This NightIt's late Too late The thoughts are jumbled in my head Like lead They slowly move and poison My whole body I try to write, but things that rhyme Come out empty and full of senseless words I'm like a mime Too much emotion, no sound and too little time Those that make sense, however, Do so only to me And leave me wondering How can it be That no one understands Please look into my eyes And take my hands And tell me it be all right After this night After this peaceful, sleepy night I look into the window and I see myself. No, it's not me She looks the same But is not tamed Not yet She wants to fly and tell the world it's rules are lame And that all lives are just a game A single game Not me I want to sleep and in my dreams just drift Be carried by the wind ever so swift Away from this world, but it's too late I'm too entangled in love and hate It's closed, the gate To let my blood out, take my life, to open it again would be a sin Whatever game you're playing with your messed up life, I guess I'm in.Thus we ride into the darkThe clouds are seen in the sky But sunrise has yet to begin The night's still queen And all one sees are rays- The lonely lights of housing All around Dimmed by the everpresent black They're bound To shine on Those rays, pieces of water on the sidewalk, Reflecting streetlights in dismay They're all a part of yesterday Not letting go Until the sun takes over their petty world And thus we ride As the dark unfolds* * *Опять ......осталась в этом доме я Одна, весь мир снаружи остается Он смотрит мне в окна , Как-будь то смеётся А может и нет- Лишь осколки души, Переливаются мечтами На дне пропасти лет Они разбились об острые скалы Имя которыми любовь Они умирали Но разбивались вновь и вновь Как бабочки к свету А может и нету Ничего....НадеждыСтоят и спят пустые статуетки Иисуса, Вишны, Рамы, Кришны И падают горькие, мутные слезы Как с усталой ветки тяжёлые вишни
Empires and me
Empires rise, empires fall
On some the death rate takes its toll
And some rebellions befall
Some disappear - once and for all
Survivors stay, survivors gloat
They conquer fallen on horses, boats
They sink all ships, they launch their bombs
Survivors stay-
And they are strong
And I just glance through endless pages
Of people free or captive for ages
No feelings - it's just a slideshow
And all that's left in my soul is melted snow
Snow
They are snowflakes dropping on the ground,
And swirling, swirling in their free-fall
They come and go without a sound
And disappear - never to be seen at all
They cover what the humankind has done -
Our despairs, joys, adventures, deepest pains and sorrows...
And by the spring it'll all be gone.
Emotions leave with snow
Fresh grass will grow on their place tomorrow.
