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Competition

I looked in the mirror and trough it;
the devil pulls the nails trough my hear,
and I saw the hell under her lips
so near to my neck.


I know that I should play,
but that horny thing dances on me.
I try to set the dinner,
but that filth rides him on my plate.


He tells me "I love you",
and it sucks as well how it sounds.
It pokes my virtue with the diamond stick.
So, I fit my leather and take the fiddle, 
grab his lover and set him a show.


He looked in the mirror and trough it;
the devil tails his waist and dances tight,
and under her knee he minds to get drunk or not
while devil takes another smoke.


With a little devil in the middle,
we are giving each other a hell,
setting the same table,
looking for a way to prevail.


And the other lovers come
with the pictures of flaming hearths.
Devil scents them with the caramel eyes.
So, she drags them to bowl a soup 
of the love that falls in an envy so deviously fine.

Trouble and Strife


I tried to say this for days
but those words never departed.
They never put the foot
on your doorstep.

So, should I accept the challenge,
endure pocket-size excess
and follow my inherent aptitude?

From one side it's a jabbing end
apart from the decency,
and from another
pain
bible-poking Job
putting out only a fail.

Can you cash me out
to meet the requirements for the hell?
You wouldn't need to thank me
and you'll be very welcomed.

If you're still in doubt,
I'm your succinic perplex
that emboldens your mind
and gives you a long-long night
in the crooked way.

It's my true color of the poltroon
who rather trash all aspects
of the tenderness
and has the nerve to eat up
more than deserves.

At the fairy end, here comes the trouble
and strife:
the little mess I would put you at
wouldn't harm your health.





Conger

Can't you hear me
when I'm calling
you never ever look at me
when we are alone
you dwell away
and look at her

I wish to know
where you mind roams
and in the same time
I'm sorry to see you like this
to suffer like a wound
alone
but so close to me

You're conger like
when it comes to spring currents
and stalagmites
in dark caves
but I know your eyes
they never lie

You dream about
somebody else's anemone
you fake all words and sighs
and urges
and just play
yourself to fool
but never letting go the play.

Head Of Synod

So
you shall gave me in
that immense blueish yonder
and feel so noble
to shoot out
another sparrow?

... the one who will ponder
and drear
and have shafts
lose all ebbs and tides?

But
- Wouldn't it be a greater deduction
if I only plague and wonder
to your dread
to make a modern haircut
to the synod head?


After all I'll follow the light

I love you
you said
you see
I know it's an act
but I don't care

I have no regrets
if everything was a lie
I see it now
and just go with the tide

If you are stoned
standing there all alone
you won't cross my mind
because I have  to
follow the light

69 dragons

Control what you can, do what you need
But never doubt how do I feel.














I couldn't ignore
When you sent for me
Too many times,
So I came,
But all ill will praise against
Where should I dwell in your eyes.

I don't want to make
Your 69 dragons
So obvious and kind of plain
-you beautiful mind;
If you look in the mirror
Of that what is a king of sorrow
You'll see I died for you.

As galling was too harsh
I swear,
I'll never adore and look up to
The one who offended you.
In my final now
I look the other way
Because you have to be
The one who is saved.


Track The Changes


I wear my mask of tamed anger
but you know it's fake, right?
You wear the shield of controlled power
holding your breath to spare remarks

The proper acquit is all we left to stay
that cultivated fire that apparently suits the rule
I wish you could track my changes
and silent this pain away

Yo, friend, would you save my mind
I'm too old to wonder blind
Yo, friend, we both know what follows
I'm so close to leave the frame.

You just can't take any chances
no you can't allow the rage
even when feeling takes you
you well chose to say the lie.


mood setter: play!









You May Keep YourSelf

I've been flogged a million times
and resold like a book,
a loanword duff from the shelf
and made into retail dream,
so step me down
anyway you need.








You love me just for saying
and say it like you mean it.
What a thespian you are
no wonder I believe in every lie.

I've been your elated fiddling storm,
the preposterous frenzy
to whom you played a vile cod
playing me so bally cold.

It's moth-eaten to say
how much I miss you,
but you have no time
and I can't reach you.
I'm afraid you may die
-aye!-hail Mary to your sweet destiny

So, you may keep yourself.
Yes, you may continue to be
- you do good what you are.

No fear, you may keep yourself
because I'll love you all the same
and we'll do fine no matter how far.

The hundred times to say I'm sorry


You find me an eye to an eye

And got me to flame my mind
So lead me now into my element
Flood fire in ocean of cold water

I love you, that's the first,
All other I just adjust
To walk that alley like pile of stone
I had to change the game of love long ago

I love you, that's the first,
All other I just adjust
And make illusions dance in my arms
To be the perfect match for the stars

The hundred times to say I'm sorry
I know is not enough
I know you hate my demons
But I'm completely in love with yours

The hundred times to say I'm sorry
Has no point at all
No poison, no cure can make a clue
Because half of me is patched with you
And another craves your star sky
To be my doom



One Judge

A sobering night
When eleventh in its path
One quarter of nothing
In chime of the night

All what is left of the shed tears
And silent cries
For just
I deliver my wing of spring
In sheer of devils eyes

All what is pure
Of the Innocence, Life
Has been lead to spade
Unseen to die
In filth that links
Uncharted places
Of hand and hearth

A sobering night
When eleventh in its path
One quarter of nothing
In chime of the night

From the plate plain in distance
That earthquake-all-sound We are
One is the judge 
That puts the Beast
In blood to be drowned



Bantam Register

( small inputs)
It took it a durn
and took it for glib
to make hexa- aspects
initiate the turn
so how plow plans pleasure
might be show

That dally gleam made retort
under dairy curb does get
but sham pain

and it is real slow and sweet
to come and go for
bantam register
deliver a fraction
in uninhibited equation

Trough sealed glasses
I do read lips and noses
I might not get in tune
with choir of wires and nuns
but I do try to make it
less skimmed so you enjoy
practice.

Power and perfection

So much affection and admire
with no love in sight
So much fire no cool
So much Sun worship
no shade for weak
to hide
they die

So much power and perfection
With no emotion
So much ability and reflection
So much passion in energy
no chance to decline

place of Queen is

to go there
bite trough all beat and
succeed to appreciate it
to be loyal and proud
because is first to alike

has to hug all night
bite trough all beats layer
choose the best first alike
owe it to synchronize with
because so numbers
are put down

CAN DO

You ask me to forget
To leave all unnecessary
Junk
Under your window
You are the guardian
Of time and all sick forgiveness
And deceptions
For unfaithful

You ask me to forget
Home of Sun and
When wake up just to be
What need to like you
And to be aware
Under different sky
All the pearls from oasis
Can be yours
That though is clean
Almost as ice

Sleep me too!
So I never wake up
If I don’t need to
In hours without beat
You can stop me dead
With simple words
Even in heart of flame

Sleep me too!
So I remain on the cloud
If you please can do for
One night
And just
Give a little bit speedup
When I wake after
In free fall down




BURNED IN LIGHT

Your years pass me by
So cursed
And you should let them

 Follow me
Away
Away


Turn the candles off
Go to sleep
And dream
Spring which I would like
To give you
Over and over
Again

All that time that run fast;
-Tell me how much worth it
Holds on you
All that sun that burned in
Rays of light;
-Show me the marks
On your skin

IF I PROMISE




If I promise to hold you in my arms
The whole night long
And tell you all
You want to know -
Oh, all of that is so irrelevant
If I am not able  
To tell you, beautiful,
Just, don't go away.


Sky drinks my silence
Like clouds put on the ground;
In fog alike are big walls,
In fall you must to know -
I am enveloped by this storm.

With whom do you dine now?
What happened to make you ask me
To promise?
I can only commit you
The most beautiful song
(Yes! I keep it just for you)
And maybe an hour or two
Of trait
So I can ware
And then wear you
in my heart.












KISS ME

Don't ask me early in the morning
when I am hurting
from my night mirages.
I just need a source from the mountain,
when I am wakening,
to wash my hands.



Kiss me, to forget the moonlight from that place.
Kiss me, to drown  in your big smile.

I come to you to seek the oblivion
in your arms 
and completely unconsciously
I call you a wrong name.

Just kiss me,
it’s really not important;
honey, I love you
but I can't see it’s over.

JUPITER

So, would you be my
the best and the greatest
more of all stars I adored in vain
while revolved around you

 So would you be my
rain and lightning
like all dreams in my head
that I design in silence
behind your moons

 I can bare what ever it takes
to stay here but to stay
away of gravity pull

 I can take
any form
unthinkable
no matter
even dust in dusk
to please you

 I have a part of sky
and share of my own way
but outer there I am lost
without center to settle

 So , can you give me so much
of your sober practicality
So, can you be
my celestial hurler

EDO ANGE

It's not a secret that I spare you by the drop of a line,
And tell my foemen to fly a bird
When they infringe my weird perception
I lean toward to fall in the Sun,
Because I will rather die than decline.



I can clear down forgetting all the mess, 
and let my heart to sing, 
if I just could shut down 
the luminaries of the world 
and allow only Moon to shine 
in the last second, 
so you can see me.

In infamous flight
You maybe don't feel the meaning
What disreputable
Edo wings bring that past
Of no glory.

It's not a secret that I think of you
And dream what is not mine,
When my foemen ride my fears
I refuse to comply with their dragons.

I can clear my day 
to see the sky finally for the first time, 
if I just could shut down 
the luminaries of  the world 
and allow only your eyes to shine 
in the last second 
so you can see me.

In infamous flight
You maybe don't feel the meaning,
That one heart is able to give 
Instead that part
To hurt in furry.