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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!
Copyright © Vilmos Zoltan Galyo | Year Posted 2025
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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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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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I love our cemetery
We are happy there, the mausoleum is our family house
In the Garden of the Lives, you are an authentic actor to your
children. They loved their mom. I loved a hand, respected arms
I love this cemetery. A woman walked on the paths. The Hoped Love
Not mine. The Hoped One.
Broken my life, I gave up. But waiting for you a heart. Dried tears on a heart
Concrete tears. Hidden my heart. Living in the cemetery. I can not find it. Love.
I read the fates. There. In the cemetery. Thoughts going around and around. Winds
The emotional impulse suggestions drive my path in my graveyard to our one love
The One Love. This love of dancing in my respected and wished love to our nature
of loves, the lives. The Lives in my heart. Children. Please, my love, the only one,
touch my heart. Our children haven’t died, they are just waiting for their parents in life
In the time
In time
In our life
My love, please understand it, understand it. The time passed. Three souls gone
Loved you
Loved You
A love
The Love
My life is your sign
Recognize it
Marked by love
Lost
by You
Loved
You
Copyright © Vilmos Zoltan Galyo | Year Posted 2025
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The Affection to the Death
Death and Life. Are they rulers in my life?
No, I don’t think so, only teachers in my strife
They are friends, Life gives life, and Death brings…
… the dark shadow pulling me to another life
He gives life from the future to work away too far…
… only so far from the horrific vortex of the present…
… and change and continue being in a new present…
In a personal and broad future in the Omnipresent Life
Without boards and traps to realize all the things in my mind
to create an absolute poison-free existence to, to…
To live, to create, to happily enjoy life…
… to say thank you to our creator to the Good God
The remaining years
are the preparation
to the after-death-life
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Looking for the unfindable
Unfindable. Is she missed, forgotten, invisible, lost, maybe dead?
I tried to find her everywhere. Workplaces, pubs, cemeteries, nights,
days, past lives, present life, next lives, in the light, and the dark
She does not exist, and that’s why I am alone in my so paralyzed cold life
Hard fact, hot desire, passing fire, shooting star my life turns on in the light
There is no love, but everything is more than love because life starts death of love
Never happening the love there, only the realistic love of mind, the intellectual light
I will live in the light, follow and take the shiny and glittering objectively realistic life
Oh, Light, come into my heart and shall be the way with your light in the life in mine
Light
Life
New
Ever
Light
Founded
Love
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Impurity
Where is the solidity of purity?
Where is the moral of solidity?
And the conservatism of life?
What do I see on the train at night?
Almost naked very young women.
The world has turned upside down.
Spirituality has disappeared from life.
The flesh pursues the soul, and light.
Women are more magnetic in long skirts.
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To die at every moment for the Life
We live of death, every moment dying, our lives always passing
We wake up at every moment of death, our end is the beginning
end-beginning, beginning-end, never stop this life, how can we stop time?
– the answer is easy, so light
Stop the end with no beginning, and you will arrive in the forever life
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Life
Life is so fantastic, an uplifting phenomenon, a dazzling dream
Dream, why are you not a living happiness? Maybe I can’t dream
“You are dreaming.” Always. Creating my loved fate. “Then end.”
“Then end,” said Satan. Why? “Why? You don’t need to create your fate.”
But the fate is not given. Fate comes. “No. Just a stream.” Where is the free will?
Then, where is the free will? “There is no free will. Your free will is chaos.”
Really? My dear Satan, why are you saying this? Why? I want to do my best in life.
“You don’t want to do your best in your life. You are a spontaneous walker.”
Yes, the walk creates my life. I haven’t freedom, but walking is free of love.
“What love?”
You know.
“That doesn’t exist. She enjoys your suffering.”
Thank you. No more similar dreams. I just walk.
“Then walk. Life.”
I’ll do my best.
“No, you are only a walker.”
That’s why.
“Walk alone, without love.”
My way is one person. I want to go.
“Perfect,” said Satan.
Copyright © Vilmos Zoltan Galyo | Year Posted 2025
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