CHROME PAGE - EMOSPHERE


	EMOSPHERE декабрь 2003

Set list:

Emosphere
Paradise lost:
Morning smile
Watching her dancing
Prague
New Year eve
Living portrait
Two cats on air
Why the snow is colored red?
…and the memory remains


	Emosphere – an invisible, intricate and fragile spherical system of a single mind’s emotions, memories, and life perception, which constantly surrounds every being. If with any word I slightly change yours then I’ve done what I wanted… Thanks: International Society of Poets and poetry.com for everything they do out there! Daria Zubareva for regular backing and forcing me to make this one good. Anna Panasko for her incredible detailed thoughts and opinion. Shlo for his design advises and almost magical pencil. Nobel House London for making me available in United Kingdom. And everyone, who keeps reading my stuff, despite he does not like it at all. Oh, I’ll get you one day, flatterers!

"Emosphere" Strangest marks on ancient sheet, That turned yellow – so old. At night you with candle sit, Trying understand, what’s told. Letters partly are rubbed off, Papers are much dusty, thin – You are made to sneeze and cough, But you’ve got to know, what’s in. Like round Earth an atmosphere Your emotions always near – All your memories, your fear Form a secret Emosphere. Onto elbows you recline, Through a sleep translating set. Slowly words come in to line, Those strange symbols meaning get… Suddenly your sleep is dead, Eyes are open so wide! Now you know, what author said, What this marks from others hide… Ancient letters contacts tear, Ruptured things that were so dear – It’s such a fragile gear System known as Emosphere. Skin grows pale, brow gets sweat, Lips are trembling, fingers too. Never thoughts like these you met – If you knew, what you would do? Everything has changed at all After words from an old past: Your ideas down fall, Life perception changes fast! You’ve been taken in the rear! Notions shocked and bring you fear And you mind is made to sear… Cracked and broken Emosphere!	"Paradise lost" (Part 1: The Lost Paradise) Waves are shining on sun with a crystal blue light, A new dawn to the east means an end to calm night, Water indolent licks sleepy shore of fine sand – It’s another rebirth to this wondrous small land. Sun has risen up high, lazy birds start to sing, Verdure so fresh and bright! Nature without sin! Every side, where you glance, is so pretty and nice! It is hard to believe, it’s the Lost Paradise! In this corner of heart, perfect place for all live, If we step in the depths, if in forest we dive, A society’s seen without anger or gibe, With no baseness or lies – there settled a tribe. Isolated they live and they happy with this; No costs, no wars – no social disease. Paradise they live in, perhaps, one, we have lost… And the glitter of waves, and fine sand on the coast… (Part 2: The dead sun) Once a dawn came up late with the sun strange, dark red – Virgin Nature in fright, seeing sun that is… dead. Worried cries of the birds, wilted plants lonely stand, Storming sea, a strong wind and the waves knock hard land. The wise elder of tribe gathered men near rill To say what was the truth, to say what he did feel: “Sun has shown the end, our time now is up”, - Then he leaned over rill and made gently last sup. Metal monsters soon came from dark water and sky, Their roar has drowned every scared bird cry. Monsters landed and spread all around the land, Leaving course, rough footprints on the mild, fine sand. Terminate if it lives! Terminate, hearing breath! Thus the island is set. It is set up to death… The small tribe has erased, blood mixed water in rill, But it soon disappeared, and has calmed down the reel. (Part 3: The Paradise lost) There’re running machines, concrete towers are built. Every newcomer knows nothing ‘bout they killed; They are interested not, what was here before, Cause they living suit lives, pretty good – so what for? Waves still shining on sun with a misty blue light, A new dawn to the East means an end to dark night. People are getting up with a feeling of host And they do never care that they Paradise lost…
"Morning smile" I awoke with sun today. Silent I got out of bed, Saw your face in soft light ray – On it smile I have read. Your kept sleeping so calm, That I stood looking at you. To avoid for your dreams harm, I went out to greet soft dew. Morning was so nice that day! And grass seemed green even more! I recalled how we there lay, Played a dandelion war… Miss of you back to house led. Wanted you to start wake up, Lazy stretch yourself in bed, Make a morning coffee sup… But your sleep was so sweet, That I couldn’t you awake. Thus old oven I there lit – I decided to make cake… When you on your feet at last, You surprised were for a while: Flour around, my helpless cast – You just couldn’t hold your smile!	"Watching her dancing" I see you dancing, Dancing in moonlight, Your eyes are glancing – It’s such a cute sight! Free dance in meadow, On a dewed ground, Casting dim shadow – It’s hardly found. We close to midnight, Valley is sleeping, Despite, with no fright Your dance you keeping. It looks amazing, Beautiful so! Watching you, lazing, I’m lying low. In darkness hiding, Out of thicket Watch your shawl gliding – I want to pick it. But fear of doing – What if I scare? This can all ruin – I cannot dare. Better, next nighttime Also come here. So of this nice rhyme Ending is near.
"Prague" Prague is so charming this cool day In autumn early sunset ray! It’s wet on streets, but not by rain. I’m back to wall… I still remain… Looking on square, there straight, I start to feel as if it’s late, But I am fooled by hiding sun, As only 5 p.m. past gone. Grotesque old houses of cold stone – But I can’t feel that I’m alone, As every house in Prague is small, And, seems, they native, right them all! And as I stay so much I see: What have been here, what is to be In history of city great, Feels like I’m entering time gate. Today and past for me is mixed, The time is frozen, sight is fixed, I feel my feet are stuck to street… The sun is down, the lights are lit. I close my eyes, I fall asleep… And in my dream I step in keep – Down, in cellar, iron smell, I here cries of pain so well… But I awake, as forced by god, And realize… I stay in blood! It’s wet on street, but not by rain. I’m back to wall… Standing in pain…	"New Year eve" I leave the steps on whitest snow Of this cold winter’s misty night. I am bit frozen, my cheeks glow, Snowflakes are sparkling in soft light. Much narrow way that I straight go, It’s covered up by falling flour, But I’m just walking by the flow. It keeps still snowing… More and more… It’s crunching under feet of mine With peaceful sound, so still! Dim rare lanterns stay in line - They stretch across a low hill. New Year eve! I feel it clear! Season of magic and of dreams! The time when you lost every fear If you see snow in gentle beams. I take a look at heaven’s dome, And falling flakes lick nice my face. Thus through this night I’m coming home With a light heart and a light pace.
"Living portrait" Don’t close your eyes – it’s not the time to say the words of sorrow! My darling, try to listen me: we’ve got smiling tomorrow; Our happiness will live with us a life of love and pleasure! We need each other so much that no one can it measure... Seems, that in drawn eyes keeps flashing a call, Sight pierces me out so strong that I crawl! I feel that inside lives a part of your soul, When I take a look at the portrait on wall… I look at past, at all the time that we have been together – We though those days that it would last eternally, forever. Walking in garden we have met an artist, standing lonely. He drew your portrait… But I felt that he had done it wrongly. So never hung it was on wall or shown anywhere, I didn’t used to know, where’s it, I really didn’t care. But now it seems the time has come to hang it on… It’s there! I always look on it by night… We have been perfect pare… Seems, that in drawn eyes keeps flashing a call, Sight pierces me out so strong that I crawl! I feel that inside lives a part of your soul, When I take a look at the portrait on wall… There past much time, but I still can’t be living just as usual: I can’t help thinking of my love, I can’t escape illusion. There’s so much to recall for me, a lot of to remember! Only on canvas you with me. Without you – third November… So portrait is the only one that still for me can matter, As other things, but not your eyes my dreams can only scatter. I live for memories of you, for portrait – for it only. And when I look in canvas eyes, I feel not so much lonely. Seems, that in drawn eyes keeps flashing a call, Sight pierces me out so strong that I crawl! I feel that inside lives a part of your soul, When I take a look at the portrait on wall…	"Two cats on air" Sitting in dark corner of my room; Empty plastic syringe in my hand. My sight is washed out by the gloom, I drop onto flour my needle friend. Leaning on the wall, went limp, I sit And I start to feel as if I’m lame, Hands are slowly shaking in a fit, Pupils running fast – can’t find an aim. Feeling dozen spiders crawl my skin, Hardly I scratch myself into blood. Then begin to sense as paper thin And slow drift away as soften mud… Lying in dark corner of my room, I can see the air that gone red. Bugs fulfill the space – I see their loom – May be I have truly turned to mad? They are all around, restless run – Insects with the yellow backs fast spread… Suddenly they all by one are gone! I feel myself hard as brick of lid… …heads of blue cats above me low fly, Yes, two cats are soaring on red air! I am deafened by mew, acid cry! …I am falling, falling in nowhere…
"Why the snow is colored red?" Why the snow is colored red? Why hard shooting hurts my ears? Why the bodies fall down dead? Why on my face freeze cold tears? I stand on a square, wide, Around me all gone in fire. I can’t all my horror hide – Flames are getting brighter, higher! In black sky fighter makes dive, After heard bombs’ deafening sound… Wounded soldier burns alive! Then with shrieks he falls on ground. I see troopers running fast… Blast! And two of them are gone! Then a flash, another blast… There is nothing! All is done. What is this? I can’t believe! What is going on right here? What’s the reason – they can’t live? What to do to stop this fear? Woman’s standing backed to wall – In her eyes, so scared, brown, I can read a cry, a call… Suddenly she goes down. Tank is forcing his straight way Over corpses, not on snow. On my face a laser ray – I’m the next in their row. I can’t stand and watch all this! If you want to shoot, then now! Do it, let me out, please! And my head I slowly bow… Why the snow is colored red? Why turned deaf both of my ears? Why I’m falling down… dead? Why warm blood melts frozen tears?	"…and the memory remains" …and the memory remains… All the sorrow in my eyes That have turned to glass in stains, Flashing sometimes with dumb cries – There hollow tears set; Hollow not by grief they learned, But by help, they cannot get, As there nothing can be turned. Here I am against my thoughts, For I’m stranded, left alone. Still it so much for me hurts, Despite time already flown. All the pain that I can feel, My remorse and my regrets… Lonely soul can’t get a chill – Does it ever worse gets?! Seems, the darkness just for me, And on me it only rains. Thus dumb tears in eyes to be… …and the memory remains…

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(c) By Fjodor Chrome in 2004.
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