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Irannon
20:13 Oct 24 2011
Times Read: 735






Irannon



- the calling -







Come closer people

This is a tale of Old

No man can understand

Unless with open'd soul



It was eternity

And was a place

Of sublime sounds

And golden air



Among the clouds

Where no-one reached

Unless the sufference

Wings breached



Joy and bliss

Was the sign

Love was the bound

Of gods jumping round



But helped by stones

The man deceived

The golden harfs

And silver corn



The people run

From all that`s Old

Forgot the stand

And loose the soul



And hidden is

And hidden stays

Among the moors

Of misty hays



The dance of gods

The song in maze

Of shivers cold

And mad parades



And hidden is

And hidden stays

Cover'd by shadows

Of shallow caves



No joy and bliss

No holy sign

The love is bound

Outside the round



Come closer people

Hear this tale of old

No man can understand

Unless he opens soul

garden in the morning
19:58 Oct 24 2011
Times Read: 737

I can not find

a name

for any of my flowers in the garden



the small salted

dewdrops

melt the flesh I`m drowning in

leaving me

only with the evanescence



the waiting drives myself

back in my little cell

minuscule humble hut



I stuff my shining butter-flies in their

shadow

until the day when this sun will not

come back

again

feather - shoulder
19:47 Oct 24 2011
Times Read: 739

a stone like a way`s edge

naked on the inside

immobile jot of a wing

I can write on with my breath

using ancestor`s runes

the only bird that flies but in the mind

and of which all things collide

from their incessant run

then stopping

listening

and seeing

and smelling me

and tasting themselves

so they could run

again, necking themselves

incessantly until

they'll stumble upon

the anti-verb

To Day
11:19 Oct 10 2011
Times Read: 747




for AlinA









we celebrate the red, the white, the blue

the single hall that we`ve been through

all dress`d like weather that awaits for you

in nuances of red, of white, or blue



on roads of blood that kissed the living foe

we dressed in blue, in blue, again in blue

since every white spot that I shield in you

they could n`t turn it red, but only blue



today the winds that blows me through

towards a west land that`s not even new

still want to have us, but all that I do

is graft your red and yellow dusk

with tress of blue