Not accidentally soul incarnates in man,
Not by chance that we are born into what - what country,
Not by chance we meet in cities and destiny
Not by chance, and you did not believe me.
The prefix "not" - a psychological abstraction,
Positive thinking is at zero.
Waiting for a certain reaction, feel pleasure or pain ..
All this is just fiction, games programmed mind.
Type the password, calculates the formula, taking gold out of shit.
It has long been laughing eternal archaeologists over the left and right half-sleep
In an infinite selection every day the sun and the moon.

When I draw a portrait of the future ..
terrible pages of history
hidden light measurement.
A sunny spot mingled with blood ..
Because angels of death between us
Beauty does not know it on the planet experiences ..
evidence does not know because he was perfect ..
Looking for you every day,
Where drops of fire swallowed the soul ..
Angels look into the face of courage ..
What a beauty, love and celebration!
tree on his shoulders ..
he smiles between us ..

Not so long ago I had a question. Can a person with a low level of intelligence to be honest and kind?

Who told me about this cool new world?
Who told me that somewhere - something haunting my idol,
Just one last time.
It's an old closed wine.
We want to drink,
But do not open anyway.
And the lights went out, and the lights went out.
You know, every minute is considered.
You keep a sip of ancient wine.
It is not for us, it is not for us ...
Come when or whether other names
And drink all the wine up to the sky and down to the bottom.
Leave it to them you, leave.
They mad heroes and fools.
They are not children of scoundrels and fathers.
They water from nowhere.
They do not know the words of forgiveness and love.
You are about their happiness and grief no moth.
They are nothing ... ..
There was nothing ....
And the angel crying on a heap.
He asked the sky: "This is the heart do not take"
It is a long time, such as wine!
It was beating just for the sake of emptiness.
And there went out all the beautiful dreams.
And the lights went out, the lights went out.
He put minutes on screen account
A time knew the fate in

A time knew the fate in advance.
You do not be sad, you do not be sad.

what's the point in words?
Their lame and the meaning and form.
Inside public ashes,
In the throes of ecstasy.
There will probably God.
He is great in his love.
Remain in the bosom of the dawn.
And the melody of stars on hand,
In the bowl of a vicious sultry summer.
You and I - two glasses of different shapes.
You and I, as a mosaic of color.
But folded halves of glass,
Our Creator in heaven disappears.
Who are you, an angel and the devil can be ...
I do not know the fate intended.
I suffered your depth.
Bright and clear image.
You're like a white butterfly dreams
I dreamed that in some kind of life.
You neither soft nor angry, nor severe.
You're crazy, stubborn and capricious.
But caught you on purpose.
Hooked false gestures and opinions.
I'm your black dream
But in my heart I have only shadows.
I'm no angel, but do you think,
That go in a shell of light.
I love you forever steal
At the end of the cycle of summer.

Night road
City lights.
We pulled into the darkness,
The road of dreams.
And speed Waltz leaves only smoke.
We listen in silence rustling tires.
This is so weird ..
You're talking about love eyes
But words are not needed.
We are in the stream of desires.
In the distant unlocks the secrets of the soul.
Whisper quiet - you do not rush to Dawn.
How many roads you drive around ready?
Wind predicts the way of dreams.
The stars above us and the moon is shining.
Knows all about happiness more it.
Many tunes in its depth.
hurtling road
In the silver dream.

When - that, long ago, killing all people.
And the world remained their old dolls.
Raise crystal forever silence
Eyes were opened endless fear.
Doll praised the great God.
Who killed all the people for no reason.
But alive, were trees and rocks,
They remember about the life of the children tired.
Tired of life,
And God gave fatigue forgive these frail people.
He overthrew their huge bonfire out of the cave.
What is a generic curse shower.
Flower blossomed, filled with poison.
Earth drank the deadly drink.
And built a puppet doll castle.
And the loud beat of their heart is empty.
They opened all the great land,
That were closed by their man.
Cynically laughed at the ghost of life
Insane, jerky puppet laugh.
God looked at the empty eyes.
After all knew he was their creator and savior.
But it was not in the heart of love and sorrow.
They yanked time for the thin filaments.
Lived in this realm, one queen,
Who knew a lot about dolls.
She rose from the ashes of the old.
And the song sung nameless land.
She d

Lived in this realm, one queen,
Who knew a lot about dolls.
She rose from the ashes of the old.
And the song sung nameless land.
She did not hear the wild doll
Their cries were worn under the dome
Constructed wind forgotten churches.
Their heart is not aware of a century of sorrow.
Soul is woven from the cold sheets.
Always indifferent, blind and "immortal"
Heavenly Paradise them down to the ground.
Heavenly happiness for the eyes imperceptibly.
But dolls die.
Their thoughts spew destruction,
when read by the true God will.
God that lives in our marvelous minds.
As faith in the dream, loneliness, fear.
But he who is a universe,
And erase it in not dispel the dust.

I can not judge things, discuss face and words ...
To be a clown in this circus could not.
I was .. I just had! Can not I just be?
without unnecessary gestures, distortion of mind and heart
meaning what to believe? when the soul is not breathing.
When I'm in the strange thoughts of others - Mirror
See what your face, sincere smiles and outdoor shower
And the moon in me got married to the sun last breath of God.

Soul released in the dark
Illusions of pearls.
Shrouded world of alluring fragrance.
And lots of laughter forest accords
In the first gate.
Jupiter shone orbit,
Pouring into the skull of the world ocean.
And rattled chariot spokes
Breaking the time trap.
Feed stuck in ice ages.
Blanketed snowy shroud.
Open ocean river.
The flight path of the fire of the sun.
Lazily death buried
In the gold drifts.
Grabs the legs of running cranks.
Void heaven laughs from the grave.
Sweeping away the existence of the soul with the ages.