Gate Eleven


 When faith troubles

Guilt just doubles

Happiness withers away

Innocence fades with sun’s last ray

Yet never rises again on the next day

"The Gate" painting by Yordan Dimitrov

“The Gate” painting by Yordan Dimitrov

Faces of roses
lose charm

carries harm

Conquer devils churches’ rear

Turns a holy bond
to a venomous spear

Honest rhythms disappear

Purity escapes dawn

Evil winds moan

Putting off love in each bedroom

Kissing death either the bride or her groom

Overshadows a lasting gloom

Time anchors in a thrill

Everyone’s gone writing his final will

Adam and Eve have set fire in heaven

Spread wide Hell’s gates that count to eleven

Eleven they’ve become, for Mankind wasn’t satisfied by The Deadly Seven


Raped Glory


And they taught us seasons are four!

Millennia kissed “The Soul”

Birthed and aging in fall

With each tick, her fall falls once more

“Journey Along the Edge of Earth” painting by Vladimir Kush

Falling; falling goes the rain

Till eyes of heaven are left dry

For the sun; yearns a crowded sky

That promised a visit, yet keeps missing her train


Gambling winds blow; blow

Clocks sleep deep, and snore

Still ticks make no universe to explore

And only birth hearts of snow

Running and hiding, and where to hide?

Shelters of circling confusion!

Wisdom at the feet of illusion…

And Jesters still call it a pride!


Striving to keep her glory

Jesters raping her grace

Uprooting eyes from her face…

That’s Universal Knowledge, and this is how she foretells her story