794
by
< Inguri
You can play by playing and what you do not want - so why not slap one night
hateful door
earthly hopes leaving in the temple of their ignorant
and on an old sail boat
to the distant horizons of their loneliness.
why not throw your favorite habit of lying?
why not become
be what you never could be,
and not take just beyond the wildest dreams? ..
why not - but it is worth considering the fact,
that the one who makes the choice - you can not choose ...
without dropping anything
height eternity divides itself in the second,
so that they themselves do not count.
I'll read the answer in your eyes
after a moment or an hour,
maybe five years, or forever - no matter,
ignorance is replaced by knowledge so fleeting,
that there are no motives to wait.
"Death" and "birth" conditionally named
Letters written on a non-existent water,
over the abyss, the spirit, in the darkness.
I'm not looking, I do not laugh and not cry, asking "where are you" - I know you
. I see your reflection:
"I", "you", "them" - of thirty-three letters
pauses, commas and accents
are invisible parallel worlds
and so tangible hell.
they think you love them paint,
they famously sin
and pray to the Almighty - and you hang them on the cross,
oblivion. There is nothing superfluous
ignorance visibly
questioned
meaningful all on target - and equally by
You can play by playing and what you do not want - so why not slap one night
hateful door
earthly hopes leaving in the temple of their ignorant
and on an old sail boat
to the distant horizons of their loneliness.
why not throw your favorite habit of lying?
why not become
be what you never could be,
and not take just beyond the wildest dreams? ..
why not - but it is worth considering the fact,
that the one who makes the choice - you can not choose ...
without dropping anything
height eternity divides itself in the second,
so that they themselves do not count.
I'll read the answer in your eyes
after a moment or an hour,
maybe five years, or forever - no matter,
ignorance is replaced by knowledge so fleeting,
that there are no motives to wait.
"Death" and "birth" conditionally named
Letters written on a non-existent water,
over the abyss, the spirit, in the darkness.
I'm not looking, I do not laugh and not cry, asking "where are you" - I know you
. I see your reflection:
"I", "you", "them" - of thirty-three letters
pauses, commas and accents
are invisible parallel worlds
and so tangible hell.
they think you love them paint,
they famously sin
and pray to the Almighty - and you hang them on the cross,
oblivion. There is nothing superfluous
ignorance visibly
questioned
meaningful all on target - and equally by