shadows do create landscape wall behind window, I am not getting that kiss what I wanted even though he knew I need -touch

this bed is useless 


 lacking loving whisper 

this empty bed makes me want more 

what I am not getting -here

he left me alone

even though he knew I was afraid 

and my loneliness 

can kill

my weakness made him feeling stronger -so sure about himself

I am ready to leave him

I need to find my own kisses, so that was the last kiss I wanted, what I did ask

and forever those shadows will stay -  I wonder what is behind those walls 

I know what I get here 

I get here kiss less time

I need kisses to my life 

please find me world voyager kiss me more time

it is nice to look what kind of landscape wall shadows do create behind the window when you are here with me 

spending more kiss time

take this moment away 

this weakness do not carry me - it breaks my back 

I am not getting closer to heaven, not this way, never want that second back 

give your mercy to someone else who did love you more gave you better love 

than I am

take that last touch away very first time and then moment will come to an end 

never waited moment

 I do not want that second back

last touch relief on the way 

do you know when

I am gone

it is my sorrow now who lives there where nobody goes

I did let the dream 

to go

I felt the trace of light above 

never ending bad dream ended 

sorrow did whisper to me - here is only hollow ends 

but sorrow you did choose your choice

white sorrow lie your world - lie

I did not knew

what a word around love means

since I had not met you yet and though you might visited me in my dream and my lonely mornings 

I had the impression that someone is missing, I do know you from somewhere 

but you act like you have been lost all your time

or not to decided to come to me yet even I have been good 

just waiting for you to come

I would have been the most beloved 

but I am tired waiting even for you 

and he knows it but he don't longer knows how to touch the skin like it would be the first time, after what he has done 

and he no longer know whether it was so sure to be in love 

so sure about a feeling

if I would be an earth, I would be jealous to the sky

if I would be a darkness I would be afraid when I see the light

if I would be a light, I would be without limits

if I would be a word I would imagine other words that I would not be the only one

if I would be you I would not know how my love touch

leaf wont say a word 

is leaving like a wind from the tree branches

your life is like a leafs life on the tree 

you want to be that one who is fighting against wind

you want to be that one who is not loosing its touch 

even though it happens eventually

the one that is born dies sometimes 

and we are silent because we know our part

nobody hears when silence is falling

travel time such is immeasurable

even the last leaf on the tree will fall

it fears it 

how could I come back to be like I used to be when I was in the tree

I am not the wind on the tree branches or colorful bird

how could I be nothing that I never was 

reject me wind when I loose my touch

word create chaos mayhem madness

lay your word, take a word away

are you my enemy

word lift the air under my feet under my soul is my sorrow a word away is my depression

trust against me -alliance

can be expelled without extradition but I never do run away, it is not my thing even giving up in front of word is hard

word is always there 

it is ruthless unkind complete indistinct and ambiguous, empty

I have done nothing to it but word decided to hate me, still

your followers, your kind

I am together -imperishable silence I am playful as wind you should be childlike sometimes be timeless do you believe being silent unruly momentary fierce uncharted and gray and fury

be detached, be silent

be mine kind

break definitions remove word 

you do not know what silence means, silence is life life changes direction sometimes it is young forever without being young grow old never die, life, give a word away 

life came without expecting is possibility a word of my own even in the beginning there was only a word around

a nightmare night is my night, the night of the traveler is endless I do not want to find your word

it is so silent

how could I find it

it is my missing part

you can open locked door without decent key 

but do you know where your enemy sleeps

do you know what happens when you are blaming the one who is innocent

you are making yourself visible by you

and everybody sees that

it was you in the end

and that is a fight what you are fighting for with your own words reflections  

you are afraid of your nightmares, you do not want to see dreams

but you do, you are so afraid of them

there is that feeling when you touch, you intrude and nothing is after that enough but still you do not know, was it enough

you think, was I more then one stolen touch

even you are a strong man 

and you have lot of blessings -you should be patient and await

you are loosing your touch, one dream just away you lost it just being impatient

you should wait

you should, touch

your dream is living in silence and she has nothing to loose

deep seclusion waits her words

but she do not know where they are

she is used to be alone and she feels the blessing

voices fell her hand

they became a word of her own

 they are emptiness and silence

she is a traveler of the night

and she walks alone, only a word on her shelter 

father blesses the one who walks alone 

waves on the beach have been stripped off

they have been beaten down to the ground

sea did cover their shame

and nobody knows who gave up

waves consent was wrong they were wrong, sea did arrived to other world

waves do not need remorse they are not worth it

what went wrong where there dispute

yeah there were

there were words and on wall those words were thrown

you began to break the boundaries 

even those boundaries are not written on maps

our words went broken those words were thrown on to wall

the wall was there all the time

I could not see that, when I had the time to leave when I wanted

you say go back you can leave even that wall was there all the time even though you wanted me to stay like this like forever -it was your insight, no matter what the cost were 

but you do not know how it feels to be lost

 you have not been lost for ever, not yet, so you really do not know I am going to leave 

I am not afraid being the lost one I know what those words mean

 I am familiar to my loneliness, it was there with you, all the time

 it is only true love what I got

I do not wait you, to come - I have here all the love I need, it is my lost one

the light do not want to get over the night even the night light will remain hidden inside the night 

beyond the night becomes the late night shadow

behind there, the light is hiding in the night 

the light is waiting morning  it can not arrive before morning is silent  secure

then sounds are weak 

you hear the sound when you are not hearing nothing

silence should not be there, not to touch you, but it always do

when the silence is touching you sounds can go through your skin, you feel the irony

you can not hear the words you did throw  

you can not hear how they did get broken 

because silence is there

and you almost forget your words

stay here  borrowed light, what moon is stealing from the sun 

no one can see your source

at that stage where whispers do not help when you are walking in darkness

so do not fall apart light because if you are falling apart, no one can save these whispers

nobody knows

nobody waits

If they fall apart

when I am turning my picture is denied


I can not win this game of trust

I can only go astray

The roads of the traveler are endless

now get lost on your maps words languages

this land has seen everything

this country has experienced everything

I've seen you here a thousand times before

you can not desappear impenetrable forest

you can not lose your own will

you run away from it

your grave is still unopened

so you can not get lost there

words whispers

take me

blow me away

I have forgotten how things were

so how could I know how they should be

be silent like others

now words are gathering power

be silent don't let them see you

without your part

be a part without, be a part of the whole

below strength

I have none

I would like to gain strength

words helps me forget those useless words that does not give me free road

they were obstacle on my road

and I did forget them

I did try to collect force

even though I can not fight

I can only hide, I have to be silent

but sometimes words do awake

your will has not died yet on the bottom of the sea

I'll get you out there

even you fall in the deepness

they did take you, in there

you will not stay on the road

you fall again

you love to fall

but it does not change anything, you have to go back

you have to find your words, maps, languages and curses

I have not fallen

I did leap of the fence

I am on my knees

I can not help you

I am not going to chance my ways

to change or loose my will change I will not

I did not want to loose you, though you left

it was your choice



do not stay beside me

forget a word

you did thrown your words on the wall

now you do not have nothing to say

do not fetch your word

I do not want you back never agree this, no - it should not have been said

but I said it - it is only way to get away, immediately

passing by, it is easy, if you are been left

and that happens sometimes in life

life breaks you and your life

and I've been in it as It has been good

life did good job on me when I learned to take rejection

it does not matter any more

the days were missed when it did not matter

under the paths where nobody goes definitions are not spoken no matter only silence empties mind

here quietly shut up do not remember these words

I'm sitting on the stairs in the north paths, sit beside me

does it matter, not to say, travel quietly

nothing is to be said

sorrow does that

is following me all the time grief knows where the sorrow goes

grief is fingertips touch on the shattered surface

heading up north on the roads where is no words

feeling no remorse, and not knowing what to do or where to go

goodbye, find your railing, sorrow

walk there where no one is walking

go around

go around

time is hollow

silence includes all the needed words

nobody knows where you have gone, they do not who you are

and I have seen who I am a second away from destruction

soldiers words

I will go and when I go

nothing is enough

they want me to fall

and then I am the lost on

I fall apart like a wind will fall apart from storms

darkness does not exist without light

if the light does not arrive

darkness can not be so wide

I travel and travel without direction

It is me who is between winds

I am on

a wave among waves

I am little ocean

and that is fine I will go

among them and when I go

words are leaving to my love

missing in action

they are always soldiers last words

side to side

remove the annoying nuances

my skin story

word is a brush, I'm the color

you are a pain in your colorless dreams

follow the shades with the brushes, make the melodies in words

I begged to give me all the colors

they are my skin story

have you your touch, touch it

do my colors

lose your skin surface be the color of your world of your imagination

am I under your skin

still you do not allow color dreams only a black and white world

even I am dreaming to your life, a bit of color

what I said

paint you

you painted me

paint what I say paint what I hear

I painted

I anticipate touch, I am wondered about the colors, their shades

I'm not what I said I'm not gray

why you paint me the paint you have chosen

make the shades with the brushes, make the melodies in words

my colors are the world

I want to lose your skin surface below color

I only have your world of your imagination

I still do not know why you do not allow color dreams you are in love in a black and white world

be the color that brightness my life be light district

somewhere in the darkness

light is breaking limits without seeing them

light is a blind but darkness sees the light

wants to know what it feels to be in light

darkness does not disintegrate

light do not arrive

do choose the colors

comes as autumn, comes when leaves fall

rain fell, is taking me with him somewhere I don't wanna go

he is making roof to sing it's song rhythm cadence

rain drops on the window and the cheeks are the same, he is one for me and I am the one who never cares, dares to say no

was I worth a while and thought were never near, touches, uninvited guest sweet Demise

ingenuous woman took your gaze, you gave her white snow and she forgot your name

but she know's your face and you can not put your spell on her and that makes you urge her more, you have your tricks, cards and black beauty though, and you are ready to go

waiting for a word

new opportunity

and you liar tell your black beauty that your love to her never dies

and sweet Demise is inside her thighs

she loves her Ore, and tells to him, so, as long you are my Ore I am yours

as long you have your Ore, she is yours even belt around her neck

she lets everybody sleep with her, she breaks your back just saying I love your Ore, too

me too, me too, give me love Ore, give me more

she knows what a word mean

what is yes

what is no

you are appreciated man and you have your Ore and she loves them too

but do you know what a word mean, and sometimes you have to let go

this other woman of yours feels the memories, they are coming back

so enjoy your time

when she is not taking her time back

be aware the man, who everybody appreciates

everybody is silent where he goes

but he did fall in love against his will, and he shouldn't have fallen

even his size were not helping him, this greatest man had fallen, and nobody has seen that kind of thing at these corners

and his size were not helping him, because this other women, let's call her white beauty, loves his size, and that everybody is afraid of him

and because of that, his Ore does not mean nothing, not even to him

and he is in love

but has no choice, this other woman do not care his Ore

and he can not make the choices

and now he feels the love, but he has his Ore and black beauty too

and white beauty dislike the fact she got Ore's white snow, without saying a word

was it act of love, who made a choice

self love and self choice

freedom to make a choice was gone

white beauty do not care for you Ore and your choice

and now you do not have a choice

she do not let you come near her, she remembers the touch of white snow

there was little more than intended

she forgot your name

it was not intended, now she knows your name

and now she want's to forget your face

and she thinks you have to love your black beauty little more, as long you have your black beauty though

and Ore tries to love her black beauty though

she is hooked relief, and sure choice

Ore loves not his black beauty any more, spell has gone, but he can not make the choices anymore

so he loves this other women, but this other women does not want his Ore, and she knows were they came from

she knows who is behind the name

sometimes you have to love the man, and because she loves the man, she let's his man go

she knows she can not survive without Ore

and Ore has to be Ore

he has no choice

she knows he can not live without his Ore

but because that fact, the man has his Ore and she let's his man go

everybody knows a word do not make a harm

sometimes only a word is needed, Ore

you have to do it, Ore

press the button, or are you ready to go

somebody did say a word, Ore

and because of this another woman knows were his Ore came from

and this appreciated man is alone

and he knows his Ore

and he knows that everybody knows his Ore, too

and if you tell other where he got his Ore you got to go

and you never know who finds you

they don't know he is in love with another woman, and he do not know what to do

she is not taking his Ore

she is not saying, me too

and she know's Ore, and because she loves the man, tough

she let's him enjoy his time, even alone when he is regarded, appreciated man

every man has his weakness

and she knows that she is Ore's weakness and so, that is the reason why Ore let her go

Ore's girl's are made of Ore, they are made for him

Ore's sweets are sweet dreams and Ore gave sweets to his dream once

and now he got to let her go

and he knows white beauty is one for him

but white beauty is the one, who never cares

but truth lies under the images, even names can be changed

and Ore wants to fill his sweet, sweet skin against her will under a white snow

and that is the why she let Ore go, even in tears

she knows were her sweet dreams came from

and heaven has fallen in dust

fall behind Ore tango & cash is your heavenly blue

recession is a coincidence

she is trying but is brittle

forgotten essential coincidence is the limit of the essence

they didn't notice that moment when she did went broken

they did not understand that moment, when she was telling that moment to them

they can not see things that she has seen

and the wind did stole her whisper

night was cold not mellow

the wind did get through her bones

the wind did get through her skin, and her skin was just a whisper transient into air

hers words are there, deep in the blue sky

and no one cares to say to her

you can not go there, you can not stay there

the wind did it so to her, that no one else will ever know her true mind

her words do belong only to her and her words will remain there in the skyes

they will be there safe for ever, there in deep blue sky

darkness will never catch her


darkness never will find her


as long her words are there, free, in the sky

you will never run over her

you will not tell her what to think or say

you wont tell her, when to stay

no one whispered to her even then, when she told that moment, when she did get lost on her mind, your words has not disappeared, they are there in the sky

so she needed the sky

so she needed blue

the blues was there all the time

never has she lost somebody elses words

only her own power

no one never said to her we will find your words for you-that you know they existed

that, you know, you existed

even though she needed those words, no one did said those words to her

and she was thinking that she never existed,

even she was there in the sky, all the time

a night was a right

she was the breeze

the wind that did disappeared in the wind

more powerful with others

she was the missing part

she is missing her words through out night

she did quit the night

she is out

she decided to be a light and the night was out

those two districts do not possess her

you should not own her, she do not own anything

she do not say own me, I do not make a sound, I am sound

she is the the light, she just runs through

she is the wind who is running through the forest

tree branches are taking her forces

she runs out if the light stops and will fight with the night

is the silence ours, are you fugitive

I am missing you

you are thoroughly the wind and you should not hear me

and you should not see me, because I am stronger when you hear me

even I am just a sound, but you are my sound thief

you should not try to steal my voice -you may missing me

so I decide to be a light

and the night is out

darkness do not possess me

you should own me, even I do not own anything

you should let me go

even I do not make a sound, because I am the light I just run through

I am the wind who is running through the forest I run out if the light stops and fight with the night, and a night was a right

if I run out

light were still rare

my love whispered to my ear

you are my dream a translucent night in a pine forest

you are my choice

share my heart of the forest lake

between the whispers the moon was there and he whispered to my ear

give birth to a child

that child should be mine

and the moon was mine

he was mine

my belly round moon did touched around

he did gave kisses to my belly a round

he did caress my skin

I was awake, he did made my skin alive

he did kiss me like I never had been kissed before

I have never ever been waited, and I am the one you have been waited for

he sings his songs to me my swan more beautiful than moon, flew to her Lord and hers wings got stained

she is more beautiful than others

she is like a light rare

a heart of the forest lake

sorrow on her shoulders dreamer of the night is sitting on stairs

can not give you any answer why she is sitting there

she do not hear your words when sorrow is around her

she sees that same nightmare every night

night is never right for her

night tide wakes her night  and she never sleeps tide when pictures never change

movement stays always ahead, it is still

she is looking a trail of life

she is looking an understanding what happened on life

behind the light she is searching her love one, where is he walking, why did he leave me here

she seeks after for him, but there is no bound

that golden seam has gone

she is asking where is he walking all night, all day long

why everything disappears, and why light is still rare

she can not see the trail of life

she touches with her fingertips on the paint surface on staircase railing

has someone seen this railing, before me, before my time 

where are you love, my chosen one

where have you gone tonight, I am here, I am ready to leave

where are you walking

have you been there out all night

she is wondering who has touched these railing before her time

because time is hollow, even the paint did faint away

like love has 

time after time

she is tired, she just wants to be an angel, before her time

life was just too hard on her

without joy

her joy is light, it is still rare

even she has been ready to leave, so long time

she just wants to find joy, an angel who lives there on blue blue sky

she wants to leave before her time, and her name will be joy then

in that rare light

she cant go away, she can not stay

in the northern trail there are nothing to be said, nobody cares

she is wondering do you see also the darkness at the border of the light

she feels the voices but others do not know what the silence feels like

like light does not know how it cuts through darkness

leaves scars, breaks joy every time

and only thing what light leaves behind is silence

she was 

sometimes the night

 that did descended

sometimes she was the night that did stay on that cold-dying birch skin

she was the dusk quietly descending

she could paint everything without words without solicitude

when her love one told her- you are not the one

and without him she did noticed, that she disappeared into the fog

did fall moss softness

did tasted wood sorrel

she was insane, did go fishing without bait, her toe in water was the, bait

when her love one did leave her, she could see how the wave was swaying, and she did find light, and that she could see a child who was dancing on the sand

without her love one she did see the city lights from the driving distance

without her love one she did flew with the wind 

without her love one she did dare to climb to the tree to see the squirrel nest

and without her love and his words she was the dusk on that cold dying birch skin

she could paint everything

without her love one she did fall in life

and again she did fall in life

she did fall in life

and the light will never catch her 

and her love one is just a memory in a dream, what eventually faints away

like paint on the stair railing

and she do not remember him never again, she only cries those years what she did throw away before her time, before she did find out, she is the light

summer is a memory a dream a moment before harvesting

it is the time to cut the grain in the darkening summer breeze wheat tumbles in the rain

when the rain falls roaches arrive

I love the sand between my toes

I love the breeze on the trees

autumn worships them, is doing their paintings

autumn wants them, wants to strip them out of their frames

just as you wanted to disarm me but you did forget that I was not a summer

you forgot I do not move to your course

I do not turn

I am cold

I am white

I am the winter

I do not move to you I do  not chance my course

and I know that the summer always adheres on my demands

even though winter is cold and white, and maybe little bit in sorrow

while the summer cries its childish words to the autumn

you should change your direction

winter always returns

can you play wild love, can you

 or are you just a responsible friendship, even though you want to be more

the one and only

at the point when you have to make a choice whether you are

a word that gives a tired break

are we together

you have to be more childlike, are we the moments when we should understand that we are timeless do you believe in silence and uncontrollable unspeakable love

and yet you tell me that you forgot gray and I give you permission to be wild

you do let me break my definitions but you try to tore my touches without force

I do not believe a word love, it is just a drawing on the bed--------------- and I did tore it down

so, what now?

you do whisper to me, still I want your love or just your friendship, if that is only thing I can get

because you do not know how it feels when you have to

stay together, that your love one can go on

 you do not know how to be my skin story without a touch when I have broken emotions

black feelings invades me runs through me

all sounds are louder then, and your voice is only thing what keeps me in hanging on life

when you find your forces, and you do intruder under my skin, your voice is 

intact second last word only a moment weaker than last

I am just a whisper in those trees where wind runs through when it tries to steal  their drawings

even beauty breaks down

you will use the wind forces and I run through 

through these broken emotions

are you using my joy

what happened to your own one

I want my joy, back

did you treat your joy bad

are you using my joy here

I want you to leave your faith here, I want you to loose your touch your breathe

your will is breathless

faith was a storming sky and time is useless on my hands, we are under a love

why you are so silent today


what did you do last night, love

where you restless

did you remembered where you live, love

it is time to run through your love, love

and I just run through

when I was faithless, I did let you pick the colors and the colors are my true love

and I did found them

you did took your joy and 3 times more

still you bleed me, give me my joy drink or love still feel me when I am restless

inside- tangled brokenhearted give me my joy back

that is only thing I need more

but after this all do not ask me to give you joy

I need mine back

do you know where the beauty lies

do you know where you did leave your joy

and where did your joy go, when she was tired of waiting for you 

and your useless joy

and you still ask

remember me

give me redemption

at my lowest moments

remember what I could be

at your beautiful moments blink of the light lives

remember life at the moment when time is gone

that is time even alone

even though you know I was afraid

and a sad alone, you did leave me behind and I walked through those empty rooms without saying a word

I wasn't thinking option, when I was walking in silence, dear darling you are not here anymore, you took my joy

when speech has lost its position

words are boundaries and boundaries are all actions

unlimited word is something else what I am

but I guess you know

laws are made by them who had vocabulary my words are shy they all hide

they are all reflections

on my mind

so you my love lets go on, because you my love one, are my truly only joy

otherwise the road is not chancing

others can not find the protection when I am apart

I am not looking for words they are not shelter to me

when light is falling apart from the darkness, it will rise and it is wide and it is in action

it whispers to me fall beauty

baby, fall back it resolves issues what is in your mind

you are wide darkness without consolation

when I'm here and you do not know I'm near, you are an air

you do not see that you are privileged and no one else matters to me like you do

I am not part of the factor you want to notice

I have storms in my hands and still I have nothing, I don't know how to hold you

halfway street

I am not living there

because you previously did ignored me

and you will feel the bound which one is pressing me down

wish you would

find the love you wanted to leave

why don't you see things like I see, you think that evergreen is nonsense

my lazy days makes you hating me

why you do not say a word during at the night

I do not protect you, with me you should never sleep

if I do not get your joy

in case I have to take in actions

I'm just too lazy to find a new love 

why do we need to  think Dao

 you were edited - but not for me, my joy

you should not talk too much

and I have to find the desert and you really are feeling, no one I am letting you free, go

you are free, go silence

I never give you, your joy back


I am the wind

wind vortex

I want the touch

I'm touching but I do not understand why you are not touching me

and I will be cold for you even the wind is mellow

I am the wind even you whisper to me stay together

my story is my skin, touch, you have to know when I have broken emotions

you penetrated me


I'm gone

the wind seeks my whispers

says stay be lost forever but, will has not disappeared

you don't need their words, I am a whisper in your mind

go through you existed though their words are silent

morning dusk is when the evening cheats the sunrise

thirsty birch trees are waiting for rain

they are tired without water, without relief

humming is lost on silent

timid voices run at the forest border to the opposite shore

there is none, in the river

water died

silent air is waiting when time is good enough good to be when to touch

and though I know I'm distraction you're are my power

the one who walks alone is a flood

I have lived alone here next to the river bend with my husband, who thinks I am obvious to him

I was looking awserws why I'm far from there where I should be

this place is just an apartment to me and when I cry here in my so called home feeling lonely, only the wind responds to me

grow, emptiness is not your town

you have to be the soil under your feet

touch your skin it is still warm

now you have to leave without reason

you need to read the map without knowing where you are going

you do not have roots here

they don't know your way

take your drinking water from the sky grow, be the roots of your life

roots fold over obstacles

you know, you have to go

embrace the skyes

colors are endless kiss always around you

they are falling beside you, they are your type


hunting noises goes through the sea through the headland

lean on the ground

take your step

make a journey take the first

be persuaded leave

no limit on time no limit on mind

through words you go

it is time to go 

where is direction

slide your fingers through mold, you know your route

know your ways when you are gray

timid mind is first blind about colors

regard verity

when your mind is no longer alone and color and shade invades you

last word is touch, a painting

and the wind will steal your whisper and the beauty of words do disappears in front of vanity

are you that stone who will be sand

are you that old three who remember's more than a human

are you that water drop who is falling from the sky, and has seen all Ocean's

the edges of the stone sand  

on that Ocean's rock bottom

it only takes time

and the sea can do it, even sea takes your time

your first step is a quiet shadow, a quiet echo

be the stone who is falling down into water

it will be sand on time recession is a coincidence

order art is gray

order art, tell it obey you should obey, never to far to go to over, over the gray

you have to be gray - obey never break the distance never ever say Hooray- ever gray

two lines can be too much even lines would be gray

when there is two lines distance disappears

there is a limit to where art is limited

you have to know the artist's line

and if you can not feel the bound still you can feel the art line

line your line, when it disappears art line boundary

art is a delay at the border for the borderline and when borderline folds your line disappears

there is a fine line, what is to be called art

you have to see and feel that thin line, you can feel, art

you can fell in art - oh, what would art well be

be careful, they call it Kitch or pop art, or so, so do know your art well

art camp is not there where you should go, you did fell in Art, once- and now you want to know, is there Art or is there no

just see trough Art

you will find - the art is on

you have to think through art, so go do fell in art

but ask yourself, is art on or is there ARTno