Shatter my dreams
 

I'm a silent prophet, chanelling through the stars.
We're all the mirrors, the fragments of broken glass.
Our world belongs to us, yet we borrowed it
From the dreams of the counsciousness split.

We hear each other's voices.
We make choices.
But we're organic,
And we often freeze in panic.

Shamanic rhytms, ancient myths
Religions and science.
Weird, kaleidoscopic alliance.
Yet we often stay in silence...

And all these beautiful ideas,
push me like falling bricks,
to escape the breath of reliance,
buckled and kept like gold...

Losing it's shine then melting,
My fingers catch a glimpse,
Then something is over,
But it was never alive.

Subjectivity arrived,
today in my letterbox,
The envelope was empty.
In it I found this.

Cowardice...
Sacrifice...
Too young to die,
too good to lie,
but still I hold the dice,
because of cowardice...
"What if I fail?" But there's no reality.
Only fragments of broken mentality.
Spirituality, immortality...
Blah-blah-blah!
Who is the dreamer anyway? Are we really in the God's dream?
Or things are indeed not what they seem?
Babylon tower, languages shattered.
So I have to make my brain work hard, just to say something.
And still my words are scattered...
I leave, need to rest more to say more. Zug-zug (orcish).

P.S. Kalinka-malinka, Moskva, babooshka... Just leave my izbooshka :)