Heart strong

Can’t fight the fear

cause ain’t coming

in the morning air

yesterday I broke my heart

made of glass

now that I am alone

standing in the field

I watch from both sides of my brain

noticing noticing

observing how I am losing you

finding myself in the war

with my own weapons

you call me crazy 8

hiding from my imperfection

while I am getting stronger,

while the wind kissed my soft skin

I started to dance with myself,

all I was looking for is me.

Somewhere close to you

I want to fly to the space,
somewhere close to you,
where your ear can listen to this madness
so we can inhale the pollen together
I want to taste those bittersweet lips,
filled with the temperature of doubts,
heavy and full of blood,
I want to take off your wings,
so you can fall half naked,
bursting into the rhymes,
soaking into the presence
of your essence,
I need you near,
where we don't need the air,
but the tongue and lust,
spiral of trust.

Brand new me

She smiles...
you've been thinking
that's because of you
as the architect
and the creator of
stars in her eyes
and even if not because of you
she learned to wear them
in a professional,
lady like manner.

Somebody told me about her,
and I had to see it for myself:
submissive beauty of female
because I've been hurt
because I've been cheated
I had to learn about her mask,
when she doesn't wear herself with the paint on her face.

I know it's stupid,
to see it that way
now I have a long hair
no make up on my face
wearing my boyfriend's jeans

and he looks at me
and he smiles
he thinks he lied good enough
to make me happy
he is the creator of my sky
because when I look at him
I smile and kiss him,
remain him of what his wife used to be like.

I am standing here,
with no equal rights
holding my rough beauty
in my palms
I am over this story,
when I am not worth
of love,

I love myself instead,
I feel ME.

The murder

I cannot sense what you have done.
To your own son.
The blood of your blood.

When you clouded the knife,
into his heart.

And now you suffer in hell.
In devil's
net you rest, forever.

I cannot forgive, what he has done.
Evil himself, his possession.

You're smaller than your face.

Last summer, we played and sing,
on the guitar...

And my youth, and beauty,
does it deserve,
impurity of your heart,
Hate and pain you will suffer is enough.

Thank you,I have seen a lot of a bad life.

Green above the sky.
Tragic and haze above this land...

All the pictures

There was a Devil in the cave,
under the waters discovered,
black and white, wings covered.
He was my Lord,I was his slave.

Wise men they were who stood around,
when my body levitated above
the ground,
hopeless, like I didn't own myself.
unknown, like I didn't meet myself.

And when they brought the mirror,
I saw his tongue out, he had laugh
like a madman in the bloody rain,
until he realised there is a chain

around his neck.

When it rains

there is a beauty in the rain:
God cries his own sins
maybe tomorrow,
he can come clean
we can come clean

and nature will strike us

There is a beauty in growing
- every little piece of our organism
orgasm in the universe
and eternity reminds us

how much time we have left.

Not much beauty left

There is not much beauty left
darkness is leaking from the ground
Land of the last warriors,
their hearts are their swords.

What has to be done to break the spell ?

Witches of this land are hidden
under the monuments and haze unknown ,
sneaks into the air with the strange magic,
we will never know, but we can feel.

There is not much beauty left in this world,
the one we have is our own,
she's been stolen from what we've seen
in our mother's eyes...