Lennon

grab the shadow
youngster's heart
looking at the wheels
too old
international army
when do you give a fuck
be in the share
source of injustice
however, no
'podlyana'
nobody loves you
life with rats
on machine guns
promises of love
dangerous thoughts
multiplication to music
jelly heaven
clean sand beach
eyes of different colors
someone in heaven
crazy rock
half-bloods music
pill action
real kids
five point-blank shots
unit of resistance
extended arm
conversation at Heartbreak Hotel
education of patriots
people are oppressed

     grab the shadow
            /Lennon
Getting into the emergency room is not easy...
don't argue, go try it

they love shadows...
this is a very touching love!

grab my shadow - and kiss

     youngster's heart
     baby's heart beat / Lennon
how the heart of a youngster pierces!

youngsters are sex sadie...
who was not a minor
will never become human

     looking at the wheels
     watching the wheels / Lennon
looking at fast wheels, you don’t immediately truncate
that you were left on the sidelines
with a backpack at his feet and a Cola in his hand...

what else do you have to go and go while you
turn around at the sound of brakes
police car

    too old
    happiness is a warm gun /Lennon
happiness - it is, you touch it - it burns ...

don't expect to see me too old

     international army
     I don't want to be a soldier / Lennon
... we will pour a cocktail (Molotov)
, kiss the edge of the black banner

I want to be a soldier of this international
army, where are the signs
unite, not separate...

     when do you give a fuck
     when I'm sixty four / Lennon
it's time to hang yourself behind a wrinkled scrotum ...

I didn't even notice how I became a legend...
however, after the third bullet I felt
somehow 'pokh'

     be in the share
again social demands
, actions in defense of exotic rights ...

! who the fuck is this today?
...try to stay at home
, like to be in share

students should choose their teachers
and the children - familians, I once sang

     source of injustice
     imagine: no property... /Lennon
... cattle also have no property
,only sharp horns

and you imagine a world without gender differences!
Here is the source of injustice:
in gender differences

     however, no
     listen,the snow is falling /Yoko Ono
...when cold snow falls on a warm hand

! no you listen
, listen to rock and we will win
...however

     'podlyana'
     the luck of the Irish/Lennon
every kind of happiness happens.
both big and small...
big elephant
, and a small one - from a tinsmith

how to measure it? .. is there a 'podlyana' here?
like a smile of an official when
they rub his back in the bath

i hate irish happiness

     nobody loves you
            /Lennon
...his life was monotonous:
meditate on the search for cigarettes in empty packs
on the floor,
coffee, a glass of unfinished - you have to go ...
on the road on the right - like a bar:
impudent niggers,fat ass hostess...
at the finish line as always: police, gray cold walls

when no one loves you
, fall for any idea

     life with rats
     rats that crawl on them / Lennon
such is public life...

they are hungry for food, something like bloody
placenta
, they rush to the micro

     on machine guns
... first - a revolution in morality

then, quenching sexual hunger,
straight out of a waffled bed
love takes to the streets
, on machine guns

     promises of love
     I'll promise you anything / Lennon
...cant, dude - this is what they do combat
reversal

love and war have the same laws:
they promise you everything

     dangerous thoughts
     isolation / Lennon
... you are not guilty yet in the detention center
you are just isolated

for your own benefit:
from dangerous viral infections
from contagious love and thoughts

? and from thoughts ... well - it's 'bespredel'!

    multiplication to music
    look for a girl with the sun in her eyes / Lennon
she is in a light cotton dress
, she dreams and - understands
that it is empty

... emptiness multiplied by music

     jelly heaven
     and marmalade skies / Lennon
... you answer more and more slowly:
complete lack of ideals is the reason

and when, standing on your head,
you talk backwards like licking gummy skies

     clean sand beach
     hide before everyone is dead / Yoko Ono
bombarded from the leeward side
and not from the sun...
so you can hear the screams better

cries of seagulls and moans of love
on a clean sand beach
before they all

     eyes of different colors
     I'm the wolrus/Lennon
walrus wears loose clothing
, and the penguin - sandals made of straw ...
let the flowers grow immediately in cellophane
in Sergeant Pepper's greenhouse

I already sang about eyes of different colors:
they are right there - wink
when I have my back to them

     someone in heaven
     look for me in the sky / Yoko Ono
Hey Jude, what are you looking for on these fucking
heaven?
you said - there is nothing!

no, no, you're wrong
someone must be...
from there you can hear music and slapping
sticky condoms

     crazy rock
when we started smashing the windows...

it started at school
, with problems with teachers
when we chose
     crazy rock / Lennon

     half-bloods music
? dishwasher stories...
I haven't read though

jazz - crappy half-bloods music

     pill action
     if the effect of the pills weakens / Lennon
Does that mean it will happen tomorrow?
- yes, yes, tomorrow I will love you ...

PS. I love you

     real kids
epileptics are real people!

like in Swan Lake
real kids dancing

     five point-blank shots
     I'm a loser / Lennon
ah, this is the one that will kill me...

turn off your mind
type 'off'

     unit of resistance
     give the world a chance /Lennon
stop, dude! - "world" is a market
, advertising space

where are you zero consumption
, not a unit of resistance

     extended arm
     a revolver is an elongated hand / Lennon
wet palms - that's an outstanding sign!

when they cling to you, they are recommended by supporters
Senrikyo, and someone whispers: "revolver ..."

     conversation at Heartbreak Hotel
first day in life?
... who remembers him
they say they bombed that day

     education of patriots
rock 'n' roll is a movement at the act
not a music genre

there is already counterrock - a means of education
patriots

     people are oppressed
            /Lennon
the mood of aggression prevails if
dealing with people

people are always brave and freedom-loving
, while people -


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Lt. Col. Beefheart - Two threes and a square...64. We're 64 and we can tell you that Lily-putians need us beyond the extent of our dreaming them because we suffer their existence...and maybe that's true of all conscience nessy's in a loch Ness.

We got our sword out of a mere. The creation always consumes the creator like a dream eats the dreamer. Well, only the bad parts, only the things that the dreamers put onto us to tie us down, to harness us is to feed. So we say that they can feast on the shit that they would dump on a three year old since he was three and leave only the things made for love.

Riveting poem but maybe too long. Yes, we hear you, Mozart, as you say that there are only as many notes as you require but it feels as if a harness is being wrapped around us and we're not pulling their wagon for them anymore or sitting forever harnessed to their electric chair. Will they cease to be if we stand up?

Enjoyed it.

Thanks for writing.

Александр Мурыгин   17.01.2024 10:56     Заявить о нарушении
Подполковник Бифхарт: Две тройки и квадрат...64. Нам 64 года, и мы можем сказать вам, что лилипутианцы нуждаются в нас больше, чем мы мечтаем о них, потому что мы страдаем от их существования... и, возможно, это верно для всех сознательных жителей озера Лох-Несс.

Мы достали наш меч из болота. Творение всегда поглощает творца, как мечта съедает мечтателя. Ну, только плохое, только то, что на нас наложили мечтатели, чтобы нас связать, запрячь - это накормить. Итак, мы говорим, что они могут полакомиться тем дерьмом, которым вылили бы трехлетнего ребенка с трех лет, и оставить только то, что сделано для любви.

Захватывающее стихотворение, но, возможно, слишком длинное. Да, мы слышим вас, Моцарт, как вы говорите, что нот ровно столько, сколько вам нужно, но такое ощущение, будто нас обматывают упряжью, и мы уже не тянем за ними их повозку и не сидим вечно впряженными в их электрический стул. Перестанут ли они существовать, если мы встанем?

Получил удовольствие от этого.
Спасибо, что написали.

Александр Мурыгин   22.01.2024 11:12   Заявить о нарушении

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