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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