26 April 2012
It is new collection of my small and easy poems. I will update this collection weekly. Enjoy my friends!!!!
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"Poisonnet"
In the last empty maze I left you for lust... For regular shades and thorns of stems' ladders. Only after my fall to the fault' boggy meadows My memory showed you... I went to the past!
I saw scarlet flower, your loneliness throne! I tasted bitter pollen, your dead unread letters! I felt insane nectar, your charm perfume ghetto! I feared of bees - blind slaves of your own...
But I came to you in the depth of night fires. I saw eight shadows, on blinks, in the dances And a cross on your back... you used honey on lances. Spider!...Widow of dark wings and eyes.
But, please, put my heart to your poison net and it will be your butterfly-marionette. ...
Example of Latinized Russian version. If you want to listen a melody of my language.
*** Va poosto'm la-bi-ri'nte ya bro'-sil te-bya' pro-me-nyav' Na stroy'- nie te'-ni, na lest'-ni-zi steb'-ley s shi-pa'-mi I lish pro-va-liv'-shis va bolo'to vini' moya' pa'-myat Ya-vi'la te-bya' i va bilo'e ya prig'-nool, strem-glav'
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Russian version.
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В пустом лабиринте я бросил тебя, променяв На стройные тени, на лестницы стеблей с шипами И лишь провалившись в болото вины, моя память Явила тебя и в былое я прыгнул, стремглав.
Увидел бутон я атласный, твой одиночества трон Почуял я горечь пыльцы, письма твои без прочтения. Вкусил этот дикий нектар, гетто духов обольщения. Боялся я пчел, слуг, кто зрения лишен.
Но я посетил тебя в бездне горящих ночей И восемь теней танцевали на бликах безликих Носила ты крест на спине, смазав медом две пики Ты арахнида теперь, крыльев вдова и очей
Но брось мое сердце в свою ядовитую сетку Оно будет бабочкой-марионеткой!
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"Shopping list"
Wife: -Buy the all things in the list Or at least buy me a kiss, darling!
Husband: -okeeeey, let me see...hmmm
1. Milk and cheese...
-I can buy this... I'll buy you a cow With bottles and a plough For south or north poles! And I'll choose, oh wow, one kilo of fresh cheese' holes)))
2. Sugar.
-I can buy...Uuh haaa!!! It is so funny! But why I need this? I have you...honey! Better I'll buy bees...
3. Cereal or Corn-flakes
-Hmmmm...It's can be a fake! Are you a cereal killer With rye-born tequila? For you, my princess, I'll buy unicorn-flakes!
4. Tea.
-Cold, hot or dry? Tell me, tell me, tell me why? We have TV already! I am not a teanager! I am husband and daddy. Coffee is better!
5. Chinese food.
- Chinese iphone, ipad And the all goods!!! And after all that You want Chinese food????? I'll buy you a tour to Beijing With tonic and gin!
6. Toilet paper.
- Ouuu...what a bad vapor! It is not good! Better I'll buy shares of the Wood!
Wife: -I'll go by myself, you are distress!!!
Husband: -Yesssss!!!!!
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"Meatropolis: Guide for zombi girl"
Welcome to the Meatropolis! Meet your meat!!
Chapter 1.
*** Hobo sapiens on the streets - Are cheap meat sweets! Heads on the sticks - Are new chupa chups! Drink Coca-coma With aroma of grubs!
So...
Don't buy hotdogs with fingers and eyes! You can find a fresh meat Within every guys! You are the good girl!
Don't let handsome zombi To bite your ass, To tear your dress and get address! You are the good girl!
Don't do necromance With hot Necromancers in the morgue or bog! They are bad dancers In the acid fog! You are the good girl!
Don't catch bullets and axe From every your ex-... And don't eat fat kid In the evening while! It's bad for your fit! So kill, crush and smile! You are the good girl!
And say welcome to every man! Meatropolis is open... From grave and till ten...
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"Question Messiah"
Give me the dirty "what"er and I'll give you the sacred "why"ne!!! But, please, don't play in lotto With numbers which divine!
Let me in your poor "how"s and I'll take off you from"who"ok Just don't ask me like Faust And first guy with a nude look.
And you need no "when"detta For "which"es, "where"pires of night! I'll save you from fear's ghetto and I'll be your guide!
You can be stupid, lazy and even bad and blind... I love you and I've no questions for the "whom"ankind!
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"Two left feet"
Can you be a captain of paper fleet If it made from bath tissues a bit? Can you flee to the lee of tulip's head if you're just a flea on the lea of bed?
Can you do feetness every day? Searching for socks without mayday? Can you dance in the style of squid If you have only... Two left feet?
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"Rock alphabet"
a - for Ac/Dc's thunder b - Black sabbath’s sabotage c - is Cannibal corpse of panda d - Adios! Dio's rage! e - Emperor's terror roar! f - Fear factory in awe. g - is Guns-n-roses’s soar h - like Helloween's hello i - is Iron maiden’s strings j - for Judas priest with fist k - like Kiss of undead kings l - Led zeppelin with beast! m - Metallica for boss n – Nirvana, almost near o - for Ozzy, dosed goth p - is Pain’s atmosphere! q - like Queen of blue hell tails r – Rammstein’s fine steel balls s - Slipknot for sleep with tales t - Tenacious D’s red falls u -Ufo for you and brain v - Van halen’s fallen one w - Whitesnake's black train z - is ZZ top’s old fun. y - is Ygwie Malmsteen’s peak x - for Xandria's vice sun. But if you the clever freak - listen to the mummy. Son...
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"Formulae for mule warrior"
Multiply The mind with Eden It’s not hard but = Heaven – scabbard Mind – knife, That is why Die with care! Don’t cut yourself!
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"Flower in the dark wood"
No matter how colorful and bright you are If your sun is so far...far...far... No matter what rare bees can visit you If only beasts drinks your dew! No matter how strong your stem If shades are your followers and you like them! No matter! Even you are so good... If you grow up in the dark...dark wood!
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"Forecast 4"
I'll buy all ill. He'll rent all hell. She'll hide all of this in shell. And, probably, we'll be well!
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"Misantropics"
Do you want to get journey to the Misantropics? Just imagine, Jonny, Thousands of topics From blind monkeys (not from monk with keys, Drunk, without a kiss) Topics from bees With black toxic wax Or from burning trees With teeth of the drugs! Topics from pigs and to pigs! The one great mix! From birds with hollow eggs On the maps without a X! Isn't it funny? You need no money To be the beast, to be the best! Wild east, wild west! Just imagine a wood Without a dude, No the stupid bags of bones No Cupid for your own! Only the clear wild zones! No souls but a lot of sacrifice stones!!! And yes, you can hunt for a man If you want! But, please, don't, don't, don't!!! ... It is so hard to find a real true human...
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"Everest"
This mountain is full of the dead bodies, Frozen in the ice... Dozens of eyes With a hope for the hights! Dozens of lips Joined with the dead wind By the last kiss. Everest...in peace!
P.S. It is true...((((( I cry for all of this brave guys who died on Everest...I have only hope that someday people will bury them with respectfulness and honor!
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"Syria"
The Bloody diary. Day one. Murder on the street... Dirty old van had an abortion With dead twins... So many emotions! Nobody wins! No one have wings! This is war for the oil! Inhuman, cynic spoil!!!
The Bloody diary. Day two. I saw Devil tool in the hand of kid...
-You want to kill them?
-Yes, sir, indeed!
-Why you don't play With your xbox?
-My daddy in a clay Among the red rocks... My mom in the cellar With other sick olds... I know that bestseller Is only black gold!
-But you are just kid! How can you resist?
-So tell me who rid My country of this? I'm adult! I'm man! I'm ten! No time for a toy...for enjoy... Sir...I can!
I put down pen, listening a boy... But suddenly bullet Pierced his heart! I wanted to pull it, Covered in his blood. And then I ran to the out... To the embassy' walls... I cried with shout About all this falls!
The Bloody diary. Day three. I hope all this people will be happy and free!
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"Hobo Sapiens"
We are animals of the any malls! Big and small, wide and short... This is shopping third reign... Only for gray dead brain! Here Hitler is Hit! Fascism fashion! If you can't buy it Rent Obsession! New fylfot of the bar code! Do we have home Or just dead end road? ... We are hobo With a credit heart load!
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"Ressurecross"
Behind the old Christ-given shroud My soul uplifted your lips with doubt I sense you lived on the roughness of a cross Amidst a heaving crowd! ... Alas! I don’t deserve to serve your wrists! ... Cold sweats ran down my sunken cheeks they drew hieroglyphs of wilting agonies on marbled palms for me like doomed peace. ... And I chose justify! And I chose just to fight In a web of ceremonies, ... An attempt to resurrect your frozen body, here in the borders’ knot! ... But I’m not Lord - ... No wonders! Just one death! ... And you are not the Lazarus Of my dead lot.
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JROCK version
Behind the old God-given shroud My soul uplifted your lips with doubt I sense you lived on the shininess of a cross. So out, out! Don't be afraid to fall!
You are my idol, doll!
I don’t deserve to serve your wrists this weeks! Sweet sweats ran down my white cheeks and drew hieroglyphs on my palms. So weak, weak! Don't be afraid of all!
You are my idol, doll!
And I'll justify... just to fight in a web of ceremonies an attempt to resurrect your frozen kiss in the borders' knot! And please, please, please! Don't be afraid of my goal!
You are my idol, doll!
But I’m not Christ…and you're so iced in depth! Let me sing the echo of your breath! No wonders for one's death...death...death... You aren't Lazarus in the hall!
You are my idol, doll!
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