Pared Eyes

(Да будет град, когда не буду я услышан
The hail, not heil or Hell is in prescription)

The music is quiet
The light is serеne
We are like in
Slow motion film
Еven standing still
Like rocks, yet Rock and roll begin
The moment you are in -
Ta-dah!

A shithole?

Or, Sire, is it not
What you have dreamed of?

What?

Overall, and speaking out loud
The dreams of other people
You have led by lies of yours?

Or I suppose we need a course
Instead of intertwining
Or maybe intercourse
Instead of whining?

Then how about
Sense of smell
Of that shithole
For you to interface
The feelings, and the taste?

It needs to be created first
Topiya's interface is yours
To conquer
And I concur, - yes
Uncle Sam Proceed!

Success in that endeavor
Is awaiting,
As well as the sense of smell
You have created and the

Abyss we are facing all
Yet we are without Moses?!
Who leads us in this World,
Or is it not proclaimed like bill of rights?

This case is primed, and is it mine -
Task to say it out loud?
What it is of more about
The way in? Or is it - in and out?

Omnibus of your life
Begins, and will be like

The Bill of Rights?!

No, Sire!
Soon we shall
Consider that one too

Why not to try Imagination first?
Yes, imagine that
The Inevitable just happened, yet
It's better to be intertwined

With the other side?

Yes Sire, you are right!
Extrapolate!
When you are dead
What else does come to mind?

Ah?

Think of Death and ...

Paradise? What else?

Are you surprised?
Or am I puzzled?
By Merriam or is it – Webster’s
Definition of a Crain vs Muslim?

Perhaps, as Fathers
Of this land who once
Proclaimed the bill of rights
And I do hope that,
You dream of them at nights

Yet, it may seem that
While You keep your smile
Reminding others of that bill
Your, Sire, work, and US congress
Produced, the other kind
Of bills, at most,

Although - Postponed,
Like Moses, and the other promises
Of yours, yes, Mr. Biden, you are
The one who represents this country
And therefore, you are, indeed,
IO of Uncle Sam

Your paradise is going to be
Void/Canceled any day
As well as for them
Unless, You try to be that Moses,
Who leads us, as you claim!

Can I remind you that?
When you face Death
Your bill is due - IMMEDIATELY
Hence, as your "lawyah fuck" friends
Would put it in
(As your concern, of course) –
"Who is that fucker who is talking?"
Well, I have invited you before
As well as Mr. Putin
My name is Andrei Smyk

This poem too if you desire
Can be your invitation, Sire
And, please, remember that
Your courage will be admired
By all the members of this nation
As well as of the World
Not only fuckupees of US congress

And I live not
That far away, indeed
And am not leaving yet
And I would say
It does not qualify to say - away
(At Clear Lake, CA in USA)

Please, come to see me
Remember, - TIME is running out
While I will try to help about
Your concerns
Yet, my question is
Are you ready to die, Sir?

Too soon? Am I trying to scare you?
Oh, Dear!
If you think that way, then
Please, don't interfere,
Just send someone to see Andrei

Who is your trusted pioneer
Like we are all in heart as - one
For each of us and all for ...

?

Yes, you, too, perhaps!
If time allows, yet it's - then!
Not now, Sire! Or is it Sir?
I wonder, what would you prefer?

Amen?

Andrei Smyk
(Inviter - Razoom Church
This title fits the bill,
Perhaps? Suppose?
Worse - an invitee to be
Not an inventor, yet, not an
Inverter either of the
Common sense, since
He needs to be invited, for a dance
And not invaded like his Motherland, indeed)

Topiya, Muses, and Andrusha Smyk
Church RAZOOM