The Empty Bucket is Too Loud I spent the day with no oneBut you were all sitting there and smileI felt like I was between this present timeAnd the past when we were all dinking and shineBut a past the never happened I felt like it was some kind of a new pastIs it a... Lire la Suite →

Pity Life Disruption makes the flowAnd discontinuity has stolen any reasonTime is cut and my life has no streamIt is impossible to goFrom point A to point BAnd still I need the rhythmAnd still I need the streamI can’t achieve to be the cheapest characterWriting a poem is nothingOr maybe it is not a poemAs... Lire la Suite →

Suite Like a murder of glass charactersTilting their bones and smiling with no lipsThey say the world is dead empty and that people are not livingThey laugh a lot when one of them proposes to call for wakeAnd the wine is pouring out of the black stones glasses they have in mindThey started playing the... Lire la Suite →

The Last Ticket To Drop  Read in the dive of a new contestThis party game is almost doneBut you still have to play the restUntil unforgotten the yellow mood is gone Unfortunate is the kind of looserThat drops in the well of a sleeping chanceThe scratch ticket he bought Nobody knows what kind of mistake you... Lire la Suite →

She’s Not Living Down There She’s not living down thereShe has a heart like a treeIt pumps up her blood through meShe blows the sky in thin air No she’s not living down thereI wanna tell about herThe crazy story she told meHow she was burned into flames In a barn full of dairy anger Under the... Lire la Suite →