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Man, Who Wrote His Inner Story

Who remembers subway token, 
Nickel, penny, silver dollar
Man who wrote his inuner story
Was he stranger to the glory?

Moonlight dust and darkness blurry
Lipstick lost its cherry color
Love transformed into tradition
Havoc mirrors intuition.
  
Acts of God correct translation
Means the end to Man adventure
Covid 19 - earthquake horror
Did we spend the time we borrowed?

Rap - stupidity atonements
Blood in movies, rivers, oceans 
Faceless global politicians
Brave new order and ambitions.

Hitler, Lenin, “Che” Guevara
Souls are dead, screams in Nirvana
Lovely breakfast in Savannah
Times are eaten by Giraffe.
  
Fossils feed the intuition 
Vicious lies in schools by teachers
Wearing condom on banana 
Mimic intercourse for children.

Activists are all united
Feminists scream in excitement 
By the laws they introducing
Common trend of current season.

No one is asking questions
No one is giving answers
No one is charged with treason
No one escapes from prison.

Who requires subway token, 
Nickel, penny, silver dollar?
Man forgot his inner story
He prefers the slang of color. 

4.2013 - 3.2020

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Jerusalem

Would you like to plant a tree
In Jerusalem
Will they finally agree
On Jerusalem
Will the loners listen psalms 
From Jerusalem
Will the rockets miss the walls
Of Jerusalem
Will the sun shine in the sky
Above Jerusalem
Will the stones tell real truth
About Jerusalem 
Will the wisdom be engraved 
By Jerusalem
Will the souls return in time
To Jerusalem
Will you ever plant a tree
In Jerusalem?

4/26/2013

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Somewhere In the Middle of a Desert

In the bleached whitish sky
I am flying on a bellied pelican,
contemplating from above
a pastoral landscape
and I’m writing these lines.

Below are small people
on the slopes of a small hill
in the small groves
are making small love.
Unaware of the big people,
who are making a huge love
in the big groves
on the slopes of a tall mountain.

In the distance, you can see smeared cypresses
and Lebanese cedars, 
and scrolls - Psalms of David.
They may heal diseases, twigs,
and rat bites.
And the rearrangement of the mysterious letters in the Kabbalistic text,
which are secrets of my secret.

The sweet pink pulp of fresh figs
in purple and burgundy colors
comfortably resting on a platter with a scorpion seal.

Shulamith,
the hot stones of the Judean desert are under your feet,
on the way to the Temple, which is washed with expensive blood or a cheap one.
(choose as you wish...).
Could I find you in the torn apart Petrograd?

Forgetting myself,
I am weaving fate from a rope of lasso.
How beautiful you are, Fata Morgana.
I'm hiding in a blue papyrus,
plunging forever into Nirvana,
for the next hour and a half ...

9.2019. NYC

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Mulberry Trees

It has happened years ago.
Maybe yesterday’s  tomorrow.
It was long forgotten time.
As a convict on furlough, 
I felt innocent of crime.

Childish memories uproar, 
Kiss I answered to try.
I was very stupid there.
I was permanently shy.

Blackish blue or white in color
sweetest fruit I ever ate.
Stains on town streets in summer. 
Trace of incidental deaths.

I was yearning for the glory, 
galloping through stormy days, 
fighting legends in the stories, 
finding something to embrace.

Skies above and dreamy clouds.
How beautiful was night...
And I do remember sound
of my lost forever chance.

Yes, I tried to put together
splendid lace of easy words
English poets were treasure.
I adored the eyes of yours....

As a measure of forgiveness, 
near me in phantom space
peacock feathers flew around, 
wedding ceremony grace.

It was night when stars fell down
into ocean that was brown
I was looking at your face.
I adored your eyes for years.

And I still remember morning, 
sun was awful and grey.
I made sandwich, cup of coffee
and without any worries
boarded long awaited train.

Mulberry Trees, you’re to stay.


4/2018

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Please Accept My Wedding Ring

No one will change my world,
No soldiers shooting squad,
No priest in prison ward,
No gloom and shadow words,
No angels, no God.

And when City shuts its lights,
I will chaise you in the dark
And with help of dreamer’s thoughts
I will fix the deepest cracks.

With the blossom of the tree,
With the gossip of the sea
At the dawn on the beach
I will touch you as a wave
touches innocence of sand.

As the Christ’ excuse of whore,
With a bigotry in soul,
Emanation of your scent
I engrave with cosmic rays
On the billboard in my brain.

I will die without you.
I will cry to be with you.
I will cheat to see your smile.
I will steal and sell, and try…

I will worship, work and win.
Call for stars to be my team.
I will offer you a screen,
Clouds bandage whitest sin
on the mountain’s green rim.

When the City turns on lights
I will find you at my site,
And with freshness of the rain
I will wash the dirty stains
from my past and future deeds
and the scrap of lie and shame.

People’s smiles will fill the sky
And because I saved your love
No one will change my world
No angels, no God, no Servant, no King!

In the middle-of-the-road
Please accept my wedding ring.


  
3.2012  New York.

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Pig S Love

Cheat and love and lie and run
Philosophical incline
Who will win and who will try
Broken promises supply.

Roses, Moses, Richelieu
Rothschild, Laurence Olivier
Who accept and who decline
Leave and stay or laugh and die.

Father Pig upholds the law
Mother Piggy makes coleslaw
Children piglets fight and fly
We will eat them, do not cry.

“Do you love her?”  - asked my friend
He discovered shame of bread   
“Yes I loved her” - answer was
It is truth, but sounds gross.

Positano, Rome, Beirut
Christ, Antichrist, blood, absurd
Holly cow, sacred grass
Sodom, Gomorra, Montparnasse

Nouns on right and verbs on left
In the middle naked sense
Was Pig’s love to Piggy strong 
When he heard his butcher song?

Did Pig’s butcher sing that song?

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I Wish You

I wish you an eternal happiness
An internal peace 
An external wisdom
And all roses of the gardens
I put at your feet

And all melodies of the mountains
I bring to your ears
And I paint for your eyes
Salt colors of high seas
And I embalm your body
In freshness of green apples
And I touch your lips
With nocturnal lipstick
And I fill your senses
With the sweetness of the past
And the bitterness of the future
Both are reminiscent of the spicy wine
We drank in the days
When our love was young
Then I offered you a gift:
Never ending Today
And my Song of Songs
Please accept it now.


4/2013

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I Say Goodbye To You and Your Beauty

I say goodbye to you 
and to your beauty.
I lost your scent
and I forgot my essence.

You are my sin and my repentance,
my orchards,  fruits and olives.
I'm in heaven next to you.
I’m dissolving my desires.
Please, do not cry...

And yes, I say goodbye.
Goodbye to your eternal beauty
and to the whisper in the sky,
that has a short life,
like a summer fly.

I'll be waiting for you.
I will caress your shadow,
like a tropical breeze
caresses palm trees and 
the grass in a meadow.  


11.2019