Music

Now before the end
Of the hardest day
Great to see a friend,
What is he to say?

Cups were standing dry.
Noises in the night
Convoyed in his try
Let our minds glide.

Diamond not a man
Showed his faces glow.
Flowers on a plane,
He had tried to grow.

Forest dwellers listened,
We have also heard,
As the prophet glistened,
Sharing his last word.

Climb up to the mountains,
There forget your worries.
Drink up from the fountain.
Eat up from the curries.

You think that you’re different,
Never will you listen.
Truth is the undoing.
Doorway out is missing.

Non-you must leave.
Let’s all go to sleep.
Non-you must leave.
Let’s all fall asleep.

Night was prowling round.
Needle crossed a star.
Then there came a sound,
Rumble from afar.

Then through smoking haze
Saw his rotten grin.
One his real face
Worms ate through the skin.

Flash. The answer blackened.
Silence rearranged.
In one endless second
Speaker’s features changed.

Then I said you lied,
Poison is your tongue.
Never he replied,
Knowing it’s a flunk.

Right is near and wrong is seen. Yes, we are blinded.
Never look for unremembered. Never find it.
Dark is clear, trust only in what fills the pocket.
Door we never open though they never lock it.

Prisoned minds in equal cells. Indifference can cease.
Tried to join those who unneeded. No vacancies.
Spending second, wasting minute, killing hour.
Gaining nothing. Years and years of would-be power.

Land is sown. Blood and steel.
Never ask, only steal.
The abuse of life goes on,
Continues still.

Each one thinks he knows the spell.
Lies!
Each one lives in his personal hell.
Dies!

Life’s still killing. Fatal Illness. Spirit’s cancer.
What’s the question, if there are so many answers?
Dust admirers, more-expecters: call us all so.
You’re mistaken, they’re mistaken, I am also.

Not to know it’s a test.
Not to know you’re a guest.
What’s happening this second?
Six billion deaths!

This thing is gonna save me from the pain.
It eats me from within. Like worms it eats my brain.
This thing – unconstant figure, mocking foe,
Sweet sensitive hot spring, dear friend you’re looking for.

This thing – with skin of concrete, heart of stone.
Behind sense-proof firewall most delicate and fragile one.

This thing – clear water drops fall into silence.
This thing – all crashing storm of boiling violence.

Destroys me, breaks me,
Overpresses.
It makes me angry,
Anxious, restless.

Don’t get it.
Don’t understand myself.
I hate it. Get out of me...
No, no... Stay!

It is my free evil will,
My wrong decision,
The curious waves that kill,
My clear mirage vision.

And when the time comes to feel,
You feel it.
And when you don’t want to live,
It feels good. You love it.

I’m alone, looking through the storm,
Seeing the million images unborn.
Still my hand is searching where to stay,
And where’s the distant coast, the break of day?

The dream is gone, but something stayed.
This feeling cannot fade.
The dye at the front, the canvas – behind
Show me what I’ve tried so hard to find.

I’m locked behind seven doors –
The echoes from the past.
The deafening, multicolored silence crawls in here.
The dawn is near.
The work I swore to finish is the quest.

I must complete my final task,
But no more colors left.
Three hundred years I’ve spent to draw this view.
I’ve found the clue.
Before this world was born it was all black.

Just one black dot.
No time to wait.
One little spot
To end the paint.
My true reflection
Of the being.
The resurrection
Of the unseen.

Tell me, tell me, Lord why was I born?
Light that I can see, can it be real?
What if all this time I wasn’t wrong?
Life is squealing sound of turning Wheel.

The moon was smothered by a cloud.
It brought the killer winds.
The dawn that I was waiting for had never come.
The time had stopped.
And then I thought –
I should have not
Drawn that last dot.

It is the third time you had this one dream,
Waking alone in your bed.
Open the door, hope the hinges won’t scream,
Listen to voice in your head.

Out of your land you must go through the wastes.
Leave everything for what destiny taste is.
Whole world will help you succeed.

Now, when you can’t find yourself in the hazes,
Reach for the wind and you’ll find the oasis.
Pull out the poisonous weed.

Desert will ask you and desert will listen.
Wait for the word where no meaning is missing.
What is the prize you came for?

Eyes look at you from the horizon hole,
Burning marks on your unfortunate soul.
You know you’ve seen them before.

Word cut the silence with hammering toll.
Stone face of sphinx spoke to you from the wall:
“Do what you have to to fly and to burn,
Strike yourself down then you fall and you die and return!”

The absence of choice brought us here that night,
The moon face grinned wild.
And so we were waiting for a signal to come,
The clang of the arm.

I smelled the air, it had the taste
Of all the souls we’ll have to waste.

With the same thought blinking in our eyes
We wished to kill them twice.
It was both mad and wise.
Destroy them, burn the den
And then we’ll see daylight again.

The bloodstained flag rose up in the air,
Wind fluttered our hair.
We rushed to the walls with a loud war cry.
The echoes replied.

The killing rain poured out of hell,
We rose the shields but hundreds fell.

Then the gates had opened and we saw
The mad tide of the foe.
We clashed in a deadly blow.
“We’re doomed” – burst in a flash,
And then the spear stabbed through my flesh

Oceans of pain
Fill me.
Can’t see a thing,
Kill me.
Red everywhere.
Dying.
Down in the fog
Flying.

Blood on our blades is like dust on our hearts.
The silent is smart.
Time teaches us to lie and helps to forget
The blood that we shed.

Listen, I have something to say
There is just one thing that one day
Gonna bring the wars to end
The walls will turn to sand

And it’s the only reason to live
You know that we all must believe
It will help us understand
And touch each-other’s hand

And all the soldiers will come home soon
There’ll be no crying at the tomb
We’ll stay together and make it real
The sores will disappear

And it will help us to see the skies
The flowers grow out of asphalt smiles
The olive branch in the beak of dove
I know that you have guessed that it is love.

You came and brought the war.
You suck life from Mother Earth.
You’re the proud worm, foolish as before.
Adam is your name, there’s no worse.

You hunt for gold and food.
You would rather kill than understand.
You like thinking you’ll stay for good,
But I want you out of this land.

You will not see next dawn.
You’ve crossed the line.
Now you must pay, no chance to stay
In the world of mine.

And Earth will bloom again,
When you disappear.
Cease to exist!
Get out!

Silent wind is blowing leaves away.
No words, no screams, no pain.
No faces to spit in, no hearts to break.
Does it make sense to start again?