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New York vision
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Freeze, Dont move! - dress to kill on City,
City that never sleeps.
Buildings dive into eyes and pitys
gettingem out of Slips

precious mind to unhook the abyss -
straight lips and fishy sky.
Rivers veins - pushing blues and cabbies
hunt for time cutting Apple Pie.

22 2007

***
Living...
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Living on cutting edge
cutting the edge of living
Raising your arm to sledge
sledging away from giving.

Swearing to you my pledge
Pledging avoid a swearing.
Stopping to fight in rage
Raging my fight for carrying

Bearing the truth is hard,
harder - to bear the bearing.
Guarding True Love from heart
truly, protecting belly.

Nothings compares to You,
if You compared to Nothing
Livings a point of view
viewing of point passing.

20 2007


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We are low on supplies...
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We are low on supplies for Blood
someones veins are too hard for sharing.
S.O.S. greetings being shot
to the head, and prepared for bearing

We are low on supplies for Heart.
This is not operation Open!
I am begging you - be a part
of repairing for those with broken...

We are low on supplies for Love.
For Christ Sake, Open Gates! Souls leaving
And I let you to let it go
to someone whos bereft of living...


19 ѳ 2007

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Puppet
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My hands are pulled up
and posture is standing.
Dont know: how to stop,
the start, and the ending.

Attached to my strings
and strings... are to heaven -
invisible links
from Always to Never.

Im hanging around,
but some lines are missing.
Those things: touching ground,
no blessing or bliss in.

No strings to the lips,
that I used for kissing;
and nothing that keeps
to tell You: Dont Listen!.

Like rain losing drops,
Love cuts its connection
and sound of chops
is more than perfection.

Im following right,
but wireless minding
keeps pushing aside
whole process of sliding.

No matter how hard
the pulls are rejected -
events stick to chart
for "lines disconnected".

No dicing for rolls,
and breath in to spare
Dont lose our souls,
O Great Puppeteer!

17 ѳ 2007


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Companions
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Theyre watching you over shoulder
by making me ten years older.
Theyre sitting like drugs on taking,
by pushing as far, as pure faking.

Theyre holding my hands and others,
so all look like sisters and brothers.
So moody, so itchy and scratchy,
the worst fit in rows Fibonacci.

But one day, theyre gonna getcha...

My little companions - thoughts:
so stretchy could wrap whole world,
so hot like exotic dancer,
so silent as growing cancer.

11 ѳ 2007

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Crossing out
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Cross me out, if I am wrong.
Crossing is the same as killing.
Make this line short, as it long
couldnt be for petals peeling.

Crossing is like crucifying,
Crossing is like slashing face.
Watch me out a man is dying
Outlined soul gets cut then paste.

Maybe, once the crossings over,
and your mind is clear, as pain -
nothings crossing mind, but power:
placing checkmark next to vain.

10 ѳ 2007


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Hoarding my minds
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Dandelions weak and sneezing,
tossing its darts no aiming.
Handshakes of summers squeezing -
strong hands aint gonna save me.

Tend to convince perception
crawling is good for nothing.
World number one exception,
boarding is short and classy.

Hard to believe in passion
Commemorating crashes
Streets are as dance of clashing,
hoarding my minds in dashes.

5 ѳ 2007


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Were lonely together
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Were lonely together, people!
Resting peace rests in peace today
Our weapon is shout, that ripples,
Our freedom, that sways away.

Please dont tell me you are in heaven
No ones buying your lullaby.
Im not counting this week to seven,
This is my time to say Goodbye.

Im not walking to measure distance
From this glass to the thirsty lips
Youre my and the only instance,
And your soul is so tart, when sips.

December 12, 2006

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1 2007

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Bag with beggar
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Whats bugging you here? A big bag with beggar
Begin then some begging for bigger own soul.
Its a matter of time, so shut up while dragging -
Performing hammed stabbing through each seconds wall

From second-to-second some spares, some conclusions.
From second to no one leftovers of flesh
Not bigger than bag is your final seclusion,
Much lighter than wing is your value in cash.

19 2007

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13 2007

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These are your hands...
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These are your hands, here my lips stay...
Were transforming all words into touch.
Youre - temptation, Im your deaths play-
simplified rhymes are prolonging its march.

Gladness is veiled distress of silence,
soon for the gasp we will buy magic spells:
mascara, lipstick, torn downs of guidance,
closets of clothes are billions of cells

Changes of dress code sagacitys missing,
capitulation, a new paragraph
Night's Light - to read bluffs, city - to listen
pushes of springs against bodies in Love.

30 2007

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Time dismembered the sky...
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Time
dismembered the sky...
on searches,
imprinting thoughts by
fragments of events.
Your serenity is where
Church is
And hidden in the whisper,
voice
makes sense.

Rolling Stones are to tear
Like powder,
consternation
on blanched faces dulls.
Executioners paid
And louder
silence breeds,
cutting Love off
vibrant pulse.

9 2007

***
For better
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In the crucial moment -
just open the Heart,
as some letter,
after killing all time
in the Name of the Mightiest God,
put your prayers from maw
into Box "Aftertime"
just for better
life for man carrying guns
and for woman whos bearing her child.

After burning the Cross
and dismembering Holiest Body,
You wont set to believe
Resurrection was only a fib.
Reasons simple "for better"...
`cause, otherwise,
thirsty and bloody
qualms
will trash every Soul
without trying to move
any lip.

And "for better" tastes flesh,
while all Butchers
are honored
always,
"Life or Death" seems to be
an equation
with dreadful outcome.
Never knowing "for good",
how to pass without rest
in the Souls Maze -
Constant search is
for Love
and discovery Beat Heart
on palm.

27 2007

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Living...
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Living on cutting edge
cutting the edge of living
Raising your arm to sledge
sledging away from giving.

Swearing to you my pledge
Pledging avoid a swearing.
Stopping to fight in rage
Raging my fight for carrying

Bearing the truth is hard,
harder - to bear the bearing.
Guarding True Love from heart
truly, protecting belly.

Nothings compares to You,
if You compared to Nothing
Livings a point of view
viewing of point passing.

20 2007

***
Going blind
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Light, withered by conciseness chin
start trembling, touched by spirits power.
Time pulverized such dainty grin,
and painted smirk and knocked to cower...

Convulsions of the heart upraised,
awed by its own determination.
Sense convoluted minds with taste
of sights demise. Precipitation

is counting droplets of dismays,
while taking crushing course with body,
pure truth still punching into face
till countenance becomes a wady.

Dull pain, while swapping blush with pale,
is ready to commit in silence treason.
A letter seen transcribed in Braille,
as wadies... reaching rainy season.

16 2007

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Velocity of longing
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Light hesitates, so darkness is tiptoeing.
Suns silky wave is slowly crossing face.
The gesture of the hand, as sign for loving
But somehow its desires missing grace.

So soft and touchy fingers play with hair,
Forgiveness on its tips and warmth are calm.
Right now, two lips are lighter then the air,
This moment keeps its promises on palm.

Inhaling prophesys fulfilled with longing,
With pumping blood, like jumping from a plane.
From whispers, feelings getting wet and tongue in
All minds are helpless under kisses reign.

Whole flesh is tense and density is rising,
O God is here to remind thee name.
Four eyes are blinded by derived devising,
Each pat is stronger and bit lesser tame.

Arousing ecstasy makes other senses nodding,
Appealing peels, hot airs catching sense.
While going downward, we rejoin with bodies
That most seductive and reclusive dance.

11 2007

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Inception
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The Future that is now the Past, called Wind,
Blew under wings of Darkness, pass was blundered.
Creator caught with eye the butterfly and pinned
The body piercing with delighted thunder.

Evolving Soul from dust to other dust
For billions years time was spongy-growing,
Till Master got it, that he really must
To squeeze the sponge on dust and mix with Love in...

And clay was made, the stickiness just right,
And hands with heart and eyes without precision.
Imagination process, burning, Light
With copy rights, the World was glued to Vision.

Suppressed by swarms of years, smash by smash,
The Masterpiece was still sustained unfinished.
O God, he pulled and dropped on clay eyelash
And sense was made, and all concerns diminished:

First Angels wings, first touchups lips and soul
With eyes as deep as Masters` own perfection.
My darling dolly, Lucifer! he called
You are my son and Worlds Humane Inception!

10 2007

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Loosing Compassion
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World of Compassion
glimpse to Relieves,
gliding trough Passion,
beyond Believes.

Concurring Future
with knowing Past
same number butchers,
never the less.

Hungry for Power,
thirsty for Blood:
next to discover -
another plot,

escorting lousily-
peace guarding time,
nonstop for puzzling,
upraising crime.

Kingdom of Kindness
chaotic fibs
How much left rightness
in reading Lips?

2 2007

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Life for Love
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Mind plays a Game of Sanity -
Spirit is light and clear.
Money cant buy Serenity -
be to yourself sincere.

Time is for `Set Priorities`,
Souls to make you Free.
Challenging Gods Authorities -
cutting an Apple Tree.

Vanishing in Profanity,
ready to let you go
Winning the Game of Sanity
loosing Lifes Twine for Love.

31 2007

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Last Lullaby
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Oh why? Oh why?
You're holding the distance,
restraining persistence
for My Way to Sky.

Dont lie, dont lie
that time is for better
Its really no matter
to fly or to die!

Goodbye, goodbye
Im free from Tomorrow,
at candles of Sorrow
flies Pains butterfly.

Dont cry, dont cry
the Happinesss near,
cause Angels are here
But dont ask me Why?

Oh why? Oh why?
The promise is broken,
the Live lays outspoken
your Last Lullaby.

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From hold to welcome
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Im your truly Master!
Please unfold your minds.
Heart is shrinking faster,
Soul with body binds.

Rays are my reflection,
suns - at mirror glance,
under full protection
worlds the only chance.

Wind of space is blowing,
plows through disarrays,
black holes set for sewing,
super novas gaze.

Dumping clumsy mystics,
let them plunge to hell.
Life goes on ballistic
till it rings its bell.

Use my hands as lever,
I will do the math
One side holds Forever,
other welcomes Death.

19 2007

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Too close
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Youre too close:
staying on striking distance,
looking for less resistance,
sharpening concisely claws.

Ready to loose:
one feet to Gates of Eden,
two open mouths to feed them,
three ways to die, four to choose.

Last breath buying:
too crazy to try to take,
too human to make it faked,
too worthy to die for trying.

Getting over:
checking for reincarnation,
fighting oblivions nation,
trashing the heart of lover.

Burning the Cross:
banning all strikes - no distance,
begging for non-resistance,
declawing all wordy laws.

15 2007

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Tunnel
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These verses are Soldiers of Holy Trinity
And War is a Game with Choice.
Thoughts start its swarming, and spreading Infinity
With moods fluctuating voice.

The battle gains Glory, and counts Mortality
On field, that is tunnel wide.
As tall, as Worlds Wisdom - Humane Vitality,
And Sky, given Free for glides.

The point of narrowing - walls pulling the tunnel,
Like Gates of some Ancient Church.
Flows blood of the Future through Cardiac Funnel,
Prepare your Sins for torch.

Im glad you are near in squeezing the trigger,
To set up Apocalypse.
Heart (pumping True Love) ticks with time, growing bigger,
And whispering prayers with lips.

These verses are warriors of Angelic Army,
Reflection of Suns on mails.
The end of the burrow - the time lag of Karma
for You and for What Prevails

8 2007

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Your Sorry
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Hello, my beloved Soul!
I am your devoted Sorry
as always too late to call,
and never too soon to worry.

I'm catching the grace of flames,
whose Faith is as strong as Word is...
While dying at arms of Blames,
still weighing Belief in stories.

Still marching with Heart Beat Band,
forecasting by clouds Devotion,
I am to begin... and end,
"Forgive me" - is my promotion.

And when it is time for pass
And breaths hardly taken pleasure.
When ashes to ashes... Guess -
I am your... the best Confession.

1 May 2007
1 2007

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Endless touches ocean
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Convince me with a kiss Im really yours for good.
Behold my eyes and catch the hearts bird in a motion.
Lays nothing amid us, with wines provoking mood
indulge your body into endless touches ocean.

Then well become two fishes, our fins and tails
shall spatter waves of utter sacrifice on fusions,
entire skin will slowly start to bloom with scales,
reflecting our minds to infinite conclusions.

Well smuggle stifling air through developed gills,
blind image under bubbling yearnings supervision.
I truly crave to taste it how its fishy feels
to split a tail with delicate, like trust, incision.

From calm to turbulent, completely lost in time,
the desiccative ocean will surrender splashes.
Will heavens come repeatedly, as cents in dime?
God knows
but even dream can bliss me out,
my precious.

17 2007

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Greedy morning
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Airstreams clout breeds on catching stiffed breathing,
Life goes by a chance and the chance is unspoken.
Shadows kowtow stripping stellar lights sheathing,
horizons concealed, but its seal - slightly broken.

Taste of the morning lost tartness for briskness,
still pleasantly zestful and classic in coffee.
Moments check smudges of dimness for weakness,
like two little eyes caught with sneaking on toffee.

Clouds lingeries laid to whitish its colors.
Sun spreads rays till eye finds dispersals erotic.
Minds are submerged in awakening. Dollars
soaked badly in greed spiking new semiotics

18 2007

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