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Cleopatra and Superman

CLEOPATRA AND SUPERMAN

If I had a little bit of likes more,

Maybe I would get some inspiration

Maybe I would get the better score

For D very best foundation

 

Where all the warriors are sleeping

In a big ocean of sweet and tears,

Where all women are not cheating

About their tensions and years

 

And why, by the way, all the souls

Were born somewhere and sometime?

It is not to make the bomb holes

But to eat bread and to drink wine.

 

Why Cleopatra, for sample, had that hair

And why Superman has that nice coat

That make the man to turn the air?

Are those things to ruin them both?

A Snowball

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Many of my childish games

Were very mean

I liked to push snowballs

To make people scream

 

Once upon a time

The boys played on the stage

Much drinks & vine

I felt as I am in cage

 

They smashed guitars

Never came behind bars

 

They were eating paper

Never saw the skater

That was pushing the snowballs

To the corners of their coats

 

Many of my childish games

Were very mean

I liked to push snowballs

To make people scream

 

The drummer gets angry

At last someone was surprised

He put me away very frankly

And I left those guys

 

Went on the train

Waiting all night

On the rain

To start a fight

 

He came home at sunrise

And he kissed me and touch

But he liked those guys

He liked them very much

 

I said him I’m sorry

He said don’t worry

The concert succeeded

I had to beat it

 

Many of my childish games

Were very mean

I liked to push snowballs

To make people scream

Best portraits, or twenty synonyms of gloom

Source: Best portraits, or twenty synonyms of gloom

A Pupil Better Than Master

LAUGHING

You used to tell me it does not worth anything

Everything I knew and tried to explain

You used to make me stop with laughing

You made me angry I could not restrain

 

You decided to go away where I used to long

And now I am in that same position

To become an ignorant but very strong

And to make people laugh, put them into collision

 

Am I supposed to continue your practise?

To make  people angry in themselves

And to make them to live in a sort of peace

Where laughing exist and nothing else?

 

Are we all supposed to die of implosion

Be cause we do not want much explaining?

Is that relly the best looking emotion?

Is smile on the lips really the best training?

Cold Blood

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I’ve had enough of trying,

I want one good harvest success,

I want to find the right topic for my style.

And without false respect,

I’d rhymes even bring along,

just to complete this drill.

 

It would seem that all of this less important;

If you do not have a theme, or a description of feelings,

what is it some other knowledge?

This to me has never been to the credit,

I just keep my promises

I will explore.

 

Are cold heart deserved poetry?

Do be cool is to be excommunicated?

Do not, however, important to always be yourself?

Even if someone has a brain lesion,

happens to be nevertheless authorized

squeeze a song in your cut.

 

Do you know that the soul can suffer cold,

that’s why the cold so much pain.

Do you know that the pain can not compose?

Do you know that song may be shortened

while only one such verse poured

of which almost nothing he can not hope?

 

The songs still blazes, more difficult to communicate

all the pain, suffering, searching and yearning,

even if it is both in the form of perfection.

No verse then we should not spend the night

at home, in the heart of where it begins pursuit

even if there is only a single feature.

01.09.2015. 03:34

Dying Alive

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While we walked into the sunset

The old man was crying of blues

He was really too much upset

For the first time he heard the news

 

It was about everything you said before

Nobody believed such nonsense

We all met on the sunset shore

Between us there was not any tense

 

You skipped the stories about dying

To stay alive was of great matter

Alive for the life without crying

There was no reason for the battle

 

When the old man said I am alive

You said cannot be more alive than me

I am the one who is prepared to die

And you’re just one who wants to be

Below-petals of the Lilies

BELOW PETALS OF THE LILIES
I would drink again sweet nectar
that are not only syrups plant
but painstakingly derived missing
from fruits full of petals of lilies,

Eager to move small jumps
to the huge flower without fragrance
so as not to be drowned in the juices
they flutter between flower outline

Of which coming on light dizziness
but at the very attempt inhalation
early summer rain drops of below-petals
after a morning ascent Aglow

The vast and invisible nostrils
which I am only partially aware
but mind the existing hairpin
as infant jelly raw

And so I am familiar with a garden atmosphere
I’m losing it from the memories
from which I wake up to another delivery
eternally present bees Acumens

and do not even know what I’m made of
because I do not see any dust and ashes,
I do not believe that is the dawn of them seasoned
because how would I flew that way

While the rare rain dripping aspire to execute me
that they could tell to the Gentiles
that the bees and the people once knew to dig
common roots of these below-petals

Here, I already avails itself of the fruit
I’ve already picked up a spiritual arms
in which counts the number of new ages
and were fed me a great bunch of lilies

And just a breath of freshness looming
modest wish was and jelly.
Oh, and the bird struck up
as if she took my word.

Knitting Lace Woman

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To whom can I write the lyrics my dear?

Whom to write about the poor soul

Those still exist from that ancient year

When she hoped abundant love?

 

From this verse will not the honey flow

Because actually hiding cursing and spasm

And become stiff and cold as ice coal

There bothering me inside sarcasm.

 

Long time when tear dropped

And when the heart fluttered softly and gently

Suddenly trauma some soul washed

And be a poet seems urgently.

 

The heart has all possible love drove

Hardened as a tedious lime scale that set

Only extensively sung about love

And on all the hymnals laid wreath

 

Sometimes the soul blames the other,

And only God tells her to make the effort.

There is no regret or sorrow, or another

Because sometimes one craziness afford

 

Before emotional tears flow,

Resulting caution and fear, and a big emptiness

Maybe it’s good that it drew me and I go,

It’s easier than suffer painful loneliness

 

Who to sing love ballads

I recently arrived closer to God and turn?

He took all the young bards

And now I can no longer return.

If You Change Your Mind Again

August 24, 2015
August 24, 2015

 

Why the heavens you drunk get dry

Why have you been so depressed

While you had a wish to fly high

While your heart was so obsessed

 

throwing your gifts into the wind

because maybe some fool will pick

and certainly not for your bloody skin

and certainly has for you just a kick

 

Why you stopped to eat the ashes

Only be cause of your newborn dream

And did you need to reach higher classes

Only to be a volunteer’s scream

 

throwing your gifts into the wind

because maybe some fool will pick

and certainly not for your bloody skin

and certainly has for you just a kick

 

When you decided to be a homeless

You certainly needed something to blow

Why you took hope and a bit of happiness

Instead to let yourself to make a show

 

throwing your gifts into the wind

because maybe some fool will pick

and certainly not for your bloody skin

and certainly has for you just a kick

 

When you decided to get in love

You certainly had to commit

Why you started to cry for glove

Instead to let the mud to split

 

throwing your gifts into the wind

because maybe some fool will pick

and certainly not for your bloody skin

and certainly has for you just a kick

 

When you heard that you have to be death

You certainly needed to become a liar

Needed to smile to everyone you met

Needed to light the best burning fire

 

throwing your gifts into the wind

because maybe this girl will took a pick

and certainly most for her pale skin

and has for you only to be a lyrics freak

21.08.2015. 15:15

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