robertesque - Hello Poetry

your body has attacked me from all four sides of my defence and my blood shaking heart doesn't dare even to surrender

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Feb 27, 2014

Feb 27, 2014 at 3:07 AM UTC

robertesque

blood shaking my heart

your body has attacked me from all four sides of my defence and my blood shaking heart doesn't dare even to surrender

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friday evening people drinking in the pub people with friends drinking beer noisy, smoky, ***** pub women in tight trousers men in tight pants 23:30 am, Yerevan, Process much has happened here much is happening right now pub full of people friends with friends me sitting here alone me the happiest one

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Feb 26, 2014

Feb 26, 2014 at 7:45 AM UTC

robertesque

drinking with myself

friday evening people drinking in the pub people with friends drinking beer noisy, smoky, ***** pub women in tight trousers men in tight pants 23:30 am, Yerevan, Process much has happened here much is happening right now pub full of people friends with friends me sitting here alone me the happiest one

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i travel by trolley whenever I get a chance to meet my old friends mostly elderly people once artists writers scientists bums drunkards once mad people who have been true to themselves people who never really got how to get RICH you can talk to any of them without even looking at the faces because they are people who cannot afford a bus they are the best people those elderly ones

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Feb 26, 2014

Feb 26, 2014 at 7:21 AM UTC

robertesque

I travel by trolley

i travel by trolley whenever I get a chance to meet my old friends mostly elderly people once artists writers scientists bums drunkards once mad people who have been true to themselves people who never really got how to get RICH you can talk to any of them without even looking at the faces because they are people who cannot afford a bus they are the best people those elderly ones

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cold frosted body cold lonely cold faithless cold damp, wet cold ordinary heart ordinary hand ordinary leg cold ordinary body a frozen dead child ordinary

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Feb 26, 2014

Feb 26, 2014 at 7:12 AM UTC

robertesque

ordinary death

cold frosted body cold lonely cold faithless cold damp, wet cold ordinary heart ordinary hand ordinary leg cold ordinary body a frozen dead child ordinary

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i met Bukowski in the empty streets of Tbilisi it was nice to see him there dead on that wall like an old friend tapping your shoulder from behind when you are busy with everything but him

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Feb 26, 2014

Feb 26, 2014 at 7:05 AM UTC

robertesque

i met Bukowski

i met Bukowski in the empty streets of Tbilisi it was nice to see him there dead on that wall like an old friend tapping your shoulder from behind when you are busy with everything but him

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this type of disrespectfulness that all the idiots of all times have called ********** an essential irony affecting the taste of instincts are you revenging? are you making a soldier out of rationality? don’t seek reasons to confirm these feelings eventually we fake ourselves and accept the testimony of feelings in the face of the enemy in the face of the unfound truth the aim of the artist is ideological an thus he is a human he saves his own morality from being mutilated the world as a mistake a disgraceful yearning with an instinct of self-preservation which seeks nothing refusing wars against the impotents and this type of disrespectfulness coalesced with him call “love”

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Feb 26, 2014

Feb 26, 2014 at 6:59 AM UTC

robertesque

The leisureliness of a psychologist

this type of disrespectfulness that all the idiots of all times have called ********** an essential irony affecting the taste of instincts are you revenging? are you making a soldier out of rationality? don’t seek reasons to confirm these feelings eventually we fake ourselves and accept the testimony of feelings in the face of the enemy in the face of the unfound truth the aim of the artist is ideological an thus he is a human he saves his own morality from being mutilated the world as a mistake a disgraceful yearning with an instinct of self-preservation which seeks nothing refusing wars against the impotents and this type of disrespectfulness coalesced with him call “love”

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i waited for you tonight searched the corners of my room searched inside my ink on my walls on my head, my hands under and on my heart i overwhelmed blurred the ink on my face yowled yowled scrabbled the walls hashed the map on the wall country by country destroyed it house by house took my heart and hung it on the wall painted a new map where I wait for you in none of the houses but we are still strangers

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Feb 26, 2014

Feb 26, 2014 at 5:37 AM UTC

robertesque

i waited for you tonight

i waited for you tonight searched the corners of my room searched inside my ink on my walls on my head, my hands under and on my heart i overwhelmed blurred the ink on my face yowled yowled scrabbled the walls hashed the map on the wall country by country destroyed it house by house took my heart and hung it on the wall painted a new map where I wait for you in none of the houses but we are still strangers

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