i was for long time looking at green treescalm filled my soulthere are still no big and cohesive thoughtssame kinds of lumps, bits and tailsnow earthly desire flares upnow a hand stretches to entertaining bookthen suddenly i clutch...

man is picking up his scythei am gonna ask of him:what you're doing in the pines?i am gonna cut the weedsthe hay maker's telling meclosing down his right eyeand a lamp under his lidsgoes out at that timewhy not take off hat...

each tuesday right above the roadempty hot air balloon would floatit glided quietly in the airsomeone was smoking pipes in therehe looked at gardens, parks and squareshe looked so calmly til the weds and wednesday, as lights would...

im genius of flaming wordsim master of the thoughts of freedomim king of pointless sceneriesim God of heights that disappearim master of the thoughts of freedomim stream of bright and shiny joywhen i cast gaze into a crowdt...

Tearing jet of memory,you stare around, crushing face with prideCasimir your name. You watch as the sun of your salvation fadesFrom beauty supposedly are shredded mounts of your landNo space to support your stature.Give me your eye...

one girl's heroes have always been cowboys. another girl's heroes have always KILLED cowboys. then, there's a girl whose heroes always were always cowboys that killed other cowboys. yet another one's heroes are cowboys that always killed cowboys that kill...

for the thunderous virtues of upcoming age,for the noble tribe of human kindi have lost my goblet at fathers' great bashand my happiness, honor and pridewolfhound age is dashing onto my back-but i ain't a wolf by bloodbetter stuff me i...

The Sun is setting, mounts get darkerbird quiets down, field's getting numberpeople are happy to get their rest timewhile i look at this, and with my heart flyto a little dark garden in that dear realm of mine flying in my thoughts, to...

crazy, mad, rabid maze! what are you: death? or a healing hand?take me, take me to him in haste: for i wish to see that man!who are you? who? you're a stranger to us! what are you seeking in our host?why are your eyes, like two chained mut...

Spake Phaol: "We sin and do good blindly. Some solicitor rode a bike and suddenly, passing by Kazan cathedral, disappeared. Did he know what was his destiny: to do good or evil? Or take such case: some artist bought a furcoat, and supposedly did good...