Pre Scriptum:

the punctuation marks- as in life - we are trying to put ourselves, as in life we do,

and like in life.... we never succed to do that in right way...

      o god

     my only

     my unique                                                            

     my dearest friend, whom' never see

     i know that when i try to find your hand

     i'm always pushed away cause words dont count

    But still i know as well in life

     that you are only one that dears to know me as a  hell

     cause you, not those whos' face i know

     gave all those gifts to carry on

     and now i pray that you turned back

     and took all gifts from stupid womans lap

                   you gave too much of life, of hope

      my palms are not those who could  hold

      too much of me you gave to world

      too much of world brought me but  just so cold

      oh, yes, you've said that long before...

      that cross to carry has some worth

      who carries it? and who cares? those who are good?

      who choosed it, or maybe those who w're made to choose?

      but anyway i can’t hold on

      that  tinny drop from which i can explode

      for sure i know im one who cries too much

      i weep a lot...

      but still i hope one day

      you'll come along as if in our  world did nothing change...

      the dawn is looking                                                  

      through lowest clouds

      i know that when ill strech my hand

      i'll touch the deepest clowdest  soul

      from nowhere all we come                                         

      to know those who will say

      the word that means to us

      just name somebody gave

      we'll pass away with laugh

      we'll pass away annoyed

      cause never one could call

      the name that ever lasts

      i wanna live,

      about whatelse i never care

     i wanna live

      in any place i dear

      but  i would like to get till that

     JUST  little help...      thats bigest part

         the night wakes up in cosy evening

                         the night is always resting while the day

                                      the night is soaking in all poems

                                     that we sometimes let out to moon from tired brain

        i'll throw away all my upsets

        i'll throw away all knowledge that i had

        i'll throw away all thats all inside of mine

        i'll find the way to say a nice goodbye

     the dawn is comming, getting nice...

     i'll take the new day by the hand

     maybe that touch will even make

     the heart of mine to be awake

     thats enough- dont push me on my knees    

     maybe someone'll start to live?

     i know im worth to be the first,

     cause didnt see that someone did before

     maybemaybemaybe

     it's me who's  rulling all those worthless words

     maybe maybe maybe

     its even better that maybe maybe

     he is a part of me, i know

     and   nobody will solace, rape his soul

     and he'll be happy when he know

     that my soul will diss'pear in thoughts unknown

     then maybe someday when i'll try

     escape that maybe world for good

     he'll say that now its almost june

     so once again my arogance will cool

     and then again ill start maybe

                                           so rarily...

     so rarily the sky looks down

    and rarily it makes the clouds to cry

    then we will think the sky allowed

    our tinny angel touch our soul

    the star. the heart. the life. the peace

    the heart lets stars to start the way

    the star. the heart. the life. the peace

    the star, why miss that messy me?

    dont tickle me, dont tickle me with all our lovely words

    you better take that literary wear away from soul

    maybe youll notice its desorder that mine body caused

    then you will know that all you must

    is just arrange a cosy cage, that soul of yours will trust.