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you are my path
i walk it bare and hungry

in love
we are two shining spheres of wild

whereas in life
we float like icebergs - quietly 

there must be end
i could, of course, rewrite it

but when it's night
we love each other
gladly

and during day
we hate and rather
proudly.

i had my faith
in a wrong place

not my fault
that eyes are meant
to stare ahead

and finally
i think
i am afraid

to face the one
who had
my poisoned veto 
shared.

he said
it hurts just once

when heart is yet too tender
to stand the blast of cries

the sway of first betrayal

but as your life goes on
he promised

it'll get easier
to stay behind the walls

you'll learn
how build each time just bigger.

i doubt my doubts
they are not deed
of minds
i trust

nor do they manifest
the light
i am reaching for

so,

trust no one
if this is price
to pay
for better life

we all deserve
to live

they have no rights
to take these things
from us.

so,
this is what
makes razors in your mouth
taste like acrid blood

and tongue
suddenly so little

i walk from side to side
from corner to another corner

not searching,
only getting used
to this acustic feel
of being partly gone

we all will have to leave someday
i know.

i deep my mind
in sauce of half-breed truth

who told there was another road?

we all are walking it the same
though we are different

there is no way
to fail without moving

and move without fail.

sometimes i live more days
than you would care to count

without lesser sense
who else is there to fight

for me

my war

some call it path

but it's just me
who's here to stand more winters
than the history itself could write.

i don't know if i dare
to look away
another time
we find each other
in the nest of crowd

two white crows
you and me or me and you

what broken-winged can do
when all we need
is height?

if you fall low
no doubt
you'll find me there
as well.

i seek you in the Moon
blindfolded
in the dark

i seek you on the side
in torture
sad
and drunk

i seek you like no one
with passion
stirring heart

i seek you every time
i lose the sight of life.

this scorch on the edge
of each cell in my body

feels like
i've never been kissed before

feels like I hover,
soaring high and yet crawling so low.

and if i am mere shade
that freezes the water of the Atlantic

than what is this scorch
that burning like flame

keeps searing the flesh of my heart?

how often all we do
is walk alone
to meet the cloudless future
somehwere -
together

but if you walk alone
then maybe
future is not ever
meant to be a promise
for together?

alone can last forever
and so it does
if one learns cuddle safe in it.

greatness - what have you offered
to the kneeled before your ghostly shape

it made nothing to us, but show
how low will be our grave

honestly, I care so little for it each day
greatness is a climo
you and I were born to wear.