Gruesome melodies

POETRY OF SULKEN DAYS

To the gardens of Love,
We dwell beside the snow-white shoulders of sylphs
Beside the white wings of fallen fairies
At the midnight dreams we must find –
Ourselves and rejoice with the lightsome feet above the vivid faces of clouds
These are the danses of silence, that has been attained
In the insipidly shivering mornings of dawn...

Conscinoussnes,
Which is the castle of infinite insomnia,
I planted the seedling of silence
Gruesome and eerie as a twilight’s
Jeering smaile,
Unchaste and cryptic
As a persihing hawl of night

Pale shadows of memories dipped in the purple
Seeded castle of silence
Glances like a human at the heavily breathing field of fog
In the advent of the morning
It’s dreams burns in the tranquillity of the grey sky

I sipped the breath with my lips
From the white mouth of silence
I need to clench it’s dump throat
And run from myself
Fearing my own fier
Where shadows dissolve, mind laughs
Of me who wants to constrain the silence

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In the fields of lust
White sylphs of conscinoussnes
Whiffle and whirl
At the unchaste feast of night
I lift their whirlling figures towards the heaven
And they melt with stars like made of flesh of sky
They shelter in the cells of blooming senses
Where dwell my dreams about the unreal sea of the universs
That smites it’s waves across the ciff of infinity



Oh, my tender syphs are crwaling
- Invisible snakes in the white tunnels of desire –

I am a torpid statue
With the eyes of crystal;
And the heart of marble
Silent death is dancing around me
Like a virgin in a shining dress
And waiting while on my lips
I will receive the kiss of Snake

***

The bird of eternity
Is curling it’s runny wings
Along the fortress of illusion
The empty wreck of the vessel
Arise above this dim sky
Where your face is looming

We journeyed into the sea of life...

With the vessel we conjured
To the sea of death
That would bring us
To the other shore of silence
But we burnt our souls
In the storms of vehemence
They arised over the skyline
Abandoning the unchaste feast of flesh
The ship of the wind drawned
And we immersed in the srtream of passion
On the lap of the dead sea
Hurricane smashed us in the cliffs of pleasure
Dreams evaporated from flesh
Like pale fumes and tooked the forms of silence
Our souls wached how the blooming figures of dreams parted away
And flew into the sky to the home of eternity
We remained stiff in the sleep of millennium
Hewed against the bloody cliff,
Above which the eternal night has spread...





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Wounded silence meows
To suck into it’s subtle flesh
And flow together with the glaring visions
In the white death of eternity
And to shake hands with my own obssesion
Is the image of foible reality

***

Fluttered stream
Is the white path of the life
That stings the lucid trait of peace
And lulls to sleep shadow-surrounded girls
Into the songs of midnight clawns

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Life is the first touch of death
Gushing river’s race towards the ocean
Existence’s swing on the feeble thrust of life

Guide me form the shore to shore
Where the souls are full of phantoms
And blood vibrates in the wiry breast
I rave with the evil face of time
And await while the exsistence stabs existence

Your white face merges into the humid cheek of the sun, embraced with the prickly graon you are leaning towards the sun that has not blossomed yet, that has not balled the vivid shores of infitinity yet, but you are leaning already into the white lap of death... Death fascinates those, who are jaded by exixtence.
But it opens the door to the white vastness of light.

I am older then my death
Neither the life has given birth to me yet
Nor the world has experienced me yet
I am the only wave lifted by the kiss of time
To shade in the visions rested in the silence

Dance like a ragged virgin
in the groaning river of silence
Crushed by the billowing waves
I am a groaning lover in the ferocious night,
where damp and and dusk have cut my skin
where night and light are whirlling round me
But you are the sky that has been burnt out
from gazing at the sea far too long
I collapse from the reflection in my face
Because I have seen how the sea kissed the sky
And in the bumping nudness of thy love
My life unites with your death

***

The white prince of dawn rises his torches of silence
And sailes into the shores of my dreams
He captures these shadows that sleeps on the island of love

***
Burning shores of daylight
Shady arms of twilight
Captures the blind childrean of vision
And death lifts them up
In the srong arms of hers
And brings them to the eternity
Which apperas as a sandy shore
In the white dune of your consciousness

***
We dance in the foggy sheet of morning dusk
And your crimson-dipped face
Meets the buzzing shade of spring

***

I infect my soul with this poison,
Which is poetry and confession
To you, my dearest fellows,
Who are damned to be thyself
And not to dally with the moony flowers
Not to sleep in nights coloured by the eyes of light
Not to kiss this mellow fruit of silence
Which only is given to us by these nights
Where our dreams seek explosure into the beastly heaven
And this confession is
that I revenge my obssesion with the visions of white night
And dapple my stature with the phantoms of imagination




***

To the dark night
That I do not own yet
The visons of blind
And songs of deaf
White bells of sleepless
Crumbles like a ripping cliff
From the white water of the sea


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You chain me in a jangling fetters
Like a foaming dog of devil
So I couldn’t move from anguish-promising dreams
That dwelled in the shade from the first gasp of light
I dance in my inner prairies of silence
And burn myself from the inner pulse of the light
Like a frenzied child without a mother’s tempting kiss
To free me from my oblivion and the
Imposing vastness of my own
And fading rivers of my senses
I am the substance of silence,
The night has stabbed my limbs with it’s sharp weapon
And the day has smeared my cheeks with bloody kisses !