People and leaves

Just like leaves with the seasons, people go through changes. As leaves, the wind will eventually sway and scatter some of them to the behest of the moirai. Unfortunately just as the leaves of spring, they will come to a cold end in the winter.
-Lucian Volkov.

Why not?

Personal thought of the day:When thrown in to the pits of hell, most men will attempt to climb their way up to the surface. Why is that? In my humble opinion man is obsessed with some kind of sense of righteousness. Why not embrace the "hell" that you believe has swallowed you whole? Instead of becoming a servant to someone else's "light", become master of your own shadows. Just a thought.-Lucian Volkov.

In The Air.

 

Memories forgotten.
Intentions faded.
In darkness was rotten.
The path was fated.
Now the wind that blows my way.
Brings a wisp of yesterday.
Reviving thought, your name and mine.
The things ive sought, the name i'd sign.
The trigger pulled.
A little clearer.

The ones ive fooled.
How would i meet her.
My mind awakened.
To my red past.
My heart forsakened.
How will i last?
-Lucian Volkov.

Short Poem.

For love we'd reach.
And life would teach.
That both need some persistence.
The rain will fall.
Above us all.
Sustaining all existence.
The winds will sing.
Make branches swing.
Abandoning resistence.
All stars would shine.
My sky and thine.
Bringing foreward our deliverance.

-Lucian Volkov.

Spanish Love letter

El viento sopla en tu pelo. Inspirando mi corazon.
Que la noche nos esconda, y sea testigo a nuestro amor.
Niña bella no me mires, no meresco tu calor.
Este lienzo en el que pinto con palabras mi cancion
No ha capturado ese instante de alegria y la pasion.
Niña mia lo que siento va mas lejos que la razon.
Incomprensible, inadquirible el sentimiento de dolor.
Las angustias y penurias muy ajenas a los dos.
Intoxicados, enhebrados por el opio del amor.
Insparados por las musas que dirigen mi cancion.
Ojos fijos hacia el cielo, luna llena, su candor.
No persiben la malicia, ni comprenden el horror.
Esta noche lo que importa, es solamente nuestro amor.

-Lucian Volkov.(S.C.)

Corazon Lastimado.(Spanish)

Os digo pues que igual a como las hojas de los prados han de cambiar de color y marchitaran, tambien vuestro corazon llegara a ser lastimado por el frio del invierno. Pero os ruego y no dejeis que marchite, teniendo siempre en mente, que pronto llegara la primavera en el cual los calidos dias lo reviviran nuevamente.
-Lucian Volkov.

Life and Science.

I see my life as a Big Ol' Experiment. I have lots of questions, reached a hypothesis, analysed the variables and currently testing them out. Hopefully ill get results and reach a conclusion some day.
-Lucian Volkov.