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Pearls of fantasies shine in the waters of hope
That February turned tears to.
We will certainly free weakened hands from the ropes
If wonder is all that we do.

Let us build a small ship as a shelter-to-be
And paint it in colors of spring.
It is madness so sweet to spend life on the sea;
I will turn to a siren and sing.

In the song of my heart that will beat twice as fast,
Your own inner voice will reveal.
Reminiscence I’ll crave is for ages to last,
I’ll gift you a moment to steal.

Guys, all you are good at is scolding a cop,
Yes, some of your statements have meaning, indeed,
But words with no reasons won’t get you on top,
You’re giving your fellows a casual feed
Of rhyming curse words that you cast out loud,
So over-inflated and false-emphasized,
You try to be brusque, and you merge with the crowd,
Your ego is stained by the fact you are biased.

You crave for a rebel, so get it all planned,
Clean out the dump in your mind for a start!
Use word as a weapon when perfectly penned,
Withdrawn from the ultimate depth of your heart.

Guys, all you are good at is scolding a cop,
As they are subdued by the careless chief
For dubious joys of a desperate job.
They’ve sold their true and most cherished beliefs.
But what you are doing is always the same,
You’re telling them what they are waiting to hear.
You know they quote you, you choke on your fame,
You don’t even care if it sounds sincere.

You crave for a rebel, so get it all planned,
Clean out the dump in your mind for a start!
Use word as a weapon when perfectly penned,
Withdrawn from the ultimate depth of your heart.

The crowds keep rocking, applauding, exclaiming,
Quoting your words, lacking ones of their own,
If being a poet is what you are claiming,
Declare what really needs to be known!

You crave for a rebel, so get it all planned,
Clean out the dump in your mind for a start!
Use word as a weapon when perfectly penned,
Withdrawn from the ultimate depth of your heart.

Describe me the pleasures of ignorant bliss,
When life’s like a train you are bound to miss,
When casual trifles appear in pink,
And wonders untouchable instantly shrink.

You don’t want to alter reality frail,
So every bold thought finds itself in a jail.
You welcome no changes, you try just to match
The role you play, fate’s satirical sketch.

You say you don’t mind it, I know its false,
Your day, like a wheel, monotonously rolls.
You suffer to fit an invisible hole
That life cast you into. To fight or to crawl?

I’m riding the cloud of bright blanket dreams,
The coconut smoke entwines with the mist,
The potion of madness in violet streams
Is carving the urge that I cannot resist.

The mysteries find me still lying in bed,
Enjoying the pleasures of drunken grapefruit.
Just several gulps, and a room painted red
Will turn to a princess’ incredible suit.

I’m a swift errand girl of my fortunate fate,
When my fantasies leak, the reality hides
In the weirdest world I could ever create
With my eyes tightly shut, with my heart as a guide.

A rose with sharp yet invisible thorns
Will bloom in my gardens in endless July –
The country of fairies and pink unicorns
Beneath the enchanting and welcoming sky.

I trust in the might of the element Earth,
However, the Air attracts me much more.
I’m hovering free, and I feel the rebirth.
This madness is tempting like never before.

I’m a swift errand girl of my fortunate fate,
When my fantasies leak, the reality hides
In the weirdest world I could ever create
With my eyes tightly shut, with my heart as a guide.

I giggle and slap the reality’s face,
I found salvation in madness’ embrace.

I’m a swift errand girl of my fortunate fate,
When my fantasies leak, the reality hides
In the weirdest world I could ever create
With my eyes tightly shut, with my heart as a guide.

I say: “Good morning everyone”,
Turn on the light. The morning sun
Will never choose to greet this place
Of greed-trapped minds and sheer disgrace.
Some beer into inner space
To sink reality for instance
Is just the way of my resistance
Within this suffocating maze.

The fussy crowds in hurrying trams,
The same old streets, the traffic jams
Are too disgusting for my eyes -
They seek lush colors of surprise.
My heart’s a rose yet to bloom,
And all it needs is Heaven’s cater,
But I will never break the fetter
Of northern winds and autumn gloom.

You say you are braver, superior, smarter,
Your pride, ever swollen, has poisoned the air.
In fact, you are already deep in the gutter,
You’ve merged with the shades of the earthly despair.

Your crave for respect, much more cash, a career,
But luck’s velvet fingers won’t grant you a touch,
Your purpose is being in front of the rear,
You cannot believe that it costs one too much.

The same elevator, the buttons in rows
From Monday till Friday. The same boring week.
You press button ten: you are taken below -
Regarding your dwelling, emotion-sick.

You crave for respect and life-long recognition,
But rich-colored life is behind your bent back,
You don’t realize it’s a bitter position,
You’ve never considered the change of this track.

You say you are braver, superior, smarter,
But you are deprived of the pleasure of thought.
In fact, you are already deep in the gutter,
The look of a shadow is all that you’ve got.

I’m here in the corner, devoured by cold,
My little ribbed shell hides a desperate sigh,
It holds an enigma for you to unfold
Until I’m asleep to your breath’s lullaby.

My soul is rushing beyond the extremes,
Revealing the vibe that is hard to appease,
But once you discover the door to my dreams,
My consciousness lives through a moment of peace.

Whenever my lips start exploring your skin,
They bleed unexplainable bitter remorse -
My poison leaves stains, and it feels from within,
But lips ever sealed do appear much worse.

Your husband, unfaithful, and five stupid kids
Do grow the seeds of despair;
You water them amply, chain-eating with greed
Cheap sweets. Listen, quit it. Stare.

Your husband detests you. Accept it is true.
He needs ironed suits and your dinner.
However, he had kind of feelings for you
When you were much younger and thinner.

All hope is gone,
You try to flee,
You’re dreaming of the deep blue sea,
Remembering your honeymoon.
But hope is gone.
You’ll wake up soon.

Your children are craving for stale breakfast pies,
Which wasted a couple nice hours.
Your husband can’t hope with his hair and tie,
Your morning is fully devoured.

Brazilian tragedies on the blue screen
Appear your only salvation.
Most couples discover the same boring scene,
Routine is the pain of the nation.

Surrounded by my past,
I have discovered a lot.
I have discovered at last
The anguish of loss in my chest.
This anguish is all that I’ve got.

Surrounded by this gloom,
I only want to break through.
I only want thoughts to bloom
Like weeds by a foreigner’s tomb.
He fought for the word, proven true.

Surrounded by this mist,
I have apparently drown.
I have apparently missed
The time that still runs through my fists.
My anger could burn it all down…

The news has said it’s getting better,
But who on Earth believes in it?
Now, when all dreams are bound to shatter,
I laugh at such a lame deceit.

And I don’t care this place is dying
Beneath my own fallen sky.
It is your life that I’m denying,
As you have taken mine awry.

I tell myself that spring is near,
But April never comes alone.
It takes me back to vanished years,
It brings the memories, once gone.

My hopes are buried in despair,
As sleeplessness has made me think.
And thoughts do always lead right where
The truth is dwelling. Chances shrink.

I’ve drawn a land of endless silence,
But certainly, I’ve failed to flee.
This place of never-ending violence
Will kill me, won’t lose touch with me.

The laws of heart are my salvation,
Yet I can never get enough
Of unforgettable sensations.
I’m still alive just due to love.

My days remind me of the endless autumn rain,
The fascinating, charming melancholy.
The sky is crying for my bitter loss -
The loss of one hour’s eternity.

And I know the rain is bound to cease,
But my sorrow will shape just another raincloud,
And the steps on our crossing ways
Will be only for always erased.

And my freedom reminds of a foreign land,
No destination is one, true home
That has never existed at all.
And wherever I go, I will only get lost.

And my love reminds of a wilted rose,
Its eternal beauty is evanescent;
While you’re breathing in its light April scent,
Least of all you expect it to hurt you,
But time leaves you just pain of its pretty thorns.

And my truth reminds of an ancient language,
Mystic manuscripts only few can read,
But no one’s ever got to the core,
Where the mystery is way too obvious.

So, my whole life’s like a chess game
With one possible ending – it’s draw.