Ihor Victor Adaškievic Poems

Tongues nail to the gates of truth.
And you say what is dictated from above:
All this moralism, the cult of the family,
Religion and saluting the flag.
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A few people called me a poet,
While others labeled me a salesman. But,
I never saw myself
As either one or the other.
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Young people who lack the basics,
Boast of being in Cyprus,
Unaware of old rock bands and Kerouac,
No watches, dressed simply in black.
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I am
Today.
I went into the yellow house.
A girl
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In realms where intellect takes form,
Amidst the depths where thoughts are born,
A wanderer embarks, seeking light,
On a journey for truth, day and night.
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