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Tamara Gabriel Poem
Come to me, pretty boy,
Not knowing that you are going to die.
You're a nice guy, tanned,
You will leave the firmament of the earth.
You think you've won me over,
And the heart is full of passion?
Oh no, there's darkness and fire magic
And before you know it, you'll come to your senses.
I will close my mouth with a kiss forever,
And he will die thoughtlessly, unattractively.
But he's not that kind of person,
Once even dead looks arrogant.
I will hide my fervent heart far away,
Why would a soulless creature need it now?
So stupid he got caught and easy,
And his death will save me from decay.
His soul, the pledge for eternal life.
I'll pay the ransom to live forever,
Only his blood will spray on his lips,
And the Grimoire will probably show its speed.
I haven't lived among people for a hundred years,
And a lot of souls have already been given away.
I'm not afraid of anyone's Holy lash.
The religion of the people was forged by deception.
And after death nothing awaits us,
There is no life or death penalty.
Believe me, no one lives twice.
There is no truth more sad.
Copyright © Tamara Gabriel | Year Posted 2020
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Tamara Gabriel Poem
Earth is not like heaven at all
No meaning, no environment,
Every second screams: "Kill!"
And enters the arms race.
There is a war going on here and there,
And people hit each other hard,
Why is the war a mystery,
And it's not supposed to be related to oil…
Every new law is a fraud.
It has a double meaning,
It hides a thick fog,
And its purpose is unclear.
People like to distort everything
Religion, love, morality,
They don't want to respect anyone
Their money attracts the distance.
We will never be equal,
Even if you work hard.
We always bear a share of the blame,
Therefore, we are not consciously equal.
Knowing all the perverse values,
And knowing the abomination under the cross,
How can you say for sure,
What planet is this-a Paradise home?
Copyright © Tamara Gabriel | Year Posted 2020
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Tamara Gabriel Poem
Now I can tell for sure,
That I know a lot about life.
I can tell you something about people
And this opinion is not strict at all.
You know, looks are pretty deceptive,
And cute faces hide the axe behind their backs.
Knowing this, I'm a little unhappy,
I won't be so naive anymore.
Man's eyes are like a pool,
There is an extreme depth of feeling hidden in them.
And hide the deception in them, I'll tell you simply,
Sometimes in our life it is impossible.
People judge without noticing their vices,
They point their finger and shake their tongue.
They never learned their lessons,
And they try to hit me with a word like a bayonet.
Looking at such people, you want to spit,
Hoping that their venom will go away with their saliva.
It's a pity that such people can't disappear,
But they can easily not be themselves.
I can't pretend to forgive everyone,
I still see the pretense around me.
It's a good thing I've only been a guest in their lives,
And broke the deceptive circle.
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Tamara Gabriel Poem
You know, there is no fatigue yet,
At least the whiskey was silvered.
Lo and behold, the age is just a shock,
And it turned my head terribly.
I'm not tired, not at all!
Where does age come from here?
But time suddenly flies faster,
And the years begin to round off quickly.
And I feel the strength of the old tide,
But tomorrow it will be different.
Life is not for those who are very cowardly,
And it's not about luck.
But I'm not tired, not at all!
Don't expect me to give up without a fight!
I will win back many more years,
And I will not let time flow in vain!
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Tamara Gabriel Poem
People live with an inflated ego,
They think they rule the world.
Their little souls are covered with snow,
The world is just a shooting gallery.
School is no longer an assistant,
Its functions are, alas, lost.
She stupefies children on purpose,
So that they can think little.
People talk but don't listen,
They don't want to understand others.
It's more important for them to be the best,
How to help those who are scared.
Everyone tries to bite their neighbor,
To get above it yourself.
This story, as feat told
And received a medal on behalf of Himself.
Don't tell me what I can't do,
How do you know whether can or not?
You only see your limits
And just jealous, looking after.
I always walk away from people like that,
There's no point in talking to a dumbass.
They live only in their stupidity,
And they don't know who to cling to.
Copyright © Tamara Gabriel | Year Posted 2020
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Tamara Gabriel Poem
Remember how long ago it was?
Remember your hometown?
It was very depressing sometimes,
But this was our favorite world.
Now it seems that all this was a dream,
But I was never happier afterwards.
Every street was beautiful and lovely
And no one wanted to hurt anyone there.
I remember my old house on Blue street
Saffrons and an Apple tree bloomed under the window.
I was so attached to that house,
That I missed him every day afterwards.
And I remember our gray house on New street,
Where there was a lot of light and heat.
There my youth was very stormy,
I quickly grew up and went forward.
As an adult, I went far away to study,
I never went back to the old house.
Faces disappear from memory
And I see my youth only as a dream.
Hometown on the back of the country,
I love him with all my heart and soul,
The memory of him is always strong
My town always calls me home.
Copyright © Tamara Gabriel | Year Posted 2020
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Tamara Gabriel Poem
Secrets can bring us closer together.
But is this really the case?
After all, intimacy can't reflect
Your secrets are like a mirror.
Secrets can create friendships.
But how long will the glue fortress last?
Secrets can't be given away
All loyalty to friendship, and without regret.
Secrets can create a family.
But the price is exorbitant!
After all, the truth is not capable of dying,
Family on lies only smoke deception.
Secrets can kill -
This is the unquestionable truth!
Any lie can only destroy
And the magic of creation is not granted to her.
Secrets are like bombs, they don't explode right away
They have been waiting for years to gain strength.
One their explosion and on someone else's narrative
And you have your life in pieces to collect.
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Tamara Gabriel Poem
When I dream, which is very often,
I'm flying into space with my thoughts:
...Add a contrast color there…
...Ah, it is a pity not the citizenship…
...Start a career as a science fiction writer?..
...Hmm, the room is not the decoration!
When I walk on the road,
I think about a lot of things:
About warm countries in November,
The fight against higher taxes,
Where can I get silverware?..
And how to end the tedious dialogue?
When I sit at the window
I think it's difficult:
When you live all alone…
You can't stay in a hospital…
And there is no money, credit is a burden…
But you still need to do something.
And there's a lot of work to do
All thoughts of jumping vigorously:
...I don't think I'm brave,
...And the coffee smells spicy…
...Kids are circling around,
...They don't have enough pianos…
And only when I read
All thoughts disappear.
I am immersed in a different world of being,
Where all mistakes are read aloud to me.
There I will rest, in the land of oblivion,
Where thought forms slowly subside.
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Tamara Gabriel Poem
TIC-TAC-toe, TIC-TAC-toe,
And we are at war with ourselves.
We are like little, scary dwarfs
We sit, all the best in ourselves is destroyed.
TIC-TAC-toe, TIC-TAC-toe,
And they draw crosses on our backs.
Our sins are sometimes so great,
That we are walking a mile atonement.
TIC-TAC-toe, TIC-TAC-toe
We shed blood reluctantly.
We are innocent of being traitors
And we perish, flying into the abyss.
TIC-TAC-toe, TIC-TAC-toe
We laugh at someone's pain,
And even heavenly messengers,
Sprinkle their wounds with white salt.
TIC-TAC-toe, TIC-TAC-toe,
And we are still behind the fence.
We have violated all the laws of logic,
And we catch the air with our mouths closed.
TIC-TAC-toe, TIC-TAC-toe
We couldn't change ourselves.
We are still big fans
The ones that burned us in the past.
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Tamara Gabriel Poem
I always wanted to fall in love,
To make my heart suddenly beat faster,
To connect the colors of life,
With the melody of love sounding.
He must be tall and patient,
And with jokes quite on you,
He is brave and very fair,
His love is not like smoke.
He's not a star, of course,
But become a man in it.
He won't betray me,
And his passion burns with fire.
He's not some street mugger,
In it to become a man since childhood
His soul has long been wise,
He's been raised that way since he was a kid.
He doesn't wear gold chains
And he doesn't like tights,
He's great at everything
And he goes through life easily.
When will we meet him one day,
He will recognize me and understand everything at once.
We will suddenly light up with the same color,
And he will simply sweep away all obstacles.
Copyright © Tamara Gabriel | Year Posted 2020
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