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. 

A.K.

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

A.K.

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.

A.K.

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

A.K.

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

Тающий Снег

Тающий снег на моём лице
Я не чувствую осколков льда
Уже много лет я рад воде
С утра спасающей от сна.

    Мне нравится ветер
    Он свеж и внемлет
    Моим обветренным губам

    Когда солнце тихо светит
    И город всё ещё дремлет
    Я брожу по замёршим дворам

В это время всё так просто
И на сердце предвкушение дня
Пусть вечером всё станет снова сложно
Но сутки прожиты были не зря

Даже секунда молчания
Меняет химию нашей души
Храни воспоминание
Ещё один символ того, что мы живы

A.K.

Live Wire

 I just stare into nowhere,

There's no interest left

In anything around me,

Within me. Only silence.

Dissatisfaction.

Always wanting more.

I would attach myself

To a live-wire to feel.

Nights and days

Leave me numb.

Never before to be sober

Was so hard. To be high

Was so dull. To be drunk

Was so sick (and normal).

I wish I could know where

It all goes, where it all leads.

But I don't want to know

Where will it all end.

Something tells me

That knowing the answer

Wouldn't make me

Feel any better.

I need a spark and light,

And open windows

To let the fog go out.

Too long I've been

Living in an aquarium

Only with electric light.

A.K.

21 Century

Oh, 21^st Century I would never come back in time.

World is changing so fast, almost faster than me.

I give out myself to the world with an open door.

How I live and what I do is only a drop

Of tears on the dry desert ground.

 I am just a product of the new,

A shadow described with numbers ready to disappear

With the new bleak sunset of a dying planet.

A.K.

Waiting for winter

The mist is rising from the lowland
I glimpse it through my window's stains
Decay of leaves underlines a deep blend
Of smells. Soil changed arteries for veins.

Another feeling of contrast.
What we have waited so long, the end.
First snow will cover the lust,
The nature's agony, our tortured land.

A.K.

Sepia

 Taking a walk so your legs can move

Opening eyes just to find your shoes

It seems it's never possible to learn

To live with only healthy pleasures

To look at all through not sepia

You know that it's not how life is

You just can't have it any other way

Everything but love is plain mundane

When there's sufficient alcohol

Eyes start to look for hooks on ceiling

Nothing stops mattering and meaning

World's disappearing, you loose control

All self-destruction to wake up again

And face with sober head the light of day

To curse what brought you into life

And hope to end it all with new sunrise 

A.K.