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Unexpected Prince The Charming
As a latecomer arrived
And was very much regretting
For the fact a little later. :-)
I was dead or maybe sleeping
But no more after he kissed me.
All the world have been forgotten
While my head was gently spinning.
Even after all his efforts
To convince me he is real
Still I often have some doubts
Every moment when can’t touch him.
Just remember ‘saw him smiling
And was seized at the second,
Not allowed to forget his
Sparkling eyes, lips so suggestive.
Since the night and still it here
Magic butterfly’s wings trembling
On the middle of my nose.
Not to blink, afraid of breathing.
26.02.2017
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I keep spelling your name like a spell,
And it's making me feel like alive,
And forgetting whole world and myself,
And believing that I still can fly..
What the magic was used so hard
That for years I'm calling your name,
Even knowing all from the start,
Even seeing you cannot be same..
I've chosen to keep you as a dream,
For it kills being hopeful in vain.
I don't want you to hear my scream
When no more I can bear this pain.
I don't want you to know how hurts
Of yours' empty words fiercest sword.
I don't want you to see all the kerfs
That it made on my heart, always sore.
Every time I'm convincing myself
It is just some delusion of mine,
And I'm trying to take off the spell
Out my heart which objects it and minds.
You're the only my weakness which stays,
Others I had successfully thrown.
Doesn't matter what I do or say
You're there with no one in 'row.
Now I'm begging you for let me go.
I need leave all behind and move on,
So my castle wouldn't hosting your ghost
I'm not frightened being on my own.
07.06.2016 22:17
'the memory will always last' -
..Until the present clears the past
18.11.2016
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No need in a prove,
Your word is everything
I need to know and whatever else.
Your heart is true
The purest I've ever seen
So blessed to hear what your silence tells.
Your luring smile,
That fire in your eyes,
Inflaming pictures of a magic dance..
When rains a while
I'm taking off disguise,
Make up and clothes of the circumstance.
The kiss can start
A fantasy of flight.
We'll never stop believing what we feel.
The faith is art
Of keeping thoughts apart
From raising heart when ruling heaven realm.
The power of
The unexpected gift
That can wake up when put asleep prudence
Devoured all,
And no prove I need
Your sight and word are prove and evidence.
The gift is mine.
And what you have is yours,
Cannot affect the vibes you've influenced.
That's how a lie
Made powerless to hurt.
I will decide the end since it commenced.
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We’ll never know how that happened
When borders crossed or moved away..
You see how easy the acceptance
Had thrown us to fire waves..
How unbelievable it moved on
Through broken pieces of false views
And storms of crashed badly rules of
Some other people, some will due..
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Everything had been assessed..
given proper meaning label
pre-designed by.. perception
of the certain person's level..
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That’s so good they cannot get the stars!
The hand in soft glove won't help them to steal
The precious gift that meant to shine for us,
Its freedom’s a subsequence unforeseen
It is much tough for beauty on the earth
That spends its time in wary and precautions.
It’s known well to all who got a birth
That beauty’s here just a trophy option.
As a game before, commodity’s today.
Immeasurable was frigidly apprised..
All the signs were mixed by swindling wave
No one's suspicion of exchange was raised.
Unlike the stars the real beauty got
To learn some arts of everyday street fight,
Plus running, shooting, killing of a spot,
Arm-wrestling, boxing and fast sizzling sight.
That will survive and save the humankind!
Damn the ideal. Appreciate t’ result.
When real beauty is no more a divine,
That’s so good they cannot get the stars.
That’s so good they cannot get the stars!
21.08.2004
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When there is no hope in soul,
When someone’s not really close,
When your heart is disconsolate, -
Life is looking like a morass.
Only golden water lilies -
There you will find - illusions.
Silly dreams unable to save you, -
Stem is fragile, weak as usual..
When the all strengths are exhausted,
Kind foe, - that is well known, -
shows up to pull you out ...
Wouldn't be better if he'd got late..
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When no chance and that's well known,
Do not let hope.. do not let..
Avoiding sharps by fading slow
Do not give any shade of hope,
When there is no hope left..
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Os portões da mudança só podem ser abertos de dentro para fora.
The gates of change can only be opened from the inside out.
I went inside of what they call a heart.
The dull twilight was covering the jail,
The labyrinth of corridors for dwarfs..
I had to bend my back to pass tunnel.
I saw the hall all stuffed with machines
With walls so stained with not drying blood
That hardly could reflect the external screams.
Just sending out an unclear thud.
The cell was tight.. It had all the comfort
Of habit.. Still the door was locked,
The window had grille, view was distorted
All what I saw was looking like bad joke..
The Victim.. - I refused believe in what I saw.. –
.. was free! - Not shackled with a chain,
No irons held him, fancy fetters though
On heavy head supporting horror feigned.
Whomever was ‘creator of the jail
The principle of how to open a door
Was plain and simple such as always they’ll
‘So podem ser abertos d’dento para fora’.
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I want you all to be that happy
As happy us! No less but more
But on your own. Because what happens
It's custom made.. each bit and whole..
Forgive me, please, but I'm not sharing..
The gift is ours, not for all..
When weren't you who ever dared
That won't be you to sense the call.
That sacred call is quite and shy,
It heard in silence ..as 'response..
..to your request. It won't comply..
To casual rules but always worth.
I want you all to be that happy
As happy us! But on your own.
I wish to all of you it happened
And changed your lives, each bit and whole!
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