holiest Body,
You won’t set to believe –
Resurrection was only a fib.
Reason’s simple – "for better"...
`cause, otherwise,
thirsty and bloody
qualms
will trash every Soul
without trying to move
any lip.

And "for better" tastes flesh,
while all Butchers’
are honored
always,
"Life or Death" seems to be
an equation
with dreadful outcome.
Never knowing "for good",
how to pass without rest
in the Soul’s Maze -
Constant search is
for Love
and discovery Beat Heart
on palm.

27 Квітня 2007

***
Living...
---------
Living on cutting edge –
cutting the edge of living…
Raising your arm to sledge –
sledging away from giving.

Swearing to you my pledge…
Pledging – avoid a swearing.
Stopping to fight in rage –
Raging my fight for carrying…

Bearing the truth is hard,
harder - to bear the bearing.
Guarding True Love from heart –
truly, protecting belly.

Nothing’s compares to You,
if You compared to Nothing…
Living’s a point of view –
viewing of point passing.

20 Лютого 2007

***
Going blind
-----------
Light, withered by conciseness chin
start trembling, touched by spirit’s power.
Time pulverized such dainty grin,
and painted smirk and knocked to cower...

Convulsions of the heart upraised,
awed by its own determination.
Sense convoluted minds with taste
of sight’s demise. Precipitation

is counting droplets of dismays,
while taking crushing course with body,
pure truth still punching into face
till countenance becomes a wady.

Dull pain, while swapping blush with pale,
is ready to commit in silence treason.
A letter seen transcribed in Braille,
as wadies... reaching rainy season.

16 Травня 2007

***
Velocity of longing
-------------------
Light hesitates, so darkness is tiptoeing.
Sun’s silky wave is slowly crossing face.
The gesture of the hand, as sign for loving…
But somehow its desire’s missing grace.

So soft and touchy fingers play with hair,
Forgiveness on its tips and warmth are calm.
Right now, two lips are lighter then the air,
This moment keeps its promises on palm.

Inhaling prophesy’s fulfilled with longing,
With pumping blood, like jumping from a plane.
From whispers, feelings getting wet and tongue in…
All minds are helpless under kisses’ reign.

Whole flesh is tense and density is rising,
“O God” is here to remind thee name.
Four eyes are blinded by derived devising,
Each pat is stronger and bit lesser tame.

Arousing ecstasy makes other senses nodding,
Appealing peels, hot air’s catching sense.
While going downward, we rejoin with bodies
That most seductive and reclusive dance.

11 Травня 2007

***
Inception
---------
The Future that is now the Past, called Wind,
Blew under wings of Darkness, pass was blundered.
Creator caught with eye the butterfly and pinned –
The body piercing with delighted thunder.

Evolving Soul from dust to other dust…
For billions years time was spongy-growing,
Till Master got it, that he really must
To squeeze the sponge on dust and mix with Love in...

And clay was made, the stickiness just right,
And hands with heart and eyes without precision.
Imagination process, burning, Light…
With copy rights, the World was glued to Vision.

Suppressed by swarms of years, smash by smash,
The Masterpiece was still sustained unfinished.
O God, he pulled and dropped on clay eyelash
And sense was made, and all concerns diminished:

First Angel’s wings, first touchups lips and soul
With eyes as deep as Masters` own perfection.
“My darling dolly, Lucifer!” he called…
“You are my son… and World’s Humane Inception!”

10 Травня 2007

***
Loosing Compassion
------------------
World of Compassion –
glimpse to Relieves,
gliding trough Passion,
beyond Believes.

Concurring Future
with knowing Past –
same number butchers,
never the less.

Hungry for Power,
thirsty for Blood:
next to discover -
another plot,

escorting lousily-
peace guarding time,
nonstop for puzzling,
upraising crime.

Kingdom of Kindness –
chaotic fibs…
How much left rightness
in reading Lips?

2 Червня 2007

***
Life for Love
-------------
Mind plays a Game of Sanity -
Spirit is light and clear.
Money can’t buy Serenity -
be to yourself sincere.

Time is for `Set Priorities`,
Soul’s to make you Free.
Challenging God’s Authorities -
cutting an Apple Tree.

Vanishing in Profanity,
ready to let you go…
Winning the Game of Sanity –
loosing Life’s Twine for Love.

31 Травня 2007

***
Last Lullaby
------------
Oh why? Oh why?
You're holding the distance,
restraining persistence
for My Way to Sky.

Don’t lie, don’t lie
that time is for better…
It’s really no matter –
to fly or to die!

Goodbye, goodbye…
I’m free from Tomorrow,
at candles of Sorrow
flies Pain’s butterfly.

Don’t cry, don’t cry –
the Happiness’s near,
‘cause Angels are here…
But don’t ask me “Why?”

Oh why? Oh why?
The promise is broken,
the Live lays outspoken –
your Last Lullaby.

***
Остання Колискова
-----------------
(переклад з англійської)

Чому? Чому?
Здалека тримаєш,
бажання стискаєш -
Шлях в Небо Йому.

Без гри, без гри
що час все розгоне...
Не так вже й вагомо:
- Лети чи помри!

Бувай, бувай...
Відзавтра лиш воля,
Метелику болю…
Свіч розпач - згорай.

А лез не знай -
бо Щастя вже близько,
та Ангели низько...
"Чому?" - не питай.

Чому? Чому?
Ламається слово -
Життя Колискову
Співаю тому.

29 Травня 2007

***
From hold to welcome
---------------------
I’m your truly Master!
Please unfold your minds.
Heart is shrinking faster,
Soul with body binds.

Rays are my reflection,
suns - at mirror glance,
under full protection
worlds’ the only chance.

Wind of space is blowing,
plows through disarrays,
black holes set for sewing,
super novas gaze.

Dumping clumsy mystics,
let them plunge to hell.
Life goes on ballistic
till it rings its bell.

Use my hands as lever,
I will do the math…
One side holds “Forever”,
other welcomes “Death”.

19 Травня 2007

***
Too close…
----------
You’re too close:
staying on striking distance,
looking for less resistance,
sharpening concisely claws.

Ready to loose:
one feet to Gates of Eden,
two open mouths to feed them,
three ways to die, four… to choose.

Last breath buying:
too crazy… to try to take,
too human… to make it faked,
too worthy… to die for trying.

Getting over:
checking for reincarnation,
fighting oblivion’s nation,
trashing the heart of lover.

Burning the Cross:
banning all strikes - no distance,
begging for non-resistance,
declawing all wordy laws.

15 Травня 2007

***
Tunnel
------
These verses are Soldiers of Holy Trinity
And War is a Game with Choice.
Thoughts start its swarming, and spreading Infinity
With moods’ fluctuating voice.

The battle gains Glory, and counts Mortality
On field, that is tunnel wide.
As tall, as Worlds’ Wisdom - Humane Vitality,
And Sky, given Free for glides.

The point of narrowing - walls pulling the tunnel,
Like Gates of some Ancient Church.
Flows blood of the Future through Cardiac Funnel,
Prepare your Sins for torch.

I’m glad you are near – in squeezing the trigger,
To set up Apocalypse.
Heart (pumping True Love) ticks with time, growing bigger,
And whispering prayers with lips.

These verses are warriors of Angelic Army,
Reflection of Sun’s on mails.
The end of the burrow - the time lag of Karma
for You and for What Prevails…

8 Травня 2007

***
Your Sorry
----------
Hello, my beloved Soul!
I am your devoted Sorry
as always too late to call,
and never too soon to worry.

I'm catching the grace of flames,
whose Faith is as strong as Word is...
While dying at arms of Blames,
still weighing Belief in stories.

Still marching with Heart Beat Band,
forecasting by clouds Devotion,
I am to begin... and end,
"Forgive me" - is my promotion.

And when it is time for pass…
And breath’s hardly taken – pleasure.
When ashes to ashes... Guess -
I am your... the best Confession.

1 May 2007
1 Травня 2007

***
Гроза за окном
--------------
По окну скребёт гроза,
словно кошка когти точит.
То ли ей не жалко ночи,
толь грозится вскрыть глаза.

Взгляд приклеен к потолку,
а глазок прижался к двери.
Сколько ж надо в Счастье верить?
Сколько ж нужно коньяку?!

Ветер пылок и колюч,
на бумаге много точек...
Я стараюсь между строчек
к Сердцу подобрать свой Ключ.

Всё скучаю по Тебе,
словно в миг сместились годы.
Толь таков мир от природы,
что не верится Судьбе.

Потерялся мыслям счёт -
знаю, что платил дыханьем...
Тихо пряча в подсознанье,
журавлиный перелёт.

Смысл истёк остатком сил.
И не знаю, что осталось -
пережить всего лишь малость:
Сердца бой, да трепет жил.

Перешёл за годность срок -
словно рамки из картины.
Сняты крылья. Паутиной
спал Небесный Ободок.

Проскользают с темнотой,
как Слезинки Счастья, капли.
Одноного, словно цапля -
сад склоняется листвой.

Пальцы врозь - как на иглу,
ночь пронзают через утро.
Две странички "Камасутры"
по озябшему стеклу.

15 Квітня 2007

***
Endless touches’ ocean
----------------------
Convince me with a kiss – I’m really yours for good.
Behold my eyes and catch the heart’s bird in a motion.
Lays nothing amid us, with wine’s provoking mood
indulge your body into endless touches’ ocean.

Then we’ll become two fishes, our fins and tails
shall spatter waves of utter sacrifice on fusions,
entire skin will slowly start to bloom with scales,
reflecting our minds to infinite conclusions.

We’ll smuggle stifling air through developed gills,
blind image under bubbling yearnings’ supervision.
I truly crave to taste it – how it’s fishy feels
to split a tail with delicate, like trust, incision.

From calm to turbulent, completely lost in time,
the desiccative ocean will surrender splashes.
Will heavens come repeatedly, as… cents in dime?
God knows…
but even dream can bliss me out,
my precious.

17 Травня 2007

***
Greedy morning
--------------
Airstreams’ clout breeds on catching stiffed breathing,
Life goes by a chance and the chance is unspoken.
Shadows kowtow stripping stellar light’s sheathing,
horizon’s concealed, but its seal - slightly broken.

Taste of the morning lost tartness for briskness,
still pleasantly zestful and classic in coffee.
Moments check smudges of dimness for weakness,
like two little eyes caught with sneaking on toffee.

Clouds’ lingerie’s laid to whitish its colors.
Sun spreads rays till eye finds dispersals erotic.
Minds are submerged in awakening. Dollar’s
soaked badly in greed spiking new semiotics…

18 Червня 2007