In memory of Igor Talkov... HOPE If someone were to tell you that I feel alone, If I don't get to see you or talk to you on the phone, Please, dont worry about me... Maybe I just need to be free

I fell asleep the other night And I hoped to see that knight But I saw a toad sitting in the road eating pie ala mode...WHAT???

or may be I am tripping.... My Bob Dylan song(: I saw an eagle soaring high in sky turned out its just parrot sitting in the cage and I am laughing, you cant rely on your own eye...now turn the page...

days are running away like crazy memories of past years becoming hazy you read through old forgotten letters and nothing their really matters to you; because its gone, forgotten, put aside you feel the need to hide your wounded pride; but at night those memories come back in

when did you stop dreaming why is your face not beaming with happiness and joy why the mask of sorrow on your face, my boy

are you tired of meeting cows that pretend to be the bulls, who said that's its ok to change some of the rules. but don't you know by now there aint no tools to make bulls so don't be mislead, unless you are just an acid head....

dedicated to artist.... his days are dull and uneventful his days are grey and so are nights perhaps he still feels so resentful his heart still aches and pain still bites...

birches adorned with the coats that are pure white courtesy of mother winter... and morning sun looks so bright on asure sky; it hurts your eyes as if a splinter got under skin, but you look up and see in clouds high above imaginary cat and pup, and people gathering in crowds