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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
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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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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
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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
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It needs so long to cry a river.
It takes too much to bring the Pain.
As postman never knows receiver
There's no point further to sustain
This gorgeous number of skyscrapers,
When each of them is based on clouds.
Only the fleet of huge icebreakers
Can bear crashing down all doubts.
The 'outstanding', 'cheap' or 'priceless' -
We all are here to measure Path,
However, when it comes to 'brightness'
All argues always end in wrath,
All changes always end in violence.
Don't look for Truth beneath the scenes.
It has been made to guard the Silence
And born the awesome children - Sins.
The greatest puzzle of Existence
Is how to Think but not to Judge,
How (overcoming the resistance
Of sludge and bitter taste of grudge)
To gather soul's bits and pieces
And stitch the armor for you All
From dust, from mourning and diseases,
To learn in them at least to crawl.
There is a sense in every picture,
There is a Cross for every line.
And each word's doomed to be a mixture
Of tremble, overcome and tine.
2.02.2013.
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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
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It's the depths of your ocean -
more important than wavelength.
The continuous questioning
stumbles on edge.
Disbalancing proportion
influences the bane's strength.
There's single suggestion: Ink
must be left
as a pledge
to the circles of Living
for the happier dusting
for the better tomorrow
where the Sun WILL arise,
currency is caregiving,
where the lie is disgusting,
where the most pain is sorrow
over choosing unwise.
I hope, somewhere in timeline
our veins will be woven
into something tremendous
like a hydrogen bomb.
I know, this growth is malign.
But I wish I could point
on your heart for momentous
question 'where I come from?"
27/05/2013
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Welcome, Stranger, to my humble little world.
Hope, the Time while you're here won't pass us by,
You'll enjoy the place to which your Fate had hurled
Your weak soul, of folly Wisdom being curled.
Just believe! This nest of cukoo'll make you FLY!
Blooming shadow had been thrown on chimney's stone.
The amount of true Belief has reached the End.
Going Down does NOT relate you to Unknown,
Just remember miles of those who had been blown
Far away, reminding: time IS to be spent.
Some live Landscapes need to be hung in the Hall.
Weeping portraits suit It perfectly as well.
Height of ceiling makes you feel, as earthworm, small.
Just beware of secret doors behind the Wall:
There's a thousand and ten times more to say.
Take a stroll across the gardens of graveyards.
They have gently been grown up with help of God.
Wormy wooden crosses, rooted in the Hearts,
Force you gambling with marked pack of cards...
Jack-pot, hidden in the thought - that's all I've got.
Take your time in ancient library, my Lord.
The Untouchable is Silence of this doors.
It's the highest self-condemning private court
And now you're not in need of a sharp sword
Leading Armies in your mental Honour wars.
06.10.2012
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I'm tired of getting lost in fireworks' woods.
I wonder if you want me to confess.
Don't bother trying handle swinging moods -
tomorrow you'll find one to clean the mess.
I hope there's nothing on to keep you up
like me. No worries - paying for the past.
That's great about you: knowing how to stop,
it's helpful, too, when time is up at last..
That's cruel enough: to crush the World of OZ
without even trying to forget.
At least, it's not my call - to up the dose
Each day, until it turns into regret
'bout something that you hadn't even thought
through. It's just simply a waste of time
and nerves. Everything you hadn't bought
at some Price is the subject of the Crime.
I'm lucky you're not in reading mood
'cause this might've already made me caught.
I'm Grandma of the great Red Riding hood,
still hoping for the better
being shot.
23.08.2013
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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
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