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I'M Sorry

I'm sorry for you, for all I DID mean to.
I'm sorry for truth yelling under the letters.
I'm sorry for gloom I used to be into.
I'm sorry for words that were ment to be better.

I'm sure you'll learn how to be optimistic,
and all of your sorrow will burst in a firework.
I'm sure you'll taste both the carrot and broomstick,
and critic with sarcasm will become a fair quirk.

I'm sure you'll manage to blow off the ceilings,
to do something wierd, worth to be accused of.
I hope that you'll learn to sort out the feelings
and born the new tenet out of the used stuff.

I want you to find something to govern.
I wish you object every slightest assurance.
I warn you to leave any secret uncovered
so it won't appear as nightmare to you once.

Be careful with matches, refuel the gaslight, 
extinguish the candle, let the night to mourn.
I'd say, single point to fear the Last fight:
to set Life aside until you'll have to moor.

8.04.2013
NikA

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The Last Call To You

After the Last LastCall
everything should undoubtedly END.
Put plans aside, take a stroll:
nothing completely drives round the bend.

After the last sigh of Hope
words will dry out on the dead lips.
Nothing on Earth then could cut the rope
tying life-laces by your fingertips.

Beyond the last deadlock or line
something forbidden is hidden like wraith.
Your path is surely about to decline
if you could blame it all on the Faith.

Afore the last fate-forming pace
somewhere is waiting the treasure of Grief.
So don't expect all struggles you'll face
to form your clinical record in brief.

I'm scared of wounds, but tell me it all:

Will there be something reminding of me?
Something unnecessary, tiny, small?
Will I be ready to fully agree
to never rise as high as you're tall?
Is there a True Love and why should it be?

I'll send you my secret with the white owl.
'cause of it even The Berlin Wall 
Some time will crack, shudder and fall.

"Confessing!" states the ancient scroll.

But, I'm afraid, even then I will crawl
towards the face which is hard to recall
after the last LastCall

25/05/2013
NikA

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Distorted Perception of Reality

It's all about love,
All Madness, Pain and Misery.
But what makes it so rough
That hurts all stones so easilly?

Eternal question 'What?'
Which causes all the troubles.
But askless men are odd
Like stonish soap bubbles.

The topic is the least
Of what we're always worry.
The more important 'Beast'
Is how to feel no Sorry.

Emotions are obscure
for those, who are 'Successful'.
Much better: Ride the rules
Unless your life'll be stressful.

The point is to find 
The EmoLogic balance,
And here, if you don't mind,
I'll hide behing the valance.

It's up to each of us
Which road'll be taken,
But be sure not to trust
Those thoughts, which did just broke in.

                               15.08.2012.

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All Differ In Alloy

It's time for my great NAVY to ashore,
in dandelion summer rest in peace,
forgetting anchor in the bog - to soar,
or rust neglected in the glitch, at least.

It's time to realize what you have meant 
by saying that you ought to make it hurt.
And, purely clear in this fair intent, 
you have wound up treating me like dirt.

You're still completely sure in your rave 
that life has been arranged in that way,
that if you want here something to be saved
than it shall be destroyed right away.

Our times.. for thirteen crazy rainy springs
to thoroughly forget them I have sworn.
Just stop impersonating in my dreams
All dreads and sorrows, binded up with thorn.

I wish that each my flattop had own wings.
I wish that all my fighters were shot down
and drowned in grace, defying misty winds.

I wonder.. will you lose your stainless crown?

1/06/2014
NikA

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Caution

You'll cry a pond or the ocean,
but who will care?
The one and only, plucky motion
I should've dare.

It's really hard to recover 
from the fever.
'In any case don't let it govern
the gravity lever!'
I'd been taught. It all ended
in conflagration.
Beside the grave knees were bended
in consolation.

I should've learnt: what's born
in flames and fireworks -
a deadly curse, poisoned thorn,
epitaph of forewords.

But noone care, except, maybe,
hysteric loner,
who'd lost the key for the abbey
inside the manor
belonged to misery and tears, 
steady dejection.

I'm glad to face only peers 
in foes' reflection.
I'm glad to thank you for Nothing
which can't be bare,
for that thrown rocks which had roughen
mine soft nightmare.

I'm glad to say, lucky you, 
I'll overcome this..
Although, you know, to tell the truth,
I hope, I won't miss
this perfect script in the clouds,
swing in the garden...
I want to say, at least, wanted... 

I beg you pardon.

{
I love you. 
Pardon.
}

18.03.2013
NikA

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Ferris Wheel

Days through days.
  Fire in snow.
Someone says:
  'Ground - below'

Hard to find
  Sense to live,
But pulse in mind:
  'Chance to give'

Grow the Soul,
  Ruin the maps.
Heart is bowl
  Full of traps.

Greatest thing 
  Ever learned:
Since you blink
  Path - returned.

              6.08.2012
                     NikA

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Windmills of the Mind

Over the days I've been, mile after mile,
Wandering over the path of exile,
Singing that songs, that are cursed for the trial,
Whispering your damned name.
Headed, survived the most terrible fail,
Still to the light of the entity. Pale,
Weak and distressed, I'm forever in scale,
Tied to self-blamable frame.

Greetings to everyone, faced on the road,
Are sent with a slight reminder of owed.
I am still writing the shrift to the Toad,
Hoping for doing the best.
Wishing a drowsiness, gained as a gift,
Praying for foolishness - happiness's lift,
Searching for truth, which enables to shift,
Locking, like cage, my thrilled chest. 

Drowning in miracles, daydreams and fears,
My throat refused to swallow the tears,
Strictly forbidden in the inner spheres:
Not to let mercy break out.
But this is it, and the major it's aim:
To let you know before you start to blame
Me, crazy mind or my doubtful fame
For saying all this aloud.

                          8.12.2012.

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The Demolition

Our white castle is starting to vanish  
I doubt we'll be able to rebuilt this ruins.
Those feelings that we're supposed to cherish 
appear to be even less than the Blue is.

I'm trying to sort out the pieces of gloomy
reflection, which somehow I ended up saving,
still seeking for "better", for flames in the blooming
and stinking like corpse our mutual craving.

And our grey castle was starting to fragment, 
from every crack spilling extinguished  stardust.
Now, while you're begging that's not what you have meant,
you still claim my life evoking that bizarre lust.

But our black castle'd been starting to crumple.
For decades it also will have left neglected.
And our gold line was coiled up into sample 
of how two mad souls should Not be connected.


That grave Acid rain is disastrous and Hot.
But although it causes an awful distress,
it seems like this spring with "forget-me-not"
will never reborn in "Forgetting-you-yes".

4.05.2014
NikA

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Links

Behind the curtain, and the veil, and the canopy
it's hard to find out what it's really meant to be.
The more you try to sort it out the higher is entropy,
and the most frequent solid answer comes: 'Maybe...'

The toughest question ever asked becomes a mirror
when, been unconcious, you expect to win the race.
Nevertheless don't aim so high: to gain a lira
in whole Big Life, even the cause's hard to embrace.

The path which leads to heavy boots and hidden meanings 
is begging you in any case not to enroll.
'Cause almost all backpackers used to end up gleaning
the shattered, smashed aglitter aureole.

Some soon discovered the mysterious misfortune
in the peculiar mist of graveside near the bank
where river Thames is joining Styx, where have been tortured
the smartest ever. With their heart on poisoned fang
of folly beast named Mental Heresy Disorder
they have been burnt, and squeezed, and hung on careless tongue.
They only wanted to get rid of pungent odour
of universal lies, which still fills our lungs.

The others realized the bitter tear,
(which's always following the greatest of the world
with hidden grin and buried misery and fear)
dug down inch and miles, raised up and pearled.

The big mistake for all will be to join this drifting
and try so hard to solve all puzzles of the Sphinx,
but, anyway, there is no stunt without shifting
when you're not allowed to leave behind some links.

13.03.2013
NikA

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The Monster

Tired, exhausted, extinguished.
It will all become forgiven.
Each your reflection's distinguished,
but soon all will parish, and even
your deepest and most precious secret
will loose the importance and cost.

So burn out your fears in liquid - 
in gasoline tears in the frost!
So aim forward, daring and fearless,
don't let the results bring you down!
So SMASH what you're scared of, release this
and don't let a thing make you frown!

The Monster, engraved on the blanket,
is real as long as you wish
and still holds the chains on your anklet
preventing you from the free swish.

It's glory is bitter and faceless,
although, the most steady on earth.
Indeed, you should learn how to bear this
in spite of there is nothing worth.

The Monster is You and your inner
And Everything, sank in disgrace.

Please, swear, that you, being winner,
will never forget it's cursed face.

12/05/2013
NikA