Thursday, 2 October 2014

Bleeding (Poem)

So the aprons and thine mildness 
Silently stood, weeping resisting 
My mind upholding and tearing apart 
What remained from mine previous start
And so it goeth farther and further 
I'm a man standing on Green, walking on Red
No, I'm not bull, not even mad. 
I simply see there is no one who cares about bleeding me. 

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Confidence (Poem)

Get in line
For confidence
That comes from pure wells of mine
I see with mine eyes how coward is falling but brave
Still withholding the strength of men and won't bend
Like well forged steel he will bend only with passion and fire of ire.

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Mystery (Poem)

So within the upbeat time
I claim for teeth and sharp fangs
And Greek language
I grow as a seed of an Oak
Very quiet but liveth till age of old.
In time I find the Gold...

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Smith (Poem)

Forever beveled upon an apron
Of right things this is schön
I seek for wealth and forge a shield
Now time has become very mild.

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Hues of Ire (Poem)

New, who knew
That Ireland has so much colour
So pretty hue,
I wish
I want
I feel
Therefor I stay, there is no debt to pay.

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Wednesday, 1 October 2014

Da Vinchi (Poem)

And so he was a genius
Was of high thought and mind
Now, he is alone in vanity of his own
Dying to be born,
Alas the darkness cometh from his heart, not mind
Therefor he dreams of nothing.
Nuff said, Da Vinchi is already dead.

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My love (Poem)

I wanna go away with sun surrounding me,
I wish I wasn't alone, I wish she were with me.
When I look upon shiny side of dark moon, all I see
Is a forgotten tree and an unfolding mystery.
Therefor Прости! Меня прости...

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Lie for rent (Poem/Song Lyrics)

If my lie is for rent,
I won't dare to pretend
'cause now is my current
And if I fall or stumble upon a wall
I will rise once again.
Rise once more.

If my lie is justly affecting your lie
I won't ever asketh 'why?'
Players never die.

If my lie is a fall
And even an autumn
I may fall before thee
And beg for mercy till morrow.

Danke schön!

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My wish (Love)

To monetize a poem
I must
To find Marie Meltzer
Is only wish I have now
Is my only lust.

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Author (Poem)

IDK what got into me,
But I wanna fly
High, high, high,
Till the moment you say: Aye!
He is my Stan Lee
My shining Author for ev'ry other wannabe. :-D

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Alrighty Then (Poem)

Alrighty, bloody almighty
Why wouldn't you fail
Why wouldn't you try
Till the morrow
Till the presence of mine eye?

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Snuffling (Poem)

Search for delight, remains out of sight,
I walk upon our Earth, I pass on by,
Till one day
I won't be as much as already am alive.

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Empty Pocket (Poem)

Some sort of absence
I'd love to stab you with suspense
However I have only few old shillings...

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Budget (Poem)

Budget is quinsy
Life is a bit quirky
I simply pass
On mine path
Ceasingly for steady Goth
I met some days afore my life went wrong.

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Sky Phone (Poem)

I gonna write, it doesn't matter
What it is you have inside
Let's put all of it up higher
It simply will write itself
So my pen would be a middleman
Of gods to to other gods and men.

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My kilt (Poem)

My kilt is still covered with grease
I feel the pain
Slightly going insane
Does it even matters?
Why I made it, warum Ich gemacht dies?
Now, Freeze!
Yo freeze!!!

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Bells (Poem)

Bells, do they even ring?
Or bring the ring that sells?
Do you even try
Not to be another useless fry?
Think Mcfly!
Go beyond the sky!

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Mystic's vow (Poem)

Till I find the right time,
I'll preserve my best rhyme
My best thought,
And the passion to live to know it
Will haunt to the day I'm out
Then you'll have an answer or an eternity of doubt.

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Moral of the story (Poem)

Moral of the story biz:
Get up on time
Keep on punching
Till you blow the money penyata up
And feel like you need to get that seed is within thine need.
Feed that is good indeed.

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Confused mind (Poem)

To sell or not
To drink or ask
For proper knot
I asketh for thine
Swiftness, for thine mercy
and thine driftness.

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Search (Poem)

Place of search
And sweetest light
At times darkness
Encloses mine light

But yet within I find
Fire that only single
One I do admire.

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Mindings (Poem)

Aye Lmao,
I gonna destroy
Navigate to the battle stations.
Prepare for the land actions.
Take over Patrons,
And finally, please bring me thine bones.
They might be heavy as stones.  

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Monday, 29 September 2014

Eye (Poem)

I can see you walking around in my sphere
All I can do is pretend that I don't care
But baby, I'm aware that you are there
Awaiting for me.

I'll soon be there
Soon be there
Soon be there
For thee to hang out

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Second Bridge (Poem)

Money on mine mind
I look aside and her beauty makes me all blind.
I wish I'd have a gate to go to her palace to her state
I wish for bridge to her and nothing more.
Free me. Free me now.

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Monday, 22 September 2014

Brave enough, brave and real I can see and beseech for proper
Aching. Aching, gone.

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No prison, now
No war.
Not a right season now, at this part of a whole.

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Let us enchant you will the things no one haveth.
Not one had.
Not one had att all.

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Beliveth or naught.

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All I do, I simply write... write and write, there is no doubt left to imagine the rhymes of old.
I simply want to leaveth to the end of the world.
No nothing, nothing. That can be done. Donn donne, I will play with thine soul,
Seldomely as this is how I fold mine scroll.
They'd better kill. I'm dying anyway. Dying away. Will be gone soon anyway.
Revisit the ashes of old, revisit the times this are never ever told.
I may make dozen in power hundreth dozens of poor stakes, I may end up. Or go out for a search.
Search. Search for whole slice of emptiness of my own.


Lame. Line. Lame and poor senseless design.
No matter what goeth good it will endeth bad and vice verse.

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In Honor of John Donne (Poem)

Get it done.
Donne done and Undone.
Fare will I bid, Alas this is senseless.
Senseless as amount of time I spent 'round endless dime.
Dime, dime, dime, gimmeth a dime. Stream of 'em all, stream of my line.

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Thought #3 (Poem)

The pitty time, pitty time, Do well Do hewell.

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Blood on elbows (Epigram)

He can build a well
He can dine in hell
I won't log my soul for donuts, but rather for wounds I don't haveth.

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Paradigm (Poem)

Sokah. I'm well outdone... Run run run run.
She could haveth help me. Alas not afraid I'me.
So time becometh palce and place becometh rhyme.
Rhythm gets old and wild, I fall in love for one last time.
Time passes one as you smyth a singable song, from around earth,
From around mind, from around hearth.
You bow to Buddhas when they kneel, they kneel when you bow.  

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I'm (Poem)

Nation that don't beliveth, in things I flow with
My river is Plymouth, there will I be once again reborn.
Aoidh, I will await, for propereth time.
I will be there by noon of eon. I'm there.

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Thought 2 (Poem)

Get to ya mein maniya
Get to ya mein maniya
Loveth to dream, loveth to read.
Cycle is endless as is women and human greed/guilt and also their flirt...

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Thought (Poem)

No one lasts forever.

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Bow (Epigram)

It mayeth hurt,
Mayeth blow, however thou shall only simply bow.
Bow, Bow, Bow.

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New Game (fill in the poetry)

_____ I respect thine divine
For more ore I will pack _____
No more nothing at all ______
No more other presence than this.

Fill the empty line (dp Game)

A pass time so dull one a seemeth, like a fool.
Too fool. Round, Round, Round ground.
I belongeth, I stay sound ____ .

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Sad (Epigram)

There is no nursery rhyme, no nothing, nothing at all.

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Don't asketh me. :-D

AS a man free of all
I have naught, naught at all, just a soundful soul.
Beliveth upon the meaning, beliveth upon it all.
I play a flocile for all. A flocile for all.

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Berlignton (Poem)

No woe upon Earth bigger,
Than giving the properest birth.
Now all desire for cycle to take me forest.
Forest of Berlington.
That tune, will do for mine song.

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Fields of Ire (Poem)

Upon one of the fields,
I beseech,
I beseech the potion for healing the wound.
Alas I can not find. Can not find no one on mine mind, but her.
Her wishful gown.
Fiddle is weeping and I deserve to weep my sighs away,
Awaiting for poor maiden pure cure for bealeating.   

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Ode to land of Ire (Poem)

Oh, maidens so fine.
Desire has cometh to our plain,
Plain failed field we outrageously became idle and magic and sounds of gloom,
Becometh strange, cometh to me mine Irish friend.
Cometh whilest I gonna pack.
How seizing it is Love only one, when the world is full of fun.
Yet, I will await for precious mind to come. With cunning and rum.

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Ireland (Poem)

The Land of Ire, The Land of Ire, The land of all.
The land of Ire , The Land of all.

No liveliness at all.
I will only so mine quill wilt drip
If only I could drown my pain in mineral... She would be shiny.
I wish I were somewhere else, Traveling Isles. Traveling Isles. Forever one. With mistresses and signs. Aye, I ask for people who care a little, that's fine with me, fine with me. Fine forever one alone by side of thee.

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Conquest (Poem)

Informal disquiet formal up straight murdering of one's life. I can't handle 'em at all. Once they are leaveth it will be gold.

Gold of fortune untold. Golder than gold.
Hatered rushes in love, live or death uptill fineall breath.
Drum drum drum, I'm ready to go and to run.
No place on earth will scareth my Rum or mine Drum.
However I may be dumb.

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Question (Poem)

Pass time of that maester is seldom desguise in a man with nay friend.
I will besearch for one I loveth, I will take what is for me so dear.
No time or place to read the case I will shine electrolytes
I will shine grace.
I will ruin your gamble I will ruin the ruins. If that's A-O-K? :-)

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Wish (Poem)

Precious Celtic spots, precious lies about old, precious rhymes I hearth from past life or even long.
No place on Earth. One life, One life.

That will be peace. That will. Peace of mind, peace of dream.

Nayver foughten, neyver lose.

Aye, I seeketh for redemption not revenge.
I seeketh for anything I could do right, I could do. I am.

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Minding (Epigram)

Third time is beginning of endless
Eternity that ends only once you stop to read stop breathe,
Stopest dream.
No nothing for me at this land but Ireland. I wish I wish I wish. I know. Soon I will be heir.

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Wandering (Poem/ Ballad)

Elizabeth was woman of pure joy,
I wish for better things I wish for land of Ire
There I'll find my ever burning fire
No time for nothing left.
You might be at time deaf.
Alas, I know I don't carry the crest
Once upon a time there is a fellow friend
Who stated that Ire is my land, we all wounded fellows and we will burn
Until one day somebody we love will return.
No love. No flower.
There is a place on earth, there is a place in hell
Just for me, for me and for my friend.
No essence, no truth, no nothing.
I dwell in hell I dwell in hell I dwell...

Liveth upon times the never were
Writing upon scrolls no one ever held.
I thought of shiny time.
I thought of you and me.
I though of dullness
I thought of Land of mine
Three color is coming
And it shall be covered with Ink from Ive
From sea, and from salty water in the Northern end.
I will not beg, I will not fight
I will die alone, I may, I might.
Peace to you. Piece you I may, But there is nothing, nothing at all here to contemplate.

Seldom souls beliveth in precious stones in metals and bones. Noise, noise is o'er all Gallaway.
The time has passed and now I'm finally free at last.
No pictures of lord mine friend. I wish, I will bleed at rain, But seldom soul of mine will always remain.
No pictures to see, no doubts to be doubtful. I wish I were more than just thoughtful rigorous or trustful. I wish I were by thine side and breathing tide thine air, thine hair, thine light...

Morning light, Darkest day. Darkest all. I wish you all begone.

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Tears of man (Poem)

No point to liveth, No point.

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Sunday, 21 September 2014

Jar of Dirt. (Poem)

Greeting from the Futures Fund,
I'm letting you know that the most of the fluctuations comes from
Proper litigation upon a Rum. Not jar of dirt.


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Saturday, 20 September 2014

Ayy (Poem)

Shady mustard upon this bastard
Can't say if true or falls,
But yet it kind of deserves the lols.


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Friday, 19 September 2014

Angel of Death (Poem)

Angel of Death can not die.
You know why?
Well, 'cause he is the root of a very good business.
I love it. We love it.
Well, back to work.
As a bonus: Watch yer back, don't miss the fork. ;-)

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Good man Scotland (Poem)

Kick shit out of it.
There is no doubt in it.
You know you control yer soul
After all Scotchmen are all good folk.
Yo! :-D

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About Mystics

About Mystics who gather their ki through chocolate: Bitch please!

That is so past eon!

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Jokes on you.

Allah Fubar.

//-- Aye. LMAO.

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Thursday, 18 September 2014

Sorry 2 (Poem)

He asks for a permission,
I ask for a forgiveness.
I care so little about mine past misconducted fugitiveness.
Oh, bloody, please! Return to me.
I can not handle flight with broken wings you're perhaps alone but full of life.
I feel like clownish stone, I feel and beg so I couldn't feel but yet once more the same thing,
I cared to feel with you aside me, with you aside me and aside of mine open core.
I love even more than I loved you before.

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/-- Still she did not answer. :-(

Sorry (Poem)

Chances are small 
I may die alone after all
You don't know me, 
You don't know how I go 
Ev'ry  time I see you, I know. 
There is a closeness in heart. 
Time and distance tears up apart. 
I wish you could find a way
I wish I'd see you some day 
I know the chances are small 
And I'll have to be merry 
And care for witches, who are not maidens at all. 
Sorry. :-D 

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Tuesday, 16 September 2014

hwat? (Comedy)

And there, there was this man who was obsessed with my shit so that he literary started to eat it. When I found out, I was like: "Is that tasty? Well, sorry I can't produce much of it but if you want I brought you some real pizza I made. *wink*" And then I silently left the room.


From a fictional fiction I never wrote. :-D

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Monday, 15 September 2014

I wish... (Poem)

Chances are small
I may die alone, after all
You don't know me
You don't know where I go

Every time I see you
I know there is absence in heart
Time and distance tear us apart.

I wish you could find a way
I wish I'd see you some day
I know the chances are small
And I'll have to be merry
While caring for witches
Who are far from ladies and maidens
As far is beauty from gnoll.

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Minstrel (Poem)

As time is passing
I'm watching, harassing,
I think of the things you don't know
There is no limit
There is no soul

As people are walking
And strangers are talking
I wander in darkness and seek
For shatters of thine soul

As time is passing
The ancients are chasing the living
With stories of old.

I sit here and sing me my ballad, my ode and my song.

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Mindless sea (Poem)

Mindless sea of emotions
Registers countless amount of distortions
I gaze into the sea and see nothing,
But consciousness free
State of me.

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Sunday, 14 September 2014

Only 'Why?' (Poem)

Keep it only 'Why?'
Jesus, please don't cry!
Why the hell you're so down?
Look around, world is still turning around
You may forget the concept of the holy ground.
It's doesn't exist, trust me, I ate enough of this shit. 

One thing is true though, 
It's the person that lives inside of you so, 
Be rather handy 
Don't eat a candy when others starve or overdo it with Brandy.
Go outside and find some people, who lost their ways, be prepared though, 
They may smack you in the face. 
They will test your logic, rhetoric and skill of self defense
They will search for weaknesses in your mind and in your stance 
However no one said it would be easy to make worthy friends. 
Therefor it was said: "Keep allies close but the opponents even closer." 
Disclaimer: "I'm a friend." :-)     

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Saturday, 13 September 2014

Boxing (Poem)

My way in life is full of doubt
But when I step into a ring
I know what I'm about

Jab, jab, hook, jab
That power that is flowing in my veins,
The foggy looks on faces of my opponents

There is no story behind the hits I land
I know one day I gonna be a champ.

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Friday, 12 September 2014

Fears (Poem)

There is no place on Earth
Where you could hide from your dark part
I wanna see you run from your own shadow on a sunny day
I wanna see you without a gun walking at the night.

Count the starts and ends at your own part
Once it ends you will see someone who'll play the final part.

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Thursday, 11 September 2014

Do I really need it? (Poem)

Your opinion is so small
After all it all comes from beyond
When I'll need it
I'll make you roll
After all the dice is in my hand
I don't need no Nike
Or Adidas or any other brand
All I need is people
All I need is a friend

I'm looking at the mirror and see a ghost
If not the fearless monster I'd be a toast
I walk upon the steps of Buddhas of the old
The glory of a Samurai, my inner me will withhold
There is no sacred ground I couldn't spit on and fight the guardian until the down
I won't be done by the end of a day
I won't be done anytime soon, anyway!
So you better be bond free and run through the field careless and free
Otherwise you gonna be hit and be hurt by the truth and the terror you gonna see
Through a sample of me.

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Wednesday, 10 September 2014

Work (Poem/Song Lyrics)

Here I am, writing new rhyme
And it's only a morning time...

I keep messing up
This working seems to be stressing
No friend shows up to ask me what's up?

So I go round after round
In hopes to reach a peaceful ground

Some sheets are lost
Some treasures are found

All is dope
As long as I have some hope

I don't know how vast is the world
But I know there is somewhere a place
Where you'll never ever feel cold.

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Tuesday, 9 September 2014

Glance at my heart (Poem/ Song Lyrics)

Looking down
Looking back up to my home town
Looking around
Can't find the thing
That used to be
Like a chimes and bells ding
Di Di Ding

Can't find the thing
I'm looking for
Feeling lost
Even more than before

But the world keeps on turning so...
My question's are unanswered and I feel that I miss
What I actually should leave and dismiss

No No No No...

I wish I had a reason to fall

No No No No...

I wish I knew why I move on?

Ta da dam Ta da dam Ta da da da da da da da dam...  

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Monday, 8 September 2014

What is your pain?! (Song lyrics)

What is your pain?!
What is your pain?!
Why ain't you wrapping up yourself in fame?!
I'm asking you where is your brain?!

What is your pain?!
What is your pain?!
What is that thing that keeps you up and drives you insane?!
I ain't gonna fix your game, unless you're openly here and now saying

What is your pain?!
What is your pain?!
I'm asking not simply saying
Come on tell us
What is your pain?!

You know life may
Seem all just a bitter game
Better be contempla-ing
Come on and tell us me where is your God damn brain!
Blow up this useless train of pain, I'm saying

What is your pain?!
What is your pain?!
What is your pain?!
What is your pain?!

I'm asking not simply saying.... yeah.

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Sunday, 7 September 2014

Wanderings of mind (Poem)

Look inside
See what bothers you
Look outside
See the reflection of the inside

How different are you?
Can't you see?
What's going on?
Have you even wanted to be born?

I don't ask
I simply adjust
To the stream
It's Okay to have a struggle within
However you should take care of it
'cause only then you will end this phony dream.

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Destiny appears (Poem)

I forge my own destiny
With every step
I tend to look back
And wonder whether
I was stricken by a thunder

No reason to live
No reason to breathe
However there is
Yet some wonder

Go out and seek
For another soul
For another trick

I watch 'em all go
I watch 'em disappear
I wonder what else will appear?

When it appears I sit and breath.
There it goes, my destiny and my goals.

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Saturday, 6 September 2014

Mine Sword (Poem)

As a man of steel and a man of gold
I do not steal therefor I don't get old
I exploit my muscles and mine brain
I smite the blade while covered with flame

Once it is cold
Once it is molded
I strike once again
To make it better and sharper
And cause no pain.

Then I take on my scrolls
I put on the Runes
On one side with power of Gods
And Odin's will
My enemy flees

A flame of blue will shine up on him who
Dares to stand against me or against you

Mine blade yet slices
As their words leaving their mouses: "Oh Mercy! Mercy to me!"  
But I will just laugh
And sword will laugh too
Then the bastards will flee or perish
Long before I do.

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What if? (Poem)

What happens when we stop?
What happens when we drop?
I hope there will be enough
Even though life may seem tough
We should keep on going
'cause planet should be turning

And if you lose
If you stumble
Get UP and move on
'cause that's a reason for all
To keep on and shine on

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Friday, 5 September 2014

Departing Soul (Poem/Song Lyrics)

Lavish through time and an endless space
There is someone I yet have to face
Looking at the sky that is all so blue
And the rays of sun covering you

I tend to be forgetful in some sort of way
I tend breathe in the pain
And at times it may all appear to be vain

There is no truth
And there is no lie
The real thing is
That all of us will just die

Can you hold my hand,
When I stand with my bare feet on a burning sand?

Can you be my friend,
When I lie old and sick on my grandpa's bed?

Hope I'll see you there
Hope I'll share with thee
For what I really care...
Hope you'll see me there.

Hope you'll see me there.

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Вода (Поэма)

И пусть льётся вода
Утекает слеза
Равнодушна, одна
Не узнала меня...

Я искал в ней себя
Я принес ей цветы
Убывает волна
Закрываю глаза...

Пролетел мимо миг
Пробурчал рыжий кот
Я ослеп от красы
Словно жадный глупый крот.

Всё же льётся вода
Не узнала меня
Побледнел от огня
Раскололась мечта

Прощай навсегда!

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Wednesday, 3 September 2014

Programming Career (insight)

Each programming career starts with the words: "Hello World",
and if you are lucky enough it ends with a hefty check and the word: "Deal!"

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Spoon (Joke)

When you are alone you eat Pizza and it's just a hand.
When you're with your SO you eat soup and then you spoon. :-D

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Surreal Darkness (Poem)

Emptiness inside of me getting ahead
My mind is slowly turning bad
I hope I ain't gonna go mad
There is someone who could be waiting in my own bed.

I wake up and I am yet not dead
What happens when we go to heaven?
Is there even a place that they've labeled as heaven?

Why do we care for all that shit?
Why don't we care about making no shit?

Shit's got real they say.
Are you gonna die?
No, not today.

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Tuesday, 2 September 2014

Blah (Poem)

At times we need a blast in our own mind
To keep it all rolling
To keep it all vast.

At times thinking is a BIG must.
However Zen is too suggested as a solution to
Very wild mind.

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Monday, 1 September 2014

Leaving (Poem)

Keeping up at night
Hopefully one day I'll end this struggle,
This fight.

One day I will believe in seeing the light
Hopefully there will be an end

I can understand
I wanna leave...
I wanna leave this cursed land.
I have something else, something else
And elsewhere...
If I die.
I won't cry.
I will smile.
From above, or from below.
I will look upon earth and laugh as I grow...

In Hell or in Heaven, the power of master is even
And no borders can hold his inner peace or his inner demon.

That's it! I'm leaving.

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Sunday, 31 August 2014

Blood (Poem)

I see them fighting over mistakes
They haven't made
I see them dying for reasons they can't even take

Blood is all over the place
Time to get out
Time to get hella out of here

I feel the scent of sweat and blood,
They are near.

I have no fear,
Unsheathing my blade,
I'm ready. Common. Lemme show you how it's done
One, two, three, four are down
I'm on fire!

They better have had guns for hire
'cause I'm a tornado, I'm a Minotaur's matador
I ain't gonna give up just 'cause I got slashed on the back
Lost my eye and I'm half dead
No... I'm gonna fight to the end.
Your end!

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Saturday, 30 August 2014

Friend and a Defeat (Poem)

That's about it
He has given up to defeat
No more stories behind his wounds
No more glory in falling over lady's swoons

He chills at place of morte
No one can take him away not even forte.

I think I will come by
And simply wave my hand from a distance
Like if saying 'Hi'

Alas here he turns his back
And walks away like if I were no friend.

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Friday, 29 August 2014

My story (Poem)

The last one is weird
At times maybe feared

I know little
Almost nothing at all

My being trembles
When I wake up alone

I sit here in a dark,
Upon a tombstone,
The fellow who lies here
Could be my friend
Alas he is long ago dead.

Black crow flies by
Reminds me of a different fellow of mine
Who was a spy
Black widow bite him
And now he is alone
Lying at a random hut
Trying not to spit off his own gut.

However my story
Is written in different shape
I left my own domain
I left my state
I ran away from home several times
So I simply could wonder around alone
Completely on my own

Three things I learned on the way:
One, Trust in yourself
Two, Don't let the looks simply fool you
Three, There is more to the spirit than eye can admit
At times the world seems to be a deceit
Yet, the world is as true as the mind you carry upon it,
Upon it and through.

'Tis time. 'Tis time I ago.
I need let the fellow rest on his own.

© Adam Smith | All Rights Reserved |

Wednesday, 27 August 2014

Days of yore (Poem)

I can not see the reason to be obsessed
With a solution to problems yet unsolved
I just can see you trying to bring an innovation
To the world of old.

Yore, is taking it's breathe around here
On holy ground people stop and tear
I, however stand and do not tear
I fear that future is almost near

Can't tell I, any longer
Whether it's me or the time moves even faster, stronger?
All I can say is that I gaze upon a reflection of days of yore
And find myself a gentleman without urge for any kind of war.

However how can I ignore the times that do path
And try to awaken blood thirsting wrath.
I won't be part of that game, I even might give up the hero's fame
Yes, I'll pretend to be dumb and lame
I will take away from power of the big gun and run and run and run...
Till I'll find a proper place to spend my days at pondering about pain and grace
Of days of yore.

© Adam Smith | All Rights Reserved |

Sunday, 24 August 2014

I wish (Poem)

Wish I could run to the other side of the world
Wish I could plan an escape from a down of men's sake
The Satan possess their minds and souls
I wish there was a God
To make 'em all sorry and bow

I wish i could have enough time to plan my go
But I all I have is a dream of abundance and snow...

© Adam Smith | All Rights Reserved |

Saturday, 23 August 2014

Tears in Heart (Poem)

The world is small
And I'm just stepping upon

Can you heal my wounds?
Can you embrace me in a place I belong?

The doubt, the pain they are both so strong.

My wounded mind,
May turn my heart so dark and blind.

I'm your fool.

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Piece of paper (Poem)

Couldn't believe
You're just a small leaf
Couldn't perceive
The things you receive
You can not deceive
I still won't believe
In you!

 © Adam Smith | All Rights Reserved |

Friday, 22 August 2014

Life (Poem)

Why to leave when you can hunger?
Why to breathe when you can wander?
All I wish is time and your presence
But I know I won't make it home...

I look at you and see my brother crying
I look at her and see my mother dying
I hope not to look at my past again
But I know, if there is no agony there is no man.

And that's the way my life turned out to be
Built out of pieces of pain
I don't wanna what will remain
I hope not to 'cause any more pain.

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Thursday, 21 August 2014

Poker (Poem)

When I'm playing poker with Death
I care as little as I can about my hometown
And press

Death has the Ace the Jack and The Queen
I only have two couples and untamed desire for sin...

Hope I gonna qualify for heaven
Hope I'll get the score at least even,
So there would be another chance
Before we all go medieval
And scythe lands on me as if at chance...

Charmant, I gonna go an play piano
I don't know if it's a dream
Or scythe finally has landed my flesh and my mind within...

© Adam Smith | All Rights Reserved |

Wednesday, 20 August 2014

Juny (Poem/Song Lyrics)

Came back to Uni
Found my way to the dorms of Juny

Can't longer hide my feelings away
I gonna stay hear today
I gonna stay...

Hope she is there
Hope she is aware
How I'm feeling
About her face and her hair...

Can not hide any more
The feeling so strong
I wish, I'd imagined before
How to live without her scent
How to thrive without her in this very land...

Sky is high, so am I
Can not hunger for living
Can not lie
She ain't gonna cry
'cause I am here
To say: let's breathe together the air
Let's show that we care
Does it even matter, that the world is not fair?
When I'm here with you and you're aware...

She opens the door
I don't feel the floor
I smile
She smiles too
She silently shines
I know whom she admires
I ask: "do you know?"
She smiles "I know"
We walk behind her door...

© Adam Smith | All Rights Reserved |

Tuesday, 19 August 2014

Hard way back (Poem)

I don't know how hard it is
When all you feel is flow of cold

All I see is my departure
To a place I do belong
All I want now is being half happy more than half sad...

Times pass and I know my departure is near
I can even no longer sense the fear

People walk around me
People talk about me
But I see how strange I've turned
Even mama won't recognize me

I just forge my road and pack
All the things that others seem to lack

Walking past 'em with a straight back
Can't no longer sink or ask or beg
Have to grow and sail my way back

© Adam Smith | All Rights Reserved | 2014

Monday, 18 August 2014

Strange World (Poem)

Stranger comes along
I can not longer be so tender,
I should be strong...

Time will show how it turns out
And I will smile if this time I'm wrong
But last time I've let it slip away
Hopefully it won't happen this time
Not today.

We work hand to hand
And rub our shoulders
We are all humans, same kind
But something is different in our mind...

We sing the same songs and search for same rights and same wrongs
However my friend can speak to me when he feels alone
I can only wonder what the stranger has to say
When his courage is away.

Passes year and one year more
I find my people grow
And his are getting low
I'm secure
But he is as always drunk and poor.
I wish the world had less borders.
We create the reasons to rub our shoulders
But we lose the faith and follow different molders.

© Adam Smith | All Rights Reserved | 2014

Sunday, 17 August 2014

Daemon's Soul (Poem)

Daemon's Soul (Poem)

There is a Daemon that is tapping at my soul 
My mind at times loses its control 
Then I go out on a stroll 
I regain my faith through a positive jogging toll 

The Daemon gently tapping 
Crying out names and wishes 
While I'm sick or simply washing dishes 
But then again I look inside 
And find a decent sparkle of bright light 

I wish for peace 
I wish for a truce inside my mind and my soul 
I do regain the overall control 
And make the Daemon bow

When he bows
He turns into an angel 
And starts to serve the proper goal 
Such is the Daemon's toll 


© Adam Smith | All Rights Reserved | 2014

Sunday, 10 August 2014

Voice (Poem)

Voice (Poem)

I want to hear your voice
But all I hear is noise 
Can't take the silence inside 
Can't take the darkness running my soul 
And my mind

How dumb I was 
How strong I'm now 
I will pass through this down 
And won't ever 
Won't ever turn back or around! 

I felt the pressure to persuade 
I had the urge to collaborate  
Now I know 
It's all vain 
Everything ever only caused me pain

Can't any longer mend my flesh 
Can't any longer feel myself more 
Than human trash 
I simply give up 
Refuse to fight back 
I drown in tears and hand it to slack   
I'm no longer a man 
No longer a friend 
Just a tired fading drag... 

© Adam Smith | All Rights Reserved | 2014

Friday, 1 August 2014


Rewriting all of my older posts. 
              All of the nonsense will be gone soon. 

Monday, 21 July 2014

I'm Okay (Poem)

I'm Okay

Everyday maybe living
Maybe striving 
-"I'm Okay"

Anyway, you maybe willing 
Or simply kneeling just to pray 
So everyday I'd be guided 
And would say "I'm Okay"

I walk around with a straight back
Without hanging down my neck 
I always keep track 
Of stuff I'm about to add to my stack 

I'm no wack  
I don't do any crack 
I play my game clean 
I do at times sin, 
But only to get rid of the pressure 
Packed within 

© Adam Smith | All Rights Reserved | 2014

Mistake (Poem)


...but I couldn't escape from you,
Couldn't free my mind, true

I was staring at a starry night 
Was thinking I'm alright
When suddenly 
I couldn't see no light
And the shade of the moon turned grimmer 
Than the death of our beloved redeemer  

I stood up and started running 
Feeling the wind
And the rustle of leaves 

But I couldn't escape from you, 
Couldn't free my mind too 

I was learning to give it up 
Submit myself 
To my fists
To the point I know
I wouldn't let you go...

But now I know
It doesn't worth the show. 

© Adam Smith | All Rights Reserved | 2014

Sunday, 20 July 2014

Whisky? Nevermore! (Poem)

Whisky? Nevermore! 

At times 
When I'm weary,
People find me rather scary,
And therefor I buy and eat 
Frozen ice cream with a cherry. 

Then I fall a sleep
And my consciousness travels deep,
Where there no one I could creep. 

When awaken and at work 
I drink water from bottle or a flask 
When back at home again,
I sip whisky til it's dusk. 

Then suddenly I smell a scent 
It's perfume! 
Perhaps a musk?   
I watch her walking naked 
While eating ginger with a rusk...

Suddenly awaken, I find no one
But a portrait of Bernard Shaw and a bust 
Of Edgar Allan Poe 
Staring at a whisky which is no where near, 

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Friday, 18 July 2014

Palo Alto Experience (Short Story)

So I met this guy at the pub, his name was Jeff.

We've spotted the same girl, who was alone and we thought the same thing.

We've approached her and I started bragging how good I'm with computers and that I own a blog that brings me $2K a month.

Then Jeff said “I have a 20% share in Tinder.” And smiled.

“Well,” - I proceeded, “you probably even now don't know the basics of HTML or Java or CSS”

“In fact I'm taking part in Jython project.”

I knew nothing about Jython project, but I logically presumed it was mixture of Python and Java or Python and Java Script. I slowly started turning red...

The girl was of high admiration of him, even if she did not understand the meaning of the last bragging.

“But you probably have no idea how to fence?

I'm on the other side running a medieval sword fighting club and...”

“...and make all the swords from the red oak?”

“How d...?”

“I read your blog post. I'm actually collecting swords myself and I found your replicas of little worth... if not worse.” and he grinned at her, she smiled with her captivating smile back to him.

I was losing bad this time... But I had something more to say...

“Congratulations! I think you beat me in my own game. But I have one last thing to say you never will be good as me in this very last thing. Ever!” - and I stood there,

looking him at the face and smiling with an impish smile.

The last move I thought of was genius. 

And finally he broke. With his serious face, he was sincerely intrigued, he asked: “What is it?”

I said: “Hating YOU, Jeff!”

I gave the girl a final glance and walked away...

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Here, Now (Poem)

I've seen war, I've seen pain
I feel hatred  taking over me, once again
No champion here 
In this game...

I feel war 
I feel pain 
Nothing left here, 
For me to gain 

I hear *boom*
And I sit here in my room 
Pray that it won't  turn to my tomb

I've seen bombs 
I've seen men 
Citing their psalms, and a friend 
Who couldn't understand
Why he has to be part of this pain... 

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Thursday, 17 July 2014

Joke (Poem)

Blip blip
I'm in need
Sob sob 
I can't stop
Drop drop
I can't flop
Pop prob
Is bad joke,
That may 'cause a heart stroke... :-D

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Annette's Diary (Poem)


  "...he can't even hear me
                   can't even see me 
                       I try to forget him 
                          with a certain regret 

        he claims to carry
            the treasure of scary 
                  I don't understand 
                      his excuses 
               make my whole weary.
              I wish we just could 
                  Love and be good 
                         however, however 
                            he is not in that mood..."

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