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Violet fields, blooming at the nameless crime in the light of the empty screens
pulsating ray short shutters of hatred ritual dance of shadow gestures
Lodge of scoffers, tangled hands
humiliation, blooming on the breasts like a weed
transfused on the paper, the makes endless marches of
twisted and sick gestures, insane shapes
Evil, diminished to the measure of a tear in our might, small as the empty words
madmen on the sock of glory'n'tradition darkness will come, bringin' the relief

The rows of the even planted old trees
standing like the aged monuments of tradition
passed on of the eternal rule of light
immortal stigma and the chains for brain
The fall is painting the trees in the colour of blood
flowerbeds of fadded and dry flowers like the human beings
sentenced to the eternal estrangement
Cemeteries plunged in the fire of sun bare and empty marble doms

I know the pain of insane which comes to my soul
I see the streets drowned in rain the melody of sad
Flag is tremblin' in my hands I'm beatin' out the paintings in rock
the picture of the dying people monuments of black tales
Glaciers melted from the glow of thousands of hells
forged with hands of the condemned beings the create the inaccessible heaven
the vision of modern machine of extinction
Scorning the might of universe we're staying equal gods

Elegy of silent windows of wind in the boughs of the trees
of the plain of lights wrapped up in a grief
The crest of roof broken'n'left walls overgrown of grass'n'wine
white shrub washed down of drops of storm windows bunged with rotten boards
And just the birds live here wanderers from distant hills
the bringin' the breath of a space breath of unreal impetus

Where is my real imaginary world? Empty spaces of the sunset
spaces of the lost hopes of the deprived of feelings faces
The laughing devil is disappearin' in the clouds of smoke spiderweb
life is running 'way against the sad light of the day the left shreds in my hands
Blood in the empty, forgotten tins cut off heads, strange creations of the nature
the bulbs, black lights from under the vault acrid teste of blood in mouth
I found oneself death in the room tangled hands like shoots of vine
the grimace of scream has twisted my face anxiety in the death and cold eyes

That's the game of chess
your life against the death
and you're a looser
just loosing your last breath
the clock's tick tock
seems to be dead men's talk
and you're a looser
juast loosing your last breath

In the vapours of opium
In a smoky Paris salon
Like a black and white photo
It's a kind of deja vu
Dancing girls
Their faces veiled
Naked bellies
Empty stares

Newly winged and in love with the skies
I'm forced to crawl bound up with the ground
i can only pray to the sun that it ain't forever

You say "i'll protect you from the melting heat"
but I'm dying to fall if that makes me breath
i can only pray to the sun that it ain't forever

Bridge To A Desert

The role of Jack-o-lanterns is to be a bridge
a bridge to a desert
a hope in empty words is like the sand,
the sand that burns my soul
with a glow of desires

Winter forest
Winter patterns on the trees
Trudging through the horny bushes
Snow is cracking
Underneath my feet
Broken branches
Shadows grey
My eyes can hardly see

A rude awakening, I realize
There's cold obsession in my eyes
An alien face that i have to show
Belonged to me then Some years ago
I'm not myself

I've killed my feelings,I'm soulles ice
There's cold obsession in my eyes

Wooden grief
lost in silence
dream of life
cold as shudder

Every day from birth
only way I walk.
loosing my own breath

One day I saw a fear
in the eyes of the clown
dancing in the middle of my dream
selling prescribed grief
the short cut of knife
that forbade to breathe
the caravans of life

He was passing my world
Whistlin' the melody
In the simple suit with hands in his pockets
Dirty pieces of paper
Was floatin' in the air
And he was marchin'
Over'n'over again.

In the holy river Ganges
In the river of karma and souls
Shiva speaks to the goddess Kali
Gentle breezes carry his voice
In the holy river Ganges
Pilgrims wash away their sins
And the water kisses their bodies
Like the priestess of your dreams

Flawless image, treasured face
Artisan's masterwork's done
Mona Lisa�s selfish smile
I wonder where goes the dance of her hands

Perhaps the orchid in her hair
has more than a story to tell
But there are cryptic seams on those lips

The autumn�s fairy is missing
Now with the distant morning dewdrops of the first corroded sound
Around the well of wishes
Like sentries are the dusk fireflies, a swarm of charms

The spore meets the unliving
As the solar wanderer falters and falls before the moon
The hair of woods on fire

I'm the rule which the world gave you.
I'm the light which steel is shinin' in the darkness.
I'm the poem of the mad poet who's believed that the world is
Giv'n to us whole holy truth.

Empty walls of your jail.
That inside your mind desperate faces're watchin' you're fallin into the abyss
Masks they wear everyday die to be real

Road made of crosses
Way to the eternity
Symbol of the death
So ironic

But adored by the living ones
Crying their tears
Prying over

In the web of dreams
In the well of nightmares
In the world of her coma
She's playing her game
She belongs to the clan
Half-alive, half-dead
Her astral body
Stronger than her mortal shell

Dust particles of the empty words like left wings of the unvisible birds
flowers the storm of the words`n`feelings h`s like wind
frail and brittle stalks-it`s time to pass and die lightnings of feelings
the silence of the warm evening stars threw on the heaven like the seeds of
flowers of hate`n`love
The rains streaming along the edge of the counter
flowing down the shoulders and face cold blows of whip
the whisper of silent drops windows, panes of flashes`n`brilliance

The lovers of night in the fadded mouths
brought the message of the hopeless solitude
silent nature in the possessed dance bowed trees seem to pay the homage
humiliation'n'death the gods of heaven irony of things which are still passing
immortal'n'eternal march of the martyrs alone on the rock of might of existence
dying in silence conscience like the rugged velvet
empty balconies, the windows of closed lands
the rain is sappin' the blood from the death stones

Nights in white satin
Never reaching the end.
Letters I've written
Never meaning to send.
Beauty I'd always missed
With these eyes before.
Just what the truth is
I can't say anymore

Please me or bless me
I'm full of your lack
depress me and press me
to give me your slack
weed of your decease
anger of your bliss

Crown all your world

I have been zombified
Ain�t got a soul inside
I dance in circles without purpose
And I am death in life
Am I supposed to last forever?
Nothing will break the spell this time
The curse upon me is my blessing
Blood serum should be applied

When the gold reveries are overcom'n your mind
Dream is getting harder to forget
You're being worried by the visions of hatred
And the empty words, world left in the dull
Passage of the shadow words covered
By the the dust of eternal procession of the time

Alone in the world of the insane human shapes

O szyby deszcz dzwoni, deszcz dzwoni jesienny
I pluszcze jednaki, miarowy, niezmienny,
Dżdżu krople padają i tłuką w me okno...
Jęk szklany... płacz szklany... a szyby w mgle mokną
I światła szarego blask sączy się senny...
O szyby deszcz dzwoni, deszcz dzwoni jesienny...

Wieczornych snów mary powiewne, dziewicze

He had no eyes
He saw much more than us
Fire in his hands
Stigmata of the Universe

He came to reign
Over our dying world
Nobody knew him

Run through the forest on a hot summer day
Trying to break down the walls of numbing pain
Give me a freedom to destroy
Give me a radioactive toy
Taster the water from the stream of running death
Eat the apple and cough a dying breath
Feel the sun burning through your black skin
Pour me into hole in form my next of kin

In the empty room
The stifling air daub closed inside four walls.
Liein on my bed
I can see the stains
Over dirty floor
The passion of creating heaven
In the middle of the rotten swamp.

I want to be a seer
A songster of the stars
Though the future lies uncertain
Seems readable at times
I'll follow the clearing plan

Don't deny what can't be denied
Accept the truth, it's nothing but you

We took another step
to raise the dark from source
to drink from vanity
the wall of our dreams

crack the ray of cry
crack the ray of light
to fade out the sun

Slow and majestic, it grew up
Just like divine creepers of vine:
Once it the rain,then in the sun
And in the morning misty cloud
Emotionless and still unchanged
Emotionless and still unchanged

In the tomb of thoughts

The scream is break'n a silence of the birth
Days're crash'n against the wall of the cry
The mist wears the moonlight in the shadow of Notre-Dame Cathedral

Insane dreams of your dead feathers
Tradition seems too hard to understand
Trails of smoke are stranglin' the large pillars
Cry of the naked child wrapped up in a scarf is

There is a lime and there is space....As soon as you are
born you are caught in between. Then, you may spend
your life either waiting for your time or wasting your
I have never wasted my time. Maybe that's why
one night I felt as if I had been born again. With no
rhyme or reason, I began to laugh and behave like a
happy child expecting a beautiful gift. I could not
recognize myself, the whole change was so sudden, so

When the spirit died he had left the invisible admonition smell of insane.
Today everything turned into the gray shadow among the waste died time.
Stone tablets covered up by engraved old song.
Song bout the victory'n'humiliation

You won with your own shadow
You lose with a world'n'blue sky
The left eternal'n'unfathomable truth

I know that someday as the light
Blur on my soul
will switch off.

You'll never know how much does your Gaze means for me
Touch of your hand. The whisper of the heart
Passing moments when I
Felt your breath