ANGEL

Do not be sad, my Evil's Angel:

Not everything has passed - the moan, passion.

My tired soul was embracing

With yearning on the injured graveyard.

Do not raise bridges on the vault

Of all absorbing bondages -

The wastedness of shoots and nonsense

Of years lost and useless words.

Do make them pray for happiness,

Do not defame yourself in filth.

The Fate has closed verdict lying

Upon my wrists and scoffs again.

And - rendezvous with motif crazy

Is ceasing. Knocking at the Night,

Excreting cluster of excuses

Naive, I'll take the rule of them.

NUCLEUS

The creeping evening - I am tired of years,

Shift moan-gaze from the wallpaper to the wreath

Of blisses lost. My dream decayed as nucleus

Primordial from futile rows of mine.

There's no events - I carry the temptations

To their grave: my soul - sobs violently and hands - in blood.

I leaf through Night. And her miasmas

Stole into my inside to rot the shame of strivings dead.

Being fatted with success, Naiveness slept,

Breaking prognoses with the memory of wasted days:

The Fly has stiffen on the highest point, laughing

At pseudomeaning of the formers to fall down painful more.

ICON

Transparent eyes,

Affected tears

Call to the soul's bottom

Stronger than the Fate.

And nothing more to say -

Metamorphoses burn me

Embroidering the summons

To wash away the Slave.

The obstinacy of Nought,

The distances got blind...

Caressing flowers perished

With foam of the dreams.

I put on leaves of bliss,

I colour lying scaffold

In the primordial trace

To harden like a mad.

Disfiguring Motif

I glue up moan with verses,

Insatiable words.

I grasp with pain of years

For roses strongest wish.

I have been rotten, staying

Alive as Skeleton

Of debts to have been gnawed

And have already gone.

Surmounting the Night

I come to open space,

To set for them the Candle

Adhered to the hand.

The Icon. They: my son

And daughter - stolen

By way of life,

Landscape,

Some trees...

And Light...

BLITZ

Beyond blinds of my youth - my years

Remelt the Nothingness

With fylfot of blisses to brighten

The total with creation famine.

The light on the lines painted

Is frosting with aching act again

Of "Do forgive me" play -

To others - parts I'll hand.

The dream of Past is spreading

Behind my guilty windows -

I'll stand on Edge to slam them:

A step - and the fly is prejudged.

The closed despondency torus

Is rolling the Fate downwards.

Confession is sprinkling with silence,

With files of my years crushed.

No, I don't fall to my knees,

I do not spill the motif.

Last gamble with my life as if blitz,

Modulation of figures mort.

CLOT

Blind with my dream-ruins

Of broken years and goals,

Get stronger with word "senility",

I'm kneading the clot

Of soul's unleavened wares

Nursed with foam of mob

To satiate the life's last volume

With stench.

I will drink heart-rending

Of corpse-debts, achievements

Squeezed in luxurious paws

Of the Fate lying to face,

I cut off the terror's remainder,

I burn up the Root by doubt

To powder with ashes

The way to nowhere -

To be....

VOLUME

I thought in vain -

The time is mine - no hurry.

A foolish dream -

My volume's full of life.

I'm getting mute

Embracing handful pages last

Unread and having mark:

"To afterwards".

All wasteful surges

Lot will overtake,

That is expounded

In alien volume-walls,

Which're rotten

With oblivion of Inside

Rewarping lying dreams' refrain.

I will approach Him

And smile from pain, succumbing,

Expecting final words

In brutish feast of the ideas empty

And poisoned gods...

ILLUSION

Refugees of pity -

The Thread over abyss is cut.

The Past is split lengthwise:

Extends alongside.

Tumour is turning

To moan, walled up

Into Sore Time.

Sweetness of fancies fattened,

Pride in the empty,

Lassitude of engine-desires

Up to ashes.

Illusion-consolation,

Joy of unbound molecules

Which the wind of chance

Composes into initials down the Bottom

Like specks of dust

Smelling with cinders of arguments

And dirty tricks.

CRYING

Crying. I stand by the window -

Everywhere there is that cruel silence of mine.

Cri de coeur melts into the night,

Extorting my daughter-hope.

Time revenges for my lying role -

I know it in my heart, but how to burn my failures?

The phone has been done to death -

With my dearest I've become a widower.

Do not beat me with the past, I'm kissing the ground.

What on earth shall I do? Get cool for good?

The gibberish glides to the depths of my soul.

How not to waste? - Write to write yourself out....

DREAM

The garden of graves.

Two steps - away

Go the debts of my soul.

The nimbus melted

Extorting a moan.

Stand still

Life-cyclotron!

I pray: do read

A moment yelling,

Do not dare leave

Concealing your face.

Please flood with Dream

The stagnated Meaning

To burn to ashes

For Fate's encore.

Forgive my wrecking

And failures, soul selling.

There's is the delirium -

Mine is Work, Home, Morgue.

I've stonily awoken -

A ray is gliding

Off the bottom of madness:

I'll keep the coup inside me.

N aivete gnaws, hurts, revenges.

My Sin is dethroned - the fancy-realm AIDS.

SUPERMANIFOLD

Doom is covered with the snow of idylls -

Whether to save my Light

Or to clothe up

My latest and inner worries

In the mud of the etceteras?

No!

Fylfot of dreams

Unspoken and unuttered,

Caresses -

Poisoned by the mind.

Life's

Supermanifold

Lies

In gibberish....

COAST

The coast of my gibberish is cut up

By neglectfulness of senses.

I'll burn my sinfulness to pay my debts to the night,

I'll burn my sinfulness to pay my debts to the night.

I'll soften in the colors of lines

Of the thrown-away idylls -

I'll forget the Passion cry,

I'll forget the Passion cry.

I'll carry out His words

And take her white-lie kisses -

I'll beautify my crypt by anguish,

I'll beautify my crypt by anguish.

I'm not afraid of the destroying Hope,

I'll let out my moan to them

Before I find the final peace,

Before I find the final peace.

Skinned by Him, all infinities

Are ground

on the table

of my soul's dream -

The realms

of fancy

are lapped by vileness:

Weeping is an echo from the unknown Abyss.

STARS

Stars have been named,

myths have been crushed:

I'm washing myself

yelling lying truth.

I'm slipping away,

I'm wounded by the dawn -

Tears have been dried out,

children have been stolen.

Meanings have been cut off,

gods have been poisoned:

I'm penetrating

the Nothingness by Word.

I'm betray ed by the past,

on the future lies the ice mask

Of the deal with Eternity -

no time to waste.

HEAR ME

I am full of prayer

Chalice has been thrown away.

My liberation

Is out of trouble.

The breath of a straw

Mowed down

Has gotten cold.

Begone!

Futility of hatred

Which has been fed up.

The end of Dream -

Underpaintedness of the past

Chastity canvas:

Please, hear me.

O! Lord!

Please, hear me,

Please, hear....

PRAYER

Father-God!

Hide me from sorrows around me

Father-God!

Don't allow me to have those dreams.

What should I do?

To start my life from the beginning?

How do You

Permit the crying of my depth?

Father-God!

Tell me where do you keep Dreams?

Have the goals,

Here, been really false?

Father-God!

Answer with no offence, who are You?

Maybe always

I'm crying and crying to myself?

FLOWERS

Touching the flowers

Of neglectfulness

Sang

The meaning of revival,

Losing purposes,

Motifs of the sincerely

And weary Dream

Burnt down the vital juice

As the echoes of the void

To wane in moan.

In one throw to the immenseness

Of the icy loneliness closet.

On hands and knees from tenderness

Of poisoned centuries.

Give the inside scope of souls

To the illnesses of conscience.

The verse covered with sadness

Is the tombstone-reproach

For them -

Has been irradiated

By dream.

CLEANING

Accords of centuries

Are appealing in pangs

To the scaffold to themselves.

Giving up the hatred

I'm bursting into the white sheet -

Everywhere are my Lord and I.

There are traits of His doctrine

In the doubt-dreams -

Whether I perceive the knife of Nothing?

There is the guiltiness

With the wrong waste -

That life - for penny: Christ.

My prayer is spreading

To the home coast

In defiance of passions.

By love of the Lord,

By caressing birch-rods

I will cleanse my gaze to do it by myself.

DIVORCE

Yelling I'll be divorced with myself -

Not for the sake for the drama.

I'll overyearn for the footprint

Which is rotted through by Fate.

My supermoan has been deceived

By the strange meaning

Of the inviolable pseudoyears.

Stand up!

Do not waste yourself

For the Nothingness.

Do not build in my heart the cathedral

Diseased with the infidelity leucosis.

I'll burn prognoses by the Star

Calling into the Night.

I'll stick together the roses

With my guiltiness.

I'm finding my daughter

In one of them,

In others....

My naivete - begone!

QUANTIZATION

Our time

Is quantized

By our songs,

Our perishableness

Is revolted

By our welcomes -

Vomiting with primordiality, dreams

Are overflowed with the soul fanatical cruelties.

The delights

Are slipping away

After shadows,

Which are sticking

The quanta of time

Into Nothing.

The yelling Pain is germinating between offences -

We only ne ed each other till death

The indifference -

To the justified

Infidelities,

Superperson -

On the wall

Of the supermind.

The interminableness of the vanishing blisses -

We are getting the Debts for the debts.

The perversion -

To the worn out

Lying feelings,

The revival -

To the naivenesses

Which are scattered

On the mad waste of the heart-rending Words -

They are alive with me, no matter how much you will burn me.

DIVINE BEVERAGE

The world of illusions

Is the divine beverage.

The indispensableness of the courage

Will absorb their aimlessness.

Only by the beaten gladness

And the hatred of evil

You cannot multiply

Their modulus of rage

With the shamed maimedness.

Stand still!

The stiff gelatine

Of the non-time.

Please, squeeze Dream

In the grip of despair

And dwindle

The nilpotent quagmire

Of the non-space!

Though I have not known

The salty smell of the Sun:

Do not hide your face!

Please, give up yourself

To the other march,

To the spat fancy realm.

PULLING

Pulling a face

I'm drinking again

The space without you,

And waiting,

When

Your,

Watering with Dream,

Gaze,

Wearing the belly of malice,

Gives birth

To the compossibleness,

Discarding nulls.

Please, cover us

With the Passion plaid,

And do not set congeal

In the artificiality night,

Moving backwards to the glow

Of the lying leprousness.

Please, ta ke me

For your second brush

To become my third

Dream superhemisphere.

FLIGHT

I love you, love you

Up to the deep heart spasm.

You are my poison desired,

You are my soul orgasm.

The lock of the uneasy years-days

During which we were apart,

They cry from the inside -

I have grown into yourself by pain.

The blinded blisses

Of the two supernovas -

It is a flight to the depth

Of two hearts, like roses.

INFINITE ATONEMENT

In that World,

Like on the edge of a blade,

Once again I'm catching at the air of the Soul.

Smiling, I've been reared by the losses.

What has remained for myself? - To write.

What should I write, when the sticky Time

Is cognized after its disappearance.

On the off-chance I'm abandoned by everybody,

My reflection is a withered skeleton.

I'm making my bed for two

For them, in my dream, not to appear from There.

Till the morning I'm saving my warmth for nothing.

Why, it will be neither these nor those.

At that time, going mad with fear,

I'll mottle my paper with the Infinity.

Maybe, this is their atonement:

I'll drink up everything which is getting cold

On the Bottom.

In that World,

Like on the edge of a blade....

PHEOPHANIA'S NIGHT

Outside the window two birds

Were yelling into my meaning -

The cut ached,

The gibberish cried.

I was racing my moan -

The balcony infinite with ecstasy.

I'll haven't no time to have a drink,

I'll make myself to sew the ardour together

From the Dream

To cool down,

To extort the cor diality for them:

The mirror-like surface

Of the apathetic heart-rendingness.

Outside the window two birds

Were tearing to pieces my life.

The naiveness was asleep

And alive with the Word.

Pheophania's night

Melts with the pain of the mind.

The fancy realm - begone!

The palette is slipping away -

I'm trying to burn the sheet

Which is the humus of my soul.

Stand up, do not waste your gaze

On the emptiness - there are debts

Which are waiting for their sacrifice.

SEMI -

Semitruth and semiconscience,

Semiargument and semilife.

Semiworld? - Is not worth Fate.

Semimemory? - Begone! - I forgot.

Like the purge for souls,

"Semi-" melts the circle of meaning -

With the semireproach a semifoe

Is lying that he is a semifriend.

The sale with semifeelings,

Food is semifinished.

Semihusband-semibrother

Is semifull up with semilove.

Semipower is semifreedom,

All are ashamed and make no complaint.

Rejoicing semicaring

We're semisleeping - backwards again?

POINT

Being tortured with lie,

I was alive with you -

Its superlayer

Between us

Consumed the cut

To the impossible.

The couch has been built -

Then I break into yelling to myself

And go to my crypt-dungeon.

Why, I see that my moan

Isn't needed here -

I'll disperse my haughtiness

On the faces of words.

The crowd made me sick -

I'm standing up straight

In front of the worst

I'll reject the flattery

Which is the tsarina of dreams.

I am tired

To the exhaustion

By the poverty of sounds.

Where do I find

The pledge of years?

The passionate and silly,

Alien lips of love

Cannot be torn away

From the dead blisses.

The footprint

Of the naiveness -

Rib crunch - is over -

The gibberish

Has mounted the moment.

There is a row

Of the Dream-like gravestones -

The light gapes

Out of the verse's point....

FLYING

No, it's impossible to drive out -

And why to rush about them?

I'll never pacify

Remains of my shameless conscience.

I shan't forgive myself the treason,

But who can define it?

We're proving by yelling furiously

That we have the right to be like this.

While justifying the every step

We're caressing ourselves without doubts,

But we have no better blessings

Besides the lust and laziness.

Goodbye to all, may peace be with you,

I've known inside me myself and yourself.

I've broken away from the suffering sea -

I'm flying to the start of all the beginnings.

FEAST OF LONELINESS

The ardour was wintering -

Inside me soul was driving.

Whither? -

I didn't know.

She was counting out -

I was counting on:

And it did not tally...

And the Malice,

Softening with the Passion psalms,

Squeezing her grin,

Rushed.

It was a stinking and eternal Ball,

Orgies of caresses,

The feast of loneliness -

And the Salvation.

FEVER

Being hold in the ice-hole of inconsolableness,

I shall come to myself.

I shall try to lie on the brazier not to b urn

The mental city of mine with the uselessness.

I'll tear off hatred from heartlessness,

I'll get even with everyone who has lied,

I'll braid fancy realm and gibberish into the cloth of

feelings

For nobody to kiss me ever.

I'll move off the window only for the running start,

I'll embrace to forget you fast,

I shan't know for whom I was crying for the years.

Are you passing away? - It is simply a fever.

HAVING

Having extorting the meaning,

Stand still the exaltation -

There is an awful lot of crushings

As to the handful of the livings.

The grin of the unwinking,

The reproach of the saints -

I'm sticking the moment

Into the morbid ground.

The guiltiness

Will absorb the yelling about

Everything having been wasted -

On the bottom

Me - an old man.

Face will be opened

For the last time -

The Things which were stored up

Will be whitewashed with Prayer.

DAWN

The dawn

Has stained my meaning

With napalm.

Oh! No!

Do not betray

The steel of dreams -

Oh! Yeah!

I am alive with Fullmoon.

The distance of essence

Is shining

With the salvation

Of a rush to the Nothingness -

The Morgue

Of the pious

And guiltless

Strivings.

The delight

Of the loneliness's Dream -

The wheezing moan

Of the exhaustedness

Of evil -

To Sorrow,

To the naiveness of Time,

To the imperishableness

And gibberish.

The inviolable

Soul's outcast -

The dawn.

RADIATI ON

My air -

Is the blinding flow of radiation.

I gnaw it -

And my life is wiped by X-rays.

No!

I don't want to decay on atoms!

Do I go that way? -

We are blamelessly squeezed.

The quiet and calmness:

"What's the matter, don't be afraid..."

By what do you measure everything?

You cannot get round

The childish prattle

And trembling of essence

By the faith in the degrees of lie.

So who is to be responsible?..

LIFE

I have not been full of my praying delight

And I have shrunken.

What have I done? - The old man

Is dispersed by hopelessness.

The restlessness -

The mind's evil -

Reigns not there.

The nonhuman delicacy

Is not the Ray.

Please, answer!

Who is there? -

The immenseness

Of the morbid bondage.

Oh! Priestess of dreams! -

You are being poured over

From head to foot

By the nightmare.

You are a lover

Of the inconsolable and meek

Corpses -

LIFE!

MELTING

Melting in the Naivete's pores

Of my yelling and stretched soul

Being swaddled by questions,

Arguing with Heaven,

The relaxion of doubts

Are drugging me to infinite dreams' precipice -

Please, write!

Painting the night of meanings

In a hundred of fresh and morbid flowers

Becoming covered with vileness,

I am holding my exaltation

On the manege

Of my helical pseudo-life

Sewn in a slapdash manner

From the bits of Dream.

Making advances to the Fancy Realm's lash

By the outer and tired< /B>

From its insincerity ditch

Of the marks warped with Depth,

I am praising the same Face,

I am having a foreboding about the scrap.

The cruelty of lying-prophets' rules

Will keep back the pouring of itself

Into the abyss of them -

But only for a moment.

The thought will freeze with hope

That this is not the last,

The last of my verses....

PLAYING THE GAME

< B> Waste up the empty role

Which has named herself as life.

Do weave

The plaid of the fancy realm -

The wisdom -

From the word's infinity

For not push aside

A Moment into the oblivion's ditch.

Do shorten out

The power of Lie

On the melancholy's weakness.

Please, take me: let

Death - into gladness.

Do sleep -

In remuneration

To become not a mob.

Softening the pseudopassion,

Congeal my yelling -

The last call:

The gaze out of beyond....

THREE CEMETERIES

The finish is burning -

The conception is melting

You cannot condescend

To yourself from the Bottom.

Farewell the over-fervid world,

Scoffing with the pseudovitality's dream

Near the window of the untouched illusion -

The cemetery-rooms

Are attracting by the Love,

The Childhood and the Natal.

Their anxiety,

The fancy realm of the loneliness,

The Nothing's kissing,

As the smoke of the nonparting,

Allow me to fire through -

It is not successful

To ridden my footprint.

I'm rousing my conscience

With the leafing over of the inside

For not to hear the trivial reply:

Life

is the multidimensional

cemetery

With the right of going there only

From the clammy

infinity

of the passage

Into my yelling lonely confinement

Which is finely connected with the world

By the threads of the soul's

Refined verse-formulae.

CASTLE

The noble riff-raff

Is building the castle on the empty.

The withered humanity

Is soaring o ver the dome

With a cross.

Wasting the caution on the smoulder

Of the imitatedness

Of the oblivion's ice,

Risking to become

An everyday pronoun.

JANUARY

I am existing with the effort of will power

I am not waiting for the kindness and not giving it

I am not pinning the former days,

But I'm not liking the present ones.

I have endured all commotions,

I have become in every of the guises.

I cannot whitewash myself from the dirt's remainders:

Having desired them so much.

I have been so tired to deal out the needless precepts,

To hope for the miracle,

To trust that I will not

Destruct everything again.

But it is not simple to leave myself,

How many times I have tried in vain.

I have hardly lived out the Autumn of Life -

So it is not far from its January.

DUET

Our mutual running one into the other is disconsolate,

It is full of rebukes, is craving and tender:

Being jealous we're waiting.

The looked for coast is colored

With insatiableness -

We'll sing in duet the life's cough.

The reveling of dreams is careful -

If not that, who will help

To attain yourself.

The wounds of guiltiness are enticing

Into the brilliant traps

To embrace in a crunch.

I'm praying: for us it's impossible

Not to become the living steel.

Goddess

Of tears!

Do weave

From roses

The carpet of primordiality,

The fate and blessing!

EMBRACING

Everlasting the inevitableness,

Learning, submissively,

About the day,

When the successfulness,

As the pse udosinfulness,

To me appears as the virginness,

I'll filter into the past to tears,

Fighting my soul,

Coloring my pain,

To not burn up,

From life the gathering

Of the unpremediatedness replete,

Of the uncalmlessness wicked -

I'll burn down with prayer,

As the blade of the gibberish,

That World which I have not embraced

By myself.

BURNING UP THE LIFE

Burning up the life

Is trampling my Light

In her embrace,

Throwing into the furnace

Of already other's years

The painshed bits amputated

From the soul mutilated.

Oh! No!

The sweet Naivete and the blindness

Will not give back them to the call:

There is the Time's dart-killer -

Who, piercing, gives you more.

It was long ago desired

To yell: "Yes!"

Towards the fetid

Ditch of Dream.

Do burn up now -

It does not matter -

I'll over-bear

The vanishing remainder,

I am exhausted...

I'm hoary with ages...

I'm melted....

GAZE

The gaze deserted

By the oaths -

She's lying.

The garden, dead,

Of Fate -

I shall sing it

To ashes.

Was it a running start? -

The running in the circle...

The years bars

Are crossing out the light

To be changed into a resilient bed.

The flight's - the fever,

I'll be washed by evil.

Let the flagstaff

Of Past's delights -

Be through and gone.

To be with the needless rhyme

Of Life,

As with the solitary cell

Of dream,

Apart.

The only Image

Inviolable -

Is pseudonarcosis.

Here is a switch -

The turning...

And so a moment

Has gotten smeared

Over the empty Universe.

SOON

The War will soon be here! -

I can hardly breathe onto the Dust's pillow.

The seeds of the Lie -

Continue their atomic explosion.

The country of poverty,

Choking with the memory's sperm once again,

Does pray to learn

When the abscess will be cut to pieces.

The War will soon be here! -

Perversions do blind by Naiveness.

It's not possible to swaddle

The revivals with the follies of blisses.

It's not possible to disperse

The infinite ball of meanings with the blitzkrieg.

The War will soon be here! -

She's the collapse of honour and suffering...

There's a foray of new nobodies....

SOUL

My soul,

Transparent from the pain,

Has suddenly abated

Near the precipice of years -

It is sleeping

Lightly.

The mad feast

Of the debts

Is stinging to the yell.

Is laying bare,

Rotting my depths.

Oh! No! Nay!

I didn't beat!

And I did not betray!

The lying meaning

Spilling on the motives,

Is laughing

At the wretched:

"Tender is the Night".

I was whitewashing

Anew the tear,

Freezing from power

Of prevision,

And have consumed it

With the Bottom's ray.

Oh! Yes! Yeah!

Refusing, I was waiting....

CALL TO THE PAST

Do not call to the Past:

It is the frozen statues of feelings.

Do not call to the Past:

The eyelids of memory are

Only trembling to the crunch.

Let no good

Wait at large away from the dream:

The well-groomed

Facade of the lie

Will take away the gaze

From the bottom for a moment.

The worn-out wig of the years

Is pricking the eyes

With the needles of days:

Do not call to the Past -

If you wanna know the Cross over future.

BODY

Oh, Body! -

You are the insecure shield

From the unsparing splashes of Life. My soul

Is sickened by Naiveness: the AIDS of depths

Will absorb the aspirations not to the end

And will erect the gravestone of Reproach.

Oh, Meanings which are extorting Lie!

Do not protect the nakedness of the pattern

Of your facelessness. When you understand

That you have taken the regular robbery,

Laughing, the Fate is threatening

With the starvation once again.

Be cold and separate the flying

Of the extortedness and utilitarian passion,

Do not be lost, while comprehending

The ford of fancy realm,

Adorn the dome of heaven

With the supersacrificialness

To melt in them with the unmeltable Happiness.

HATRED

I'll cut off hatred from sorrow,

I'll be swaddled into the chime

Of the wasted years -

Who needs

The poverty's moan,

Having eaten away the memory?

I'm thrusting into myself

The fatigued gaze,

I'm accusing my depths -

Which forces will caress

And give me to breathe once again.

A moment has been stuck up

Into the grave of moments -

They sicken,

They are living

In those who believe,

That the firs t moment and the last one

Were given for them only.

HOLDING MYSELF

I live in vain

To speak of gain

About pain

Of my dead brain.

I love meanwhile

The closed file

Of wasteful life

To miss its knife.

I carry stone -

Eternal moan

Of mine, alone,

To hold my own....

LINE

You are - my line,

Symbols' handful,

You're - wall to "non-I",

Forgive me again.

Dream's file by bytes

Expels gibberish

Interrupted by moan

Of those absentees.

Yelling, reading tear

Of their despair,

Waiting thunderstorm

Of intersuffering,

I place my cross

On screen to Nothingness,

Stopping Bottom's wrangle,

I transpose text.

You are - my line,

Symbols' handful,

You're - wall to "non-I",

Forgive me again....

REFLECTIONS

I expel my hatred

Into basket for Passion -

Their strange devotion

Vexes night with pseudohappiness.

Escaping to sacrificialness

Of revenge neglected,

Melting goals' bone

With honour wasted,

Grasping lie of flattery,

Affectedness of meanings,

Having died with fast dream,

Taking knife of poverty,

Yelling, passing through

To stolen years' peal by thought,

Reiterating living's moment

By my childhood crushed,

Annoying earnest

With attempts to wash off gibberish,

Hinting into sincerity

To forget tender blisses' life,

Interrupting rally-parade

Of nonsensical myths,

I'm closing shatters into town

Of achievements without reefs.

DRAWING

Pastness jeers at the future,

Crosses are melted by smoke,

Meanings confess in the horrors' ward,

Debt stiffs at uttermost line.

Reiterating my prayer in dream,

I stroll along brightness' outskirts again,

Drink trouble to draft the drawing

Of desperation on heart-rending wall.

Generations are cut off by scalpel

Of volte-faces rotted through with guilt,

Haze's drawing above pseudocountry

Is wiped off by calque of time.

Repainting despair into hatred,

I kneed moment on evil's palette,

Cut to pieces crossroads of words

By treasons of those who knew

without grasping shoots.

Having changed to imprint nonpersonal

On the infinite's arrow to null,

I set fire from the drawing to stars' condour

And return to my bothering role....

EVERYBODY

Pitch darkness -

Withered candles

Overshadow, from gibberish, plot,

Strange volumes.

Farewell meets

Tear to quanta the dawn

Of seized feelings

Filling with meaning

Prejudging of followed dreams.

Rushing to truth,

I'm being pierced with thought:

In the end everybody betrays.

INSTEAD

Instead of her

I melt in them -

My love and word,

And soul's anthem.

Instead of my

Having lived life out -

Nobody shines

From ashes' crowd.

Instead of song -

I cry the End

And pray:"so long"

My inside's land.

Instead of death -

I wait more roles

To play the best

Without goals.

DAWN OF MINE

Please do stole me from madness to night.

Oh! My Lord! Be ravaged, lead away

Me along infinite's shoots into twilight,

Into rotted through mucus of Time.

Can't survive evil's vow with lying remorse,

Can not waste that was unknown

How to conserve from Naiveness, imploring

Utterlessness not to whisper me end.

Dawn of mine drags along passing line again,

Predestined by Fate in vain

On the pilfered dreams and idylls:

Dawn of mine - is near lonely star.

MOON

Eyes of the Moon - are hazel:

Was so waiting for You evening and night,

Searching the mirage of Pastness,

Endeavouring to surmount the whole of it.

Tear was smelling of alien,

For a moment, filtering to moan,

Deforming the principle to glue

Delight from the sides crying.

Having shivered of strange avenues,

Having wasted the charge to live,

Expelling motif-glumness,

I forgave to wreathe Nothingness.

I made from by-gone tenderness

Your Image, having washed off entreaty

Remains of ailing years,

No powers to comprehend them.

Made currentless by You anew,

I've chosen without trade with Bottom

Profession-pain, the Loneliness,

To consume the volume in time.

WITHOUT YOU

Without you - no reasons to live,

Without you - stars are washed off

With yelling of salty tears.

Without you - I don't try to open

Womanly bin,

Sprinkled to smell.

Without you - my Moment cools,

Without you - goals are lost

In poverty of inexperienced caresses.

Without you - I don't look for Fate's thread

Which is cut off longways,

Is eaten by crowd-moth.

Without you - our World can't be drunken out,

Without you - ice-drifting of angry nights

Melts the door into truth.

Without you - "to be" remains,

Not to soothe pain,

To recover, to rise.

Without you - no reasons to live....

PASSENGER

I am only funny passenger

Of the train passing Nowhere,

Halts of cold apartments

And fruitless searches have exhausted me.

Forgotten, amusing, anxious

I don't heat the window with breath.

No end for annoying tiring roadsides -

It's bottom of unavoidableness.

Sleeping Earth - is patient cemetery

Threatening with axe-crosses,

Sharp-clawed evil's lightning-paws

Crush my soul into futile cryings.

Hopes are leaven for the moment's wind,

Already nobody caresses my pain,

In my eyes as behind shutters white,

There's endless anguish of life.

DOWNPOUR

Downpour - by window,

Snow - inside me.

Selection of mine:

Let you - Sin.

Fire - to my back,

Sheaf - of betrayals.

Edge - near me,

Stop - of Naiveness.

On my table, list

Of mundane affairs,

Splash of ideas,

Sonnet - has been sung.

Downpour - by window,

Snow - inside me....

WREATH

I lay guilty's wreath on pseudopastness,

I transpose their portraits - into night.

Paint despondency splash into impossibility

To transform casual strangers - into Daughter.

They are sorrowfully crying for mundane losses,

Joys, caresses and lying dreams.

Irritating with bruises of debts

I'm so tired measuring spiral's coils.

Do not cut the thread of holy frontier to Eternity,

Call of Nothing outstrips in fervour

Of the goals unachieved: unconcern

Of impending words, in which I already was, torment.

Stepping aside from Passion's mirror up to gunfire,

Calming sincerity with exploded ashes,

I hide abandonedness in first test of the thought

That the marriage with my shuttle Fate has broken.

LEAVES

Peeping in my room

Leaves are shunted by sorrow,

Crossing out my living

By heart-rending whispering.

Tossing in hysterics, like a beast,

Letting all confidence - to walls,

I cry "beware!"

To immoderate longings.

They torment my inside,

Insole and call to you -

So many reasons forced

To see or phone.

Covering myself with impossibility

To get closer our past,

I stay to be alive

Behind my face curved by grief.

HATE

Do hate your Fate

For losing door

Into disgrace

To wish no more.

Do lay on grave

Of lying smile

Without stay

To close survival.

Do try to fight

With inner sins,

Forgetting light

From wrong way things.

Do feel hot steel

Of coming guns

Perverting bill

By stolen runs.

Do make your brain

Be free from null,

Do sit in train

Of yelling Rule.

Forgive me reef

Of wasting goals -

My last belief

Became a role.

FILE

Me not to strive to open file of new relations -

Wall white: you, Loneliness, screen's points - empty imitations.

They say the same, they love as if they drink turned beer,

My bare and hard inside for them is only function m ere.

I'm praying: bill me, God, I'll pay my soul's arrears

Before your long-awaited word-appeal makes me disappear.

Last plot of the inevitable downfall burns low,

My dreams were perfectly betrayed and shot. I go....

WINDOW

Awakening... her alien bed....

I'm sick and drunk,

And full of mad

Emotions, feelings

Memories....

My Lord! Forgive me -

Set me free

From ugly loneliness

And stone

Of bared reproach less

Than moan.

I saw Trance Window

To the dark -

Its wind was burying

Last soul's mark....

QUITTING

I've quitted living -

What to rush about

On circles clutching with the Bottom?

To whitewash Motive,

To shoot at former myself -

What happens then?

I have begun

To burn my path return

By other people, other goals.

Tornado freezing

Of my crucified soul

Connects two faces

Of the Host.

I've drunk up laugh

By which before

I fed my sickness, breaking

Secretly from them.

I slide towards the Hope

With mouth disfigured by offence.

I've quitted living -

No answers

To forest of reproaches, reasons.

I've quitted living -

Being caught by the Eternal:

My final bar,

My needless verse -

I'm singing still alone...

INCORRECT DREAM

Next morning I see the incorrect dream:

I am in the Past, fall in love, dearest - alive.

Torturing odour of hands ungentle,

The feast of habitual vices. Knock - suddenly:

She came without permission. Sobbing.

The Fate yellingly p rayed - as one ought. Fever.

The branches of terrible Hope rot behind window -

Split with abyss of losses, I accept demolition,

But only as playing from above, laughing

Converting the maiden-pain into my line.

Next morning I see the incorrect dream:

I am in the Past, fall in love, dearest - alive...

SIEVE

Turning over pages of streets split

Of alien cities' warped bodies,

I asked the Shadow over them swirling

Whence execution of dreams comes.

The meaning bespattered cuts off the meeting

With blows of beggars and lashes of gods:

Next the flight - the sieve of partings

Will sift the remainder of nonsensical words.

I smooth the design of transmutting to tendernees

With hackneyed gestures of mannered days

Not living on negligence of empty sub-texts

For a long time, which is harsher than death.

RENDEZVOUS

Anew I make a date for the Past

Having gnawed by crowd countless times,

By the dream of excuses,

Unwearying, warming myself

Over Fate painted by death.

I try to surmount the meaning

On which my soul's space is held,

I writhe in life's dance -

Bottom's flares

Scatter the night of Hatred.

I drink the estrangement's beverage,

Transparent and pestered,

Diluted with ring of tears.

My yelling is absorbed with intimacy -

I conseal the hollow-cheekedness

With the sheet warped by the line.

ALIEN

I'm not a stranger -

I am - a man,

Love - inner changes,

Have - what I can.

I'm not an alien

Among memories -

Searching for spelling

Of supreme tries.

Twisting the spaces

Of different lies,

I melt in traces

Of pain - not to die.

CONTENTS

ANGEL 1

NUCLEUS 2

ICON 3

BLITZ 5

CLOT 6

VOLUME 7

ILLUSION 8

CRYING 9

DREAM 10

SUPERMANIFOLD 11

COAST 12

STARS 13

HEAR ME 14

PRAYER 15

FLOWERS 16

CLEANING 17

DIVORCE 18

QUANTIZATION 19

DIVINE BEVERAGE 20

PULLING 21

FLIGHT 22

INFINITE ATONEMENT 23

PHEOPHANIA'S NIGHT 24

SEMI - 25

POINT 26

FLYING 28

FEAST OF LONELINESS 29

FEVER 30HAVING 31

DAWN 32

RADIATION 33

LIFE 34

MELTING 35

PLAYING THE GAME 36

GAZED 37

CURTAIN 38

BLINDS ON THE YOUTH 39

INFINITY NIGHT 40

FACE 41

US AND THEM 42

WITHIN A HAIRSBREADTH OF LIFE 43

BONINESS OF TIME 44

HORIZON 45

FULLMOON 46

BROADWAY 47

FIGHTING 48

TORTURE-CHAMBERS 49

PHEOPHANIA'S RAIN 50

AFTER YOUTH 51

REFUGE OF HOPES 52

BRAND 53

IN THE CITY 54

BALL 55

SCYTHE OF TIME 56

NIMBUS 57

I HAVEN'T NOTICED 58

BEND 59

FREEZING 60

BEING DELIRIOUS 61

EVENING'S FADE 62

GETTING COLD 63

SURMISE 64

PLAYHALL 65

HEATING 66

GOAL 67

BONE 68

THREE CEMETERIES 70

CASTLE 71

JANUARY 72

DUET 73

EMBRACING 74

BURNING UP THE LIFE 75

GAZE 76

SOON 77

SOUL 78

CALL TO THE PAST 79

BODY 80

HATRED 81

HOLDING MYSELF 82

LINE 83

REFLECTIONS 84

DRAWING 85

EVERYBODY 86

INSTEAD 87

DAWN OF MINE 88

MOON 89

WITHOUT YOU 90

PASSENGER 91

DOWNPOUR 92

WREATH 93

LEAVES 94

HATE 95

FILE 96

WINDOW 97

QUITTING 98

INCORRECT DREAM 99

SIEVE 100

RENDEZVOUS 101

ALIEN 102