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The Puzzle

The kid has lost a piece of the puzzle
He did not think that everything is intertwined
Like the arteries in his heart
The kid was lost in time
He felt lonely in his own body
Does the world have the ultimate architect?

Does the world have only one architect?
The kid wants to see the full puzzle
Why he feels the pain in his body?
He did not think that everything is intertwined
The kid runs out of time
Like the blood runs through his heart

The kid forgot about his pumping heart
Maybe he is being watched by the architect
Maybe the puzzle piece was lost in time
Maybe he is the master of his puzzle
The kid wants to know if everything is intertwined
Like the alveoli in his body

The brain is the master of his body
Only its will can stop his beating heart
The kid was told that everything is intertwined
There cannot be only one architect
One could not create the whole puzzle
Everything is boundless like time

Does the kid have enough time
For his organs in the body
To figure out the puzzle?
The kid becomes allied with his heart
And he denies the architect
Because every piece in the puzzle is intertwined

The galaxies in the Universe are intertwined
Like the puzzle piece and time
The kid knows who is the architect
Like his brain knows his body
The kid finds the lost piece in his heart
And finishes the puzzle

The kid knows that everything is intertwined like the cells in his body
He has a whole universe of time for his beating heart
Everyone is an architect of their own puzzle
Babylon

In dead dreams of the tower of Babel,
In the coliseum with moonwalk,
She strolls on his solar plexus,
Writes the lines in his fable.
In the town of shed tears,
In his concrete box,
She shines like sun
With moonwalk
On his
Body.
From cells
In his chest
He reserved her
A place next to heart
And his lonely lungs.
Among dead bodies and corps
He waited for her everlong
From the walls of the tower of Babel

Les Mirables

Breath
Inside
Their ashes,
Shards of mirrors,
Your scattered pieces you cannot restore.
Begone to Hell from our Eden garden
Enslave your soul,
Be with them
Drown in
Coal
Anathema

The solid gate of fallen eyes of yours
Locked ziggurat within thy maimed blue heart
Thine arms are pure when mine are full with spours
Will you pass keys from your arteries' art?

Cold stone lies where aorta should pump blood
Ziggurat's guards will stand till my soon death
Shall I now dig through thy polygon's mud?
On your red shores will be my fatal breath

Yet I saw through thy gates a glowing Space
Where stars would blind all of Creation
Thine comets are stitching brightful laces
And falling on planets of Elation

Thy mere cold sight is my eternal curse
And thy anathema will be my hearse
Ares

Where God made his steps,
The dust has settled on the road,
Of the City which felt asleep.
At 00:00 p.m. laid the shadow
On the wooden doorstep
And He appeared timid.
He was tired after the battle
Against the dead, deceived city,
When all people crave resurrections
Near the stone tomb of His own.
He was tired after the battle
Against the lies and slander,
And his questionable decisions.
He is a stranger among His friends,
Becoming an outcast among men,
He appeared in the doorway,
Driven by His faith.
"Hypocrite!", "He's crazy!"
"He is ought to be prisoned" -
The hum in already held fightings says
Who Breaks the silence,
It does not matter: the demon, the Devil
People will all devour them anyway
God Ares is drunk with blood and
Angel's wings are burning
The Evil and the Good are fighting
Since the creation of mankind
In the battle for the name of Man,
So far only the blood is flowing.
He appeared in the doorway and
Blotting out the face from his smile.
The Devil sits in his palace
Watching failing attempts to save Rome.

- By: Anastasia
Khomchenko