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Fuck

I prefer writing with cushion by the bones
When my heart had lost in the darkness
I feel darkness
Dot, space and breath
You're keeping me in your stomach
And talking dirty to me
You have no mercy
I beg you and lick your boots
I still look at my face in the mirror
And I see there
Eye sockets that's not worth at all
Hair too short
Scuffed cheeks
 
I'm going hunting
Throwing away all the people from my head
In purposes of refusal
I have my hearty middle finger
Of course, I tell it pleasantly
Despite everything has burn down
What's scalding me is glowing
Just like shining altars
Just some phrases
That's for 's', for 'p', for 'k', for 'j'
Like a hammer to my plexus
Die Antwoord in the background
And these daubs from junior high school are generate transmissions for me
Just listen
You are wild and I like that flight
 
It is wrong to tell badly to other person
It mustn't to do it
(Fe, fe, fe)
It is wrong to speak badly about yourself
It mustn't to do it
(Fuck, fuck, fuck)
 
I'm sipping cola too fast
I'm clogging up my too silent thoughts
And I'm already on the border of putting on weight
I don't have an initiative
I already don't have life
In the alphabet, your name appears
And pulling me on the bottom
Pulling me on the pavement
I return sober
And spitting out that cola
Words hurt harder than too dense triols
 
You talk to me less
Than you're writing to me on a facebook
There are many hands, many thumbs
Maybe it's mistake
I'm coming to the golden bows
How many look, how much bang
It will be hurt with a second bite
I'm eating wheat roll with a cheese, sauce and double meat
Then I say 'fuck'
You're looking at me
You would take my taste away
I bend my neck down
I will eat those rolls that are sensitive to me
Then I will play new Dua for sobering up
I have a tandem of clearance in my head
 
It is wrong to tell badly to other person
It mustn't to do it
(Fe, fe, fe)
It is wrong to speak badly about yourself
It mustn't to do it
(Fuck, fuck, fuck)
 


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2024.10.05.

Missing





I'll search for you every day to the source
like a salmon that swims upstream
and, defying the arrows, the bears, and the fishermen
arrives at the season of love.
 

I'll search for you in the eyes of the last friend,
I'll listen to the tolling of an ancient heart.
I'll search on the body of a lonely woman
the last “I love you” lost in her throat.
 

Dear missing love,
where have you gone, where have you ended up?
Dear missing love,
they threw you away like a dress.
 

They no longer want you, they no longer search for you,
you haven’t seen “love”,
I asked an old poet
but they had broken his pencil.
 

I'll search for you among the desks of an old schoolhouse
where in your book I left you a pansy.
I'll search in a song of revolution
another feeling and a song.
 

I'll search for you every day to the source
like a salmon swimming upstream,
a little hero at the risk of dying,
you give life to the sea for love.
 

Dear missing love,
where have you gone, where have you ended up?
Dear missing love,
they threw you away like a dress.
 

And they no longer want you, they no longer search for you,
you haven't seen 'love',
I asked an old poet
but they had broken his pencil.
 

Dear missing love.
 

~~~~~
 

Dear missing love.
 


2024.10.05.

Heavenly serenade





Go
Heavenly serenade
Heavenly like the eyes of a woman
Who resembles so much a Madonna
Go
You who have known everything
Calm the heart that hasn't forgotten
The golden dreams that it hasn't dreamed
It hurts so much
The melancholy
Since my love
Is no longer mine
Go
Heavenly serenade
You who know how much I suffer and how sad I am
Just tell her about the tears it costs us
Heavenly serenade
And nothing more
 

To hear softly again:
“Good evening”
The taste of your kisses
To dream again
To give a little more peace
To this heart
To hear softly again:
“Good evening”
 

It hurts so much
The melancholy
Since my love
Is no longer mine
Go
Heavenly serenade
You who know how much I suffer and how sad I am
Just tell her about the tears it costs us
Heavenly serenade
And nothing more
 


2024.10.05.

Heavenly serenade





Go
Heavenly serenade
Heavenly like the eyes of a woman
Who resembles so much a Madonna
Go
You who have known everything
Calm the heart of one who hasn’t forgotten
The golden dreams that they haven’t dreamed
It kills so much
The melancholy
Since my love
Is no longer mine
Go
Heavenly serenade
You, who know how much I suffer and how sad I am
Just tell her about the tears it costs us
Heavenly serenade and nothing more
 

To hear softly again:
“Good evening”
The taste of her kisses
To dream again
To give a little more light
To this heart
To hear softly again:
“Good evening”
 

You, who know how much I suffer and how sad I am
Just tell her about the tears it costs us
Heavenly serenade and nothing more
 

To hear softly again:
“Good evening”
 


2024.10.05.

Heavenly serenade





Go
Heavenly serenade
Heavenly like the eyes of a woman
Who resembles so much a Madonna
Go
You who have known everything
Calm the heart that hasn’t forgotten
The golden dreams that it hasn’t dreamed
It kills so much
The melancholy
Since my love
Is no longer mine
Go
Heavenly serenade
You, who know how much I suffer and how sad I am
Just tell her the tears it costs us
Heavenly serenade
And nothing more
 

To hear softly again:
“Good evening”
The taste of your kisses
To dream again
To give a little more light
To this heart
To hear softly again:
“Good evening”
 

Go
You who have known everything
Calm the heart that hasn’t forgotten
The golden dreams that it hasn’t dreamed
It kills so much
The melancholy
Since my love
Is no longer mine
Go
Heavenly serenade
You, who know how much I suffer and how sad I am
Just tell her the tears it costs us
Heavenly serenade
And nothing more
 

To hear softly again:
“Good evening”