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vladimir-pavlov
vladimir-pavlov
In the cold northern fields / Of my minds and relations / I will show you some weilds / Of my written creations / / more on http://www.facebook.com/winpoetry
Let's stop the run and look a bit Clean thoughts and worries, sharp your wit I'll tell you things might make a hit So please relax and take a sit How often you hust look around And thing about your surround How many people have you drown How many corpses feed your lawn How many chances left behind How many dances ended blind How many men you stabbed the back How many lifes that you have wrecked How many lies you told in past How many hopes have turned to dust How many friends you trade for pence How many liars in your fence And after all you prey your God To make your sorrows go abroad And after all your mind prefers To find someone to heal the curse So now, please think a little bit Catch thoughts, decissions, sharp your wit Is God the only one you served Or you just have things you deserved
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Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 12:51 PM UTC
Serve and deserve
One day you'll see the other side Backface of your decisions But will that day filled with your pride Or ruined with contritions Will others think you are the one Or will they blame your story Will you prefer to catch a run Or you'll forget your worries And if your face go wide in smile When mind reminds old days Your happiness avoid exile And you'll correct your ways
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Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 11:59 AM UTC
Recollections
Your world is like a fairytale It's filled in with beauty Agressive ones that blaming you But you're still hold your duty Your life is very heavy You're victim all the ways But when the act is over You're losing all your grace They tells you you're a lier Or clap their hands in sence But you are not a person When fairytale is ends
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Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 11:35 AM UTC
Storyteller
Your world is like a fairytale It's filled in with beauty Agressive ones that blaming you But you're still hold your duty Your life is very heavy You're victim all the ways But when the act is over You're losing all your grace They tells you you're a lier Or clap their hands in sence But you are not a person When fairytale is ends
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Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 6:44 PM UTC
Storyteller
And now, one more time Humans go through the crime Thought their souls will remain But their sorrow won't fade They're talking to the time Will they borrow be mine Or his soul gone through fame And it never remain This is just fool man's talks That have no human walks Just an idiot's time For his soul to find rhyme Is there any or nothing To find one's more a topic Will you lead me or guide To keep perfect my pride Or you're just a knife's core To keep separate shores And you're swallow my mind To keep perfectness died
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Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 8:56 PM UTC
perfectness allusions
A wanderer with no home The way without road Had rotten by sicknes And legs're going float I'm walking the woods and the fields I've not knowed I meet up the persons, who've taken by turmoil I'm looking desireless to treasures of toil In case that their souls took corruption and spoils My only follower Is my lonley shadow And eyes have been closed By grey hair's pay down My only own package Is staff and old note book Which I will write down For other's mind forelook I'll stay in a harsh land with cold wind and passions There's no place for bards with their thoughtless regressions There'll be only me and a century pinetrees Replace up the building of steel and my blindness In hovel my body Get warned by fire And well with fresh water Will cool the heart's dire I'll put my old staff in a snowdrift with dashes When my robe is almost converted to ashes Then I will transform in a cold river's flowing And flow down too far to remember the calling
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Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 7:51 PM UTC
wanderer
I'm walking in moonlight Now strayed in darkness I want be with you But I live in apartless Daybreak has covered ancient forest And farmer's hops, decay folklorist I almost forgot who I am, way I'm going And thoughts going dusk, far from personal glowing Here Helios running his chariot over But darkness inside won't dispel the hangover Where I used to go, and do I need it so? If every road will just guide me to Rome I'll lie, fall asleep and get covered by sprouts Which going to grow, and get higher than clouds They'll bring live fruits to the people in sorrow While I"ll leave this world and forget the tomorrow
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Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 7:05 AM UTC
Morning
The first great war took many people But it was just a start for worse It took the best of us, the livers To revolution's ****** horse This war erased aristocracy This war had eat my own home land Kurmysh was town at Sura river Untill they came, soviet's undead A part of us was pushed from home lands Another part had shot in head They called themselves a freedom bringers But that was thing old Lenin said While winners write the history The truth becomes a mystery Then bandits become heroes And heroes gone to dust And now, the robbers, killers Are called a freedom givers In part of lost empire Ukraine, which now are sold
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Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 6:22 PM UTC
rewritten history
I'm sitting here, at icy river I'm watching night before the dawn If I called so, I'm not a dreamer But my soul wants to fall apart It is so intersting to watch The harbingers of dawn are crawling It s just a time when shadows falling When morning star starts shining bright First time I thought New day brings something But in this world I can't live laughing New day may come But past is calling And while I'm falling I'm alive
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Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 5:25 PM UTC
River at morning
In the cold fields of tundra And coniferous forest Pine-trees wailing for ages When the sea is the sorest But this sea is not tropic This is not tender land It is harsh and so perfect My lost heaven, last stand It's agressive for people Which are living light-hearted It's abode for a sorrow Where the wind had been started It will blow off the spring Then gone summer and autumn After all this allusion Winter won't be forgotten This is not place like others It is calm and so silent Near crackling of a fire I will find my own island Semi-darkness near bedroom Modest house is sooty There's no place around You can look at such beauty
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Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 8:43 AM UTC
Lost home