* * *
cardboard princes,
paper castles,
paper thrones.
stained steel stones
hit metal drones -
give off such chime!..
no one sees that
steel and card
burn well and hard
when pressed for time!..
i am becoming quite
impatient
with
negotiations...
i am becoming quite
impatient
with
backstage politics
associations...
my ancient
soul
is losing
toleration!
is solitude forever free?
i don't know - yet...
can you tell me?..
(c)kRu, 04.06.2013-01.02.2015
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 5:13 PM UTC
* * *
the more you sleep -
the more you wanna...
the more you toil -
the less you wanna...
what's wrong with you?
you're one real lazy poke!
get your *** up, you rogue!
go do some real work!
the more you drink -
the more you wanna;
the more you eat -
the less you wanna...
the more you sing -
the more you wanna...
the more you love -
the less you wanna...
what's wrong with you?
you're one twisted minstrel!
you're one troubled mongrel!
get your *** quick out back -
go clean up your act!
the more you sleep -
the more you wanna...
you ain't no rolling stone...
it seems you're still alone -
for you don't need no thrones!
(c)kRu, 21.04.2013-01.02.2015
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 5:11 PM UTC
There was a famed Missus in Amherst,
Who married three times in her home nest;
Her two Lords - ere the third -
Lay low deep in the dirt
And were probably cussing in earnest.
(c)kRu, 12.11.2011
Feb 4, 2012
Feb 4, 2012 at 10:06 AM UTC
you bite my toes -
that evokes
a wondering frenzy
that all of the
previous lovers
were (are)
just a bit (?)
selfish and lazy...
you tickle my feet
and all over a bit
and lap up
and lap up
and up my belly
and press foreheads
and my insides rally
for -
that there may be
more wondrous heedful lovers
who'd find
(or to look for?)
me -
quite possibly.
you softly grab
my leg in sleep,
and i almost weep
(hoping?)
realizing cautiously
that maybe,
just
may
be
there is merit in me
for an even more
wondrous and heedful
relationship -
whenever that
comes in free.
and i still feel
your spirit on me,
and hope
it will flee
as soon as
i cross the ocean -
safe in the notion
that none of us
really needs running...
(c)kRu, 07.11.(on the plane)-09.11.11
Feb 4, 2012
Feb 4, 2012 at 10:05 AM UTC
there's a pain in this heart -
it won't let me sleep,
it won't let me weep,
and it's so ******* deep
that all the insides still creep
each time i see you,
with my eyes
or my mind...
and when it does let me cry,
there's a moan in that throat -
it's a gutteral growl
it's a wail from within
it's the yowl of all wolves;
it's the deepest of wounds...
but you'll never know that;
so i do hope, at least;
but if you want to be safe -
just a hundred per cent -
don't look into these eyes;
they are never my allies...
(c)kRu, 17.10.-09.11.11
Feb 4, 2012
Feb 4, 2012 at 10:03 AM UTC
i am tired greatly
of this haughty country;
of its unfamiliar weird ways;
here -
children must be raised
towards bright riches,
and directed t'wards
predictable set phrases...
they make friends real fast,
but never stay too long;
their whole "friendship" notion
is askew
(is askew and eerily contagious):
they smile widely, saying,
"hey, i love you!" - every day;
they smile widely and persuade you,
"hey! you're awesome!" -
but those feelings end
just as they leave those bosoms.
but that haughty country
sure knows how to make life better
and
Predictable -
for everyone involved...
spare me, save me,
and release me and
relieve me
from its harrowing, morose, humongous strains,
from the fascination for its glories!..
from its incandescent,
flashy stardom;
from the titillation
of its "havens"!!..
(c)kRu, 05.08.11-04.11.11
* remake of an old poem written in 1995.
Feb 4, 2012
Feb 4, 2012 at 10:00 AM UTC
i am not in the mood to write...
my head is in piercing pain;
emotions are sore and haphazard;
resistance is doubling its might;
slain eyes are about to rain...
yes, my eyes have been slain -
like two lovers
by a jealous and envious third;
been rid of all chances
and glimpses -
so yenned for, like air -
of you...
they rain clear showers,
they rain crimson showers,
they flood all terrain and
shape rivers -
deep crimson-clear rivers of need,
they let my soul bleed
through their chambers...
i am not in the mood to write...
because - you've both hurt me like hell,
because - you've both played with my feelings;
because you care naught for my reelings...
i am not in the mood to write...
what did EVER i do to you?!
or, maybe, - you're simply a coward
for being a friend AND a lover?!
but that would be
artlessly easy...
or, maybe, i'm - simply - just blind?
i am not in the mood to write;
i am not in the mood to fight;
i am not in the mood for my goodness;
and for backstage-politics wooers...
(c)kRu, 03.07.-13.07.11
Feb 4, 2012
Feb 4, 2012 at 9:57 AM UTC
you've left a scar so deep
it makes me wonder -
"what the ****
and "why"
and
"why the hell..." -
has it so deeply struck?
for -
you are NOT
Him;
and
never will be...
as
NO other lover
EVER will be.
but you...
have left...
the scar:
so deep - it hurts
from utmost far;
excluding everything
and notwithstanding tolls;
it's not genteel -
a curtain call
like that.
the heartache-bloodstained oars
still paddle that so-wobbly
boat;
whose are they? -
mine or yours?..
you've left the scar
so deep...
here - take it
back to
sort out
and to keep:
i've got...
no use...
for it!..
(c)kRu, 19.06.-27.06.11
Feb 4, 2012
Feb 4, 2012 at 9:55 AM UTC
you jumped
(or flew?)...
and everything
ended...
for us?
or
for you?
you smiled,
you
pretended...
supposed that
it's better.
so -
is there peace?
we certainly hope!
thanks for the
harsh lesson -
it should
serve us right;
it should
stress our plight;
should make us
stop squeeze
lives out of
ourselves...
that's
quite a cruel
ransom.
cross carefully,
please...
(c)kRu, 09.06.-10.06.11
Feb 4, 2012
Feb 4, 2012 at 9:47 AM UTC
a vu-melody's
inside my head...
it's wild and translucent,
but, still - in my head;
it's better be there -
than out, 'round the bend...
so hard to let go!
but - dash, dash away...
at darkness - don't stray:
stay close to the light -
hang on to its sound
and follow the music,
there's plenty around
now -
just for your choosing.
a vu-melody's -
wild and translucent
and
vivid and fleeting -
still inside my head...
so wish 'twas your face -
instead.
(c)kRu, 06.06-08.06.11
Feb 4, 2012
Feb 4, 2012 at 9:43 AM UTC