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Vilmos Zoltan Galyo Poem
Being a Lonely Asteroid
Billions of years in the universe of time, millions of solar systems
galaxies, living stars, dead stars, speeding starlights of dead worlds
My solitude is this life, scud through in infinity, in the space, a cold life
I am just a pebble, like my brothers in the ocean. This is our life
No one understands us. Suffering my asteroid heart. I can’t land
I can’t find a stable place for my billions of years old life. Oh God!
I can’t find a heart, a lifemate, a love, a woman, I can’t create a family
Because I have to move always. My end is the scud, the speed. Hmm
No stop. Never. Just go, go, go… No time to die. But I need. Long this
Hmm. My nature, my life is my end. If I land, then I will explode
Nothing will remain and stay of my life
Just my invisible grave in the crater
Hmm
This is
The Poor
Asterid
Life
I will continue my life
In the ocean
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Pain
Follower
Poison
Fate
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Women’s Day
Women, the other side of life
Of Life. The Life can’t live
Without this side. Loved lives
In my life missing this side
But in my mind exists this life
I love ladies, all of them on the side
My side too, happy to know it
I am not alone, I feel all of them
I love You, I love you, Women,
Without you not exists the life
Please, open the gate to your
To your life, give me your side
Change and make for light
My heart
The Women’s Day
The best day of the year
We can say thank you
We can ask the ladies
For forgiveness
Our sins are so heavy
We have been hurting
Women for thousands of years
We are saying and waiting
the forgiveness
Happy Women's Day!
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Vilmos Zoltan Galyo Poem
Agression
Where come from? From the mind? From the soul?
Is it genetic? No. It’s not that. Then? From second
Second? Yes. The second person. That’s not an ego
The second you. Sure. Lives with you. Drive. Demon
But not all aggressive
I have one. Friendly
He wrote this poem
Please, take difference
He
Asks
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November
November, the beginning of the month, autumn is still shining and waving
A low ray of light breathes hope and gives warmth
It's cold, an invisible frost already on my skin
I feel the cold, the wind of the winter world, its breath, the sky,
below
Even then, I will return, back, and the memory will last
And I keep the kindness and love of autumn and summer
A new world welcomes you, it's every season, and there's no cycle
There is no repetition, there never was, and every season was once
there is no same…
It was only once, like the days, like me, I'm an illusion
Illusion, unreality, and reality never find me
I live in the shadow, and I am only a shadow; an invisible
The sun sometimes looks at me from behind the clouds and catches a ray of light
And November starts again
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Teach me to love
Need. Yes. A woman.
To love
Learn the love
Again. I am deeply disappointed
In the women
The reality is that fearing
I am afraid of the law and women
If I watch a woman, that could be sexual harassment
If I touch a woman, that is sexual harassment
I have no law. No protection
I am a victim of a law
This is the reality. Hmm
Poor men
All of them are suffering
Hmm
Hmm
I want to love
Could you teach me?
How can I love?
In this situation and world?
Tell me
And give love
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Can we do it together?
“Hi! How are you?” an Indian lady asked me.
After work, I left the building of my workplace.
She also worked there. Just in a different department.
This company is in Greenford. Very nice. It is in London.
“Do you have children? Do you have a family?” she asked.
“No, I haven’t”, I answered. “Can we do it together?” she asked.
I laughed and then walked to the bus stop. It happened many years ago.
She was very young. Innocent. She lived in Hayes, and I lived in Wembley.
I often think of her honest, pure glaze and beautiful black eyes. Hmm.
But I don’t know where she is now. Hmm. Too late. I was very stupid. Live alone
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Humility
Radiating to you. My respect. Be a ruler heart
Oh, waited, loved love. Just mine. Slave a life
My tear is your rainbow in your light. Be a love
I want. I want a part. I want to respect. Just you
Yeah. Please, open the gate of your heart. Love
Be a love. The boss, and save your loss. A love
I need. I need a part. Respect and keep a love
Hmm. Wished. Just wished. Always. Your life
Tell me. How can I love? How can I respect you?
How? I don’t know the way to your heart. Hmm
No map, no key. I had a plan. Killed it, you will
Wish the lost lives. You were our life. Singing
We are waiting for you. The time of the past is so far. Dark love
Lives need you. Waiting for you with humility. Me too. Love
Change your life
Please
Hoped love
Find your way
I needed to be
Your humility
I needed to respect you
Time gone
Pay attention
Your life gone
My was yours
Respected you
Your love
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No more love
No more, no more love from humans
A woman destroyed my only one life
My soul screams. No more love liar!
No more love. Women. Love human
‘Follow me’
Satan
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If I could have lived my life
Then this life is not mine. Not mine. Then this present has gone too far
I didn’t wait this time. Never. I needed the love. But that didn’t work
Doesn’t work the love? Unacceptable, my life? Yes. This is the reality
Solitude is the price for my independent life. I am paying the penalty
Hmm. Price? Penalty? Hmm. I am telling the truth. Looser life is best
Goodbye, my lost life, I feel good in the undertime, this world is mine
I needed to live my life. Very. But the psychology crossed my own will
I couldn’t put the fruit of my dream on the altar. Monsters’ science kill
Kill you
Kill me
Everyone
Don’t give up
God gave a way
Restless solitude
Is my life
We will met
In the Eternal
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