***

Wishy-washy

 

Without You my poetry is dead;

Thee lines are driven on the course of winter

Unsheeted beds,

Your sweetest eyes request the deeds

My fragile hands executive unable.

 

Describe the Sorrow! Water salt in wounds!

Be all above the tragedy of Damage,

Lie finger in a depth of sore

And line the heart with bloody paint

………………………..distort behavior.

 

 

***

Nosegay

 

The way the Angels fall

The leafs of rosy flowers are shabbed first

And lose their teary color;

Here ‘re torses, bones and corsets

Left. And it’s all tears, regrets in vain.

 

***

Deathy

 

Under rules of growing darkness

No moon shines, no angel flying,

No steps hearing far behind us,

Love, we’ll leave the world of chaos,

There we lived in sorrow hazard,

There all dies in dance macabre,

Dust to dust and ash to ashes,

Love, lets turn to world desired.

 

Yet to come…I have the premonition

The bad-sailed boat is to be colored white

As then we dreamt to be.. Let’s search the see

And storm to win this sore entwine.

Or I am lonely, there’s no cry hearing,

Or You again betraying like a child,

You’d never be accused of  being incoherent

As woman never lose her loved infant.

 

 

***

the razors colored silver tears

won't fade when one begins to bleed,

the brighter glisture they will be

thru tragic flows carved carefully,

exulting death replaces sorrow

in crooked mind one nice tomorrow...

 

***

to love the love is easy...painfull is

to hate the love and love the beast,

still beast within the soul in fire

is not a monster, when desired...

 

***

let the snow to trace Your death

as we let the Dark be best

as we sinned and played with words

as we were praying all wrong Gods..

let the Sun make waters red

as all around us is being dead

as we never meet the Truth

as the whole world is to lose..

 

***

 

Вчера. Не встретила. Ждала. Хотела.

Мечта. Скучаю. Верю. Нет.

Забыть. Могу. Но – не успела.

Любовь. Я мерзну. Желтый цвет.

 

Решетка двери. Поз заплеван. Не место здесь.

Красив как грех.

Болезнь. Конец недели.

Пройдет потом. Пурпурный цвет.

 

Гранит. Тюльпан. Спешу. Трамваи.

Дорога. Грохот. Кто-то сбит.

Его глаза. Опять зеваю. Работа.

Договор пробит.

 

Вернусь. Надеюсь. Я не знаю.

Плюю. Стучусь. Его здесь нет.

Горячий жесткий дым глотаю.

И трупный запах сигарет.

 

Бесцельно. Утром. Без трамвая.

Одна. По лестнице. Шершавый крест.

Асфальт. Дорога тень глотает.

Легко. Дышу. Зеленый цвет.