poem i don"t care about its number - daddy |
you've got a perect self
selfanoying selfdistracted selfdestroying
like a bomb spreading hrat-attacks
you're the one who knows nothing and yet
all delusional in your private empty way
seen by her
ther...
Posted by yourai on Sun, 14 Sep 2008 01:41:00 PST |
new single out now ! |
MY HEART IS SO LOUD (single)
Yourai's third release on Mahorka (after his debut "Unicorn's Peacock EP" and the magnificent album "Shadhavar") is the result of the work, passion and love for music of ...
Posted by yourai on Thu, 24 Jul 2008 03:27:00 PST |
basen 115 - okraje |
a keby aj sny dali sa kreslit
modra by plnila ich po okraj
prstom ozdobenym pierkami
zvukom zdobil by som linajky
tvoja koza ozila by
v dlani v ustach kdesi smerom do srdca
pozeram sa na teba
na teba ...
Posted by yourai on Sat, 14 Jun 2008 01:13:00 PST |
basen 114 - o dlani |
kedysi, ked este nebolo cim dychatvybrala sa dlan prejst po cudzich vlasochodtlacila sa aby po cesteneodisla celkom dobiela a posobilaso vsetkou odvahou si luskalado rytmu prstokladua zvecera dorana p...
Posted by yourai on Thu, 15 May 2008 10:05:00 PST |
poem 113 - sleep dreams |
and suddently all hate ceased
foam took its previous form
shadows in the hall
do they touch me when i sleep
to dab at the front is so easy, dear
now i could take som lu sugar and oak apples
from my f...
Posted by yourai on Tue, 15 Apr 2008 09:00:00 PST |
poem 112 - leach of me |
private seeker moments:i don't sneeze a lotyacht is in our harbourand then there is youi'm not a boiyi'm not a heshine you little lampor coloured steamthis is allat alla leach of me(a leach of me)mout...
Posted by yourai on Tue, 15 Apr 2008 08:45:00 PST |
poem 111 - eat myself |
when i entered your magical woodsi found gloves on a piano stoolsit on it i turned with those gloves onand stared on branches of all those trees aroundreceiving feedback from the sunsun trying to pene...
Posted by yourai on Tue, 15 Apr 2008 08:26:00 PST |
poem 110 - before to eat myself |
some levander and bikes needs my dearest honeyshape far away from circles sitting writing thinking waiting i'm the sunlight touching its skin there wanna feel the prints like a monk from his in hear...
Posted by yourai on Sun, 13 Apr 2008 08:45:00 PST |
poem 109 - gloomy major key |
keys and notes and lines of glory substitutes of mindless stories happy mint under the hits spoiled and triggered smashed in bits klick klack sounds go by feel it like a catcher in the rye
Posted by yourai on Mon, 07 Apr 2008 08:31:00 PST |
poem 108 - towards and night |
Towards and night
I caught the usual ribbons
Nub of the nubble as a sign of a pray
I’m a Jubilee of no sentiment
White crow talking to its pillow when falling asleep
Veal ve...
Posted by yourai on Tue, 25 Mar 2008 05:04:00 PST |
