Outlasted seconds

Outlasted seconds -
Sliced layers of orange skin -
"As Embers dress the sky"
Harmonize.

Facing thick ice
Need to reach
The old
Salt

Prospecting soil and sand
Bitterness to crystallize
Through patterns
Guide,

Not stamps,
All to let in
Much more
Than rays and knowledge.

Wisdom.

A.K.



  

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If you think that you are alone
You are wrong, you are wrong
If you think that you are alone
You are wrong, you are wrong

There's always something
There's always someone
Standing behind the curtains
Hiding behind the glass

It is hidden in a dusty corner
It may never sleep at night
It smells like strawberries
Unlike your breath and roses

It sounds like old strings
And quiet night summer wind
A whisper you once heard
With no distinguished words

A feeling and emotion
Turned into fine spirit
You will not dare to drink
And rather turn into ink

A.K.

Forest weeps as forest sings

Forest weeps not unlike as it sings
Roads go straight when they don't
Moon is always here tides it brings
Unless sun is above, then it won't

Lethe runs fast but never brings home
Home is where a cat sleeps sweetly
When everyone's around we're still alone
Happiness and sadness are similar deeply

Great people do great things and are known
Greater do nothing without names they go
Secrets stay secret when remain unknown
Yes so often really means the opposite no

Days go by as years do and people too
Yet our life is everlasting, there's no death
What I am one day will also become you
Words are born and die with every breath

A.K.
 

Silence

When the smoke is to glimmer in shade
I am the one who dissolves, braces pain
When the light is to cover my name
I will breath deep to not suffocate

The fire is focus, the fire burns steady
The heat is a product, not aim, not the end
Creating life, avoiding death, always ready
To disappear through glass, slip through sand

Evoking spirits when I don't remember
To be awake to take the exchange
Ghost is me, my ghost is the answer
It passes through gain, ignores the range

Separating parts for long so unknown
They need not to attract to each other
Too much danger may carry the dawn
The touch will be soft but I will gather

All strength and all coldness to withstand
All bitterns to mask the taste of emotions
To carry me into the grey shades' land
No matter, I am nothing but my devotions

Another mask, silver paint, worn leather
To be stored and restored by kindness
Yet, it will always belong elsewhere
As only night hours bring me guidance

A.K.

Weak Results

Cold sun heats old bricks of granite
Brain sends signals to contract
Muscles, not tactile enough. Planet's
Meaningless symbols in the abstract

To analyze and study. Closeness
To the artifact, not much more
Desire for a nightlong access
In the end to step through a door

So easy to peal the layers of skin
Unlocking the unnecessary core
Revealing nothing to store therein
Masking passion for intimate lore

Petting zoo, free tickets and tricks
Allowed to feel the power of suns
Experiment under control flicks
With unwanted weak results

A.K.

An hour before sunrise

Songs of morning birds

An hour before sunrise

Setting moon instead of

Daily dawning sun

And sounds

More subtle tones are

Amplified even inside

An hour before sunrise

A.K.

It lasts

Dust and rust,
Five degrees
In my cup, lust
My name is on the list
Exercise and sweat
Metabolism is fast
Another glass
Half a pill
Over the hill
It lasts

A.K.

Echos

Existence is the echo ringing
Ripples on the water
Flap of a bird's wing
We are echos, too
In unison everything sings
Amplified by the nothingness
Across the unknown world
Of everything that was, will be
And never became
Vibrations. And I can feel
The vibration of your soul
As a part of the orchestra
We sing together
Until we will be silent
And only echoes would still travel
Finding a new home, where everyone
Belongs, and no one goes

A.K.

My name is always August

White, grey and black
Bitter springs,
Few smiles,
Determined walk.
Running out of time.
Expectations are melting,
Strings don't pull,
Egos, profanity.
Everyone is better,
Everyone deserves.
Short lives
Spent on dreaming.
Gleaming but breaking.
Flames extinguished
One by one.
No care for me.
I know what I am.
No place for misery,
My name is always August.

A.K.

Electricity is Gone

More beautiful
Than a quick death
So broken
Such a sweat breath
Reflection
Of thousand years
Long shadow
And a quiet step

No voice
Only whisper
No choice
But to listen
Your touch
Is always too much
And never enough

I thought
I could distance
The same instance
I am turning back
Just to make a step
Anticipating
No feedback

Willpower that I lack
Coils over
My tired neck
I try to turn the light on
Electricity is gone.

A.K.