Deian Jivanelov

Clouds gather, over a windy plain, Silent desolate, just to drive you insane, Standing lonely, figure, dressed in mail, Stands the Tempest, with a red flowing veil. He looks wide, he watches

I sigh, and sigh, and don\'t know why Laying on my back, viewing the sky, I watch my life turning awry I feel the doom as it closes nigh. I stand and dream and feel and hope, I think of myself

I sometimes feel the need, To walk in the rain, The dampness i don\'t heed As it goes down the drain. I like the gray sky, With water falling down. Without asking myself why, I like the look

Cherry blossoms on a dried old tree Nothing to look at, nothing to see, As I pass it, and look closer, I understand that it\'s not yet over.... Hope is kindling in my heart, As it think of a

She steps softly on the crisp shore, The maiden thinks of him nevermore, Or so she tells herself even now, For to forget him, is her eternal vow. But she cannot let half her soul go, Even on

Time is passing...i\'m all alone, My heart is slowing, soon of stone, Moments pass by, and i see them leave, senselesly now, i count how i breathe. Slowly i watch my life creeping

Three are running on the plain, Why they do this, cannot explain, Yet they do this, for millennia now, Hunt and kill, to chase or prowl. Hunters born, killers bred, In the end, their prey’s

Stormy weather, comes sweeping in, To let it rain, and wash our sins, To clean away our dirty thoughts, As filthy mammals we have lots. As many times I speak of rain, The very thing that keeps

A deluge of feelings, bursts from within, Our emotions are racing, our chances are slim, As hope for mankind grows more and more thin, Our end as a race, has come to begin. Man is by definition

What we say, and what we think. Between the lot us, the only link, Bonds are woven like silken thread, Opinions, are like rabbits bread. Millions of people, billions of thoughts, We each, take

Riding hard, on a field of flame God\'s knights, each to religion a slave, Piously and angrily running through men, While maiming poor Muslims, chanting amen. God is their life, and death is

He feels the taste, of her lips, on his own, Eons have passed, since he started down this road, He thinks of her now, his one and only mate, But regrets are futile now, a little too late. His

So, he falls, his wings have broke, No longer able, to beat or stroke, The archangel falls, with fluttering sounds, Down under, the war, waiting for him are the hounds, They quickly run, where he

Am I myself? Or am I him? Is it me? Or am I his whim? Am I standing here? Or just him thinking I am? Is he thinking thusly? Or he doesn\'t give a damn? Am I this way? Or it\'s he, who’s

Winding roads, of dust and sand, Are spread across, throughout the land, Going further, into the sky, We just build\'em, without knowing why. We travel the road, known as life, Full of

He feels the taste, of her lips, on his own, Eons have passed, since he started down this road, He thinks of her now, his one and only mate, But regrets are futile now, a little too late. His

Endless rage, flows inside, Infinite anger, he will not hide, Clenching teeth, and burning eyes, Peace and calm, here have no ties. He growls and screams, into the air, Howling battle cries,

Fading light, before midnight, Coming forth, like a blight. Creeping slower, as light is far, Not a twinkle, from a single star. Bloody moon, rises soon, At the apex, of night\'s

First he woke, right at dawn, Galaxy\'s birth, darkness was gone, Matter formed, life was born, He received life, from stars being torn, In the beginning, pains of birth, Coming into