Individual Souls

Her shoulders, my delicacy
Desire to restore fragility
First wrinkles, dimness
Wrap my hands around
I can't but do
And kiss her hair and cheek
Circumstances, we are friends
Never asked for answers
Haven't had any questions
Cold city, warm lights
Brightness and darkness
Individual souls in a crowd

A.K.

Not Easy

So you thought that everything's easy
Until you started playing this game
Now you are under the deep water
And nothing seems to be the same

No one taught you how to swim
You didn't ask and now you sink
You used to float and be OK
Never feeling such a heavy weight

You want to open your mouth
Afraid to scream and suffocate
It's never too late to just walk away
Instead you keep playing this game

There's no one to show you the way
No one will share the blame
There's no right and there's no wrong
No higher ground and no straight road

Practice more your straight face
No way to be free, don't seek the escape
You are the master, you are the slave
Don't let someone else to dig you a grave

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Celestial Fires

In the orange street lights
And just calm autumn water
Sleeping don't hear sighs
Of the wind, it becomes colder

Isolation and silence
Embrace the one who feels
No more bloody violence
In the night that kills

All the worries, and rises
Above this human world
With the moon and fires
Of the celestial sword

That hangs in the skies
And with gems it shines:
Our only stars, the ones
With whom the Moon dies

When comes the morning hour
The very first one
That brings some new sorrow
Of a new day's sun

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Rain

Rain. No sun today came.
In a second the entire horizon turned gray.
Drops are knocking on my window.
None I will let into my room's glow.

No contrast. Just a calm ground
And skies are starting to rage.
My beloved melancholic sound
Sets for my mood a new stage.

A.K.

Submissions - Trio

 Steel's Love On Steel

Quiet music and the train is coming.

Slowly, menacingly rising its voice,

Through the chilled

(by frozen winter trees

clad in fine silver chains)

Echos of steel's love on steel,

As metal loudly speaks

With brakes comforting

A stranger. This voice is

The spirit of the road,

A mammoth, a dying breed,

Enslaved by us in metal.

Dull Scissors

Dull scissors

Cut through textile

Chewing through threads

Clicking with steel

Guided by flesh

Carving out patches

For dolls' faces

Never blinking

With eyes made of plastic

And mouths of red ink.

Snow Dipped in Vanilla

Snow dipped in vanilla

Thawed by the emerging spring

Bare canvas of shoulders

Sprinkles of the first dew

Closeness of a distant star

And the full moon skies

With only lonely few

Spoken words and sighs

The embrace of a birch

Evening full of emptiness

And toasts to misery

Between quick sunrises

And longing dawns

Deep bleeding scars

And warmth of flesh

The pungent mist

Between reflections

Of the present and the past

Half-smiles and half-words

Spoken and unspoken

Whispered and taken back

Desire and lust

All turns into dust

Songs of quiet velvet

Come through me

In a stream-like beauty

If you could only see.

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Time

Time is now. I try not to forget.
Life is now. One edge of a perfect diamond
Only a few learn to see from more than one side
A piece of time is a burning of one cigarette
A piece of time is how long it takes to say a word
Seconds in between, glimpses of eternity
Shining in all of its finite parts
A human life: a flop of butterfly wings
Collision of super-particles
As light still reaches our faces
Born out of a supernova
Billions of years ago.
It just died reflected in your eyes.
But we are still alive.
Reflections of the eternity
Grains of sand scattered by the wind
Silicon that will turn one day into carbon
And find a new life again
Far away from where we stand
So close to our freedom
That we have yet to accept.

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Cracks in the ceiling

 Today is just like yesterday,

I am laying down starring

At the ceiling knowing all

Artistic cracks and feeling

that

Another day is just like yesterday

And the little town is still here

I am looking through the window

Autumn will take my breath away

So many people, so little to say

Silence is not popular in the

Extroverted society of the U.S.A.

Full of big white-teeth smiles

The time goes by, not for too long

I will be delayed. Soon I'll be there

Anywhere but here, singing this song

As soon as I can afford the fare. 

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Chimborazo

I've met a girl sky high at a club
I don't even visit my local pub
I've only touched shoulders and waist
Among animals with not so much taste

Poker-face smile
Professionally trained
With self-esteem pleasure
and a mind fully made
You told me your name

I noticed you and was afraid
To become insane again
I was shy and high
With a cig after hours
Outside.

You briskly passed me by
Touching my hand
Saying two words
I didn't know why
Even more popular than "Good Bye"

To which I smiled with
"You are welcome"

Her pheromone
Crushing my brain
Night was becoming a day
Glimpses of May in September
And then October and November

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Wintersunsets

So much life is around me

Full of dusty greens and noise

The growth has unleashed.

I miss late autumn just 'till snow

And after I will love the winter

All the quiet and all the blues

Of Winter-sunset and its dusk

I feel more alive surrounded

By elements and quiet cold

Wrapped, and cuddled

By the flakes of falling snow.

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Whiskey

Whiskey quench my thirst
Spread the fire over my body
Sting my lips and my tongue
Keep me warm this summer night
Turn my mind away to clouds
Make my heart beat loud
Keep me away from sleep
Your pungent aroma
Bites me kindly
Never liked the hints of oak
Yet now we are in harmony
A young strong body
And perfected poison
Distilled spirit of the earth
I consume and filter
As it feasts on my flesh
Would rather inhale
Bitterness of herbs
Still nothing can replace
The sour mash
Balsamic to my soul

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Прости

 Закатное небо уходит

Мои шаги стали легки

И взор по небу бродит

Нам ли свечи зажгли?

Свет, если его очень много

Слепит лучами глаза

Лишь когда затухает пламя

Приходит она, красота

Она длится лишь секунды

Мы слишком быстро живём

Чтобы понять эти рисунки

Нарисованные в небе огнём

Я иду по влажной траве

Мне уже сложно стоять

Если вся соль в земле,

То что ветер может дать?

Мне не нужны дары

Ни от неба ни земли

Если что-то уже я взял

Заберите, но не мечты

Если я себе непонятен

Не поймёшь меня и ты

Во мне так много пятен

Дорогая моя, прости