ENO SUTRAMAN

In the humdrum of boredom, flesh kingdom desire
In the stillness of concrete, steel cubicle mire
Blindfolded pinpoint soul with fire
Sire, I see it aflame at star away distance,
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Daytime is gone, arches of twilight
Bring me back home,
Alone-lights and darkness
Greet me, pass me, alone,
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Man is not to inherit goat, ape, lion or cursed cur,
If only your soul is not size animal alpha or beaten- it's core
Flesh may be killed by survival the fittest war,
The spirit thru you, God will survive, reborn,
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Take your poem in both hands and press and squeeze,
Smash square-deadly at each 'not yours', turn your back on it,
Let time hands run their rounds on each line plea for mercy,
Till the poem kneels to kiss the hands of Time and yours, and
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I miss attraction, close-up feeling -you to me
Am I distracting You from something more and more away from me?
Look back and kiss that distance- I am the distance- separated,
Stand still my eyes -you're running, running ye away- from me
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ВОТ ТЕ НА! Человеком правит дух?
Так сказано, затвержено, бубнят так, ой подись ты,
Тычешь, чешешь языком о том, что скверно знаешь-ведь человечий он
Вах, вах, О пророк Исаия-а где-ж подобие Его?
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What on earth are you sorry about? To keep myself above the earth and not under -I Just install my excuse -against any misuse of my poor squalled condition future any trespass.Your roguish tongue has already passed all the limits on earth and above.
Please, I am sorry, no admonition, just change my condition - then roguish my tongue is at peace.
The poor use of your sorry that is, to smooth out your life's bumpy inevitable lease
To express delivery of any happy chance of your squalid condition passed in peace
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While they steal from you,
You steal from those, who
Strictly are not them but me
You may well con dupes but see
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How Far Are Lies From Truth?
Just three ifs-
If Lies are repeated they are not forgotten
If lies are authoritative and profitable, they nod to them in agreement.
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1 A riddle for a man who thinks all the time
Two cats are playing chasing their tails
Another cat eats fish near a stone fence.
Who is superfluous?
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You smash and bang your fists and head against the walls of self contempt,
You curse all possible and fact that's good in real other you,
You damn all life and heaven sphere, friends, relatives of good intent-
Worst enemy on this stage of life is you- marionette string hate attached,
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Sweep you clean your pass intentional for gainthe poet over- the hunt goes on:
The baits carnal international - gal, sum, bank leading in UK -data perused-
Traitsfacial of grief, cosmetics, sorrow special - shock, sympathy seduced,
The ruse sensational -fox mimics fiscal freedom body capabilities reduced,
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Euterpe - the Muse, my Queen
The keen Earseize your crystal echo ting
Ensemble diamond filigreewill sing-
The Verity my heart intone-
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In shrapnel and blood per square inch of mortal flesh of our soil
We do exceed you more than a human can tolerate the times
Of petty puppetry of war, onslaught against our dignity and rights
Of peaceful side by side existence with sunny skies, sea, our blissful land
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The dislocated golden cup teeth amalgamated
Routinely infiltrated high voltage Swiss bank's vaults-
Anonymity disclosed never breath business apart from politics and war-
Golden bars uniform allegiance to gas chamber profits- entity underhuman sods;
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О если б не было той злой печали, что смерть убьёт всё лучшее у нас
Взлелеянное потом и слезами, Учителем упорным вдвинутое в нас
Страданьем, испытанием, победой -признанное правым и святым,
По зёрнышку утаенному в суетности плевел праздных скуки и тоски
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Вглядывается, вслушивается, распластанный силуэт -вскриком шорохов
Шарахнуло, вспять матерком, сглотнул испуг Тимоша Дорохов,
Шепотком проклятий загоняет патрон часом глухим,
Крадётся время иль несётся - перережет горло всем слабым, немым
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Сбыть или не быть фальсификату- вот в чём собака здесь порылась
А если сбыть -то по какой цене себя простить, с подведённым брюхом
Не завыть мне на луну, глодая кость патриотизма-все помнят горькие
Слова из изма -что было ничем, ничьими, никем стало под этикеткой
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