Poetry and Writings

It's green, Green like hills and valleys  Of Schwarzenberg, I wonder what Arnold would say If he saw how green it is In winter, in Israel. 

Root for yourself, boy! Nobody will root for you as you do, For yourself, Play that movie of big success in your mind That grand mansion That cheque fast car That lady at your side The smart kids And the Labrador retriever I mean play it in your mind Without belief It still will happen

Время течет в некуда Я доживаю до чуда Или просто бутылки дна Всё что мне нужно  Это девушка которая Также заманчива как магия вуду Одинока, одна, вот только беда Что говорит мне она: "Одна, я тебя в жизни не буду!" Вот и пой свои стихи Млечный путь и небосводы  Девушка одна также заманчива  Как магия вуду, сказалы бы что  Ты кукла моя вот и терпи уколы сердца, Игла, и вовсе не жди в мире чуда

Fridge, bridge, flour. Drunken Santa walked out the door Opened the fridge and grabbed a muffin, Crossed the bridge still puffing, Threw the flour on the floor, What a calembour galore!

You are a cat and I am a man We don't have a reasoned plan You are a cat and I am a man Yet there is no good enough of whiskey blend I'm a cat and you are a man Petting me a purring ball of fur What has happened to our detour? I don't question this calembour

I made a step towards adopting a cat The question is however, Who'll adopt me? I am living on a chain of dark fears In my future there is no skill There are only forbidden tears

I'm too straightforward  To handle truth Some claim I'm naive But I just choose eternal youth How come my love wasn't enough? How come her love has lost interest in me? Oh, playful beauty of simplicity! I am a man of too many voices But my reason is only one I choose to tell the truth as is Because it is what Buddha would have done

Your tender blues Makes me want to win Against the odds Regardless the sin I tend to take you there Where no one dared I bet you cherish moments Like this

That flame, The ancient burner! The purity of all Is the light that leaves a scar Of that I'm certain

Lost all his mind Lost all his freedom Life is unkind Boredom of widows

The percentage of things that you do That are still important to you Should be very low by now Because you get better only in few That is the true thing that matters Should carry you through the world That shatters 

Default is a bitch Returning to old places House of your parents Your great parents Places of humiliation and concern I will break the chains For I'm not yet completely worn Money is all that matters And to make a hundred million For myself alone, I'm sworn

I was once playing a game of chess, My oponent remained unknown, Literally masked I planned my moves and he has laughed, I have bitten my lips and exposed my queen He took her away from me, greedily, I guarded my king and made sure He can't be trapped, But masked persona made a move And it all colapsed Devasted but daring I grabbed the mask  And took it off to uncover the face... It was me with a writing on a forehead - 'Fate' I trembled in fear as I lost my face  And this game of chess to no other but fate...

Even the darkest of the nights Becomes bright at the dawn of morning So we know that not all that good is fun And not all that fun is good We live in search of happiness But find pain, when all we have to truly do Is just let go

Get involved in manners Sweet dreams never shatter Because when broken pieces fall The complete a collage of gold

Back in a saddle Riding the horse of doom  Pretending my destination is all gloom I don't want to paddle I'm the master of self relocation Even if the goal is to go to the moon

You choose what dreams to see While you sleep And dreams are many  Dreams are plenty Dreams are deep Some are good Some are bad  Some are in-between Escape the heirloom Escape to see The world as is  Without me

Oh God,  If there is a way Please let it find me If there is a say Please let the right lips utter it If there is a chance  Please let my soul kindle that light And cherish it

The best of its kind I don't really mind But fighting is futile The limited mind Prescription of both The nature and the universe First to beat all other slow goes Now it is concrete  The alpha snail is the only male To get out of the pit And then die falling back into it

Deep sleep or light nap The dream is a dream The rest is crap I clap standing Like standing ovation To the life full of rest It is sufficient enough  To pass the conformity test