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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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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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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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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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
It was told that long time ago, in a faraway land, in a small town,
Near a majestic, huge mountain lived long ago as it may well be in our Times master mason and carpenter, at his work smart and persistent
By thename Sizif- a stately man, a sway in broad shoulders, great might in body, blacker than pitchdark blackness were his curls,
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Will you always love me Mary?
A tale it was which is all fairy,
Silent anger always romantic fits,
Deeply felt, forgiveness never knelt,
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У нас неподалёку пьедестал стоит, наглядно так совсем пустой грустит,
На нём когда-то тот самый кто руку протянул стоял, стоял,
Всех послал капитал изничтожать, изымать излишки жира и кишки,
Посланные однако с этапа вернулись вождя сняли, посадили и послали,
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We have a pedestal nearby, clearly so completely empty it sulks,
Once upon a time the one who stretched out his hand stood there
Sent away everyone to destroy capital, to remove excess fat and intestines,
Those sent, however, returned from the stage, the leader was removed, Imprisoned and sent away
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Once upon a time there was a king,
Who was called to ask people for forgiveness-
For robbery, stupidity, murder punishable glorification,
Well tell me how to steal a pyramid from a clever people,
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A parrot was detained at the border
For the screams, Glory to Ukraine!
When crossing the border, the Parrot was detained for screaming
Glory to the heroes!
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Art Of Existence
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,
Like super Nova with mighty insistence
Converting ashes and dust into Art of existence
Carry only as much of mortal dust of tears that shadow of your death can trust
the Truth Needs You or the lies -They Tick, Eternally Talk OF the One and the Two
They count the specks, 'is doubts, exchanging 'em for gold! they are the i, they are the ill which is the Littera is added!
Переупрямит солнышко ноченьку, тятеньку доченька, Горлица соловья а мужчину женщина,
Продай печаль свою за медный грошик, За серебряный мой ковшик, за златой тебе посул