Around A Word

(THROUGH THE SNOW)

…falling again. The snow

is wiping the city clean

out of sight, but you know

that it can still be seen.

You close your eyes and look

inside yourself as if you

were an old picture book

to be published anew,

or a fresh photograph

polished in a photo shop

window where you laugh

through the snow that won’t stop…

…falling again. The snow is wiping the city clean out of sight, but you know that it can still be seen. You close your eyes and look inside yourself as if you were an old picture book to be published anew, or a fresh photograph polished in a photo shop window where you laugh through the snow that won’t stop…

March 2013

(OUT OF THE OPEN BOOK)

…of GOD’s Breathtaking Verse

known as the Universe?

Can anyone but HIM know

what stars are really like?

They look like falling snow

if you travel at light

speed. Do you see the same

thing I see when I look

at everything that once came

out of the open Book…

…of GOD’s Breathtaking Verse known as the Universe? Can anyone but HIM know what stars are really like? They look like falling snow if you travel at light speed. Do you see the same thing I see when I look at everything that once came out of the open Book…

April 2013

(ABOUT SPRING SNOW)

…about spring snow

deep in the night.

This time seems slow

enough to be right

on it. More rain

can easily drive

someone insane

enough to dive

into a stream

of cars. You dream…

…about spring snow deep in the night. This time seems slow enough to be right on it. More rain can easily drive someone insane enough to dive into a stream of cars. You dream…

May 2013

(A LONG LOOK)

…of GOD. Take a long look

at a window-shaped book

and tell me what you see

in its black and white sea

of letters standing in lines

of words of truth and lies.

Though the city grows dark

trees in the central park,

there is still enough light

in the depths of the night

to see at least one street

corner we hope to meet

on free of fear and of

anything except the Love…

…of GOD. Take a long look at a window-shaped book and tell me what you see in its black and white sea of letters standing in lines of words of truth and lies. Though the city grows dark trees in the central park, there is still enough light in the depths of the night to see at least one street corner we hope to meet on free of fear and of anything except the Love…

August 2013

(TIME MACHINE)

…of time in places where

that time stands still or flies

around like fireflies

in the neon night air.

Your memory is a time

machine taking you back

to the scene of each crime

you’ve committed in black

and white. You go to sleep

before you begin to dream

about all you did deep

in the past. It may seem

like you are looking back

to see someone like you

talk to someone you knew

once again. There’s a track…

…of time in places where that time stands still or flies around like fireflies in the neon night air. Your memory is a time machine taking you back to the scene of each crime you’ve committed in black and white. You go to sleep before you begin to dream about all you did deep in the past. It may seem like you are looking back to see someone like you talk to someone you knew once again. There’s a track…

November 2013

(AS TIME GOES BY)

…as time goes by.

The winter sky

keeps hanging low.

Though there’s no snow,

everything is

starting to freeze

like in a freeze frame

of some video game

you (don’t) want to play

all night and all day…

…as time goes by. The winter sky keeps hanging low. Though there’s no snow, everything is starting to freeze like in a freeze frame of some video game you (don’t) want to play all night and all day…

December 2013

(DARKENED SKIES)

…with no one’s eyes.

The darkened skies

are lit by the moon.

It looks like soon

another rain

will start. Again,

you look for a way

to stop and play

everything back

in retro black

and white on the screen

of the night seen…

…with no one’s eyes. The darkened skies are lit by the moon. It looks like soon another rain will start. Again, you look for a way to stop and play everything back in retro black and white on the screen of the night seen…

March 2014

(IN MYSTERIOUS WAYS)

…of silver includes some gold.

It’s worn by nights and days,

obeying the Will of GOD

in mysterious ways.

The steel sky is touched by rust

of a sunset in spring.

The present turns into past

in the future. A ring…

…of silver includes some gold. It’s worn by nights and days, obeying the Will of GOD in mysterious ways. The steel sky is touched by rust of a sunset in spring. The present turns into past in the future. A ring…

April 2014

(IN OTHER WORLDS)

…of what it was like

in your other life

in other worlds.

In other words,

there is a sea-

like summer sky-

line stretching by.

As you may see,

it’s drawn by GOD

after a Flood

of Heavenly Light

out of sight…

…of what it was like in your other life in other worlds. In other words, there is a sea-like summer skyline stretching by. As you may see, it’s drawn by GOD after a Flood of Heavenly Light out of sight…

May 2014

(WHERE IT HAPPENED)

…where it happened too fast

to process anything at

all. And now, it is set

way too deep in the past

to change it – like any line

of a verse you once wrote,

let alone a stop sign

on the side of the road…

…where it happened too fast to process anything at all. And now, it is set way too deep in the past to change it – like any line of a verse you once wrote, let alone a stop sign on the side of the road…

August 2014

(SAME MINSK SKY)

…again. Everything looks

different from what it seems

when it’s written in books.

I see it in my dreams

of you out on the street

corner where sometimes I

think I’d want us to meet

under the same Minsk sky…

…again. Everything looks different from what it seems when it’s written in books. I see it in my dreams of you out on the street corner where sometimes I think I’d want us to meet under the same Minsk sky…

October 2014

(BY AN ABANDONED ARCADE)

…in the form of another year,

which you yearn for and fear

at the same time. This time

rises on a high tide

of dreams before they fade

by an abandoned arcade

reminding you of the best

times from your distant past.

Covered with morning rime,

there’s a whole river of time

where the year starts to

end and begin anew…

…in the form of another year, which you yearn for and fear at the same time. This time rises on a high tide of dreams before they fade by an abandoned arcade reminding you of the best times from your distant past. Covered with morning rime, there’s a whole river of time where the year starts to end and begin anew…

November 2014

(THIS TOWN)

…since only GOD can be

Eternal. As you can see,

winter lasted a few

days. And now, autumn has

come back to each avenue,

street, lane, alley and pass

of this town. The sky

above is completely grey.

If somebody wants to die

here, do it today.

Tomorrow may be too late.

Tomorrow is also not far

enough to escape the fate

of a burned-out star

shooting films into the main

line in the form of rain…

…since only GOD can be Eternal. As you can see, winter lasted a few days. And now, autumn has come back to each avenue, street, lane, alley and pass of this town. The sky above is completely grey. If somebody wants to die here, do it today. Tomorrow may be too late. Tomorrow is also not far enough to escape the fate of a burned-out star shooting films into the main line in the form of rain…

December 2014

(WITHOUT A WORD)

…snow falls on the ground

without a word

or even a sound.

While you’re getting bored,…

…snow falls on the ground without a word or even a sound. While you’re getting bored,…

January 2015

(IN THE LONG RUN)

…as all are ashes in the long run.

All look for better ashtrays

to burn out like the sun

in acceptable ways.

Since time out of mind,

we’ve seen this stairwell.

At its bottom, we find

something it’s hard to tell

the truth about. It seems

that souls are in bodies like

letters in almost seam-

less envelopes. Each life

is a mixture of pain

and pleasure, sorrow and

happiness from a drain

pipe dream. Afraid to end,

we try to make Time stand still.

But Time obeys only GOD.

HE’s THE ONE Time can’t kill

even with a fire flood.

We look at our past

but see only our present.

It’s hard to make it last.

At least so far, it hasn’t…

…as all are ashes in the long run. All look for better ashtrays to burn out like the sun in acceptable ways. Since time out of mind, we’ve seen this stairwell. At its bottom, we find something it’s hard to tell the truth about. It seems that souls are in bodies like letters in almost seamless envelopes. Each life is a mixture of pain and pleasure, sorrow and happiness from a drain pipe dream. Afraid to end, we try to make Time stand still. But Time obeys only GOD. HE’s THE ONE Time can’t kill even with a fire flood. We look at our past but see only our present. It’s hard to make it last. At least so far, it hasn’t…

February 2015

(OF SAND)

…of dreams out of reach.

Castles of sand

built on a beach

foreshadow a land…

…of dreams out of reach. Castles of sand built on a beach foreshadow a land…

April 2015

(THROUGH SPACE AND TIME)

…through Space and Time.

It’s hard to rhyme

around this place

far from the Face

of GOD. It seems

to be made of dreams

seen in a mirror

where one era

follows another like

one life another life…

…through Space and Time. It’s hard to rhyme around this place far from the Face of GOD. It seems to be made of dreams seen in a mirror where one era follows another like one life another life…

May 2015

(HEREAFTER)

…they hear after

they get to Hereafter

and heed GOD’s Word

in that Other World.

The road keeps rolling

beneath the wind-

shield like falling

rain on your mind,

driving you in-

sane with the din

of traffic jam tin

cans by a stream

that slowly flows

away like a dream.

A strong wind blows

up a heap of leaves

like a time bomb

no one believes

in till the first OM…

…they hear after they get to Hereafter and heed GOD’s Word in that Other World. The road keeps rolling beneath the windshield like falling rain on your mind, driving you insane with the din of traffic jam tin cans by a stream that slowly flows away like a dream. A strong wind blows up a heap of leaves like a time bomb no one believes in till the first OM…

June 2015

(WORDS IN THE DARK)

…words in the dark

eyes of a stark-

naked young night

shed neon light.

Written with rain

on a window pane,…

…words in the dark eyes of a stark-naked young night shed neon light. Written with rain on a window pane,…

October 2015

(ALMOST NO LIGHT)

…in every sense.

It was a tense,

dark, winter day.

Almost no light.

One way to stay

sane is to write

about yourself.

Your memory

is like a shelf

with you and me

on it. It’s strange

how one can change…

…in every sense. It was a tense, dark, winter day. Almost no light. One way to stay sane is to write about yourself. Your memory is like a shelf with you and me on it. It’s strange how one can change…

December 2015

(BY AND BY)

…and see that winter has come

back with a powdery trail

of fresh snow. There are some

things that rarely fail

to surprise you. The weather

is one of them. You are too

far apart to be together,

but you think you can do

something you’ve never done

before to turn your luck

around. Like a setting sun

that may still rise to love

no matter what, today

is beautiful because, by

and by, GOD makes it okay.

You look up at the sky…

…and see that winter has come back with a powdery trail of fresh snow. There are some things that rarely fail to surprise you. The weather is one of them. You are too far apart to be together, but you think you can do something you’ve never done before to turn your luck around. Like a setting sun that may still rise to love no matter what, today is beautiful because, by and by, GOD makes it okay. You look up at the sky…

February 2016

(THROUGH THE PANE)

…the sun melts away

almost all the night

snow, leaving some day

colors so bright

that it’s hard to look

at them through the pane.

It’s bound like a book

written with rain

on paper so wet

that one can mistake

it for more sweat

starting to break

from your frozen face.

Floating through space,…

…the sun melts away almost all the night snow, leaving some day colors so bright that it’s hard to look at them through the pane. It’s bound like a book written with rain on paper so wet that one can mistake it for more sweat starting to break from your frozen face. Floating through space,…

March 2016

(BETTER FATE)

…telling the truth from lies.

When you open your eyes

in the morning and look

out of the picture book

of your window, you see

someone sowing a seed

of love in the soil of faith

and hope for a better fate,…

…telling the truth from lies. When you open your eyes in the morning and look out of the picture book of your window, you see someone sowing a seed of love in the soil of faith and hope for a better fate,…

April 2016

(INNOCENT SOUL)

…again through the Power of

GOD’s Everlasting Love.

The day’s being painted gray

with pretty broad strokes of hard

rain. Will you be okay

if somebody breaks your heart

into pieces? The sky

is split by a lightning flash-

back to when you and I

took turns wearing flesh

wounds only an innocent soul

could heal and make whole…

…again through the Power of GOD’s Everlasting Love. The day’s being painted gray with pretty broad strokes of hard rain. Will you be okay if somebody breaks your heart into pieces? The sky is split by a lightning flashback to when you and I took turns wearing flesh wounds only an innocent soul could heal and make whole…

May 2016

(JUST AS OFTEN)

…on earth. You’re often wrong.

You’re just as often right.

Sometimes a slip of the tongue

feels good enough to write

it down between the lines.

Sometimes it’s hard to tell

the truth from all sorts of lies,

like heaven on earth from hell…

…on earth. You’re often wrong. You’re just as often right. Sometimes a slip of the tongue feels good enough to write it down between the lines. Sometimes it’s hard to tell the truth from all sorts of lies, like heaven on earth from hell…

June 2016

(OUT OF YOUR MIND)

…all day long, and at night —

a gown of neon light

pictures out of your mind

projected onto a sheet

of paper snow. It’s lined

left to right like a street.

Every corner is signed

with a road sign like some

weird contract. You find

it everywhere as a sum

total of emptiness

wearing a summer dress…

…all day long, and at night – a gown of neon light pictures out of your mind projected onto a sheet of paper snow. It’s lined left to right like a street. Every corner is signed with a road sign like some weird contract. You find it everywhere as a sum total of emptiness wearing a summer dress…

August 2016

(LINES IN THE SNOW)

…as tyres type

lines in the snow.

Old drainpipe

dreams do not show

up anymore.

You search your mind

behind the door,

trying to find

another thought

train. A flash-

light points at what

looks like more trash…

…as tyres type lines in the snow. Old drainpipe dreams do not show up anymore. You search your mind behind the door, trying to find another thought train. A flashlight points at what looks like more trash…

December 2016

(STRANGE SKIES)

…the room is dark.

The room is black.

A snow-white shark

swims through a crack

in time into

a window made

of what we, too,

are now afraid

to see in each

other’s strange eyes.

Upon the beach

of two strange skies,…

…the room is dark. The room is black. A snow-white shark swims through a crack in time into a window made of what we, too, are now afraid to see in each other’s strange eyes. Upon the beach of two strange skies,…

October 2017

(DREAM BOOK)

…a way to between things seen and unseen. There are many words around. They seem to chirp like birds inside a dream book. Every time you draw a blind, there is a rhyme that you can find…

(SUNDAY SUMS)

…as Sunday sums

up all the suns

in the night sky.

Your eyes don’t lie

to you. Just look

out of the book

you want to write

or read tonight…

…as Sunday sums up all the suns in the night sky. Your eyes don’t lie to you. Just look out of the book you want to write or read tonight…

December 2017

(OF MELTING SPRING)

…of melting spring

Now, everything

is melting like

evening sunlight

upon a sky-

line drawn by

a sea of snow.

It’s seen in slow

motion and white

desert delight

mixed with the dessert-

like, fresh, wet dirt…

…of melting spring. Now, everything is melting like evening sunlight upon a skyline drawn by a sea of snow. It’s seen in slow motion and white desert delight mixed with the dessert-like, fresh, wet dirt…

Match 2018

(DONE AT DAWN)

…unless you sleep

until the day

breaks up so deep

there is no way

to mend it back

into the night

that’s blue and black

in silver light.

Somebody’s screams

can be heard on

the record. Dreams

are done at dawn…

…unless you sleep until the day breaks up so deep there is no way to mend it back into the night that’s blue and black in silver light. Somebody’s screams can be heard on the record. Dreams are done at dawn…

April 2018

(FLOWER HEADS)

…that rhyme with rime

on morning grass.

Space blends with time

on tinted glass

clocks counting grains

of running sand.

It sometimes rains

across the land

down from the sea

of light that hangs

over it. See

the flower heads…

…that rhyme with rime on morning grass. Space blends with time on tinted glass clocks counting grains of running sand. It sometimes rains across the land down from the sea of light that hangs over it. See the flower heads…

May 2018

(IN THE AFTERGLOW)

…also known as the sun.

This day is married to

that night. Does anyone

think that it isn’t true?

Some words seem not to mean

anything. Others – even

less. You look at their lean

letters while the evening

skies are starting to grow

dark as the easiest thing

to sow in the afterglow

of the day’s wedding ring…

…also known as the sun. This day is married to that night. Does anyone think that it isn’t true? Some words seem not to mean anything. Others – even less. You look at their lean letters while the evening skies are starting to grow dark as the easiest thing to sow in the afterglow of the day’s wedding ring…

July 2018

(OF THE NIGHT)

…where doorbell rings

shine in the ears

of the night. Fears

seem to have wings.

You know they’re here

when every sound

falls to the ground

level of sheer

madness. Your head

then turns around

the shadowy bed-

room. Once they found

you hiding behind

a shuddering blind…

…where doorbell rings shine in the ears of the night. Fears seem to have wings. You know they’re here when every sound falls to the ground level of sheer madness. Your head then turns around the shadowy bedroom. Once they found you hiding behind a shuddering blind…

August 2018

(BY THE DOOR)

…can. Weeks before

winter should show

up, autumn snow

drops by the door

some wind forgot

to close or just

left open past

a time no thought

can put into

words that ring true.

Only GOD can

do what no man…

…can. Weeks before winter should show up, autumn snow drops by the door some wind forgot to close or just left open past a time no thought can put into words that ring true. Only GOD can do what no man…