The crowd is a beastThe crowd is a beast that crawls on the streets,The crowd is a beast by IAstartov
People swarms in the honeycombs of buildings;
I hear how snake-like faucet hiss,
My neighbors staring at their muttering television.
My memory throws a picture by picture,
Bristling with events, thus making me amazed;
Some words, woven from the scraps of talking,
At my weakened mind like a thread interlace.
Cables and wires, straying, creep throughout apartments
Through the narrow arches of the furniture legs;
There are loud cries of agony under my windows
From the people clutched to the ideals of ancient.
And the rain pours tapping on this world with acid,
It erodes to oblivion all former values.
Sunken in the drowsiness, got away from present
I am searching ways to renewed time.
Abyss of thoughts and desiresDay by day I plunge deeperAbyss of thoughts and desires by IAstartov
Into the abyss of thoughts and desires,
Drowning inside, horrified,
Yet, at the same time, enjoying,
Captured by this wonderful world
Where at past I lived a lot,
Sheltering from murmurs of others
Behind a wall.
I am bad at speakingI am bad at speaking,I am bad at speaking by IAstartov
I am bad at talking:
My mind too long seeking
True words worth be spoken.
I rarely create something, so there is little to upload to show here. So I am more observer than creator. Some day it may change. Anyway I glad to see many talented people and I am inspired by their works.|
It's hard for me to express feelings about any artwork, so I often use in comments words like "amazing", "great" and etc. or even can write nothing. I wish I can say more and give critique, not only few words.