Selections: 2002-2007


2003 pencil portrait of mine by Mom

I Imagine

I imagine you in a room...
I see you as a cherry-bloom!
And while the heart goes boom,
I'm so amazed that I list!
I'm seeing you as you exist!

This picture I'll petrify...
And so I must now testify,
And believe it is not just a lie.
Your looks eagerly satisfy.
You make the time stop, so we'll never die!

I imagine the room in white!
On the windows curtains make you
A sight of velvet light...
If I continue this, I'll soon stop to write,
There are no words for painting this delight...

I imagine you there playing from sheet music...
The chords you play are so amusing,
The devil can't play the notes you are using.
The things I feel are sweetly confusing.
It is my mind that I am loosing...

I imagine the Indian summer
Let you and me both the leaves do cover,
You the maiden and me the lover...
Nothing can now bother...
And I wouldn't change the moment for another...

I imagine then running hours...
Spent with you on a field of sunflowers...
And the plants turn their plates' towards your silhouette...
- Yes, I imagine just and all that...

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First Concert

There will be a concert someday
No sadness there, no fees to pay
When the flames of the lighters start to sway
- Let the tunes get you carried away!

All who you loved will be there
Cheering together, no need to care
The volume is as much as speakers can bear
And we look down the Earth and begin to stare

Came from a long way, measured in years
Not in length of miles, but in amount of tears
But we finished the ride and we are all now peers
Shame you have to be dead to know how it feels...

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Riding Together

What's the deal with pilgrim tales?
When people travel with souls as big as whales...
Showing remorse while the conscience ails...
On the stones of ancient trails...

Sense without seeing...
Feel without meaning...
Pray without praising...
Speak while they show how they're faking...

Please allow me to be sarcastic,
Although the trip touched me and was fantastic.
For visiting saints it was worth eating from plastic!
(This is going to be wild and frantic!)

Sense without seeing...
Feel without meaning...
Pray without praising...
Speak while they show how they're faking...

We wanted to find good friends
And deplored our sins according to demands...
Everybody held skyward their hands
as we crossed the boarders of foreign lands...

Sense without seeing...
Feel without meaning...
Pray without praising...
Speak while they show how they're faking...

So different people riding together...
Such never existed, never ever!
One is ready to tar and feather,
Others mean that's all good and will be better.

Sense without seeing...
Feel without meaning...
Pray without praising...
Speak while they show how they're faking...

Architecture so remarkable...
You can't take your eyes off the painted wall.
Eleven days, the collect call...
Communitions were like carnival.

Sense without seeing...
Feel without meaning...
Pray without praising...
Speak while they show how they're faking...

Only there was one sensible, the Priest!
One swore behind him and got kicked from the feast...
'Don't you know where you are? Behave at least! You are never pleased!'
And that is how the cleric was also teased...

Sense without seeing...
Feel without meaning...
Pray without praising...
Speak while they show how they're faking...

And every morning was debated
Of course until people got 'coffeinated'.
And every evening was full of bitter jokes
About how hotel elevators trapped some 'folks'...

Sense without seeing...
Feel without meaning...
Pray without praising...
Speak while they show how they're faking...

Saint Jacob - no matter how kind we asked you.
Wanted to get fortune and a bit of love too!
As always God has the right to help or argue,
But show a way out form the deep-blue'!

Sense without seeing...
Feel without meaning...
Pray without praising...
Speak while they show how they're faking...

And there was a guy who told we traded Buddha books.
His verdict came coz' 'maybe' we had the same looks
as someone else who also sells...
How could he listen pleasantly to tolling bells?!?

Sense without seeing...
Feel without meaning...
Pray without praising...
Speak while they show how they're faking...

'Others make us what we are...'
Others knew that was a slander by far!
He told that for simple gain. Was he insane'?
Annoying as another 16 tonnes of coal-remain...

Sense without seeing...
Feel without meaning...
Pray without praising...
Speak while they show how they're faking...

Oh yeah! To compensate the gag,
In Lourdes I was carrying our short-poled flag!
It was tough, but the arm went high with dignity.
The memory of archives made this gesture so so witty'...
(Red, white and green. In the wind they were so pretty.)

Sense without seeing...
Feel without meaning...
Pray without praising...
Speak while they show how they're faking...

So what I felt inside is now all mine.
I don't feel sorry, memories are truly fine.
I just hope people wouldn't imitate themselves
and let ambiguities on their home shelves...

Anyway - isn't that what the Bible tells?

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Sister

Sister - I don't know what to say,
Is it too common that you always bring the' May?
When the Heaven is just a reach away,
And pleasant night follows the shining day!

Sister - (tell me,) how is it I feel so 'Platonic'?
Something deep down rooted atomic,
As every time my mind goes rollick.
Seeing you always brings me chills and frolic...

Sister - I want to endlessly dance with you
To the rhythms of tango through and through...
One by one, two by two,
Till the Sun brings out the morning dew...

Sister - show me there is no fear anymore!
To let me have something to always adore,
You've been granted a gift which is for me the lore!
Who could anyone ask for more?

Sister - how did you get to know my name?
Harsh question, without reasonable claim!
When there is delight, it's all the same...
Things gone - things came...

Sister - I don't want to see you cry!
For me it's always 'DO OR DIE!',
Tears would only ruin your eye...
So look up to the deep-blue sky!

Sister - now I know that I am not alone.
You are the same as me, I shouldn't moan.
There is nothing to 'pierce the skin and gnaw the bone'...
PRIVATE SALVATION - I am reborn!

Sister - this is like as we have known each-other'...
Our feelings that smoulder...
And in the end I want to say to one and all:
I have a sister; - who could anyone ask for more?

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Éjféli kávé

Barna kávé a zöld pohárban
Magamban gondolkodom a szobámban
Bár nem érzem, az idő mégis telik
Az útról autókat hallok, ahogy a havat szelik...

Nincs nyugalom, nincs megállás
A pillanat nem az otthon, csak egy szállás
Már nem tudom megmondani mikor elég
De nem állhat meg a mókuskerék...

És a felrakott zene egy igazságról regél,
Olyanról amit mindenki oszt, nem pedig megél -
Előttem fekszik a megírt papírhegy
Hogy a mából mégis holnap lett, már egyre megy...

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Dreams of Deep

When I finally sleep I do it so deep
That I only see people scream and weep.

The things my mind invents say: 'Hello!'
Phantom walkin' the meadow, the killer, shadow,

Not to mention the obituary of a fellow!
It is too shallow...

The problem is that I don't awake,
I lie there as a knocked-down stake.

And there isn't a sound I make,
When I see the spider and the drake!

I sample every second, every minute,
'DO IT! LOVE IT!' - says the midget.

I dream that I enjoy the sight of blood,
I enjoy how' standards get raped in mud!

Heavens!

I must be so knocked-out...
Sure, that is it! There is no doubt!

Guess, there was something in that draught!
What is my fraught?

"For his rough may quickly kindle..."
With spirits I do the mingle!

In this realm choices are single...
What is this feeling, this tingle?

I watch all through like a movie!
And even some frames seem to be groovy!

Yes, as how fog makes the mornings gloomy.
My reality gets more and more roomy...

I can't get on liking that!
To be the sword dancer with shades and a hat,
- is this the best thing I can get...

A head in the hole - hole in the head...
This is the topic of every chat.

Is this the best thing I can get?
No way, - I can't get on liking that!

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Flakes

Today you couldn't see women pushing carts,
Or tourists running through map-charts...
Only you could hear the generators 'make' heat,
And people were thinking about something
- hopefully - sweet!

You could see the Must on the faces,
Some kind of sorrow filled the places!
Cruising forward in the blowing snow-storm,
It was dark when I arrived home.

Watching the snow fall, - the beautiful sight,
Watching reflectors emerge like cats' eyes in dead white.
Only, - maybe - to our souls this will bring light,
Let the melting flakes wash away the sins
From the Heart!

I am looking out now with fear and wonder,
There is one thing that makes me ponder.
There is the wind, the hail and the
Upcoming frostbite...

But maybe - this will teach us' reunite!
Let this be a sign, of the future, a bright!
Because now there seems no end in sight.
It is about time to let miracles 'happen'!

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A Cliché Returns

Sunken in the year of mellow yellow,
Thinking, but the dictionary won't help,
What I write nobody understands, not even myself...
My words are just repeated inside while I hear Beck's tunes,
On my table there are cherries, my mug, two spoons...

My life always fades away when the Sun starts to shine...
Hours rushed since midnight, and their speed isn't fine.
And every sentence of mine is like a lighter lack of the cigarette;
Three dots away from the things meant to be said...
I saw my enemies' fall - and the way is funny how I regret.

(I am still here, and they are not!)

While I think along, this happens -
I am back where I started with my terms,
The Cliché of my mind returns!
And so, the more the merrier,
Gosh, I am becoming the moment's harrier!

And I hate everything for making me feel that!

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The Watch

The translation and modernisation of a poem with a French or German origin.
- by Anonymous

I have my watch with me, where ever I go...
My best friend, - like her, none can follow.
She is the work of a great master, such a wonderful machine.
She ticks so feverishly in sorrow or when I am keen.
If she stops one day, she will never be the same then'.
- just when, her Creator holds her in his hands again.
Therefore I would visit him in order to array,
But he lives so far, far away.
Further than the Earth and the stars, beyond the Milky Way,
In the home of infinity, that is what others say.
I would hand him my watch with gratitude and fear, asking for help:

'I did not spoil it Sir!
It stopped by itself...'

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Glückliches und Trauriges Lied
(DEZSŐ KOSZTOLÁNYI)

I ch habe Wein und Brot auch
Frau und ein Kind noch dazu
Warum traut dann mein Hertz?
Denn habe ich genug Nahrung für mich selbst.
Ich habe einen Garten. Die Bäume welche da zur Erde sinken
Flüstern auf meinen Wege,
Mohn, Nüsse und Haselnuss, die Last dieser lässt die Kammer
Immer älter aussehen.
Ich habe eine schlichte Decke.
Telefon und Reisetasche.
Ein Wohltäter läst mich miemals für Gunst bitten
Ich will die nebeligen Zeiten weckschicken.
Die sind Betrunken mit Nebel und Träne
Wenn ich selbst manchmal Grüße,
Mir die anderen oft vorher geben die Ehre.
Ich habe Lampen, die Lampen glühen
Ich habe ein Etui für Zigaretten, für die
Wahrheit aus Silber.
Mit Lust und Laune gleitet mein Bleistift, meine Feder'.
In meinem Munde quält meine Pfeife,
Ich habe lauen Tee für Nervenkrankheit'.
Das gibt auch Badewasser, - erfrischend für meinen Körper
Wenn ich Spazieren gehe in wehmütige Straßen von Budapest
Die Leute halten mich nicht für einen Fremden.
Was ich singe ist das Leid,
Der Gram welche viele Gesichter leicht weinen lässt.
Und Ungarn kündigt mich als ihrer jungen Dichter an,
Aber ich halte aus nachts mit Plage und Todesangst.
Ich grabe tief nach meinem Schatz als würde ich unter der
Erde graben nach alten Sachen.
Wie ein aufgeregter Fieberkranker nach Erwachung seinen Traum zerlegt,
Suchen meine Hände um was hier vorgeht'? (noch dem geschähen)
Weil ich habe den Schatz nicht welches ich suche,
Den Schatz vor dem ich stände ganz in Flammen
In dieser Welt bin ich zu Hause
Aber die Heimat oben, habe ich verloren.

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Pille-csoda

 Mikor álltam a mező közepén
Egyedül a Föld kerekén,
Felnéztem az égre,
Döntő választ kérve.

Egy pille szállt az útra,
Szárnyain repültem a jelenbol a jövőbe, a múltba,
Közben pedig csodáltam szépségét,
És kíváncsiság fúrt, - meg' - vetett szét.

Mily érdekes, ha egyet lépek a lepke felrepül,
Majd megint elottem, az útra települ,
Tolem nem fél, társammá szegül,
Hurrá, hurrá! - nem vagyok egyedül!

Aztán jött a többi lepke: ha nem tíz, ha nem száz,
Itt-ott tarkállott a f - a látvány édes, mint a cukormáz!

Így értem haza és végső, mennyei alkumig,
Repült velem az utolsó egészen a kapuig...

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'La Marche Electronique

 A YO, WE ARE 'STRAIGHT LIKE AN ARROW', BUT
OTHERS THINK US FOR 'FAR-OUT', THEY DON'T SEE THE MARROW!

WE ALL LIVE IN DREAMS - FOR THEM IT SEEMS, -
SITTING ALL DAY BEHIND THE SCREENS, BEING LIKE HUMAN MACHINES...

THINK WE ARE ALL THE SAME KIND, AMAZED AND BLIND,
BUT WHO IS LAUGHING NOW? - THEY ARE WHO ARE GOING TO FALL BEHIND!

I DON'T WANT TO BE NOW A FREEDOM-FIGHTER,
BUT LAST TIME I HAD THEIR OPINIONS BURNED WITH MY LIGHTER!

(ALL THAT REMAINED WAS DUST AND ASH
YES, THAT WAS A REAL SMASH!)

IN OUR STYLE WE GOTTA BE ALWAYS 'POINT-BLANK',
NO, NO - THIS IS NOT A CRUEL PRANK - RELATIVITY ALREADY SANK!

(GOSH, I DON'T KNOW WHEN I HAD EVER BEEN SO FRANK?)

THINK!

SITTING HERE WRITING TO THE 'WILD BLUE YONDER', I WONDER.
WE KNOW WHAT MAKES PCs TICK,
BUT USER HABITS MAKE US SICK!
TRYING TO READ THE MANUALS ISN'T A BIG TRICK...
YOU ARE A TRAITOR IF YOU DO THAT,
SO - 'KISS-GOODBYE AND DON'T FORGET YOUR HAT!'

WE ARE INDEED MISUNDERSTOOD,
LIKE IN THE 50s A HOT ROD LOOKING UNDER HIS CAR'S HOOD!

WE ONLY LIKE DIGITAL WATCHES',
WE HAVE FAMILY PROBLEMS - SUCH AS GOING AWAY WITH THE LAUNCHES!

WE ARE THE PEOPLE WHO WISH TO HEAR 'APEX INBOUND' -
OVER RECORDED DIGITAL AND ALL AROUND 240w SURROUND!

THE THING WE LIKE THE MOST ARE SHINY, FLAT AND ROUND
AND A 10 PIECE PACK ISN'T HEAVIER THAN A POUND.

OOOH, - ALWAYS JUST WAITING FOR THAT SCISSORS MADE SOUND...
ARE YOU GETTING AWARE OF THIS BOUND?

WE HAVE KILLED MORE THAN ANYBODY IN THE WORLD,
WE BELIEVE IN 3D SHAPES, WHICH ARE ALL CURVED...

WE ALWAYS GIVE OUT MORE THAN WE HAVE EVER EARNED!
ALL OF OUR LESSONS ARE NOW LEARNED...

AND WE DAMN ON HOW LONG MATERIALS TAKES US TO BE BURNED...
THE TABLES ARE ALWAYS TURNED...

INSTEAD MOVIES WE WATCH DIGITALLY MASTERED...
DISCUSSIONS ARE OVER WINCHESTERS, WHICH ARE NOT RIGHTLY CLUSTERED!

DUST TO DUST AND ASHES TO ASHES,
OUR HEART GETS WARM WHEN ON A SITE AN ANIMATION "FLASH"ES

PRAYING FOR A BETTER FORTUNE, NOT LIKE A CODE WHEN IT CLASHES!
AS IN OUR FREE TIME WE MOSTLY WRITE BACKSLASHES.

AND IN OUR EYES, THE GUY WHO KNOWS AND SOLVES THE DIVISION BY ZERO
WOULD BE THE ONE, THE ONLY AND THE ULTIMATE HERO!

ALWAYS TAKING A GIZMO WITH US WHEN CRUISING THROUGH FOREIGN LANDS,
AND TALK IN A LANGUAGE NO ONE ELSE UNDERSTANDS!

WITHOUT THIS, WE WOULDN'T ENJOY A HOLIDAY .
OUR STYLE IS NOT JUST LIKE FOOLING AROUND IN HAY...

WANTING TO ANSWER THE WHY AND HOW...
AND SECRETLY BEING HAPPY FOR THE CULT OF THE DEAD COW!

FROM LIFE - ONLY ON THE BOARD IS POSSIBLE TO ESCAPE!
SOONER OR LATER THE WORLD WILL FINALLY SWITCH FROM EXPLORER TO NETSCAPE!

BUT WHAT EXACTLY TRIBES' US ?

ANSWERING QUESTIONS NOBODY ASKED,
CHEERING UPON WHEN BILL'S CREDENTIALS WILL BE FINALLY COLLAPSED!

AND WHAT IF THE 'HISTORY FILE' TURNS INTO A MONOLOGUE?
AND AFTER ALL WE WRITE THIS IN THE ERROR-LOG:

"I JUST left with a Coke to forget that laser which
screeches through nights the cylinder head.
Now I am sad... Its maddening, its sad!

There is no other way to vanish from it, sure Man, there is nothing, how hard I please...
- As if the future had already been written in
tiny magnetic fields."

Well this is the first sign for true mental-disease...

YES - THIS MAY BE INDEED IMPOSSIBLE:
WE ARE INDEED CHASING DREAMS NIGHT AND DAY,

BUT THIS IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL IN IT - THIS IS ALL I GOTTA SAY!
A YO, I MIGHT AS WELL GET BACK CODEING 'TILL THE LAST DECAY/'TILL I FINALLY DECAY!

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Qs, As, Just Justs'

How am I today?
How do I manage to stay alive?
Busy as a beaver or a bee in a hive?
Well, it's not worth looking in the mirror any more!
Am I just so mere,
Or is there something wrong with the World?
As it seems there are only ways on
Roads that are all 'curled'...

Qs, As, just justs'.
Why to write now about good stuff?
Life is not pure enough...
It was earlier (- I must agree -)
A bit better, smooth and silky as leather!

Never said I was smart,
All I do is filling my name day by day in a chart!
Is this all I cheered earlier a lot about?
Is there truly no place for a reasonable doubt?
(I am forced...)
We live on this small and crazy Earth - I think,
Things may change during a simple blink,
Aren't we gonna' loose soon the pattern and the logical link?

All I want someone closer than a friend,
'Coz times to times I think I will perish.
Somebody whose hands I could cherish!
I think this is after all not selfish.
(So far evenings were spent alone,
And I am happy I am not having a death-wish!)

I want this to make time stay still,
To commit something, to steal
For good times to remain as stainless steel!
This is the deal!

Qs, As, just justs'.
Why to write now about good stuff?
Life is not pure enough...
It was earlier (- I must agree -)
A bit better, smooth and silky as leather!

People say that our eyes are the mirror of our soul or spirit,
Shame that I have just one way to express it...
Maybe is that the thing why this is not working?
Maybe people think I'm just dishonestly lurking.
And with the ageing troubles double,
Alone it is impossible to compensate the struggle!

Really - where lies the " Emerald City ",
The land of so called precious and pretty?
Where differences are not solved by a blade
And where ruby-roses never fade...

Qs, As, just justs'.
Why to write now about good stuff?
Life is not pure enough...
It was earlier (- I must agree -)
A bit better, smooth and silky as leather!

I am the one who heads for an overkill.
Sometimes I cannot make effort, sometimes I know I will!
Am also thinking about nutty endless fears.
Looking back sunken in tears,
I have never slept contented in a million years!

Listening mainly to freestyle, metal, and techno!
Ya', think I get a company for even that... Hell! No!
How will The Morrighan destroy with rhythms the Requiem?
Even if I think it is cool, others take it another way and drool!
Don't give a damn! - Taking me for a fool!

Qs, As, just justs'.
Why to write now about good stuff?
Life is not pure enough...
It was earlier (- I must agree -)
A bit better, smooth and silky as leather!

Sometimes others MAY think I am a fake!
This brings me the largest ache...
(For Pete's sake!)
And this is when I get rigged to blow:
But they don't care how I 'demonstrate or show'!

Saying they own me a fortune,
This sentence is such an old tune!
- What is wrong with helping each other out?
I have been thinking about this and than was forced and guessed:
Think you don't have to be blessed, just a bit more obsessed!

Right, I will end this up before you get bored with me,
The following line will surely end before you'll count to three!
Thanks for reading this through, and I hope you are not this blue!
Qs and As, just them!

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Slowing Blue Flash
- For why I am awake...

Why am I always dreaming of the underground?
For what riddle should the solution be found?
I am afraid that I cannot be too profound...

Having confusion in the back of my mind...
When will my "sense" leave me finally behind?
I don't know which answer I must find...

(Having illusions, driving me mad inside...
Having illusions ruining wild in my mind...*)

It seems now that life is just business...
At the end lies the long sleep of the cold kiss...
Ay, Angels - up above - what do you say about this?

- The vision gets clearer!
There is no logic, just the meaning...
I always try to solve this every evening..
Causality is men's true healing!
(- If this is true, I want to loose everything!)

Nighttimes should ' do me the stash ' ...
Instead - again - there comes the slowing blue flash...
And being awake causes pains in the flesh...

I am so afraid. This feeling cannot fade...
I rather stay awake at night just to
prevent seeing again the station-sight...

*Cypress Hill - Illusions

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Nincs rosszabb...

Nincs rosszabb hely
az élőhalottak temetőjénél!
Nincs rosszabb,
mert mindig ott vagyunk...
Nincs rosszabb, mert mi is másoknak
Halottak vagyunk...

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To...

They're killing me!
Making me live a double life.
Making me think formal,
Oh, it doesn't suit me, it is not normal:
To function - to work,
To depart - to go,
To explode - to blow,
To demonstrate - to show,
To permit - to let,
To obtain - to get,
To place - to set,
To retain - to keep,
To take a look at - to peep, or sneak a peak!
To consume - to eat,
To deceive - to cheat,
Never let me forget to bleed!

To commence - to begin,
To terminate - to end,
To assist - to help or lend a hand!
To liberate - to free,
To look after - to see,
To desire or require - to want,
To calculate - to count,
To masticate - to chew,
To fix it on - to glue,
To appear - to seem or act through!
To abbreviate - to shorten
up my thoughts for them!

There is only one thing they don't want me to do:
To reside or simply to live!

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Mire visszatérsz

 Mire visszatérsz, a fák már virágba borulnak,
A tél hideg felhői már messze elvonultak.

De az igazi tavaszt csak Te hozod magaddal,
Igéző szemeiddel, hangodon csengő dalokkal.

Míg nem vagy itt, egy nap egy évnek tűnik,
A holnap nem jön el, az éj nem szűnik.

Oly sok minden változik, csak egy dolog marad:
Az égető vágy, hogy lássalak és halljam minden szavad!

Ha egyedül leszel

  Ha egyedül leszel, majd olvasd ezt a levelet!
Minden sorát, ha egy csepp boldogság kell Neked...
Messzi a távolság, de közel hoz a képzelet...
Ne felejtsd el, hogy itthon valaki csak Téged vár,
Csak Téged szeret!

Veled

 Amíg Veled vagyok, boldogan élek,
Pár óráig akkor semmitől sem félek,
Addig a jövőre és a múltra bizakodva nézek,
Tőled mindig többet kapok mint amennyit kérek.
Az együtt töltött idők remélem Neked is szépek,

Ó, de ha te is azt gondolnád mint amit én érzek!
Milyen más lehetne akkor ez az élet!

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Adam and Eve

Adam will be Adam,
Eve will remain Eve,
As nature intended - they both can deceive,
As nature intended - I recon, indeed,
Adam will be Adam,
Eve will remain Eve

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Stolen

There is no motivation for English like before,
Expressions are getting bitterly sore,
It is my certificate I'd like to tore!
I can't be honest no more!
What pleasure was, now has no reason, no core...
Empty is the 'thought-store'...

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With Feelings Deep...

Love thy' Mother! Love her with feelings deep!
She is the only who stands beside when you weep...
Remember how she rocked you till you were asleep...
Remember that! Look back before taking another leap!
Till you die, this is the only true treasure you'll keep...

Love thy' Mother! Love her with feelings steep!
Think how lucky you are to know her!
Not like others who lost track
From the beginning of this 'crazy-streak'!
To know her never lets you ever feel weak!

(And her words never let the World be just
a white and empty leak...)

She will be the one who forgets and will understand.
Trying to provide the best of the wasteland...

She is the only who'll really love you till the end!

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Faded Pictures

I am looking at pictures in faded brown,
on many of which battle-lines had been drawn.
How many were sent to the Heavens and how many to Hell?
Answer me! Oh, not even the numbers can tell?
For which of them tolls now which bell, and where?
If you kill one it is a tragedy, if a million, it is
a statistic for the following ion.
For what was all the killing? Hush now, no one will really tell...
Under the sea, on land and up in the air...
Death really harvested there...
I ask you again,
how many were sent to the Heavens and how many to Hell?
Oh, not even the numbers can tell?

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Your Contradiction

All talk and no walk,
All wind and all smoke,
I hear sizzle but there is no steak,
Outside you've carat, inside you're fake!

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Farewell...

I am not yet worthy of writing the Rood's dream,
I am not a master of any word-stream.

Some days ago I was asked about art
In a discussion, in which I did not want to take part.
Even then, the question was yet a start....
To get apart...

That's that for a short time!
I hope this all was not like bad mime.
You may ask about the impressions - they were simply mixes.
Influence, scrap and a bunch of affixes, suffixes...

Tried to be finite, let you look inside...
So now you know, there is nothing more I could hide!
How was it so far? How will it continue?
This is going to depend mainly on you, so don't sue!

Listen -
This all began as a joke to ease the every-day, made-up yoke...
Things just popped into the brain, rhymes, at first a bit vain.
You know, with-out any strain...

Today this is still not professional, perhaps never will be...
But I hope there is yet something in this to see...
This is how I look like in temporary misery or
When I am just happy or acting sappy...

Such as it is, I end now for some time to come up later
With something better and far more greater...

Farewell...

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