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"THE WORDS WE LIVE WITH"

A young barrister, on his wedding
night, was in awful fear of being
accused of "breaking and entering"


Poems

Vladivostok
Private Collection "SeaHorse"
2014
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HIGH POETRY
“High poetry”, as high school teaches,
Is very, very high.
And so I’m a climbing mule:
The sky is surely nigh…
But is there air in the heights?
Or does breathing stop at all?
While dying, I see Pearly Gates,
And an angel, very tall…
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ALTER EGO
You can’t go home again.
Your home forever lost.
The roads are many – all vain?!
Your spirit’s your only host,
It leads you to the furthest reaches –
Your foe? Friend? Neutral being?
It does not proclaim, never teaches
And smiles at your direst fling.
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COLDLIFEDNESS
Beyond the call of duty
This life of mine, so called.
I am not shy of beauty,
But beauty is so cold…
This pain – my fire eternal –
Or is this fire hot?
Consumes, like throat-over-all.
I am thinking: where is God?
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DYING
Steps, so faltering, under the rain.
Drops of his blood galore,
One of the arteries cut, not the main.
Somebody’s killing valor…
Air becoming thin and weak
Bloodied knife fell behind…
God has forsaken all the weak.
Who ever thought he was kind?
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ENTROPY
You’re becoming weaker, weaker
Every passing, fucking day.
Gods above – they only snicker,
Seeing us all being put away…
Every single trait of living
Is becoming something else.
Who is the enemy and stealing
Our home, Old Earth?
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PREDETERMINATION/PREDESTINATION
It does not make the least impression
Upon the course of any life –
Serenite;, or rabid passion:
The end is always, always rife…
You could achieve all kind of valor,
But what is valor? Empty shell.
Your ship is sailing, sky is stellar
And lo! The sulphur* burns the marine smell.
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* It smells of sulphur in Hell
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THE ONLY WAY TO HEAVEN
Diminishing my own sins,
Greatening the sins of others,
I try to get my soul in –
Into the God-possessed gardens.
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THE STRUCTURE OF A NOVEL
Making points – all written prose
Fairy castle in any book.
Who is forming life’s pose?
And polishing life’s look?
Not the writer, word-enriched,
Not the reader, word-obsessed.
Higher conscience, high in the bleachers –
Trying to postpone the press…
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THE WIND OF TIME?
Globalization of the mind,
Instead of the economics –
The world is becoming so kind,
Instead of the ramping rabies.
If this such wind could really be,
The people would sigh in rapture.
Not yet? Then don’t trouble me:
I’m in world-trading captured.
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A SIGH
A sigh, a kind of moaning,
Issuing from your depth.
Just shows despair growing,
Your life’s becoming less.
Maybe your expiration
Will reach higher clouds.
This is your destination:
Your travels' lastest beach.
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SELF-BEING
Amongst the many strongest feelings,
A feeling of self-being persists.
It hurts, a failed tooth-filling!
But nobody wants it to desist.
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LIAR
Disease, so fatal.
Sickness, dire.
Love gobbles all –
Ungodly liar.
But time confuses
All fire’s heat.
One is enthused?
An empty treat…
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FEMALE INSTINCTS
Female instincts can go rampant
In the surrounding male world.
Do women prey, oh so flamboyant,
Or does this mimic, ages-old?
A glimpse of one of them when driving:
A feral cat with hidden claws.
But never fear: the brakes are “diving” –
Although, maybe, with some remorse.
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THAT'S TOUGH!
It’s so difficult, sometimes,
Consequences from cause discern.
And ‘breath’ and ‘death’ so easily rhyme,
The air will your soul burn.
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THE PRICE
The price of a moment’s pleasure
May be the years of severe pain.
Where is, if is, the proper measure?
I strive to find, but still in vain.
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REMAINS
The stresses of your life – be gone!
But what remains?
You are, maybe, alone
With your mind’s strains.
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AFTER SIXTY
The youth is just beginning,
After sixty years.
What is the life? The spinning
I draw from deepest depth
… Where is the deep, I wonder –
At the start or at the end?
By longing torn asunder,
I live in fire-band.
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ID
Something dark I see in sex…
Dark and very ominous.
Yes, akin a nightly see –
Waves at play, so furious…
Who is drowning and why?
Who is eas’ly swimming?
Human past is always nigh,
ID is surely winning.
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BODY THOUGHTS
Your body lives apart of you –
You as a thinking entity.
And thoughts are sounds from the flute –
Your real, feeble identity.
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NIGHT TRAIN TO OBLIVION
The sounds of the train
Are like the notes of music.
Forward, forward – again
One's head is too enthused.
No goal lies ahead:
The going is your mire
Who says you can be dead?
He surely is a liar...
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KILLING DRIVE
The crime you only want to commit
Is scavenging you from inside.
It does not have to like your meat,
But has to make you want to die.
The deal is simple, like all life:
You have to eat your killing, drive.
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MEMORY
My memory once went insane
Began to tell me only the truth.
I saw my whole life inane –
Akin a rotten, wobbly tooth.
Since then I live extremely purged –
An icicle, lamenting its woe,
Devoid of all usual urges,
I have become my own foe...
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... AND THE WORD WAS GOD
A word is a word is a word...
But what if not only that?
Once it created a whole world,
Whose heart at which we are still beating...
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D-ISSIPATION
Your loving mind can go astray,
Thus losing all the strings to life.
You'll quickly waste yourself away,
Becoming so for death all-rife.
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LIFE-SURFING, OR THE MEEK WILL ENTER...
Among the whims of being – not being
You're swimming madly – to..?
As if along a vibrating string,
You are vibrating, too.
After beginning there is – end
The wave is low or peaked?
Who could you here so send?
You are not struggling, meek.
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A MYSTERIOUS SECRET
It's so easy, so simple
To put the words one after 'nother.
Poetic thought is like a pimple:
It beautifies any just muzzle.
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ENGINE
This state... or condition... is akin to a trance.
A quantity of vodka or cognac...
I tried it, sure, more than once,
Soon losing with myself contact.
Maybe we're searching for contacts with God?
But does He drink? Hard to imagine
Being so lonely, we are becoming – what?
Self-perpetuating, weak and a drunken engine.
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DAO
This glass of wine I see as Dao:
All possibilities – within
You drink, exhaling gently – o-oh! –
Can now "put your oar in"...
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THE PROVIDENCE YOU FIND
"God will provide"?
Maybe He will.
But where's your pride?!
You're sitting still?
Go very far and find
The goose with the golden eggs:
She's very kind.
And the skull-like eggshell breaks
Your dying light will sheen like gold –
You'll be concealed in God's fold.
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YOUR MOAN
Your moan, sexual release,
Belongs only to your wife.
And God forbid another hears –
You'll get a karma-sharpened knife.
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DEATH
The longest sleep, awaiting you,
Is just a moment in Time
So must you take the proper view
And this yourself all life remind
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YES
Just something like a spring,
A tightly wound coil,
In sex you have to bring:
Your sperm will hotly boil
A sort of anger? Yes.
Without anger – null.
You won't catch success,
Of which the world is full...
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THE HEAT DEATH OF LOVE
Riding the sexual urge,
We cross all the seas of life.
At start just a 'green virge',
At finish for harvesting rife.
What is the total sum?
Where has the energy gone?
Heart, quickly weakening drum,
Makes you for icedness prone...
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YOU AND YOUR SHADOW
Your shadow's following you,
Or you are escaping from it?
You stay in each other's view,
But cannot meet each other.
And only there, beyond,
Where souls in sorrow live,
Is breaking the longest of bonds,
So can you your freedom achieve.
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TIME OUT OF TIME
In sorrow or in grief –
As if the difference was great.
You can – not quite, almost – live.
Just like the god you really hate
You lie and lie.
Time letting pass
Time never lies:
Try more of it amass.
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SOUL WRITING
Religion can't be a way of life,
Or will your soul just go batshit.
You better find another drive:
A bit thin, off-white, paper-sheet.
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THE END OF WAY
One must irredeemably tired become
By the end of his earthly way.
This kind of a fatigue is sweet for some:
It is easier so to slink away.
More of a problem is a burst of strength,
Meeting you at the exit door.
Something unfinished? Don't think at length
What did the gods give you penis for?
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DESIRE
Desire can be very acute,
It’s absence – be a pure pain:
A sort of an electrical circuit,
And current strikes – again, and again…
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THE FACES
The faces of the movie-stars
Are like a modern Pantheon.
No matter this is just a farce:
We watch them on and on.
You know Kidman? Surely yes.
She is a great illusionist.
For how many years now
We tend to believe that life exists?
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AGE
When your ego calls you old,
And, moreover, a fool,
The life is surely fowl:
The result almost null.
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WOMEN
You're so, so strange...
I mean, that all of you,
Not usual only the range,
That always is in view.
You can be a loving thief,
You can be a loving knight,
So ardently as if
The last was the current night.
Yet merest your whim
Can make love go bust.
In love we only swim
You make the stream flow fast.
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WE JUDGE
We judge, everybody we judge.
And every verdict is correct.
This Somebody is like a fudge.
Much worse is Somebody next...
We keep so forgetting the rule,
That Somebody's looking at us,
The world is of vanity full.
Will ever it be full of trust?
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THE SOWERS
Cold eyes, and a springy step,
And the spring in shorts
Their life – a constant rap,
Till the life aborts.
Semen sowing on wind?
In females, so willing...
Oftentimes a wunderkind
Comes to birth, unwilling...
All these fruits of wild sowing
Are bitter and hollow.
Male – so every other child
Daddy's way to follow.
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CRISIS OF IDENTITY
To all appearances, I live.
But is it so or not?
In any case, I so believe –
For better or for... what?
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THE EVITABILITY OF GOOD
Good omen is a precious stone,
It shines and twinkles for all to see.
But it is only your own.
Alas, you can't consequences foresee...
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WHISPER
... The whisper of your heart,
So longingly in thrall,
Makes living very hard,
Or – stops your life at all.
So don't strive to live,
Try only to love,
For living means just grief –
God’s laughing from above.
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THE SIGN
In the flow of Time,
Islands there are and shallows
Swimming fishes we mime –
What of this follows?
The Sign of the Fish –
We remember Christ.
Your dearest wish
May come true thrice
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WEAPON
A hidden weapon and not less –
The sperm we're walking with,
Not always bared, nonetheless
It can be used forthwith...
The crimes of passion? Just a part
Of what I really mean.
The rage to act that sperm imparts –
Not only "put it in".
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KNIFE
There is always a wall,
Made of some magic glass.
It's not wide, nor is tall,
But you can't ever pass.
You can't touch real life,
So live on in bliss.
But the very next knife,
Will not, sure, you miss.
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SOMETHING IN THE AIR...
A feel of snow not yet fallen,
Of ice that has not even struck.
Magnificently blissful morning,
A readiness for cosmic fuck.
The balls of fire will fall streaming,
Burn-out, will the Earth perish.
Death, covering all, gleaming,
For God's repast, a proper dish.
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THEY COME
Out of the sun,
Where you can't really see,
Often they come...
Too often, it seems.
Blows and perils,
You try to escape.
Evil film, your life reels
On the sky-scape...
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THE BOOK OF BEING
Only when dying can you know
Your real name, not your given.
To farthest reaches will you go –
This is not, surely, a game.
Your name coincides with that Edition,
Of which you are a smallest word.
And so the death is not perdition,
But just your coming to accord.
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THE STEM OF LIFE
Not so hard, I think, a work –
To penetrate the gentle vagina.
Well, harder than a slow walk,
But, loving, you must have stamina.
And – stem! Keep cleanest day and night,
Like sword, a symbol sexi-living.
It gives you an uncanny might,
To clitoris greatest pleasure giving.
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OMEN
Foretaste of things to come,
This coldness at heart.
Not everybody, some
Can feel it very hard.
You may be quite alone,
Or be among your friends.
You see the world as gone,
And Sun in void sets...
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A NAME
"What's in a name?"*
The question is long-standing.
And it is not a game,
Not more than it is branding.
But it can be a brand –
Remember Che; Gevara.
Life-long, if poor, stand:
A Satan's avatara...
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* W. Shakespeare
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DEPARTURE
The bride, in white, stands under rain.
Her hair wet, and black, and limp,
It is departing, life's train
But destination? Not Olymp…
A paleness clings to her thin cheeks,
Well, it's not sorrow, at least.
Her husband is maybe too meek
So who will hold the "common leash"?
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SADNESS
Sadness, white and pure,
Falling on my head.
Can I much endure?
Alas, I am not dead...
Deadness is not sorrow,
Sorrow is not death.
What should I follow?
With sad-deathless stealth.
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HOAX
Just a ghost of erotic thought
And the world becomes much brighter.
All your bothers are nought,
Dreams, forgotten nightly.
So: ghost against a dream –
Guess, you are the winner?
Surely yes, but they are a team,
Wait and see what's meaner.
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UNBIDDEN GUEST
Among the many dreams
That come to you, unbidden,
There is just one, it seems,
Which shows your essence, hidden.
You break your own face
In a golden mirror frame.
You've made another pace,
Although your walk is lame.
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HIGH PROSE
Joyce Carol Oates's wispy legends.
Reading and reading, I sink...
Tragedies, happiness, sex to no end.
Really author, who thinks…
Music of words, music of thoughts –
Whose is she, Devil or God?
Hope her Master, whoever He is,
Gives her the deathlessness-lease.
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THE TIME OF INDIFFERENCE
My indifference flying to you –
An unwanted parting gift.
Don't have many gifts, just a few,
Being by nature a sort of a thrift.
A thrifter's world is a barren place,
Lacking compassion, love, or joy.
Old rogue's, time-beaten face,
Mask in the misery/hatred alloy.
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TEENS
Street-wise, maybe street-lucky.
Not more than sixteen years
She'll give you many fuckies.
Will always answer "yes"
... They are a tribe of chances,
Of caught and lost moments.
Best ask them not for dances,
Don't ask for their trends.
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ALLERGY TO LIFE
Allergy to life
Is something like AIDS.
You won't quickly die,
But you have no space.
No space in time,
No space at all.
You are worth a dime:
Which side will it fall?
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THE SPRING RELAPSE
Mind-games becoming sad and long,
She sits alone in the street.
All passing males are carrying schlong,
But would she like to have a meet?
Her schizo-being can't love the spring,
The nature is a crazy cat.
But summer... Can it bring her peace?
Or will she sink into a deeper dread?
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THE CROW
The crow – there, up above,
It does not drink at all.
So how can it living love,
Not want to smashing fall?
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ATONEMENT
Only staying alone,
Far from the laughing crowds,
Can you a little atonement.
Your sins which are always a mound.
Loneliness may be a blessing
Sins are almost too heavy.
Somebody's messily messing,
Not letting you lift the levy.
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ZOOLOGY OF AGING
Swamp eel – that's what your stem becomes
When "earthly powers" you fail.
It's so difficult to become
An eel in a swamp, or just a snail.
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PENISNEID*, OR TIT FOR TAT
Women cannot piss on fire,
Even smallish, even candle.
Life for them is a quagmire,
 A situation they can't handle.
Our task is to help them nightly,
Giving our mighty rod.
Life will burn for them so brightly
... Our load will be shot!
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* Penis envy in Freudian psychoanalysis
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FOE
Who wants to hide?
Has nowhere to go,
Walk, run or ride.
Result is quite foregone,
The foe is in you...
Wound: festering and burning.
Still, take a better view…
You fail, but you are learning.
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DEATH IN THE SADDLE*
My time has come
Though I have not come
Death in the saddle.
Why did it meddle!
The end to all my sex.
And life? Now the next...
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* Man's death during sexual intercourse
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BELIEF
It's plumb impossible to see,
Why people still believe in God.
Or, shall we meet the faith's end,
It will appear not in mode?
But who would then be left to blame?
Who shall we hotly praise and curse?
I don't know such a name,
Or if I do, I shan't say first.
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FLOWERS
Unholy loves, they say, persist.
Or – not unholy, only furtive?
Open loves in sun exist –
They wilt and so are abortive.
In secrecy gentle flowers can grow,
If nobody sees – it's for the better.
The semidarkness lets them stay unmown,
And hearts will longest stay unfettered.
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KARMING
We seem to know what the karma is,
We always know what's the timing.
But – concordance of them? Explain it, please.
Or if you can't, die trying...
... The wedge of timing in your karma's net,
The tearing of the ties asunder –
You understand or not quite yet?
Oh yes I do, and lose my speech in wonder.
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KILLING
Killing somebody, maybe,
Is a suicide?
Be?! Or better not to be?
You – at low tide...
Quickly finishing yourself.
You at least can rest
Of your fate you are a serf.
Passed your lastest test.
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DEBIT
You always have to pay, to pay...
Not money giving, but your soul.
Time-out will not come, oh nay!
The world is avid and sickly foul.
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AWAKENING
Lucidity comes in the morning –
A shining, off-whitish she-bird.
The night though spent in mourning,
The voice of the hope is bold.
You know your road eternal,
The wheels of the Karma a-scream...
And dreams, so sick, so venal,
Become sour-pussical cream.
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ONAN'S DREAMS
One day, she will, she will...
She'll know all my love.
For now – sperm a-spills,
And stars look from above.
She'll be so kind to me,
Her loins like honey-dew.
Oh... my hand is too bitumeny,
Though this is just a preview.
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CHAOS
Fighting chaos, day by day...
Winning, losing all.
Leave the fight, if so you may,
Avoid the final fall.
Just becoming part of foe,
Order steps aside.
Suddenly your cries of woe
Are a-left behind.
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A FALLING STONE
Awareness: a falling stone.
It either hits your head or not.
In life you always are alone,
A simple fact, not a foes' plot.
The stone falls: to your perdition?
Oh no, you are still as good,
You made a step – at your volition!
... For coincidence not making food.
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THE BIG COSMIC FUCK
Preservation? What is better,
Than to preserve a life from being?
Sperm: a wolverinish matter –
Always try not put it in.
Let it fly to farthest planets,
To the void Great Beyond,
For return the chance is slimmest,
Better chance – for cosmic bond.
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HEAD SCARS
They come and go, crowds thick,
The scars are sickly shining...
Eyes open wide, I stare and think.
If can't perceive – not for the lack of trying...
They come and go, more and more,
With every passing year.
Yes, axes, sabres, and what for?
Or – God's unknown gear?
... What thoughts can grow in the head,
Which had been cut at leisure?
They are alive, just partly dead,
Of our life’s true measure.
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SOLID LIQUOR
The process of imbibing
Something very strong.
Not for the lack of trying,
It takes you so long.
A miracle? Oh sure!
The liquor solid is!
Maybe a little impure...
... But pleasure's newest lease!
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WOMEN'S EARS
What do they hear in this song?
This song of male hormones.
They come and go, a lovely throng,
All thrilled to very bones.
Maybe, just promise of good night,
Or goodies for the life.
Eyes twinkly-twinkling, so bright,
For 'fall', oh so rife.
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THE CURSE
Embers warmish under ash...
Love is slow-burning.
Feelings – a strong, unbreakable mesh:
Life is somewhere turning.
... Is there medicine for this?
Oh, maybe the aging...
Love is often death's kiss,
Not a new emerging.
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HE IS TO DEAFNESS PRONE
"He is to deafness prone!" –
So suddenly it came again,
My hands I see as stranger's paws.
The former traits I seek in vain,
And more and more of Other shows.
First hand, then feet, my belly next,
I'm so happy there is no mirror.
What is this face? A holy text?
Or now a gory blob of Satan's leer?
I'll never be the same, oh no.
Suspicion grows, that not I alone.
I'm sending a prayer to Almighty God,
No answer is forthcoming: He is to deafness prone.
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THE WHEEL OF LOVE
Foretaste of things to come:
The waning of your love.
Of course you still come,
But something is above.
Above – the needling thought,
Of novelty to find.
All past is hence for nought?
For now just in mind.
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NOTCH BY NOTCH
Being always very primed
Is just a sort of curse.
Your so tired mind
Is getting worse and worse.
You're constantly on watch?
It's really no help.
And slipping, notch by notch,
Until your dying yelp.
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ORGASMS
Just seconds, in your whole life,
Maybe three hours, all told.
They tear you, the sweetest knife,
Oblivion comes, an all-encompassing fold.
You come and come, you live and live,
Time passes, swiftly disappears.
It's not so hard to believe
That sperm is what? Your soul's tears.
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PROBLEM
Wishful understanding.
A problem is, of sorts
We hope for happy trading.
But simply, life aborts...
The sight through pinky glasses
Is the greatest lie.
So blindly live the masses
Until in Hell we fry.
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LOVE
Men's fallacy: they think
That love sometimes is pure.
All love is pure: just the thing
That mollifies God's fury.
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TRAP
This is a natural pastime:
We all are striving for perfection.
If imperfections cost a dime,
We would be rich, and no question.
So – getting poorer is good?
We lose an imperfection – happy!
For thought, maybe, is here food.
Why is a man in striving trapped?
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A BALLS-BEARING ENTITY
The balls – maybe not brassy,
But also not a clay.
You fight, if you so must,
And fuck, if you so may.
A stimulus to aggression,
But still a God-given gift.
They make you prone for passion,
But aging makes you thrift.
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HOVER MODE
A Fate, as such, does not exist.
The world, of course, lies around
Your life – a tiniest blue mist.
Where is your life-line to be found?
All blows, all the cherry-pies,
They come or not, you wait and wonder,
Indifferent, above hang skies –
Until the last, all-comprehending thunder.
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ALCOHOLICS
There is a kind of sad unfeeling
In every drinker's happy smile.
As if his soul, sad and peeling,
Disrupts away. Deleted file...
The twinkling eyes, constantly rheumy,
And sweaty brow – cold sweat…
A drinker's life. Balloon, half-pneumy
The gas is leaking, near is the end.
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CONCEPTION.. AND ON... AND ON...
The drops of sweet –
Or bitter – juice.
And life you meet,
With all its news.
You've grown now and produce
With samest drops – the worser news.
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GO ON A BINGE
You were, of course, drinking.
You were, of course, horny.
Both states are slinky
And lead to greatest mourning.
Betrayal of your wife
May seem a chancy error.
But…you were too ready – rife!
Drink hence issuing terror.
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MUSIC OF SEX
Eternity of rhythms,
Eternity of bodies.
The food for any myth,
Even very bloody.
The stances ring anew,
In newest birthing minds.
The deaf? There are a few,
As the world needs all kinds.
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TURN WOULD COME
"The mirror cracked from side to side"*,
As once wrote Agatha Christie...
The murder comes as easy tide,
Blood foams, thin and misty.
We see a stranger in the glass,
But everybody can "do murder".
You have not done yet? Time will pass,
And you will enter rotten Order.
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* Title of A. Christie's novel
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SEE-SAWING
To see is morality's deepest regard,
You can't help but saw, you keep on your guard.
Too much of the best is a humongous flaw,
Yes, swimming is hard in the life's flow.
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DOUBLE-DEALING
Love is, of course, the strongest feeling.
It makes you try to self-induce.
But head, from happiness so reeling,
Induces you to reproduce.
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MAKE SEX, NOT LOVE
Love is so poignant and delicate.
Sex, on the contrary, rough.
Life's indelible predicate –
God is the witness, above...
Sweaty, and thirsty, and bloody, maybe,
Bodies entwined through the ages.
Here the question, "to be, not to be?"
Is just a whisper offstages.
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EN PASSANT
Perchance to dream?
Awaking is not happy.
Love only seems
To stay untapped.
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POST COITUM...
After fucking you can gather
All the strands of present life.
Mind is always "under the weather",
Also under evil strife.
Feeling spent, you grow clear,
Lucid, God stares at you.
Badness – just the lightest smear,
Will it ever stay perdue?
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NONBEING BUTTON
When Somebody presses "Delete",
You suddenly cease to exist.
Some pounds of rotting meat,
Nonbeing – you're the eternity's mist.
Nonbeing? But who made you to be?
The "button" is somewhere above?
Or simply two nasty nonbeings,
Aflame with a something like love?
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THE BOSOM OF TRUTH
Your wife's bosom's warmth
Still lingers in the bed.
You feel yourself a worm,
You're weak and slightly wet.
Impotency is just a flag
You're throwing, all white.
You want your marriage soonest break,
Too short for this is night.
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MARRIAGE ON EDGE
The "fuse" is getting very short,
And spirits, loving still, are weaker.
Who will be the first to "abort"?
Bloods flow slow, thicken, sicken...
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OLD, OLD BOY
Washed-out eyes,
Washed-out brain,
Like the Sun you rise,
And young remain.
You're fucking all
That can't escape.
Oh, sex is a thrall,
It's life you rape.
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WANING
The love in its "coasting" phase,
And both are still very nice,
But penis is harder to raise.
Love-call must be repeated thrice.
Yet slower beating of hearts,
And blood, lately swirling, stays dead.
Time now maybe for the smarts,
Go searching for honey, not bread.
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WHAT LOVE IS FOR
Love is needed to see,
What is good, what is bad.
So you better perceive,
What is poison or bread.
Life is fullest with love,
It is foolish without.
If you have right enough,
Don't strive for a bout.
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THE WEIGHT OF SINS
As ever, now, and forever,
We try to distribute the weight.
In this, of course, we are clever –
Not to forget the lying eight*.
Other parts of the world around
Are trying... yes, the same to do.
An equilibrium, perhaps, is found?
No: world remains a weirdo.
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* Symbol of infinity ;
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JEALOUSY
Jealousy is just a corpse,
Although, maybe, slightly warm.
Your nature becoming yet worse,
You're feeding the rotting worm.
Jealousy is like a stone
That somebody threw in a lake.
You may be forever alone,
But luckily you are awake.
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MALICIOUS MEAT
Illusion is the life's meat,
But life is not illusion.
You can yourself in a crowd meet
A sort of illusory fusion.
This meat we also can gobble –
And so become a blown picture.
A blow-up? Pretending noble,
We add just the very wrongest features.
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HELL OF A TIME?
Nothing ever comes to an end,
And evil always wins.
Who will give a helping hand?
You get just smarty whims.
The Bugaboo will come again,
You cannot even run.
Hell-bound, a thinly-whistling train,
For whom the greatest fun?
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SEPTEMBER 11
For the past to die,
You only have to live.
Yourself with the stars to rhyme,
There'll be no time to grieve.
The greatest cemetery of all
Is the one for the past.
For the present – a shopping mall,
And the goods you can trust.
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THE CASTLE OF LOVE
The clash of naked lovers
Are castles thus in battle?
Above, below, traverse
All for the greatest mettle.
It sure is impossible,
A soul penetrate.
But bodies? They are crucibles
For love not to stagnate.
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DAYS
Love, and hate, and simply fear,
Days aglow, bitter-sweet.
Don't think you are King Lear,
Most probable, rotting meat.
In the life evanescenting,
What is stronger than belief?
With a peter often ending,
Just a falling autumn leaf.
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ON A STREET-CORNER
"Fuck you, lady!" –
And he goes, old gentleman.
Took his own remedy
From the life's strain.
So, abusing other's self,
He can aid his own.
So, with the Devil's help,
Evil seeds are sown.
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SEX AS SYMBOL
Akin to earth, the woman takes us.
But not forever, for a while
You're eager, live, and full of lust.
And she will take you, quite without guile...
Accepting her as host, man must diminish.
So, contrary, she grows strong.
You'll be happy until the finish –
A speck in life – producing throng.
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THE BOOK
The slumber of one's mind
Is something like a death.
But – sweet, not a brine,
And – air around, not earth,
Arousing a little,
You open my book.
The death in better, ditto,
In Hell you'd better look.
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A STRANGER'S POEM
Waves rolling of somebody's words,
Lines here, so black on the white.
New countries, if not whole worlds,
I drink of the poet's might.
His name could be old or new,
Perhaps he is living – or dead.
There are in the history few,
Whose power fills you with dread.
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IN BED
What color is my heart, you want to know?
The color of your deepest thoughts.
My soul? A strong-willed bow.
My balls?! They are now for noughts.
So shall we be lying in chasteness,
But wait. God permitting, I will.
The value of penis is greatness?
But... if it fills, head will reel...
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SOMETHING...
Something is ruling my life...
No, not God, neither Devil.
Something more like a karmic drive.
Now to good, now to evil...
Goodies of evil are ripe all the time.
Evils of good – always sour.
Price of such life is maybe just a dime.
What shade is moving my power?
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WRONG TIME, WRONG PLACE
A knife in the heart,
Or the lung, or the liver…
You die so hard,
It's harder than living.
No blame is on you,
You were slowly walking.
But in somebody's view,
Killing is sweeter than working.
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VIEWPOINT
Listen! I beg to disagree
With the view that love
Simply grows, like a tree,
Grandly spread above.
No! It is like a tumble-weed,
Rolling free at large,
Catching people, weak, in need,
Giving them loving charge.
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TIME, TIME, TIME...
Time is always all-around,
Gently touching people's cheeks.
You can even bet a pound
It will want your heart to lick.
But beware of the licking!
You'll get old in a jiff.
Lo! Your heart still ticking?
Cause for time to be in miff...
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A MORNING SONG
To be somewhere,
Only not in yourself.
Maybe, in Zimbabwe,
Or on a marine shelf.
Otherwise you can not stay sane,
Something like a cell – your name.
So don't open your eyes
Soon you'll see a strange sun arise.
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THE NEW BIG BANG. AT LAST
The stars are around,
You're flying alone,
You won't be found.
Humanity's gone,
A magician's trick
From the oldest book.
Coldhearted, you prick!
Take your very last look.
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A GOD AMONG MANY
Everybody knows my name,
Nobody can say it.
Year after year, the same:
Crime to the punishment you can't fit.
So you can't fit life to death,
Or youth to the old age.
But my pride is against your stealth,
You are not made in my image.
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BEING..
Being there... Here – being
The non-existence is too shady.
You don't have to be a king
Stay knave – but for the crown ready.
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I LOVE YOU
You can really believe it
If you believe, it's really so.
But it may be a great relief
To let your love just... go...
Love is not cause to self-indulge,
Nor gives it right to self-excusing.
But no. You love and don't fudge,
A sort of involuntary self-losing.
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THE BRAVE OLD WORLD
A semblance of normalcy – seldom! –
Is seen in the mirroring glass.
We – masses of maniacs, a kingdom!
In which it's not taxing to pass,
The laws ruling here are stringent.
The light is more lying than night.
New souls are constantly bringing,
Their passion to normalcy fight.
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LOVE
Love extinguishes all the rest,
Mind, soul lie in ashes.
For somebody – the final test.
If failed, the being just feebly thrashes.
But love is mortal, sure is.
Its cemetery is the saddest vision,

If so, evaluate with great precision.
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THE TRAIN...
The train of death, a-jingling,
Is carrying you to hell.
Your brains are slightly tingling,
You're under some witch spell.
The best of life is ending,
All life's earthly deeds.
At last you stop pretending,
And feel your real needs.
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IN DEEPEST SOUL
The tragedy that had not happened,
Although could, as easily, have had.
You are still falling from the deep end –
Both past and future feeling very sad.
It is a burden – a millstone?
You can not swim, nor even walk,
For accidents – oh so very prone!
Unbreakable, in deepest soul, block.
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TOY
Being aggressive, even rudish,
Penis is not always liked.
Mostly they find it groovish,
But it really can strike.
The owner is seldom happy,
Aggression makes a deadly toy,
And semen, flying, gets you trapped,
Remember please the ancient Troy.
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PASTIME
Beating about the bush
Is a natural, creamy pastime.
Hours tick fast and smooth,
And brain quickly loads with grime.
... Bushes are growing thick,
And all population prospers.
Time may be sordidly bleak,
But this nobody deters.
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TIMING
Timing is everything, which is a pity,
So I'd like to make such a treaty.
Always for me, not in Fate's whim,
Only my death would be Fate's cream.
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ON THE EDGE
Something happened. I can feel it.
Somewhere blood is spilled again.
Men and women blindly milling,
Not expecting bloody rain.
Nobody else aware?
Or the habit is too strong?
Under God's unmoving stare,
Here we live, just a mindless throng.
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GOD WAS HERE, BUT HE LEFT EARLY*
Not only He left,
But left us all behind.
Committing thus the theft,
Of all that was so kind.
Remaining quite alone,
In world of dire peril.
We are since deadly prone,
To sin to the souls fill.
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* Irwin Shaw
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DANGLER AFTER WOMEN
You can, of course, fuck them all,
But can you understand a one?
Existence is a sorry ball,
The end can never be "well done".
They may deceive you any time,
Not willingly, it's more a game.
Your life will cost for them a dime,
But less, if you become too tame.
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LOVE IS...
Thå game has no name,
You can not call it love.
Nor hate, you are too lame.
Being down or above,
You always only lose.
You always only win,
A frightened little goose.
Not knowing... in sin.
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TIME TO THROW STONES
LOVE – a ringing hollow,
A much-too-tarnished word.
It can fly, like a swallow,
Or can kill the world.
Throw it, a stone,
Make your soul free.
We're glumness prone,
But can arise to spree.
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THE GODDAMNED BIG BANG
The Bang was just the cause,
And "balls" are rolling, still…
What can be really worse,
Than time to live and kill?
What executed Bang,
We shall not ever know.
In limbo all we hang,
Maybe the end is nigh? Oh no...
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TV SHOWS
They laugh, as if the life
Were really funny.
Oh gods above!
I wanna back my money.
I switch the TV off,
And where they now sit?
The samest sordid trove,
Life can them also eat.
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WINDCHIMES
Windchimes I see on a leafless tree,
I only see it, never hear.
On hearing, I could get free,
But cosiness for slave is dear.
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SINGLING OUT
The whisper you hear
Behind one’s own back,
A tiniest smear
Or trying to break?
You're singled all of a sudden,
Among swarming mob,
Completely befuddled
And weak at a drop?
The "båñk" is the stranger's,
The "call", maybe, yours?
The Fate so arranges,
That constant is war.
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DRY TEARS
Dry tears don't run,
They only burn.
Believe, this is not fun,
There is a deadly yearn.
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HOW ARE YOU REGARDING YOURSELF?
Decreasing self-regard
Is similar to a fall.
You're staying on your guard,
But not enough for all.
The next, and deadly, step,
You're shattered on the floor.
But, lo! Your dying "rap" –
Still something lies in store.
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DOUBLE LIFE
A very rare pleasure –
To live without pain.
Pain is the life's measure,
One dodges it in vain.
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LABELIZATION OF THE WORLD*
Postmodernism is just a label.
It's not a movement, nor event.
Umberto Eco is not able
In reality to make a smallest dent.
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* On occasion of Eco's visit to Moscow
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"WANT SEX?"
"Want sex?" – a sticker on a car.
Why not, if it is safe...
If not, it can for life you mark,
So don't be too brave.
...The car still sits and waits, I see,
In weeks or even months.
Not too attractive, yes, for thee?
Or you just fell in a trance?
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HAPPINESS
If the sparrows come here,
If they pick and pick at seeds,
Then the happiness is near.
Though not as a gift for deeds,
Happiness – an atmosphere,
Where the hawk just cannot live
Have you felt it somewhenwhere?
Just a minute, even brief.
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DECLINE AND FALL
... Slipping, notch by notch,
Into all-oblivion.
Anybody standing watch?
Anybody living?
Look around, if you can,
Light is swiftly fading.
This is Falling of the Man,
His untimely ending.
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AFTER LONG, TEDIOUS WORK...
A consolation, if third-rated,
The tepid fucking every night,
Yes, occupation very dated.
But still you strive with all your might...
... Not lesser might is Nature striving,
To bless your marriage with... but whom?
A pride of kids, all hungry, crying.
Go back to work, your earthly doom.
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MACHO
The act of choice,
Among the women.
You raise your voice,
Reminding Hymen.
They are in this,
Completely mum.
A god's caprice?
The Fate's drum.
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LOOSE CANNON OF LOVE
Loose cannon is your love, not gift.
It strikes your brain, your soul, bones,
Such wave of feelings make you drift.
And soon you'll smash on underwater stones,
It's so quiet in the coolest depth.
Nirvana is the loveless state of living,
Sub rosa, this you wanted, yes?
Let those there, up above, strive milling.
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DEFEND THYSELF
"Do What Feels Right," –
They sang in the far Eighties.
What?! Eat the night
And spit confettis?
Or take the law upon yourself
And kill the killer?
You're nobody's serf,
More like a tiller.
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THE COMP-GENERATION
... The happiness you feel at screen,
The mouse warm and tender in your finger.
You are, also, with world so "IN",
You are the future's gold's bringer.
The future is, maybe, too nigh,
All click and click in comp nirvana.
Alas, you're bringing darkest night,
I am afraid, it'll be ma;ana.
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FUROR
If I had a mouth,
I would have to scream,
Karma is aroused!
And it's not a dream,
Future comes, a-slanted.
Past is limping back,
Present is not granted.
Most sad, but fact.
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ALMOST NULL AND VOID
Contingency of love is always shady,
It's more improbable than pro.
For many contacts you are ready,
So limiting yourself is strictly NO!
But still... love flourishes around,
Maybe another law takes hold?
Men, women are forever bound,
Go find your love, be so bold.
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THE REPENTANT
Your sin is seen,
To all who see.
But can they hear,
Your soul's slow tear?
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FRICTIONLESS EXISTENCE
A meeting, with future, so short:
You're glimpsing yourself in the mirror,
And a sudden desire to yourself abort.
Not ever to live in this horror,
The time is, of course, your foe.
What's future? A fiction...
This mirror, disgusting, you'll touch nevermore,
Your mind wants to avoid any friction.
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IN CLOVER
Well-being in all your limbs,
And even in your soul,
As tiredly you swim,
In river-love, so whole.
Your partner's also tired,
But is she happy, too?
The eternal quagmire,
In which there are always two.
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THE CLOCK
Busily ticking away,
The clock on the nearest wall.
Time is the eternal way,
That takes us in tightening hold.
Life is a-rolling to end,
Can it be happy or not?
Tears with laughter will blend,
Making you wish it be short.
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BE READY
You are, as ever, always game,
To fuck and fuck all time away.
But the penis is too timid, tame,
And Meekly is your middle name.
The needs of women you perceive,
The need to fuck and to conceive.
But life is just the grandest sieve,
So ready be – to null receive.
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PYGMALION
The statue will not ever lie,
And will not betray your gentle trust.
It'll be with you your whole life,
And after, when you are just dust.
Also: it is not even dumb!
It is not even slightly deaf.
Revive her with your "greenest" thumb,
You are a creator, not a thief.
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BREAKHEART SOLO
A sort of modest pride,
I'm having recent years.
Got nowhere to hide,
And do I want? Oh, yes…
Life pressures day and night,
I'm strictly fighting back.
Not striking first? Yes, right,
But wish myself to break.
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BITTER LAMENT
Bill for the use of my body
I shall to God present.
Now – all spent goodies,
Nothing to look at.
During my life he was using
Me at His own will.
More I must say – abusing!
He made of my life a drill.
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SCREAMERS
Somebody said: orgasm is silent.
Maybe he never had a one?
My screams are harsh and very strident,
A cock's song at rising sun?
The sun of love is surely rising,
One must be blind not see it so.
Sex is not, sure, hard or trying,
It needs just love, and no more.
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UNBOUNDED
We drink and drink –
Who can stop us?
Aslant on brink –
All life is flop.
Akin to swimming
In a darkish sea.
The glass is brimming,
We want the bottom to see.
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FOXTROT
A slightest tinge of shame
Must be preserved in sex.
For souls can't be tame,
If bodies quickly flex.
Entanglement of the limbs
Serves an excuse for... what?
Heart rates so quickly climb,
In-outing foxtrot.
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MAKE TIME PASS
To while the time away
Is an interesting pastime.
Be it a night or day,
A minute costs a dime.
You and the "willing girl"
Begin to ding-the-dong.
Your time becomes a whirl –
If ding is thick and long.
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WOMENFOLK
Maybe early, maybe late,
Understanding comes.
Sex is an everlasting fate,
Life’s long beating drums.
Men not worthy of respect?
Yes, but so what?
Lustiness is too suspect,
But femaleness – not.
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A NATURAL FORCE
Evil is akin to water –
Flows to a low place.
So be tall, give no quarter,
Make your mind a mighty mace.
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AFTER THE APOCALYPSE
It would be great to find the pool,
Where all remembrances are tended.
It must be very, very full,
The previous world was here ended.
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ON THE BEACH
Saraband for a bitch –
Sounds in wild turmoil.
We're dancing on the beach –
Waves are a noisy roil.
Bitchiness, life's game,
Is just the life's spice.
Harmless to lose the shame?
Yes – but think thrice.
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YELLOW
A loving woman's voice is mellow,
It is a whisper in the night.
So love her back, don't be so yellow,
And strive to hide your mortal fright.
We often are afraid of loving,
And of being loved, afraid, as well.
Emotions for mind may be too trying,
But heart is the right place for them to dwell.
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THE DAY
They wish me "Happy Birthday",
But I'm already born.
For love, I am always thirsty,
By love asunder torn.
All full of their wishes,
I stay an unhappy soul.
Life quickly abolishes,
The "ego's" shaky wall.
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NEC PLUS ULTRA
The bestest of your dreams,
The dream of fastest death –
You will not even scream,
All swallowed by earth.
The darkest of your days,
The day you won't die.
God always only plays,
And will not hear you cry.
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BLUE HELL
My head aswim with dreams,
All fantasy – galore!
Perceiving Fate's whims,
I'm sinking more and more.
The power that draws,
My being to deepest depth.
Is not of Nature's laws,
As Hellish is its stealth.
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THE INTERNET
The net, magnificent and evil,
Will soon the Real God become.
We've made a long, unneeded travel,
The Earth is just a punctured drum.
The end is nigh, behold the trimmings.
You see your back on every screen,
And the World, in "amniotic fluid" swimming,
Is ready for its final scream.
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IMAGES
On seeing a bloody river,
On seeing a lake of blood,
One feels oneself a retriever.
Retrieve thyself from mud!
The images are poignant,
The mud is just your life.
Reactions tend be standard,
The neverending strife.
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THE CORNER THAT CUTS YOU
A tinge of rudeness, maybe,
For the successful sex is needed.
Not sighing loud, "be or not to be?!"
Reality of life should surely be heeded.
It's – cutting corners, of a kind
Or – cornerstone of existence.
The rudeness is in body, not in mind.
There is a large distance between them.
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A FEW MAXIMS
Never show you are offended,
Never see yourself as victim.
Will not the world be sooner ended,
Than is said the final dictum.
Life is nigh, but death not so,
Look around: trees are leafy.
You're a leaf and no more,
Trees will grow, don't be grievy.
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BROKEN RECORD
Life will not ever accept,
Your fairest grudges to Fate.
It will not repay you the Debt,
As if it had never been made.
Frustration is hence a vale for you,
You cross it again and again.
Be sure to lose not from view,
That strictly it is not in vain.
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BRAINWASH
The ransom – to whom it should be paid?
The ransom of your life.
To all the hating, all the dead –
Or to your loving wife?
Just bring your heart, your living fish,
For all the world to see.
Be careful not extinguish,
Set free the fish in sea.
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INTRICACIES OF PERCEPTION
Yes, I hear no evil,
And advise you the same.
Never tease the Devil,
Devil is God's middle name.
As for the seeing nasty,
Why should you really not?
Blood is not very tasty,
Unless it the Sun blots.
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UNCERTAIN FEELING
From fear to forgiveness,
Your falling cry abates.
Who are your flying witnesses?
Night birds and, surely, bats.
Misstep, not quite unwilling,
And life is cut for you.
Love was uncertain feeling,
Love kills us, not a few.
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BLOCKBUSTER
This is the life for you.
Sperm can decide your Fate,
Especially in youth.
When love first time is met,
And absence of the sperm,
Can be a dire peril.
For love the sudden term,
Against your ardent will.
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SYMBOLS
Bread is just a token
Of the lasting life.
Life can soon be broken,
Bread can get overripe.
Symbols live and fester,
Watching, people die.
Life, the cruel jester,
"Vengeance is mine!"
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BURY THE HATCHET
A marriage has these pauses:
Unsaid remains unsaid.
The mind-trap likely closes,
All thought is quickly dead.
What hencely will transpire,
Is anybody's guess.
So beat the bed's fanfares,
Fuck like a beast, not less…
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DEPRESSION
Little flutterings of hope
Are maybe the heart's peril.
It's much better ever mope,
Knowing you're really ill.
Flame of hope is perdition
For your poor, depressed soul.
Cry aloud, in good rendition,
World is really very foul.
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BURN A DISK IMAGE
The hidden meaning of your way,
Remains, as always, hidden...
You must not linger, but you may
Turn suddenly, unbidden.
You meet, and pass, or they pass you,
Torn legions of people.
At last you come to the perdue,
And soon become a cripple.
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WAIF OF A WOMAN
Her "crises of being herself"
Have swept her all away.
She could live fairly well,
But that would be a day!
Instead she liked igniting
Wild lust in various males.
Her nerves increased her rating,
But she abhorred the tales.
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PROTEAN LIFE?
The contrary pleasure of living
May be to your heartfelt content.
In God you're sur'ly believing?
Perceive thån your God's intent.
He wants you to live in the mire,
Of lightest and darkest phantoms.
His clasp on your neck will not tire,
And you will be seeking new forms.
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UP THE TREE
Riding the sexual urge,
We're streaming away and away.
Sex is our excellent forge,
For melting your soul astray.
Soulless, mindless, we try
To keep the traditional speed.
Fuck all the time or you die.
... Or are you a deader, indeed?
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THE INTERCOURSE
Mostly in the act,
But still not quite.
What's he hinting at?
He moves with all his might.
Love now is, maybe,
An endangered species – no?
"To be or not to be?" –
Should be expressed in whole.
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DAYMARE
On the brink of an explosion, silent
Walks a man along the street.
Mind a-glittering is trident,
Anybody can he meet.
But the absence of a meeting,
Is a never-ending stress.
Spark is needed, quick and fleeting,
End this sordid, sour mess.
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ATTRITION
Attrition is a sorry sight –
In marriage it is unavoidable.
This can't you even try to fight,
As fighting makes it grow treble.
So what will be the end result?
We see it always, all around.
Yes, something new will you exult:
An equilibrium is never found.
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ENDGAME
The penis at half-mast,
And blood just barely flowing.
But fuck-away you must,
With all that is following.
Next follows the death,
And bells you don't hear.
The reason? Life's dearth,
And a feelings loss, so dear.
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FOR WHAT THE BELL TOLLS*
It tolls, of course, for your love.
Of which you saw the sudden end,
Maybe you cry, aghast, enough!
But still it tolls, for all the undead.
Your heart is empty, sign TO LET,
But sign of life it also is,
Maybe TO LET, maybe TO LEASE.
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* "For whom the bell tolls" (E. Hemingway)
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A GIRL
Slight movements of a slender hand –
Just touching a slender earring.
Her life is stretching far ahead,
She is not worried by a thing.
But happiness is never caught,
It flies away on slender wings.
Perhaps it can sometimes be bought,
But what will it the buyer bring?
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AWARENESS
Your own Fate will step aside.
Somebody's presence is so nigh,
Good, bad, or neutral tide?
You can't perceive it, never try.
By being aware, we can seek
The feelers Future sends.
In seeking, don't be too meek,
Or will it soon, premature, end.
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TRIPPING. IN TWO SENSES
A slightly vampish girl I see,
Black hair, reddest lips.
Maybe a monster she'll conceive
In her nightmarish trips.
... Hard drugs are a very real vamp,
For those who are weak.
The soul will they eas'ly dump,
Not so hard a trick.
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DRINKING IN THE USSR
It was, of course, long ago,
But we are still alive,
The drinking: as a sort of vow,
And just a little of jive.
Short-haired, sodden working-classes,
Long-haired, sodden artists and the sort.
You did not need the looking-glasses
To see what all this was done for.
The time was enemy and foe,
We simply had to kill it, kill…
Two-bottles-drunk: you are hero,
But not enough to feel your fill.
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BY THE SKIN OF YOUR TEETH
The skin of your teeth,
Is the strongest tie to life.
Yes, we can hardly breathe,
But we cannot really die.
Years will slump or fall,
Yet nothing will sway us.
And the best feature of all,
In God we don't have to trust.
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IN MEMORIAM (T.S. ELIOT)
The searching can be bitter,
The searching can be sweet.
God is not our "hitter",
We are not "cannon meat".
Upon the safe returning
To the original place.
We see the newly forming
Life's sordid face.
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TIME-WATER
Does anybody know,
What Time is now?
I see its flow,
Roiling of a crowd.
Alas, in Time's pool
I'm quickly sinking.
The T-Water is cool,
But no good for drinking.
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EYE OF STORM
The absence of peril,
Is a peril, of sorts.
You're living as you will,
Nirvana, all comforts.
It's like an "eye of the storm",
Which will of course blink.
So fast you can't conform,
You are on death's brink.
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AFTER SEX
Slightly offended by shortness of it,
Looks at himself in her eyes.
Heavenly better than "beating the meat",
And hellishly strident were cries.
Who was the first who the tristesse proclaimed,
After the run of the sex?
Somebody weak, by tragedies maimed?
His life must be surely a mess.
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SAFE GUESS
Character of sex will change
With the years that pass.
Toll of tiredness: revenge.
For the urge that lasts,
Certain smile will come, instead
Of the laughter's early reign.
Later... probably the dread,
Of the last refrain.
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RICE
The pleasantest feeling of care
You get from the growing rice.
As fight with the life is not fair,
To see rice the winner is nice.
Alas, it will grow and ripen,
And feed our "maddening crowds".
So more we'll be, avidly driven,
Downward from serenity's clouds.
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A THIN VARNISH. VERY THIN.
Under all this glitter-lacquer,
Dark instincts a-crawl, fester.
Yes, a man is "double-decker",
God was surely the jester.
Eating, drinking, fuñking, too –
Overwhelm the soul.
Not the old "tea-for-two",
Guzzle the life a-whole.
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TIME'S FALLOW
All the sins of the world,
On this wide round face.
You could take a skateboard,
Use the face for a race.
Sins are here akin to ash,
Time's fallow leaves a-burn.
Nothing remains from the flesh,
Take care it's never your turn.
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THE BIG RUN
Wistfully gazing at faltering ducks,
The hunter just ditches his gun.
Cannot believe that hunt now sucks,
You have not a chance for the run.
"Running" for women is also dead,
They falter, and falter, and fall.
Life is becoming a hollow dread,
Purgatory, cold, for all.
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NAGGING FEAR
An old symbol, in the dreams,
Your little boat sinking slowly...
The body drowns, soul swims?
Or soars in the sky, so pearly?
... The deepest waters of your mind
Just crawl with the wild ideas.
You cannot answer this "in kind",
It is impossible to overcome the fears.
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WE ARE MAD
The sound of your words
Can carry you away.
Away from life's turds,
From darkness-filled days.
You speak – and you believe,
That red is really green.
But – silence? No reprieve.
Except the deepest spleen.
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OF MODESTY AND MEN
You can, of course, be highbrow.
At least, nobody can forbid.
But nonetheless you have to know,
That life prepares you a treat.
Lo! Brows are everywhere arising,
A real forest, might'ly strong.
Your life? Just cheap merchandising.
You? One speck in roll-around throng.
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BRAND OF BOOZE
It stands! The bottle did not shatter
When falling from your drunken hand.
Luck... The flimsiest of matters...
For sodden fools a cosy brand.
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LOVE MEANS DESTRUCTION
Even a cloud,
High up above,
Can be a shroud
For ardent love.
God... will not you help?
Himself in the mire,
He'll suddenly yelp,
Being punctured like a tire.
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DOLCE AGONIA
Two drops can fall from oldster's eyes,
But only one – from penis.
When coming, he, as ever, cries –
Fly, frightened little genies.
The agony of longest life
Is not, of course, "dolce".
But sex's highly honed knife
Will make it not a torture.
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PROMISCUITY
Into whosever falling arms,
My languid body wants to fuck.
But is there here any harm?
'S better than to fall in muck.
The picture, here I depict,
Maybe is futurous, indeed.
A certain futuristic mix,
Because for now AIDS forbids.
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READING THE SKY
Sky was the limit...
Or, now it is.
Old-age like privet,

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THE AGING LOVE
What's love? Just lingering desire.
Some ashes, fallen leaves.
And memories of former fire –
Still love completely never leaves.
But be it far from my intention
To call you to fully memorize.
A vague, a tiniest retention,
From which new fire will arise.
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HOT KEYS
One can, of course, love ardently.
One can, of course, deeply hate.
In any case one's mind is dented,
And one will die at an early date.
Serenity! The key to Wisdom.
Longevity is Wisdom's middle name.
The wise will sure enter the Kingdom,
Their names will shine at Hall-of-Fate.
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THE COMMI GERONTOCRACY ON THE TV
A whiff of long-forgotten smell,
The hellish mixture: age and evil.
The beast is dead, and it is well,
But hush! Or you will summon a devil...
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SONG
Always... always ready,
To rise and fight again.
Life is not easy trading,
We often live in vain.
Always... always ready,
To fall and never rise.
Life is not your upgrading,
Perceive your real size.
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THE WAY OF ALL MIND
The feeling, deep, of deeply sinking,
Days deeply intermixed with nights.
Oh no no no, I am not drinking...
Or only maybe moonlight.
This drink is very very heady,
But clouds make cocktail of it.
And, yes, for death I'm ready,
But must find proper, to fit.
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SOMETHING WICKED...
The earth is icy-cold,
The air – flaming-hot.
You can your soul fold,
Unfold can you not.
The dire expectation
Will make you strong – or weak.
But look at your expectoration,
Your life's a fleeing streak.
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SORE POINT
It does not ring hollow,
It does not ring at all.
I want in the sin wallow,
Rejoicing my shuddering fall.
Who says that sinning is sinful,
I'll bet it is not.
Looka here: a worldful,
Of hypocrite stinking snot.
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ON THE BEACH
A semblance of rest,
And not more.
A sort of a test,
Not a chore.
Will you stop chasing tail?
What's on your mind?
Good intentions will fail,
If you're true to your kind.
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WHAT IF
Vernal songs are somewhat thirsty,
Thirst for love and soonest bloom.
They will come, but now, firstly,
What if love is sordid doom?
We remember, we all-living,
Fates of citizens of Earth.
Death can smell your finest feeling,
It is also prone to thirst.
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LAWS!
There are good laws and there are bad,
We like to break them all.
You steal if needing drink and bread,
And take your proper fall.
A law is law unto itself,
And that's the life's law.
But can you put it on the shelf?
You can: and it's the greatest flaw.
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RACING FROM PERDITION
A face, a woman's face,
May be not beautiful at all.
But one will start a deadly race,
Completely under face's thrall.
Where is the secret, if there is?
Which threads of silk pull so tight?
Perhaps the answer is just this:
Being burnt by beauty is the greater fright.
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REASONING
Maybe the beauty is a loss,
I tend to think sometimes.
If so, life is even worse,
Than counterfeited dime.
Yes, beauty is around us,
But better be within.
Then loss is like a breaking glass,
We see ourselves in.
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LOVE?
... But it is just a play,
Of bodies and of mind.
The symbols so lay,
As if love you can find.
The winner loses all,
But love is never lost.
The end of play? You fall.
Your heart's in winter frost.
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ABOUT RELIGION
Superego is the god,
Although not almighty.
Subconsciousness is roughly-shod,
Terrifying you nightly.
Is there place for God as such?
If you see, please show.
I'm worrying, but not much,
Consciousness is the vow.
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IT NEVER RAINS BUT IT KILLS
Humongous, and blackly rising,
The cloud is upon us all.
Somebody's already crying,
We are in for a waterfall.
Hellishly, and even indecent,
The wind roughly laughs.
Devil's awful present,
So we could not in present trust.
Dry as dust and living,
We're suddenly in the past.
Humongous Day of Thanksgiving,
Man is safe, at last.
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DUMFOUNDED
A treat, quite undeserved,
Is the proclivity for sex.
Your penis, like a raw nerve,
Creates life's newest texts.
You live and love, you love and live,
Being treated as you may.
And then, your last – not greatest – heave,
You lose the treat of light – of day.
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LIFE
When pain is overwhelming, rich,
You better shout, cry.
Oh no, you can't find the beach,
Unless the sea gets dry.
But sounds of your soul's pain,
Will crack the tightening walls.
And poison, weakening, will drain,
Though doom will ever fall.
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PIE IN THE SKY
Some waking dreams are very harsh,
You see the reality as it is.
Persist in dreaming, and you'll crash,
So your existence may well cease.
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AFTER THE CRASH. ANYWHICH
Just a wistful smile,
And a shake of the head.
I've crawled a mile,
And I am not dead.
Life is stretching, half-seen,
Long, bitter, and fast.
No other choice, it seems,
But to crawl. You must.
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MY FRIEND
... He says he wants to live,
But what is the life for?
You fall, an autumn leaf,
And then you're no more.
He says that life is nice,
A sweetly-bitter taste.
I think it's only dice,
You always fail the test.
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SKY GRAFFITI
The images of your soul,
Projected on the sky,
Cannot be all that foul.
So you would better try,
Below the Earth is rolling,
A wat'ry slipp'ry ball.
But lo! Your soul's calling,
And threatening to fall.
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BITTER, BITTER...
Living in the past
Is a sorry pastime,
Unnourishing repast.
You gobble your thoughts' grime,
Dragons of early days,
Stay still young.
They are in angry forays,
Searching for your tang.
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HUNGER
Just a tiny, tiny bit...
Bit of something tender.
So hungry, I shall eat,
Thanking thus the Sender.
Plainest goodness I would snatch,
Nourishing my soul.
Here there is no "catch",
But life's empty bowl.
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KARMA
A snake, very very black,
Whispered itself into my room.
It won't get back,
As it is my doom.
... Future lies to nigh,
The past is all dead.
I don't laugh, only sigh –
But not from dread.
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DRIVE
Your life is fucking you,
Orgasm is very sweet.
Life's face is right in view –
The sight you don't need.
Is what you need a knife?
Or, better, a grenade?
No. What you need is drive,
Life soonest impregnate.
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HUNCH
The most difficult game
Is being alone with yourself.
You like to think that you are tame,
But don't forget your raw nerve.
... Minutes flowing like ages,
Whispering sweet deadly songs.
You only can for sure presage,
That soon is the last gong.
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TIMELINE
My life is just a flake,
And wind is always strong.
Stop blowing, for God's sake –
Direction is all wrong.
The arrow of your flight,
Is also life's end.
So will you die or fight?
Which is the smoothest trend?
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DAY IN – LIFE OUT
A heavy Karmic day,
Oh so long till night!
Does the horse know the way?
It is not very bright.
So many hopes dead,
And night is, so far.
Not darkness brings the dread,
But death's shining bar.
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LIFE SHEDDING
Shedding my life,
Like a snake sheds its skin.
I still love my wife,
Though patience wears thin.
Skinless, almost no bone,
I crawl – not under a stone.
To the shiniest heights I strive,
Where all unhappy souls drive.
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AUTHOR! AUTHOR!
Wind-chimes a-ringing time away,
And we are falling in the void.
A sort of humongus subway,
Of feelings world becomes devoid.
They will still ring, the deadly chimes,
When Universe is just a mote.
The mote in un-Godly eye,
From shreds of life at last remote.
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THE FRONTIER
A man is dying, a crimson flow,
And angel has his soul in tow.
Look, think, perceive:
The frontier life-to-death is a sieve.
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SINNER
The facts of life, the laws of living,
Are harsh, especially in sex.
You sin – and soon are grieving.
The laws are unforgiving text.
Yes, sinner is forever naked:
He puts his heart on love's threshold.
Life, seeing this, wants to break it,
Returning sinner to the laws' fold.
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FREEDOM IS THE REALIZED NECESSITY (!?)
What is the freedom?
And is it even the?
It's always, always quondam...
Or something to foresee.
In present it's invalid,
But what's the fourth realm?
Maybe... only love is trended,
To free with no qualm.
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HIGHWAY
You have not any inkling
What lies in store for you.
Time ticks away, a-slinking,
And that's just a preview.
Post-view is even better,
But not for you to see.
Your blood is whiskey's wetter,
A sordid thickish sea.
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THE TIME IS NIGHT
Mirky waters all life long,
Mirky waters all life wide.
Can you always be strong?
Don't forget, the time is night...
Fish are a-plenty and fat.
In the murkiness you drink,
So who ate what,
In the fight of being?
Your greatest desire,
You just don't know it,
Is to learn easy flying,
That nobody could you eat.
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YOU ARE FULL OF BEAUTY
A flower? It's just a moment.
In the time that has ended,
Of perishability monument,
Though for eternity it pretended.
A flower? It's your look inside,
Where your real self is concealed.
You cannot in beauty hide,
But you can feel yourself filled.
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SCENE
The clouds always fly low,
Over the Island of the Sky.
The sea is fervent, often meek,
For those who a haven seek.
A boat, sinking far from you,
Soon disappears from the view.
You can not help, you only look,
A line in God's never-ending book.
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ROCK AROUND... THE LIFE
It's simply getting in the way –
My striving to achieve the best.
The best?! I'm still at bay –
The never-ending bitter test.
As avid as a racing-horse,
I smash my head in all ahead.
Myself being an intrepid force,
I'll soon become a living-dead.
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FALLING DOWN THE STAIRS*
The stairs are so long...
Your life is now short.
What sent you down, along
The chute with no button "abort"?
... Your life's real traits
Can now be really seen.
Your wishes, not only facts,
Without the glamour sheen.
The death will you now clean,
Forever... and ever... and more!
You strike, with a deafening din,
... Oh, life is reality's whore!
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* The author did fall, being absolutely sober
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LOVE CRY
A distant cry, that falls in deafness –
This is the love, in all its splendor.
And nothing helps, not even thrift'ness –
You are not lover, you are spender.
The cry may last for long, for years,
But, plainly, it can nothing alterate.
And even worse, it magnifies your fears,
So, however avid, you are always late.
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MUSIC OF BEING
A girl, about twelve,
Dark glasses shine a little.
I see her strained nerves,
And stature – so brittle.
Her father, very meek,
Is helping her to move.
I don't perceive them weak...
... Here music's in the groove.
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COUNTDOWN TIME
The horror of existing evils
Just pales before the unexisting ones’.
Yes, angels could've become such devils.
Imagining, you fall in trance...
A single side-step, which brought you gold,
Could well become step-down-abyss.
So now you search for a time-fold,
To hold yourself in wait for tryst.
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WHAT NEXT, I WONDER?
Lost friends – I mean erstwhile –
Can soon quite peter out.
Their shadows don't rile,
They slip away, like trout.
But if your friend is dead,
Not sunken in the flow,
You are in constant dread,
To meet him in the draw.
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TIME SONG
The time of being can seem a flower.
It may be fire, cold or hot.
When living it, you gather power,
And surely, the time is always short.
The times of people all around you,
Can mingle and intertwine with yours.
Time sings, and it's a saddest tune...
... But timelessness of death is so worse.
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THE TRINITY OF DESIRE
Harassed by life, I live,
As well as lives a bullet.
Not waiting for reprieve,
My crow crying: "Do it!"
She lives in a neighbor tree,
Her kids already flying.
They are, of course, three,
The crow'll soon be dying.
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THOU SHALT NOT COVET
Adulteress, thinnish and fiery,
Her partner, thickish and grey,
Are struggling in bed, so merely.
But who is the real, true prey?
Maybe, their love, never eternal,
The love they proclaim to preserve.
And struggling becomes under-natural,
As lost is forever the nerve.
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WELCOME HOME
Tasting Love first time's,
Tasting an ocean.
Your soul's worth a dime,
But the body is an explosion.
Bitter-sweet, a little sour,
Every second weighs an hour.
The ocean engulfs,
You're sinking.
Life is not always gaffe,
So stop slinking.
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A STRAY BULLET
The bullet that had passed
Will sure kill you later.
Rememberings so last,
Your mind is always traitor.
The zhing! So near your brow,
Will mark your darkest nights.
I'll tell you simply, now:
It never ends, the fight.
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RIDING THE COMET'S TAIL
Sweet and sparkling, love is flying
All around in the space.
Who here can think of dying?!
Love is Time's nest...
Rise and shine, and pheromones
Will be your exhaust.
Old loves's poking bones,
Are for new one's host.
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NAME OF THE GAME
To be unpleasant is the greatest pleasure.
The ambience is at your will.
You throw lightning at your leisure,
All enemies are such an easy kill.
... Maybe, this being a simple mask,
You are the kindest, gentlest human?
The honourabler is the task,
Be you a man, a neuter, woman.
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NITPICK
It's so bad when you feel good
Because: what is your right?!
Yes, good-feeling is a forbidden fruit
So, must not we the History rewrite?
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THE MOOD OF EVIL
A crow, black as evil,
Is chasing a magpie.
A Goddamned flying devil,
A rasping strident cry.
Oh, cry is poor symbol
For powerlessness of good.
A better would be idol,
Being always in the mood.
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A PSYCHE MIRROR
What is a soul?
Your second self?
Or something foul,
Forgotten on the shelf..?
... It is a secret feeling
That all is not right.
In limbo souls are milling,
Their past is not bright.
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SEARCHING... OR FINDING?
Nothing spoken,
Nothing thought.
Life is a token?
Or... not.
You arise and sing,
Maybe even profound.
Is life a thing?
Only if found.
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FAMILY LIFE
She is more right than I'm wrong,
But so I'm right, too.
Maybe this is a normal throng?
At least for us, for two.
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VIDEO-STEALING
Stealing somebody's soul.
My camera is
The deed's foul.
It poisons soul's breath.
People, birds, even stones
Are losing an inherent part.
Angry souls, like drones,
Try to take me apart.
Camera's all afire –
It's long overfull.
My deeds are dire,
But I'm nobody's fool.
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WAITING
The absence of a blow
Is hanging in the air.
Time is a constant flow,
It's singing in your hair.
When will the blow come,
As surely it will?
The great membrane so thrums,
This is your lastest drill.
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BACKWARDS
When I was older I was, of course, smart.
Where is this time? For you – in future lost.
Yes, smartness is a little tart,
But life is right for tartness host.
While moving slowly in time,
I found for myself a sort of law.
The world is all, completely, thine –
If you just don't ask for more.
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VENDETTA
The curse of memory is eternal,
You can't survive it, only live.
Desire to forget seems natural,
But, then, you won't yourself retrieve.
Retrieving, possibly, a golem,
A simulacrum of your being.
And feel yourself so foully –
A good-for-nothing, smelly thing.
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WRONG NUMBER
It's wrong to live askew,
It's better not to live.
World's in the plainest view,
But still you can't believe.
You dial number GOD.
You dial number HELL.
But is there answer? Not –
So all's not so well.
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WORDS
Look: words create the things –
And both disappear.
This is not what you think,
As penis is not spear.
If Word had been Before,
And now World exists,
We're just the pinafore,
The story with a twist.
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OUT OF DREAMS
They come and go, inchoate,
The faces I had never seen.
Life flows in the slumber-state,
Or is it life? It could just seem…
The seasons: Autumn, Winter, Draw –
The Draw is Martian, I think.
And so I dream, see more and more,
At last perceiving dire things.
The traits I meet in these realms,
I see around me, awake.
Oh, if it only were the palms!
But here is a coiled snake.
The snake, of course, is phantom,
But, bitten, I'm all afire.
And crashes down, glittering, the dome,
I'd built from the subconscious mire.
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A FALL-TRAP
Being a Macho is a fall,
You're always ready to die.
So you live? Oh, not at all,
You cannot even try.
Macho is a seedless fruit,
The meaning is direct.
His fall is not a simple chute,
It is the final fact.
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DEATH AS DIVINE LIGHT
Wishing to die
Helps you to exist.
The death is your eye,
And this is the gist.
So if you can see,
What's real and what's not,
You can easily perceive,
The real meaning of God.
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OH, LIFE!
Oh don't jive me, life!
I'm so tired...
Where's all that kaif*
That's left me scarred?
Oh don't love me, life!
Your love is too close.
Living in constant strife,
I can't smell like a rose.
Oh don't hate me, life!
Your hate can miss the goal.
And with all the evil drive,
Make another's fate foul.
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* Something like "bliss" (Arab)
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OFF-THE-CUFF REMARK
The pictures of your own death
Can come to you – half-dreams…
It will be during, after stress,
When time makes harshest streams.
Unbidden, sequence may arise,
Events of your peril.
So you were right not to surmise,
That Life was God's will.
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HUMAN STAIN*
Nigh illegible but strong,
Humongus as hell,
Encompasses all the throng.
People, living well,
Wellness being so poison-like,
The heart becomes unneeded,
Dumbly waiting for the strike,
Stained humans are overbreeded.
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* Philip Roth's famous novel
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MACHISMO
Your bravery is always ripe,
But ripeness needs a touch of fear.
Yet, fearless, you fight and fight,
Thus losing all you hold dear.
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ACE IN THE HOLE
You can be fearless, of course...
... So very long.
A safe existence is to loath –
A mindless throng.
But a touch of pepper makes you healthy...
... Until you die.
Your parting words will sound breathy,
A tiny cry.
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MAYBE
My life, a moment in time,
Cannot preclude my being a hero.
Maybe it costs not more than dime,
But a dime is humongus against a zero.
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THE END
A human loathes the end
Which so surely will come.
And it is useless to pretend
That heart is an immortal drum.
One moment – and all is lost,
You don't see the void black.
For such a life – ungodly cost,
Forever dead: the Godly fact.
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ALL CHANGES
Sometimes I forget when I live,
So languages mix in my head.
When straining, I feel something give,
And spin down devilish dread.
Sometimes I forget where I live,
And camels come running at me.
All changes and changes, so no reprieve,
Forgetting is easy, but still I must scream.
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CRIMINAL MIND OF CREATOR
Creating of the Earth,
Creating of the air...
But what is water's worth?
Or living creatures' hair?..
... Creation is all done,
Live now, multiply!
The question is, only one:
You live, so you must die?
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PELE-MELE*
Women are a goddamn nuisance,
If you don't know them.
Knowing is the right essence,
Though we're all, sur'ly, damned.
Knowing and ignoramus, sightless,
Senseless, full of light.
... Women must be always topless,
So the life could be forthright!
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* Pell-mell, in a jumbled, confused manner
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THE GREATEST EARTHQUAKE
Earth shatters,
But the world persists.
What etra matters
Need me to exist?
A bit of Love, a bit of Hate,
The shatter starting to abate.
Then Beauty comes, soon giving birth
To a very calm and solid Earth.
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THE WORLD IS AN ILLUSION
The world is an illusion –
If you did not know
This illusion of the world
Is unfinished, scary.
If you want to be age-old,
You must be wary.
On another, second hand,
Who can destroy illusion?
So – the world will meet no end,
At worst, a slight confusion.
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LOSER TAKES ALL
Death: the battle is lost!
I mean – the life is loser,
It's our host.
And all the sorrows doer,
But now one is free,
Vacating a place for other,
Life is a mighty tree.
Or just a symbol, rather...
Its limbs so tend to stretch.
Embracing, smashing, killing,
It never meets its match.
A dreadful, sure, feeling…
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MEDICINE
A touch of bitter shame –
That's what is making life tick.
Your soul is aflame,
And you can frighten Old Nick*.
The silliest mistakes you made,
Maybe are only mistakes.
But God will not permit you trade,
So shame's the medicine you take.
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* Devil
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DARTS OF LOVE
Love is a battlefield,
Where everybody loses.
You have a sword, she has a shield.
Of course if she is not a floozy,
You fight and fight,
Life goes round.
And, lo! Sudden fright:
What if love is ever found?
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TERRA COGNITA
All views are desolate and barren,
And rivers foul-smelling run.
Who's cursed so our terrain?
I want to find him with a gun.
Or with a sword, to cut the road,
Which brings us happily backward.
The enemy must be a fiendish Toad,
That pushes the Progress forward.
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WE FALL... AND FALL... AND FALL...
I remember every day,
I remember every night – with you.
So difficult my way,
So beautiful your view.
Since the beginning of time,
‘Til the end of time and all.
With the love our hearts so rhyme,
Who's afraid of FALL?!
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SOMETIMES...
... There Is a "frontier", very thin,
Between desire and consuming.
You are almost, not quite in.
The lingering is so groovy…
Then you retreat, the moment is gone,
The woman looks at you in horror.
You can consume, but later on –
If she consents to give the honour.
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IT NEVER RAINS BUT IT POURS
Streams of water beat the sea,
Streams of water beat the streets.
So I stare and can't see
Drowned cars like sunken fleets.
The cyclone is from China,
Wind so strong it takes the roofs.
Wooden buildings are breakable china,
Try to breathe – you only puff.
Vladivostok is in Asia,
Russia – in the world.
Nature losing all the measure,
Apocalypse, all told.
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