Dmitry Wild Poems
She comes up to him… Hey, how are you doing!
I got bruised climbing a tall mountain I thought that the black diamond would be on top, but instead the crystal was in my heart
Beautiful people From the crazy city Always on the run, Never see the sun
And we run, we're always on the run Seizing days with our eyes All those days are so alike
Nebulas We are driving through space All memories fade
Fanatics Kicking The Ball Around
those fanatics kicking the ball around waiting for someone to make the connection with his will of pleasing the crowds the screaming yelling fans
Glee, Flee And Free
I set my heart free Like a 20 year old girl It will be sensitive to the whispers Of the wind
Warrior In The Mind
Dents Why did I put a dent in my heart Why do I always blurt dirt out
Am I Really Here?
I will paint my face And go on stage I will impress And I will dance
Look at her trying to photograph her mind Look at him trying to paint the picture of the time Look at me trying to tie two words together Look at them creating something even better
Nazi Men And Mozart's Concert
Music flies from the fingers through the big black speakers Into our reluctant ears the sea of sounds, emotions, caresses Explodes inside, intensely we soar among the dead, like a wolf and a prey Between the rugs and carpets, pirouettes lifted, dropped, lost forever.
Oh music you are the ocean inside I spread my wings over the moody surface of the melodic water
Oh I miss you girl When you are so far away I need your touch To rescue me
Since 196o’s The party never changed the golden days of night are still alive today
Oh I miss you girl
When you are so far away
I need your touch
To rescue me
From the thoughts of my head
And the tendencies to slip off into the unknown
My wagon is going down hill…
i gotta catch this wind
From here to eternity
you are my dream...