THEATER OF ENLIGHTENMENT

my face is a dead mask

my eyes are open gates 

to emptiness

my hands are woven

like a shroud of curtain

acting no action

strings of veins flaps

with a quiet, slow preludium  

chores of rotting tissue

-  soft song of putrefaction

when the clock strike midnight

pendulum of my jaws slap open   

 the show must begin 

with a warm wave of worms

MY LITTLE GAME

I scoff  as both

and I’m so sloth

that wipe it off

with filthy cloth

I scorn your morn

since I was born

and storm my horn

on movie porn

no worn nor torn

aglow like crow

dear dirty lore

of bribing oath 

my tricks and chicks 

are fit and strip

 inebriate quick

the purest ship 

You strive and cry

you fly and try

you wrote the guide 

how live life wise 

Your love was wide

you stake your child 

and  sky cried eyes

to thirsty dry

when Jesus Christ 

was crucified   

You make me smile

still wailing – why ?!

man always dies

in web, like fly

and when man dies

the man is mine 

MORTAL WIZARD

heavens heavens

tell me your secrets

I am a mortal wizard

I got a powers that my ancestors

couldn’t dream about

I can sneak in to your starry heart

beseech you with awareness  

pollute you with ethics

and a sense of beauty   

I can banish u forever

from a realm of mystery

subdue you to my understanding

of a  laws of physics

undress you with mathematics

possess you with perception

touch you

with my skeptic prayer

give me your self willingly

sooner or later

you shall be mine anyway

I am a mortal wizard

a Gods voyeur

a human snake

I had tasted the fruit

and I said – I like it…     

LOOKING AT THE STARS

I’m looking at the stars

I measure the distances

searching for reference points

I draw the precise map of the sky

to learn it by heart

I go to the woods

to avoid lamps and spotlights

I’m looking at the stars

I’m planning to escape

ARRIVAL

I arrived here on 3rd of September

2010

I had 100 pounds in my pocket

and that’s how I docked

to London by then

London Victoria station

where all the poles arrive

but they had acquaintances jobs and friends

and I had just me and my survival  

and no ends to met

I had a couple places I loved

the

couple things I loved to steal

the

homeless good deal

What about homeless people

I’ll tell you now

that’s not about live free to full

that’s about to die

that’s about to be an idiot

that’s about to be a creep

that’s about to feel a lot

that’s about to sell it cheap

And I was a fool like every fresh man

and lost my hundred

and find myself with some man

I escaped as fast as I could

but I couldn’t do any better

my passport and phone and

everything I owned

was scattered

and I was battered and sore

felt like don’t know any more

am I a poet or am I a whore

and the Thame was crying

and the air was flying

and the angels was carrying

the leaflets of hope

for me not to dying

in the grave of my own

(...)

just another fool that find the world’s cruel 

WHATS IN THE NAMES

To name the meadow – green

and the green name – the meadow

name yourself a Blaze

and die after season

To call you...

or don’t call at all

it`s just another word

which don’t express a whole

I will say – desire

and you answer – drinking

fulfilment indulging a fire

which burns inessential thinking

I will say – hot

and you answer – ice

we are no more than a dots

- pupil of Gods eye 

SUNDAY MARKET

SUNDAY MARKET

The sunny day

The coldy shine

The dreams for pay

At Sunday market

Forgotten things

From out of time

A fragile thrills

At Sunday market

I  never thought

That I can find

My childhood world

At Sunday market

ZEN

Zen

–  word on the paper

Bird 

− It`s so high  !

NONCOMFORMIZM

NONCOMFORMIZM

Tell me how much should I pay

to be myself  ?

Tell me what the price ?

I don’t wanna to be nice

I am ok

I don’t wanna be nice

And you order "cut your hair"

I will never say yes sir

There are two ways, aren't there ?

To be gentle, to be man !

Life is brutal I had learned

It is a game

Yes i know it and that`s why

I`ll be always by my side

I am ok

I`ll be always on my side

And you order – be polite

But I`d rather gonna fight

That`s my story, and my life

Don’t be sorry when I die

ONE DAY

ONE DAY

One day when my dreams come true

I will pick up the phone and I call to you

-          Life is good

Now I’m working in the factory

With the working class unity

Writing sadness history

Of exploitation and enmity

Among million I am one

But my dreams are flourishing high

Happiness is not so far

I can touch it if I try

One day when my dreams come true

I will pick up the phone and I call to you

-          Life is good

There are always in my memory

Regulations of society

To rise one person's glory

Millions lose their dignity

Among million I am one

But my dreams are flourishing high

Happiness is not so far

I can touch it if I try

One day when my dreams come true

I will pick up the phone and I call to you

-          Life is good

THE WHIFF

THE WHIFF

I’m gliding

on the wings of the whiff

sweet encounters

of the mystery land

had entrusted me

the test

and the meaning

of this very evening

This is a time

of hidden lakes

carried by the mellow dusk

Ducks climbing

on the moon beams

had left their quack

behind

Trees in deep meditation

whisper everlasting

mantra of wind

My head lost in high grasses

wonder the paths of ants

lost for good

in the sense of green

Your palm on my shoulder

has told me

about our future memories

about trust

of the smooth water

caring the stars, the trees

and our bowing faces

in the black bowl

of the lake

This is what the whiff

has entrusted to me

B-hall 28^th September

my face pressing the bars

The prisoner

THE PRISONER

I am the hostage of memories

I am the captive of love

I am the servant of politeness

I am the prisoner of habits

I am the addict of passion

I am the valet of semblances

I am the sex puppet

And a dog of desire

I am the slave of your eyes

I am the master of escape

Heroin

HEROIN

sooth me

with your mellow wings

show me different 

things

wrap me

with your soft hair

numb me

with your secret spell

lead me

with your velvet voice

to the place with no pain

make me sleep

make me sleep

make me sleep

again