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Tensie
04:41
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A wooden scrunch across self-colored,
Step by step, I’m losing the balance.
How to quiet the screams of the past?
“Find the weald and drop to the grass”.
Fight with the tears? So tired of sparing myself!
“Come on! Slip off these loads on to the shelf!”
The ground beckons - fall and relax,
I can understand it, so inner reflects.
Wind! Oh, you, the Wind! Flow and blow!
"End in the whole, all of this sorrow!".
And I will be followed by a tree soul,
To a transfinite knowing of this world.
One day,
over the miles of woe,
under the snow,
a flower will grow.
And though,
I’m not your eldest son,
should know,
you wouldn't ever find someone
to be so closer below.
You were in yours.
And this was right - insisted hard.
You made my mind sharply swirled,
and my regard was in the mass
of trying the insight.
The snow melts. The flower dies.
One day the grief will be revised.
I hope, you'll feel how love would rouse,
The whole essence of your rise.
I wish one day you’ll hear the inner sense.
When will be striking the suspense,
The flowers of your soul
will spring through the defense
and set up turning so intense.
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Dormition
04:40
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I died before your birth, we have never met, but is it really so, maybe you are me, and I am you? Aren't we are the parts of one whole? I remember being born alone. Where was your mind at that moment? Has it already penetrated into me? I went through so much torment and self-torture, through the shroud of endless suffering, before I realized that you are beside. My words resonate in your heart, and you should believe, you don’t need any evidence, I know for sure that your voice will always find me. The era has passed. Is it possible? But my feelings are still alive. May be these tears now, because I'm standing right behind you? And in this moment I am alive and dead at the same time.
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Blooming of life
05:20
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When the season turns its warm,
The sky is climbing deep inside.
It's feeding long and spilling on,
Eternal light makes feel alive.
Becoming strong, becoming wight,
The song of spring bestowing poise.
I feel the sun arises in the heart,
When woodnote captures all the noise.
And growing high, the grass will hide
The foul wounds of the Earth.
The living shows us the upside,
And teach to see the real worth.
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Elusive muse
03:32
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Last time, the time is going very fast, what's that?
I'm like the wind in the coldest day, too air-head.
I'm often feeling nothing, sometimes the love is gone,
And staying opposite the window, i dream to be the sun.
So warm to be in every frozen moment of this harassed Earth,
To swim in lake, who, turning to the ice alone, prefers.
To be inflamed that in the raw could climb the highest tops,
And whirling through the stars, to light small Universe.
To be the God itself, to be alive as dead and finally to fuse,
Remaining just in sound, by river of the mind, elusive muse.
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Yours in you
02:11
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I’m your brother, I’m your son
I’m your future till the end in your heart
I’m your sister and the first love
I’m your other side and the start
I’m your jacket, which covers your skin
I’m your feeling that you can feel
I’m your breath, strongly feeding with life
I’m the dope in your blood all the time
I’m your fingers, can touch all I want
I’m your pressure under the rot
I’m the stricken in a long throe
I’m your death, the final blow.
It’s like someone an ideal inside your own, who is always near and can be everybody for you, who can understand. Lots of people spend all their lives just trying to find someone like a friend, a pair, beloved one, somebody to share the life, than bear children in despair, in order of getting and giving the love. They are looking for their side, which seems to be lost. But the human is complete. And there is everything inside him: the strength, the energy, the knowing and the love – all is inside. Sometimes it’s hidden by very deep, but exists all the same. In everybody. And it will be with you till the end, it will never betray, understand all, share all, every grain of the life, till the last sigh, nobody is alone.
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8. |
W
03:50
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kageraw Zhukovsky, Russia
something is going
from my hands...
without any control.
i don't see the ivories,
only some
light
on them.
can't explain,
can't remember.
one moment
of being outside.
the moment
of awakening.
the first
consuming sense.
the whirlpool
of sounds,
which are hitting me
all the time.
and this
is also not enough,
when moving forward.
... more
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