In the wasted prison cell of my room, barely seventeen square feet, the devastating news came: You got married, and I can hardly - at most just - compliment you in poems! You're a chestnut-eyed, mature chocolate-haired fairy. Your fragile, ***** shoulder stood guard over you like a toothpick, your ruddy heaven-smile face: Full of merriment, full of silent vulnerability!

I cannot allow myself to fade into a memory that suddenly leaves my heart and mind, and to wreak havoc on my forgetful brain, I will make an eternal complaint with a notebook: It is an immortal eternity among my trivial, trivial things as an immortal eternity. "It's been slowly becoming seven years since I grieve barbed wire, and with its contagious tears you grieve grief and bitter despair with your self-forgotten flirtation, your sunshine happiness." S rock-shaking sobs

how many times did you hide on my oak shoulders as a lone deer! Today, or perhaps, looking to the distant future, motherhood will appeal to you with its fertile harmony: Gospel in deaf ears, heavenly music - but it would suit your heavenly joy if you floated back for a single pure and forgivable minute.

on the wings of the mind evoking satisfaction, the immortal, embodied Universe, and your youthful son, are always loyal to you: We have always felt each other's heartbeats in our youth!

Now I should put myself in front of your swan-knees as someone who is definitely sacrificing their lives in a duel, hair - how much have I walked after you now that it becomes familiar in front of the retina of multi-optic glasses that old age is knocking with prickly blinks - but only twenty-nine in the past!

The sublime, confessional-like revelation was familiar: the two of us should have walked along the frontiers of Being together, while it was only possible to suspend the fading tuty of my cowardice for a time! - Yes! Now we have to say that with his piercing knife and reflectors, the ****** is scattering gift shards towards us: I love you!

Now I should discover everything and peel off you and yourself, when, as an old acquaintance, you smuggle the bitter pearls of hurt vulnerability into my everyday life, and I can no longer feel the shelter of your swan hand. Your heartbeat is no longer jingling, and our conscience is torn, our croaking guitar strings now

it should send the melody of Hope. Now we should say, Oh, how much of me You were in one person: The immortal, breathing testimony that hides the consolation of our tears on our magpie faces, and the only Love that has endowed us with eternity! - The near-consciousness of Loneliness's death that I would be social beings then was not a calculated-angel and you were selfless

your selfless, armored confidence; the all-embracing Hope! "My boyish vulnerability could only run after you lost hope - you couldn't keep your treasured, priceless being because you didn't want to."

I have no idea to tell you the vault of your beautifully curved cherry lips, or just the petrified, chilled solitude of my bed? I don't know if I should tell you about the loneliness of the empty bunch of flesh that once threw mightily at the glances of heaven, at the words of flirtatious angel eyes, - yes, when the delicate vibration of the Spirit opened the bouquets of flowers,

and the blessed conscience also responded with tremor, devotion, faithfulness, and selflessness! - We marvel at the disappointing present: What did we do together in a storm of passions was only an edited draft of our disappointed unhappiness? - In the end, the same thing always pulls and strings, taking care of our heartbeats in spacious handcuffs when I daydream

about you to shake off the snares of my dreadful nightmares permanently you no longer pay attention to me: If you sacrifice to someone else with the fidelity of kisses I stubbornly, I waver! An overly hasty year is coming again, with our idyllic daydreams - maybe the wire-spike of our disappointment will still embrace us. And I know not what I may say, that I may pray with thy feet.

what would I whisper as a confession to your wounded eardrum, gently into the purple-vaulted vault of your lips. In exile of pain, it would be good to hold on to the teeth of the universe for sure, permanently and to feel the balm touch of your dark and drained amber hair with harmony. It would be good to know

that your immortal laughter, there was no fault in your elf patience as I groped for your sparkling light every single day, and I would have your wishes as blind moles.

There was only one twilight. Like celestial bombs, a chorus of flying, whistling grenades, a roar of wild hyena when they wound the sky. I still carry the invincibility of adolescence - in vain - even now! Perhaps the biggest of my blunders is the unresolvable compliment emotion I vowed to Someone!

- My shoulders are now multiplying and thickening with unquestionable and recurring tasks! Soon, it will signal a change of era again, with proud overtones at midnight and my grief at puberty, that the hearts of ladies did not need my romantic trophies, my hot dream visions will germinate quickly in me! I haven't whistled about the problems so far,

in a whispering incognito among people, I waved well. The night had reached the end of the day with its terrifying goblins, and as a minor concern, as excess was set aside once in a while - I will be forgiving. Time, now, is still rushing like a quarrelsome express train:

I should slowly find a companion in this crowded hustle and bustle. Surely we should laugh at the many fools, thus getting drunk on the extinct and uninhabited vault of the street and gates; fetrengeni day length: True this is now the last day of an forgivable year, and perhaps the last, unfortunate countdown! Moon-eyed frozen hoarfrost spit barbed wires towards us when frozen, indifferent, snowy rain falls! "I'll be standing here for thirty years soon, and I still don't know: Did my imagination play a deceptive game when our gaze met forever, or did he teach him less than a student?"

Now my blunders are multiplying and multiplying! I’ll be more and more half-naked, more and more chatter-stumbling, more awkward! The law of polite etiquette and immeasurable intent to courtship have greatly shackled my remaining life. My persistent caracan for my brave confidence is dwindling! When a man arrives at thirty, he is suddenly shocked only to stagger in a land unknown to him; the uncertain Universe cheerfully surrounds him and can only *****!


I might not even be able to say in words that I will have to count on myself for the rest of my life: The sooner I make the tangible laws of Being learnable, and the easier it will be to protect myself from the dangers of slapping! "One might do better to maintain one's humanism than a crown, a wedge over his head,"

even an umbrella, and a showering curse could hide under hyena and scratching words for sure! “Now every generation of donkeys and young people is just that - that is why the hot-headed generation is irresponsibly and nasty with the belief that it does not responsibly follow confident role models, fictional characters who have been made Himalayan-sized by their conscious commitment to falling.

I don't even have a heart and dare to face the intellect many times, though now it would be easy for me to act on my whispering heart and not have to pay attention to it - with my obsessive persecution mania: in a voice of hope with you,
even for just a moment, I would know just what can stand up to long tolerance, denial, along with emotional hurricanes in the Heart!

When I look at my pathetic, chubby, anti-body, reddish spheres glistening on my face - something strange desolation flies over me and settles on me. Why couldn't I be worthy of you? - are you asking this? How could I have built a glass palace for you from the tears of my pure, hopeful heart? I would just sit with a sure, warming awareness that your angelic being fills all the essentials, and while our two hands: A kindly watchful swan hand intertwine their dreams with my oak and rugged hands.

Now, with a stifled, bitter, self-hatched mood, I think of how you ended up on the island of desire of your dreams, and I stay here now like a lost person left in the woods, whose heart is bleeding from several wounds! My intellect is now still weak with pity and broken will for your pity, and he begs: Oh! How much I wanted to whisper only to you, softly and softly,

so that only your fairy-ears can confidently listen to my secrets, all that is sweetened, attracted like an electromagnet to you. you stood before me and bewitched me with your unquenchable desire, always my tutyimutyi mood, and I tried to feed my fire consciously, boldly, so that the proud and one-time cop of our passions would never go out,

juror chained to the kisses of your love like a prisoner, and I couldn’t, in my desperate, vulnerable pain, even give up on you forever! "At that time, they're still guarding with roaring light, staring at my dreams with rhinestones." I would run away if I could but I am with you in your mind too!

Hesitant orphanage
  
    
I would have fled to you: A smiling cheerful girl responsible for my peace and harmony. Give me a slight and redemption with your golden heart, you no longer deal with routine words, worn-out beauties, and you, like an immature child, have thrown me away with a little rebuke! But I cannot apply for forgiveness in your conscience because Loving would have been an unforgivable sin,

but you can see for yourself: Fiery burning stars if the gloomy night is sitting up there, with researcher, gendarmerie discipline only they will guard and protect you! The fused human destinies were rolling more and more in vain, embracing you with unbridled clinging to the momentary immortality of the Universe - I could do nothing for you anymore!

With the rumble of our tears, fountains and energies met in the blood caves of our bodies. With our ever-circulating juice dumplings in our bodies, we longed for maps as principles of sure cognizability.
Now the thickest serenity: Dead tor tormenting, and contemplating my silent patience with silence: Your chestnut wreath on the crown of your head would have rocked me in my dreams with quiet reverence!

“And then I snatched myself out of the afflicted, intoxicating vapors of disappointment; You did not sacrifice your Heart on the altar of love like I did because You were more selfish! This earthly prosperity of yourself was in your mind. Will there be loyalty to you who will forgive your hesitant orphanage?

Maybe - then one day this disbelieving katyvas, an obsessed idyll, a futile self-branding that many consider the secrets of my heart will end. What was this drowning air resistance, a volcanic eruption? A short but more lasting successful armament with the power of Words. - See orphan, my pessimism left to me is forced to chase me because it has nestled in the target of my head and my whole life has been

hesitant to insecurity, one-time escape! "I would have liked to have laughed proudly at the World in your arms, but I could not take heart and never forgive you or myself: Silver ice beads shattered your sincere face like true beads!" "Now that you really aren't physical, but maybe you're standing next to me with spiritual smoldering faith, I still don't know if I'll listen to wise advice and destroy you forever from the island of my desires if you ask: Why my tearful vulnerability?" Then maybe he will answer for me! After all, it was so good to sit with you in prison benches, to sit in shackles, miserable, and to rest, and to watch and watch with my persistent patience: the throbbing hammering of your sweet heart as it enters

to a more private terrain, and how comforting and reassuring your overwhelming victim, which you have brought for me, when, in the midst of the hunger of starving wolves, he has lifted my bleeding honor, the human hills of my morals, to the wings of your angelic patience.

Unexpected landscapes, unknown uncertain possibilities opened up before us: We were hoping then that we would dream ourselves! If I doubted it, I dared to believe that with you I was in a mood and mood with ascending and sinking relaxed freedom, like a submarine and a submarine that appears on the surface at any time!
You’re becoming more and more vulnerable, you’re getting weaker: You don’t know what to do, nor how? You are still secretly hoping - with a certain consciousness - that the gift rainbow of happiness may banish your gloomy clouds into starless loneliness: S You can cherish an priceless human star between your two arms!

Dodge, stagnant hesitation, heavily woven, complimented fever, humiliated adventure: Youthful Ankle: Fate Anyway One: The shackles of your lost consciousness are rarely about yourself if you can shake them off! You thought — it was true that you would untangle the cross-knots of your being with your armor-smile, your unshakable confidence, like ******* Gordian knots. The hammering and pulsating effervescence of unexpected heartbeats opened before us, and your only fate-error is only

it could have been: Didn’t you know what would be more appropriate for you: determination or a resigned escape from the towering walls of your problems? “They were pushed and tossed towards me like a growing, bursting lava flow. I had to, but I really needed the disappointed embarrassment and the blushing beauty to do next to you!



From the web of my memory — no matter how careful I keep the brush from falling out — as a great Sisyphus, I struggle with the rocks of unchanging vanity!

When the shore tear between the two of us was completed: An important, small piece of the heart was broken with a huge sparkle and delicate strings: disappeared! - The internal organs that kept the weight of your true pearl tears, the transforming heaven of your happiness in you with the gaping depths of caves, are now offended as looters

with the words of silent bells they keep sobbing and do not understand: How could you let go, without the hope of a joyful reunion, the One, the True ?! A wounded tear burst out again and dripped its way like a soundless yet talkative glass ball, mercifully on the crater solitude of your ash face. "I was the first to lose my dear: You have left for a limited, perfectly sterile world, and a well-deserved marriage may have flourished in your heart forever!" Slowly, deliberately, the Secrets have legitimized in my heart: You may love me even more than anything, but inside, where something was swollen and tense at your gaze, now only the gaping, perforated like craters Nothing yawns!

And finally, you can see yourself filled with happiness; smuggling the belief that your heart might be fuller could be better than chasing the destroyed emptiness of your brave words endlessly! "I would ask you, your blessed hand, to take the pledges of my truths, the promises of my kisses, as a pledge," and I will take care of you on every doomed day of my life as before.

When I was drawn to myself at once as a summer rampage, and the heat flirted with us, the landscape was sultry, fogged with volcanic vapors, and we would be accustomed to an air war of refreshing drafts — our eyes trained for science. We should stop losing the false illusion - which we have told each other as truth - and just love it as a sweet-sad consolation of tears! Just watch as the mature, drunken summer kisses the veins of tree leaves into golden treasures, training lattice-belly blinds so that when we fall into each other’s arms at the universal word of the Universe we can refresh the hiatus of the air.

Caress your hair with delicious and pleasant chocolate chips! "But happiness and satisfaction do not radiate from me now," despised bitterness rages with the pounding steel needle of a steam drill in your heart:


Now that you have grown into a married, committed woman, you can only vegetate almost every day so that the eternal One Emotion dies immortal again as Prometheus. “Many times I watch the silver smile of stars with a delicate navel — but that doesn’t hope for salvation either. To resurrect the immortal realm of Eden! Your eyes are two vulnerable, orphaned

a tiny continent of desolation and also the books - with which I surround myself every day, and they have brought remorse that has destroyed my counted time. Now, under the bearded icicles, I crouch up like beaten shipwrecks. The indifferent Winter also targets me with killer frost glances over my head!

They will soon leave - as will my acquaintances, My Years! Bitter memories as iris moments may be resurrected once and for all, if I will: If you are not surrounded by amber tendrils, Nothing as conscious indifference and boredom! I will warp with broken and cracked country road ditches if I have to look in the mirror in honor.

I did not become an winning strategist or warlord in either Adonis or the first camp! I was able to be satisfied with the cheap smell of potato vegetables and brine: "You swallow a lot anyway!" The others barked at me with their curses! "And maybe in my death, maybe I can only be a naked snail who dared to try in any way to

he could not just catch the Atlantic shores of immortal love. And if my blood seeps through the caverns of my perforated heart many times, where was the self-help, blessed face laughing at all the misery and waving? "Are my eyes or just my will tired of searching?" Mapping the Real? - I don't know myself! I can't compromise with bus pass dictatorships right now! Whose money and faith in the alleys of years of trying few people are now enough for a single line, if it gets a little better and maybe even smiles, the Sun can travel kilometers around with its youthful feet,

if you want, your health can still do it! I have no desire for the raging raging of worlds: I long for the uninhabited islands of Peace! The poorer are devoured daily by life, its cynical asphalt snout absorbing the sparks of Existence — what a light-hearted thought it was to release the life-giving and promising tingling around your porcelain fingers that might have guaranteed the earthly happiness of the two of us.

A terrible season ensues: it resembles an army of disgusting leeches, armed against blood vessels, and wisely armed to tune its poisons against our bodies, and to unite our ever-battered organs in unity!

For weeks, siege cannons have been gathering with the fierce symphonies of clouds: Slowly, with the staggers of weakness, the blizzard mutters in tiny, slender drops, the street forced to put on its armor as a solidified response!

I can already feel that the shameful folds of my forehead are plowing the shaggy forest of my chest like an ice-scalpel by the storm, and now - because I'm still facing a window, there are no drying, eternal immortal tears

I see the bitter weathered glass beads of conscious incompetence of conscious ignorance and revenge abounding in greed! Through the translucent cracks in the air, twilight also unfolds the petals of purple-roses richly! And I can only watch, just stare, as my idyllic idiots cheated to the brink of my idyllic dreams!

And now it's getting raging, the conscience is still roaring, "Oh, how much I couldn't do for you!" "Because he was chewed on our wall, the insulted cowardice, the cheap escape, and the caution not to trust anyone - and the least in myself!" The suddenness of the minute greets me, the world is now in the throes of those who know everything better -

I may be going strongly out of the circle in which the year of my youth has fled unnoticed! Fate looked like a wanderer in its two existence, they cannot sleep in peace, because he could not find the True - the other, more valuable half of his soul!

I wanted to lie on your lap, lowering my orphaned little boy's head. This is how I dreamed of heaven, a possible fulfillment! Between the glories of the harmony found, it is a barrier and a rope to immerse yourself in the darkness of your beetle-eyes at night, and to feel: it is not my life that I need you! The delicate thread of your beautifully curved veined hair would encircle you, not suffocatingly, but all over gently, even with rampant amber, and from this World you would be taught a lesson of courageous uplifting and holding, if everything seems to collapse!


The dreamy imagination was now deceived, lying and annulled at the same time - I wanted to face the Kharübdisz throat of wave depths; wolf-eyed with passing, but only if you squeeze my hand out of full strength. It would have promised us twilight by blowing rainbows, and while celestial volcanic eruptions

we looked, the earthly miracle, the infinite in each other then we found forever! I would have kept silent with my stethoscope elephant ears, your tiny bell-heart, what unknown messages it sings to me. I would have greeted you who thought you were merrily and merrily lost when your heart was broken again, a tragic loss!

That's how I would have stayed with you, a humble guest, a shipwrecked pathetic of worn-out moral values, - now resting in your non-redeeming Madonna lap. My orphaned, shaky soul cannot be relieved by the peaceful captivity of my pillows. I peek around the corner of my room, and if they ask: Why haven't I married and committed myself? I reply, “My deer-eyed gaze holds me in immortal abundance, in handcuffed captivity, among the pathetic shackles of eternal exile, that I have let go of the Happiness Found lightly, I have let it go!

In the unspeakable minute in which the true pearl shattered in your dark eyes: I saw shooting stars glow in a garland of halo. And at the same time we did not even notice ourselves, but our hearts became the caring, caring guard of each other! In the lake of my soul, I let your unforgettable face continue to bathe, and we could have been the only sentient, human bond: You and I - it was good to forget the prey of worries and sorrows and leave it behind!

"And now that the delicate veins of your nerve strings don't tingle at your already raging blood, where should I go now instead of your roaring winter-greeted sun-smile." my heart was shattered in a changeable shape for you to reassemble, and now why did I have to, did it be necessary to shatter my wounded self again, to know: I could only have been your toy in your junk, flirting campaign?

Oh tell me! If you can say and confess who, giving up his existence, confessed bouquets of love, happiness, and joy, and what will happen with that novel, what else can you expect? "He was frightened, afraid of my perforated heart, that the only Phoenix bird of immortal flame would never rise again," he said, almost afraid,

his rooted legs tremble when he begins a renewed relationship: The wounded spikes of the former immortal sweetheart still hurt his heart, trembling on porcelain-fragile dreams, one dances with ease! - I can't forget your star crossfire, you can get closer and closer if you move away from me: And even now

you chase my dreams, my resignation, bitter consciousness, self-pity stuck in my throat: Can I go on with Life now without you? I can't listen to the suicidal ease of suicides either.

Requiem for immortality
  
    
  
He could no longer know anything that he would fall into Nothing with a kiss-praise, as the last confession in which cramps trickle into the impossible - unbearable volcanic eruption, cosmic collision of spheres, whirlwind of eye wars

Your Archangel has not faithfully torn your blood-twilight lips to the tune of balmy romances - And he couldn't know anything from you that his kiss would comfort him! But there was a short circuit, the connection that thought immortal connected two wandering shipwrecks, maybe it was finally broken!

- The wild and silky-green torn hills of the ancient Celtic ridges could not bring you peace either, because you could not know the answers, in the darkening pond of your eyes, cynical sparks had not bounced for a long time, you yourself are a childish dream image, you are a junk prisoner of our toy!

In the corridor of my soul, you can no longer greet with a grin, you are determined that the germ of your existence could not be adopted fertilized by the earth! - You just wouldn't have left me forever! How I could have felt beneath your throbbing body landscapes bubbling, bubbling, and feathering flirtatious bubbles in your oxygen carrying molecules!

Now done: The siege ring, which has besieged a knocking heart so far and is now tightening its throat, stretches it out: It is forced to swallow a deadly dumpling curse while the dehumanization gorillas are trampled on!

Deep in the placenta, the tummy-dweller snoozes quietly, sending messages. The Madonna-faced fairy is still patient and kindly examining her belly, watching! Oh, the first, tiny chubby-angel germination of new existence, now unfolding its wings! In the happiness of the heart, it now begins in a thick stream of rays and sends more and more, pounding its berries of true pearls richly.

Oh, little, blessed unknown guest, strange planets **** the Netherlands to this big world! - While in the cellular caves of the abdominal cavity like a glorious candlelight you are searching for a possible way out and looking for your future mother's swan hands diligently and gently: Now the celebrating soul begins a quiet lullaby, giving prayers to the gracious God of Nature!

Joconda-eyed, blessed love-chalice that has elevated Existence to the altar, you have received the Hearts that love you with a humble bow with a flood of kisses! The common fate of Damocles swings over us that we could have been born into existence from the killer home of fertile mothers - your angelic baby is now

he keeps crying, squinting. He roars proudly as he perceives the warmth of his harmonies, his love, curious about everything. His love and hunger are now growing, as in the instinctive food chain of the deserved hierarchy, and he greedily squeezes, cumizza the life-giving elixir of life, which rises as a source of existence: even open, gaping wounds, from the self-craters of the ******* of the *******: comforts, babusgat and nourishes

so one-eyed child, and perhaps the unspeakable, magical moment of revolving existence! Gordian knots also seem simpler, everything is tactilely homely, realistic!

To hide, to escape. Cheap and not-ripe with the weights of Tomorrow on my limbs, painted green and blue by the squeaky revenge! You should hide — yes, sneak into the deep secrets of blessed-hearted mother-in-law. Stretch out as long as you can the unknown safety net to protect and protect you! - Or in diligent mole mode, digging denser caves of tunnels underground: Field worms,

perilous beetles may be accepted as unknown guests, my real lack cannot be complete, it cannot be Whole: My voicing conscience plays with me questions and answers every day and recognizes my lack. - The weight of the task is what pulled back: The responsibility of pen and paper recalls more and more, pulled back into the sobering consciousness; I can't leave yet, and I can't be part of the Nothing I am considering yet,

in whose country I would be transformed into a degraded ****, under persistent, non-sluggish patience! The law of hiding binds me, forces me to forget my retaining human reality, and in the abyss of my selfishness I can find my own way out! The wounded, battered coder of the days is just lurking,

in your persecution mania, whoever is behind you in the invisible is still obsessively, drug-killer? I deliberately hid myself in my heart with my treasures of compliments - if possible and always remember me - I could not even count and face my soul,

budge! The momentary self-esteem and self-confidence are bold in me, and now I know for sure - I would jump in vain:

I can never enjoy your unfulfilled, blissful love with you again!

A stream of melted chocolate pours richly on your forehead, - brown straw flames encircle your deer gaze. Your gaze is scanning, like paying attention to detail - now you’re searching with killer thoroughness and paying attention. Towards sunlight, you reveal the sincere, courageous radiance of your earthly face: The thorny thistles of rays, the proud sheaves, wrestle with your curls while the melody of your rest trembles in peace on the island of my shoulders,

feed! The dazed afternoon stretches lazily around us, and the unearthly wail-cry of your prayer reaches my mouth, its peaceful supplication, That it may never end - in vain I look, I pay attention, I search the tender, tender vaults of your face, I cannot find the sincere, pure light, the ancient which surrounded

s defined You! He became more suspicious of almost every lover. Hotter than love: Soul-shackling Faithfulness that has bound me to you, and now I am merely blessed with self-mourning in the Universe! "It would have been nice to fall into the intoxication of kisses together: The Universe would have surprised us with the need for completeness - as an inheritance I gave you my mood to protect it with your proud affection," I should have seen it; I was the perfect, foolish - that Heureka's spark didn't flash for me: And anyway

I wanted to hold it in your arms as the last romantic breath of your arms, as it became a hole, you have fallen into the priceless Pearl of Truth, and you have forgotten all too soon! As a Prometheus, my wound ruptures daily because of you: Do not accuse, do not grieve yourself! - Our destiny as a wise judge smooths the crosses of our existence

Renewable mornings are like ***** killer, leaking through the soles of my soaked shoes, - in front of me I have to pay attention to split and split into two amoebaes the winter snow-covered, spruce-island: And yet I fell through a wide-eyed human sieve. In the mouths of many tiny crickets, sisere-arm, as the only outsider outside the camp, groping only the familiar unknown, I stop: Either I will be quite persecuted, or I will live to be reduced to a hunter myself! - This Century puts on those who daily produce with sweat beads the still existing Reality and the pleasure that has never been before

they knew - they leave it to those who get up at ten in the morning! People’s wallets are punctured and wounded by unfaithful self-abandonment: You can’t stay on the ground for some cheap garas after the possible tomorrow. Even with a terrible burden of responsibility, I am constantly grinding myself and dissecting the brainstorming of my brain: How to be captive to Tomorrow

earning bread if you have already shattered Hope got there? The only permanence against the tolerated World: Constant, self-marching, vibrating malaise! - Now a work that produces diligence and perseverance and a brain presence fills the mornings, and if the bed is rather a relaxing captivity short-circuited,

rather than constraint. Now you are still a biological cell, who would need a camp of life-giving molecules as soon as possible, but there may come an era in the found, dismembered Time, when Someone in loyalty clutches will look at you, and with your conscience - in the tunnel of secret telepathies

you become one with him! - Only the Thought can be honest and clear, because the mouth is already stuttering

Like pushed blinds, fog-covered mornings began to sway, and old mountain-aggastians released - let go - the newborn time of day. Eures' beard can't wait to knock down its victims with the sharp passwords of hidden assassins, and then the given Time, even the Island, may seem insurmountable, and the wounded sky splits the slices of oranges and the petals of roses, examining ridge!

Now you might even guess yourself, you know; you still listen to your thoughtful and fast-pulsating heartbeat: There is peace, and it would take anything to stay in your sweetheart's cherished, caring caring arms — if you could, the rays of the sun would pierce your forehead several times in succession with sharp scalpel-swords.

The sly and compromising World seeps through my retina from slowly fading lumps of mist: Maybe I am more of myself — believe in the name of an immortal universe instinct, exposed to the flirtations of dreams and sold myself? Perhaps! There is now an unbreakable wall between me and the world, tense, but since when! We whistleblowers stand on a sunken, shaky stage: the offended ghosts of existence!

The perpetual fugitive, Self-centered inner stream seeks refuge, and cities are shaken by the junk swear word recorded as a cordiva. The wounded lips of seven-mile-minute people would yell, gagging out of themselves the unborn Order: The gamble of cheap Johns, in which the loser himself is the biggest slap in the face, falling on his face - and has long since disappeared in human beetle eyes

joking, rocking, halo-stars, comets who once knew and knew: The vow of the inalienable Oath of allegiance would have been tied to the earth on which we were born

In homeless, homeless swarms, ravens chatter on skeletal-sectioned tree branches: Charred black bones preparing to cool! They didn't spare the cold shadows of the seasons, either, while they could: Believe that the stealthy flare of the fading day has now stopped for good! The only possible connection between the two lovers was that they clung to each other with umbilical cord captivity, capturing each other’s safety - social gravity prejudices everyone.

he beheads, he is not curious about you because he never asks! With clenched fists, clenched teeth whirling, fluttering, cuddle in Time-vacuum, thoughts flutter with meaning, after warming pity! An icy silence turned into a executioner, murderous air seeps through the tunnels of the body! - From the sunken time, it would be such a good satisfaction to pull you out now,

that your blushing temper could unfold the blood-rosy essence on your face! Alas! - It must be late, it can't be! Memories swaying in the past can now be easily deceived: In vain! The years go by faster than at the beginning of our birth, when everything and everyone is brand new! -

Well, this is how we live on and on: You are scattering what could have been Beautiful and Noble, and many friendly-spirited, perhaps only good-natures presented to the world - those who were really in captivity in Mortal Time are now long gone, and may never return they know!
"The one-eyed Cyclops eye with a single-eyed wink no longer greets him, and with its deep red wounded arch, the rainbow has moved into transience," a vague, uncertain, organicizing material accumulates on the island of the Horizon line!

Everything is getting insignificant. As diamonds and treasures, King Darius tosses wastes of ******* into the abyss of doom. Sadly, I look more and more indifferently at how a Man who carries values, carrying a weight-shifting column, ruins himself only from values: You can get cheap discounts from compromising wordings! - Duration of existence - maybe

it is only a secret until one fingers and sees the crowded connections! It's all a crazy problem, and an insatiable will to decide: Should I go to look for a job in a free, bright, and fatten the subsidies of pointless juicers from my lean bread, or

should I trust myself to a foolish Fate, who, like a fasting shipwrecker, will sooner or later put him near the shore? "We can only be silly, hangover figures in the year-round rotation of Being, and the age of shameless plate lickers, cheap John's sole lollipops is coming - it has long since arrived, only Man refused to remember!"

And seventy, cheap consolations, minute human beings snuggle into sudden, erupted careers like rhyming chimpanzees until they could get enough: And he who sat as lazy crickets on his laurels so far is now also dreaming of the juicy gas of finals!

"You, my dear friend, can't even dream of this - letter-formers of your own kind will only be praised by mortal Time with skinny laurel wreaths if they have long been dipped in the useful twigs of their bones."

Maybe I’ve been disgusted by the Whole for a long time p to pretend to heap on jobs on our backs, for cheap labor jobs, and all of us would go there — that others work two hours loosely a day, the other twelve hours a day, and then with these: Fate-tolerant they communicate with chopstick people, with grace-chiré grace: “That’s your wage! I would crack in your seats so I could earn that much! ” - Soaking in suicidal juice of self-pity, feeling of inferiority, loss of honor

now everyone: In the minds of many, it must have turned around what if there were no more Tomorrow, sipping for cheap hunger wages! "And there is no one under the dehumanized sky who preaches, 'Humanity to the son and daughters of man!' - You are boring: In your diminished moral mind you are ungrateful s

useless, you can only be discouraged when it comes to Truth and honesty, while you yourself have long since escaped the balance of tomorrow, on which your conscience will be measured, and how will you be, and by what methods have you been able to survive and tolerate?

- Perhaps it is better if a person is exalted or spit only after the moment of his death, and thus at least as long as his Vulnerability and Vulnerability is spared in his life, The worst fact: Man, leaving everything behind, without his favorite poems, going to the ground with the nakedness of Adam, and then the big Nothing moves to its place in a temporary framework!

Where will the cherished dreams, heartbreaking ruptures, whipping volcanic eruptions, and the tingling vow of allegiance between your swan-white fingers go? Wasted seconds of chilled, petrified tears? And where will the peak power of flaming kiss revolutions, the complete colonization of the soul, go? Where will your amber-light night-brown hair stay

have I learned to enjoy the scent of blessed silk with content while weaving your curls into the rich and tidy wreaths of buns? I took a line - you can believe it - of many sorts of galadic sins, between two extremes just a complimenting boy in a love affair - I did not deserve a cheeky rejection from a deer-eyed girl, at most only in full

I respected, complimented him, above all I loved His selfless sincerity - From the distance of the seasons, everything suddenly changed: Senses, desires, and imaginations became hypocrites, faithful to a false occasion; And at the same time, the Human Heart is hardened because of the surges of inalienable, unforgettable immortal memories that have raised reefs to hold captive the eternal and eternal

moment, footsteps knocked out of cowardice, low and cheap rules of the game of interest and interest answers! "Now it may be: My mourning for you has neutralized all my memories." However, I cannot forget a copy of your dear angel face. You may have been captured, forever completely!

for there is a single paved, sure path to vulnerable and broken hearts: the power of love, the truthful consolation of tears! "Something isn't right yet. I've forgotten the better, truer, and happier half of your conscience than yours - at least it wouldn't have been this desperate moment: I'd need you already, and now I don't know where you are yet?"

Even an island where Time has stopped, and your eloquent gaze or even a scalpel penetrates my kidney. Your mischievous smile plays in the red glow of your face and hesitates with me! In my vulnerable heart, the refined strands of the years have struck an aggressive homestead, and only your delicate, nurturing hand can heal it! I would put my haunted head in your arms: Can the desires of human evildoers ever be fulfilled on a daily basis?

How could our two heartbeats be connected on secret entrapped biological pathways, say? And can’t the half-nailed, uplifting will hide nothing more than the fact that we both became cowards at the decisive moment?


I knew the nice little flirting ended sooner than we had previously thought. Our abandoned, hesitant confession ended sooner than a sudden, hurried breath, before the sure drowning! Did you really think so? You wanted this? Please answer! No coercion! Why did the immortality felt at all times seem annoyingly ending?

We were as cruel and submissive to each other's selfless and foolish noble emotions as two ruthless despots who alone considered the Question: "Do you still love me?" Or could I just have been a disposable, cheap item of use while bouncing back and forth as a palace clamp for you ?!

I know it’s very annoying, annoying, but calm down for a single minute! You would torment the exploitable moment to the point of uncertainty - now watch in silence: Listen to the beats of your heart and just listen to them - this is the hardest and most painful! "Envy and jealousy as a mysterious trustworthy can never lead because of a bad omen!" To the voices of my compliments somewhere in the distance, secretly now you are still trembling, answering!

My friend, no matter how many unemployed people now find themselves in the abyss of subsistence, no struggle: He struggles with the enveloping annihilation, which takes everything by relentless methods and spares no one, and how many vulnerable attempts go out of Hope on solid feet - what a merciful : "There are no more places to earn a living today!" "It can be divided by mouth!" - Everything seems to be destroyed and shattered, and even life-sustaining existence is becoming more and more difficult - children can only pay for one or two snacks of sacrifice with tearful pearls, because none of them: S longing back to the idyllic island of peace, escaping back and forth!

My friend, the summer is going to have better days in the saddle of beating soon: everything slumps down - the heating bill is a thing of the past - even tactile words, promises of cheapness bind, scratch, disappear most of the palate

What Man Can Afford: Set aside and squat as much as possible: Make jam in a thick stream from the ash face of peaches, and accumulate as many well-closing useful cans as possible for even harder times: And the very bitter fact remains: also rotting canned residue

precious number gone! It is the hardest to survive the alley-scented hours of the days, so that the Thought has already froze in gelatinized brains, and that the will, the compulsion of the ancient method of wanting to do, has been ground by the hopeless Nothing!

The fierce, hyena-clawed attention now turned to you like a smoking rifle barrel, when after a murderous gunfire only people were shocked, silent, because their weapons were reeling instead! The spotlight lights of Árgus's eyes surround you, scanning you, searching you in sight as X-rays analyze with phosphor fiber!

You feel your exams have long failed: You were a scapegoat and you could only be guilty in one person when the Truth was read to you: - Never be afraid to forget the pillars of your knowledge

your dictionary and lexicons will always be close to the shelf - human, despicable evil is carefully prepared every day - Man's greatest opponent is himself! - without the being of an instinct-animal hiding on its own, it cannot and cannot escape! - We should strive for a recognizable, learnable acceptance - that there is a free, independent and acceptable place underground outside of routine templates!

You already knew when your cricket was the first to trample the joys of pitfalls within the prison walls of patinated walls - that you could be a loser at all costs in the killer eyes of the "overly smart" killers, and there was no way to we can also bet!

As a wire-gripped electric-powered sinking ship, you clung to your rotten, dry planks for almost five years yourself: Were you waiting for the liberating power to be able to refer a conscription to your D-letter? "In the end, you are left with a son who is considered nobody, with only one major - linguistics."

without the help of tapeworms - and now you can listen to the calling words of eternity: Why did you stay home, and why are you still a graduate unemployed?

I didn't get smarter or braver! - Crying hysterical despair continues to shake the structure of my body - if I suddenly move, I dare to cry alone in the tearful captivity of Turkish and shower roses! The world is still resisting with gnarled ideas and in vain I want to be independent of the mind - to liberate the obligatory conventions of society - It is not possible!

For the honest man also picks up the breadwinner in his day and is broken after eight or ten casual working hours, on the altar of his own vulnerability! Shiny glass ***** appear as indelible shadows in your eyes; planet-sized tears. "He is looking for helpless self-pity, groping for a way out, and no matter how hard he tries to find mercy, he can't find it!"

We are hesitantly wondering who will be forced out of our comfortable, protective beds with the whips of duty at five o'clock in the morning as convicts! If we look at the bottom of mirrors: Our self-pity also spits in our eyes, our pride goes into our eyes! - It flows like dirt inside us, and we ask ourselves out loud ironically:

"That's all we could do ?!" "And we push the child half an onion, bird-watching food as a gift of grace," the shame stamp has been tattooed on our bitter face: If we don't take care of the missing bills, majestic overhead-piles can sweep away our house!

And we feel in ourselves that the honor of our work has been lost today because Man forgot to find something in himself and maybe rediscover it: If all efforts, struggles and wills enrich the yellow earth...

Just as I am lost, I just wander among the cobwebs of self-abandonment, like a foolishly trained, trampled one who subconsciously desires to warmer equator - EXIT rarely, if it exists! With their terrible Inquisition words, the Ordinary sermons come and squeeze, they all say, "Your foolishness is now being repaid by the hour of your death!" - And me? He humiliated him as a rag doll for his own good

Love may have twitched, what will happen to it? My only preserved or bonfire manuscripts remember, instead of people’s forgetful, perforated-crater memories, who I once was and could have been on the shady side of benevolence!

They will come, smile, and at the same time say to the Destiny and Fate, who set the target, "We trampled this thinking cattle and tore off their deceived horns!" - He who tried to advertise on burnt papers while he knew and believed that the faithful immortality of thought and letters is eternal! - Many refused to believe:

Even that such a fussy gingerbread, a strange beetle, could redeem the dying Morality for the scheduled slogans of beating heart muscles? Ridiculous! "It was full of smoky smart eggs, pathetic bookworm worms." a lot of foreign thoughts swirled in his brain, and only the one in whose heart the Vulnerability was permanently settled, threw out an anchored!

They laughed at him: Cynically, haughtily, as much as he could, hiding his true pearls - he was afraid he was just a human wreck these days! there is an immature, ribbed rock that is strongly iris-living and not a product of eternity - yet it is a solid mixture from the perspectives of tolerance and empathy!

Just as I am lost, I just stumble among the cobwebs of self-abandonment, like a foolishly trained, trampled one who subconsciously desires towards warmer equator - EXIT rarely, if it exists! With their terrible Inquisition words, the Ordinary sermons come and squeeze, they all say, "Your foolishness is now being repaid by the hour of your death!" - And me? He humiliated him as a rag doll for his own good

Love may have twitched, what will happen to it? My only preserved or bonfire manuscripts remember, instead of people’s forgetful, perforated-crater memories, who I once was and could have been on the shady side of benevolence!

They will come, smile, and at the same time say to the Destiny and Fate, who set the target, "We trampled this thinking cattle and tore off their deceived horns!" - He who tried to advertise on burnt papers while he knew and believed that the faithful immortality of thought and letters is eternal! - Many refused to believe:

Even that such a fussy gingerbread, a strange beetle, could redeem the dying Morality for the scheduled slogans of beating heart muscles? Ridiculous! "It was full of smoky smart eggs, pathetic bookworm worms." a lot of foreign thoughts swirled in his brain, and only the one in whose heart the Vulnerability was permanently settled, threw out an anchored!

They laughed at him: Cynically, haughtily, as far as he could, hiding his true pearls - he was afraid he was just a human wreck these days! there is an immature, ribbed rock that is strongly iris-living and not a product of eternity - yet it is a solid mixture from the perspectives of tolerance and empathy!

Well, what an impossibility it may have seemed, they said indignantly at the time, the wild flare of the seagull and the hedgehog, its late, sparkling, idyllic romance: petty jealousy, the scandal of searching eyes, situation that I'm already married! You don't care anymore! ” -

The heart would break, and Love gave its handcuffs to rust! He just slapped him up; Your message for Valentine's Day! Gossipy, delicate congregations would not have tolerated the bookworm leech with the earthly goddess anyway! Instead of a discreet face-kiss, the snare fire of slaps snapped on my left cheek - I lost my crumbly faith - it was an irresponsible fad or

just a gamble with sincere emotions? "To this day, he could only listen silently, his pain - if he had, he hid it carefully in front of me!" "And as long as it was expedient and good to be cuddled, to laugh and whistle like a roaring Winter with a stubborn swearing, the World wishing to be annihilated!"

Of course - perhaps - we knew, quite precisely, that Things are about something different here: We have taken responsibility for the protection of one another with the Law of the Heart, and that now there may not be another opportunity - that Everything is for the last time, because it has finally happened!

The relentless forgetfulness of memory, the Judgment that it was a play on the part of the well-played feasibility of immortal transcendence: In a mad snowstorm, I am forced to walk home alone with helpless faith -
while I turn to death, I try to make myself aware and comprehend: Someone else can squeeze your fragile swan hands!

I miss my nimble swan, my fragile tulip flower, the tous-sounding bee in the arms of roses! Especially your chirping, chirping voice: That I did not go after you in Karakan with Adonis methods, and I remained worthless s Luzer! - And now he is hurting and marching as an enemy of the Ancient One with remorse.

Reliable, radiant merriment: As a wife, your eternally immortal smile, the soft fulfillment of your flying steps. Even in schools - because I went to more than one at a time, I was lucky enough to experience the pants - I always arrived on time, and I didn't waste the breakable time on anyone!

And sooner or later the will will become my ability, my serious attachment, the conviction: He who deliberately robbed my precious Time, is a Thief himself! Until then: Only one, be faithful to yourself, and if you become expelled and lost, you always know that there is a possible rise from the yellow earth! And weeds, kufar-dogs, lotus-running, trampling on their victims are just petty power struggles s Tyrant will fail at all times!

You remember? You patted yourself comfortably into the tamed ditches of my oak shoulders when it happened - unfortunate way is my ruthless ankle, and I dared to say a foolish word to you: I would be happy to help you down countless serpentine snail ruffles! Two thousand somewhere, even at the beginning of the year!

Later, I tried to get to the root of the problem: Why do you miss me so always, even more irrevocably, even more strongly? Well only: The laws of the Heart are inexplicable, inexplicable! Testimony: An immortal ten doesn’t fit on the quality list - with great benevolence, two and a half! Just all the good and s hand kiss to you

Self portrait in 2013
  
    
  


Strange Wonder Beetle: Most of all, a kind of charming, modestly gentle hamster muzzle. The nimbus of the determined concentration floats around it, the whites of the eyes tremble, trembling in the swamp of self-pity. In the siege storm of everyday life, it is itself a fully equipped armor of conflict-ridden Don Quixote romance. And he himself is merely in the eternal-circular decipherments of Being

brain, pondering all day. In many cases, as a child, he was forced to apply a swing policy to fleeing threads - in many cases, his nose would have been broken to be crushed! Even for just a quarter of a moment, a fleeting pause, it would be good to believe, to hope - after the possibilities of not trying in the sure consciousness
immediately, with unbroken caracan: But it is afraid - the child is forced to hide in adult skin, and even so it is not certain that society will accept it as a lover of conscious solitude! Isolation has never been used by anyone,

and not inspired, - yet to happen is absolutely necessary! - I can't trust them! At most only in my own mother as an eternal, humane, moral Answer! How can a prosperous future still come from the present, tubeless present? The answer is getting more and more doubtful, on shaky legs - maybe I don't think so myself anymore, but I have to every day, because it is necessary and because morally

it can give us hold on alone to feel worthy of being PEOPLE - to greet the unknown Tomorrow with humbled steps of hope, humility replaced from our brains! The weight of responsibility is heavy, it pushes the burden on our shoulders, yet the universal support of our conscience is essential!

The uncertain and finite circumstances are perhaps precisely because human consciousness offers us only alternatives, not just universal spontaneity, and connections! Once a single link, a bad idea, a fluctuating idea starts once, unconscious subconscious thought fluctuations,

restored deeds are determined by honest, common sense instead! "It happens," the Individual believes, "so Man alone," will be an integral, ******-in part of the crowd, and he will remain! And thus he deliberately avoids the limits of personal thought, his designated and reliable logical steps!

And the incorrigible would be further aggravated by the consistent laws of indestructible Humanism: Like being on fly paper, a small billion people would be trampled by foolishly successful, animal irresponsibility! "Why is there still the knowledge that I'm still scared?" "Would I ask Reality: people who are considerate, patient, and conscious?"

What could we have ruined? I wonder where we may have made a mistake, and it is just unfortunate that in our infectious obsession, we have finally forgotten the Causal Relationships! The age of intrepid beasts, egoistic monkeys, Gorillas imagined as Adonis, emerging jampecs suachs - fearful - has long since arrived, and only man's self-belief, prudence, allows for universal Moral values,

if we consciously sink into the mud from there, measured by the standard of humanism, we can leave with our heads raised!

Now I don’t dare go too far - the ghost shadows of the night have grown, and after dark, dating is also a hard breadwinner! From my well-trodden labyrinth of rooms, who even wants to thrive in a barren space with a relentless atmosphere? Eggs are yellow, butter, and the cheaper bun of water is still there and full! Unified tools of options! "You will be a complete, destructible beggar!" -

roaring old-fashioned executioners shouting with dog barking! Even in the last few days, the only difficulty is who first were to dare to be, or you may not feel the burden of your individual responsibility! Man - stumbling with poor blunders - or ashes or naturally dusting - is increasingly dependent on money! Provided that the title of Moral Admissibility has been omitted from your will! So our existence shrinks us a lot

unbearable irresponsibility and lightness: that only Man alone can choose to leave vulture-headed to choose and reckon with foreseeable consequences! Our slow walk out of life - we are afraid - that we have started a long time ago:

Our innate love-selfishness at the moment of our birth gave us an eager urge to do so, threatening us: If you are not fed fertile breast milk, caring expectant mothers will leave you orphaned! - With a testimonial, unjust, and yet learnable lesson of willpower, Life:

It guides us by pushing it back and forth like a Rubik's Cube; the shackling spiral network of payments, bills, utility debts: Finally, the sure point is that it is possible to preserve existence by passing on values ​​- but Money rarely carries interest, it is difficult to implement

Life just wouldn’t be so unbearably complicated. Don't pay bills, utility debts, lean-earning bums Judas pennies would depend on Everything, the point: You can live if you don't spend anything on yourself anymore, even in the condominium you call your supposed home, but you don't use your elevator politely your inner circles!

Just wouldn't romance be vulnerable. In his blood-red-twisted wounded lips, two orphaned Human Stars stood, perhaps ready to confess, and trembled for moments as the atomic bomb minute erupted, passed, and the loser-kissed, eternal losers guard the delicate, fragile trembling of the Almighty! While the half-nail is in love practicing with new deployment practices!

I just wouldn’t have so many half-nails, thoughtful, and foolishly charming tutyimutyit that ***** knife tips if you approach with his light the sun’s rays get in my sweetheart’s hair. Wherever I act, I compliment you as an enthusiastic, squeezing troubadour and serenade even with a plucked guitar - as a stick-ear - as an overly enthusiastic amateur, and face the possible possibilities of seduction with us!

He sneaks at us because there is nothing in vain, and because there is no responsibility and no will, but the ever-present, current currency! "We all know — and yet, when we confront the possible True as we wink at us, a diminishing sense of shame nestles in them: The Failure is that we have approached with the responsibility of dishonest intent."

A centrifugal dance of a cotton swab cloud around houses. The grass is now growing even lower - in vain do shaggy, impenetrable bushes, leg-damaging tares beat the rampant ground. Nor is a soul created as a raging farmer treading a furrow mark resolutely, into silent turns, uninhabited fields: It seems that nature is not planning a new garden here.

Staring at myself like a barely twenty-nine-year-old, tender, inexperienced relic, I sometimes just discuss important things out loud, without an audience! I have always searched for the whimsical caverns and rock beds of mole flights. Frozen lump of hair with Sisyphus-like teeth, like the Coward, I could only hide - escape at all costs

s way of eternal losers. A stubborn environment that does not accept human desires has always attracted me and, as a cautious, hesitant stepper, set aside new challenges and risks and bypass them as I flow the Times, I slip into silent futures!

Now the prophetic word of many: Roar! Their view: Assassination! I should be able to vote in confidence for others who are my relatives in the hitherto uncharted areas of the breathing conscience, - but it suddenly comes as a humiliated attack, unprepared:

Behind the cheap glossaries of indictments of the stars that have been forgotten and now forever remembered, we are hiding cautiously - we ourselves are afraid of painful, Vulnerable Truths!

Sit for a while and listen carefully! Listen, as if the overwhelming weight of our spoken words is decided by snowmen before the verdict, and our heartbeats sound like gunshots! Because there is a need for someone who, by paying attention, recognizes and understands the stifling vulnerability! I need someone who, instead of the chirps of the outside world cirada: he feels with the roar of interiors, remorse,

and protect, comfort! "Just sit still, at least for a fleeting moment: Instead of those who, due to their remorseful hot-headedness, were all running away and not looking back!" Those who all laughed at you in a despicable way, with a gala giggle, and now are grieving at their own pathetic misery! - Sometimes you don't ask or talk, because often the meaning of words is secretly lost when you listen to the Heart!

Maybe if we mix humiliated old age into our dark hair, you might be wiser, and maybe you’ll understand better! The problem with emotions is that they change faster and change faster than the weather - the faded, idyllic image comes to mind - and all we can do is try to find favorable places -
Although there is not a single, short iris life for this! - Just sit for a while and listen! My boredom is to believe only you will be filled with metaphors of tolerable content, and you will be set as a target if you miss the opportunity to fill all the essentials in order to live completely and whole! His bad and unfortunate cards were deliberately shuffled by Fate,

your business: Avoid the intrigues of fate, travel forward on safe roads - and only risk the tangible - if there is still cover!

In space, he was suddenly shaking at some minute-sudden speed: The jargon, the thief, and the ugly speech were in place: Attraction heaps of sarcasm! The round celestial body of the moon first stretched with a grimly distorted spirit in the slushy, puddle-mirror of the bus stop, and with the shaking howling winds! - We distribute the judgment ourselves, - we cannot choose from complicit and unworthy possibilities - he is in a suit,

masquerade Gorillas, built artificial nail plaza kittens dictated the agreed trend: S the immortal apocryphal pyramids of cultures are soon forgotten!

And as soon as they can do me a favor, they laugh one last time and leave me alone! Our small life is both ridiculous and pathetic at the same time! The risky decay that promises to destroy the inner self - in vain in terrorist words: The True, Tangible Essence is not attainable!

If we do not take care and make sure that our self-pity is in direct proportion to our slippery pessimism - or with our skinny spark optimism we will soon get ourselves a hangman! - Explosion of unsolicited electrical nerve pathways at the edge of brain cells -

the million tiny molecules tried to guard like a unifying flea in the expanding space of the intellect! - We couldn't do it! Killer, self-digesting in a relentless form: we push, crowd and under the weight of daily robotics if necessary - not so much for starvation wages; we break under the stigma of fate!

You are an anchor without me, a secret counterpoint. Without you, the secret daughter of Alpha s Omega - a chain link or a specially wounded half-nail in my conscience: Even now, I think terade with a multitude of micro-minutes - although I know I'm tearing the number in excess that in vain it was almost All!

Myself as a muddy ****, from which Enkidut was once carved out by handsome hands, I became one with you, I can't let the iron cat tentacles of your anchor rise from your harmonious island - it can't be the only Heart like a balmy night,

if the volcanic steam is there at night! Up in the cracked black-ink sky, milky cosmos maps with constellations tear inconsolable as they wander daily! "You're a nodding shadow without me, just a ballerina dancing silently."



I did not ask for revenge to be fulfilled: Accuse unfounded arguments, and relentlessly trample on me the glowing cops of your flame blast wherever you touch My destiny — you can hardly do anything against it — you are an organizing part! An instinct for life spitting from a blood fountain, and a gracious, halo Redemption! Everything changes:

Our wisdom ready to forgive — don’t deny it, we all drew from experience, and if you carved foolishness with words or deeds in disbelief to my head — I consoled you childishly naively if you had to! I kept the palaces of your tears in my handkerchief, and as long as you were full of joy or shivering wine, I took your hand. Without you, you can still be healthy. Trick me into the mud, Change changes

Whoever you may have been in the shackles of your past, now you are wandering aimlessly, pouring in the apostate hours of the day: What you thought was certain to be kept, and what you thought was easily escaping your punching hand these days! - You don't need more desire to prove: In the process, your former merry allies emerge: In joy and sorrow, your girlfriends, friends, colleagues - did not exist here on this earth! There is also a thirty-year sketch of your body as a question of why and how: Your everyday tried and worn nerves are strained through strings.

the matured and lying lie-off peace of suffering, emotions. Whoever you were as a rabbi of your past, now the Present scatters and shares your tried memories: Everyday proofs! For a long time you were hesitant, half-hearted, speechless, struggling with conscious silence: It would have been nice to call secrets with open-hearted, sincere-minded people - only for the One, True word!

Afraid, I have all left the shores of peace. Once again, I should start to stubbornly and proudly resurrect with elevated consciousness and faith - while I can and can: Beauty will be in the constant, mortal cycle as well: The redeemable mortality of Existence, your little one!

Now you are still carrying yourself deep in yourself, your thoughtful and imagined fall, because you have never let go and let the trembling little people fall asleep embedded in the depths of your heart to crawling, soul-seeing eyes!

Your unruly confidence, your unbroken confidence in the immortality of letters, is now still the object of ridicule: Standing alone, standing alone! - Whoever you were behind your little boy's mask: In the outbursts of rage of natural elements who want to rage, demand and so proclaim the moral Humanity,

"You can be sure once again, if you believe in him, an uncarved world-thrown, hermit of the mountains." The Redeeming Peace is making its way more and more urgently in you

The Spoken Reality

You should learn, you finally understand: The unattainable idyllic life for laurels rarely brings you! - The sizzling music of handsome, flirtatious lips clicked on your face like good-natured slaps, and you could only hope and hope - in the end you could only watch in annihilated way: Seductive lovers, Lady-Jews could be exploited, used - finally you were a disposable toy! You have not yet grown a laurel in burning beautifully curved kisses - you could only be one of many:

Youth, foolishness with its pregnant responsibilities bears itself! How many times have you tried to study the wandering map of unknown blood labyrinths in heartbeats that have been deciphered? But in vain! "You can't understand the secret of words, your struggle with hurricanes of complicated desires, inexperienced son-in-law!"

The emotion may have remained an immortal and unattainable torso: Though broken, but you tried to love with full conscience - see if they would reciprocate: You were the only Don Quixote who could be pushed to the ground among liar *******, dizzying skirts! "With a battered-worn briefcase, like a sad, melancholy chronicler of tiring thoughts, you carried a load of paper-smelling milestones of cultures laden — if you still have some money left!"

You have long guessed the Truth, to confess you are still helpless and molasses, and a coward for yourself: Only one who can be happy with himself is able to believe the all-embracing Prometheus hope that embraces everything. Who is meaningless and useless in spite of voices

he struggles and does his things more and more, and with his ancestral, contagious selfishness he settles down forever, in the manner of murderers, and he absolutely believes in his own Truths - keeping possible, changeable versions of individual opinion!
It should finally be said: Do not lie, but it is imperative that, if necessary, the seeing Eye proclaims relentless Truths, and be incapable of cherished, sometimes relieving lies, even when the spoken Reality causes wounded pain!

Your love for me is waning already. Maybe it wasn't born long ago, it could have been just an imaginary dream, if at all. I was degraded to a pointless target because I couldn’t find you, and because you didn’t take your wise-valiant will to seek it at all, even though your existence, like a hot sunset, with a wounded heart, I was thirsty! And I couldn't get enough of it!

Your eyes, which never gave up, cherished Hope, and if you had to, humble, charming, and eloquent with joy lamented by the betrayal of blood pains! - our passion could only have been an undeveloped stubborn, protrusion on the altar of our deserved passions: How far our iris-kissing warfare, missed in its flower, fades: A charming and naive series of child-kisses who still dare to believe

I took your hands even when you had fragile bones far away from me, and I know, “Our vulnerable conscience has been deceived and betrayed too many times. "Around us, they tremble in the form of gently trembling tears, tiny meteors, asteroids, and when your sprained, beautifully arched, graceful and foamy ankle, you could have rested on the shoulders of my shoulders with a calm will as a helping force!"

I condemned - believe me - silly, ulterior motives too! I saw you, your dear lily head, the autumn beating light, as if you were caressing her, her naughty love babbles - now it makes no sense to just follow me with a silent stream of tears, still lingering, in case you return to me with little girlish mood, but your wedding ring and adult to put things in order, - I don't want

if you hate me because you are still dear to me: Perhaps the immortal Inheritance is still breaking your petals in front of you: There is still a murderous farewell trembling in our souls, an unforgettable memory…

I had already sipped, I had fought quite a few times: with gazes, squeaky fools, good-natured comers, who - perhaps - despised the moral fruits of the tree of knowledge at a cheap price, and yet stored in their brains, the sacred fruit seemed to get worse soon! I would speak more boldly, with a silly, prophetic childish voice and a free mouth if

I could have understood the word more scientifically - which is why with wise people! - I was looking for an alliance of scientists, friendly spirits; they all buried my good humor, the secret atmosphere, with their flirtatious, honey-glazed hymns of praise and gallows humor: what could have made me - if my linguistic stuff hadn't

they succeed - so that with groping possibilities I can find eyes like a blind kappa in the land of yellow *****! What was a toy and a weapon for them was an evil in my eyes: “You! Because you don’t have a universal linguistic examination, you can’t listen to grammar lectures that’s why - No one has teamed up with my uncompromising soul!

Sober, prestigious morals should be created, not by doing business with meanness and vulgarity, human dignity will sink, if it does not flicker as an unshakable candlelight in the heart of the Moral trusted!

Because we dared to believe and hope that the flame of the intellect would drive fresh and modern sprouts, - but we had finally seen it with fragmented self-confidence: in the exterminating campaign camp of Roast Conservatives; Inquisition is a gift for innovative spirits!

That changes almost everything! The majority of the word preaching the Truth, and in it the compromise that lurks in the depths of the words! And since it is appropriate to fight for Being, even a toad-weaning baby who demands love-hunger on a daily basis with legitimate selfishness, I weighed the uncertain risk of days as someone who knows what and how to do it - and yet I didn't get past the sure Yesterday!

And even now I have to live: A tempting Tomorrow with a promise of uncertainty will weigh me over! Did I do well and worthily that I didn’t waste the details either? Or should I have paid attention to the more meaningful forms and the ancient secrets of the intellect?

In intertwined chains: Bustling, bongling, intentionally and most importantly - crowded to each other in interest and deliberately repelled by human figures, the eternally dissatisfied instincts of the World. - How almost everything changes! Recently, my half-naked childish self snoozed in bed - and today, everyday, repetitive worries tear the load on my shoulders!

What I used to be: A dreaded fugitive, a frothy prisoner of compulsions — perhaps it will change and take away the bittersweet noises of imperfect tutu — which many have already whipped, and the lesser joys of Existence will be richer with it!

Our brains — as intricately tense, strange machinery, are straining, struggling daily with the Gordian knots of conscience on fine strings — and suddenly the secret of the only final meaning of Life opens up to us as a decipherment: Only then did we not live Fatally, and in vain selfishly, yet adhering to unconditional morals,
as an immortal transcendence: we also slowed down the fragments of the minute, and we brought happiness into our medium, even half-naked.

My non-existent idyll, my dear, please give me a small and humble blast in the valleys of your lap to receive my tired, vulnerable being in the trust of your faithfulness - and I, as an obedient pilgrim to the Heart, give you my bleeding conscience in return!

Spring is only now beginning to break down its bobits - their songs are whistling in their eternal-cheerful voices, sparrows, bullies, and thrushes! A new season change is brewing and preparing again! My dear ears up! If you hear a serenade in guitar voices under the guise of a mystical night,

please don't scream in amazement! Come on, show your elf face and open your window with gentle ease and soft window! The hesitant word of your only poet speaks when you listen: Our being is held tightly and secretly embraced by the Almighty Universe. - Up, up to heaven

until then, fly, my dear fly - never be as discouraged as I am now, even if you have built a palace around you out of your true pearl tears, that you cannot be by my side and with me! Settle down on your balcony, - if you have one - howl and scream just calmly: For the deaf-eared, eating melodies is futile, and it's a pity -

while you feel the Music tingling even in a murderous silence! Stick to Being as a cobweb to be with me - follow the laws of emotion; Common sense as a sure connection now does not matter, full of unspeakable glow and intoxication or my immortal sweetheart! Don't forget wandering

about your knight while guarding and imprisoning the one up there for the time being! A flamethrower welding gun sniffs so much in your heart that it tears apart the pathetic trifles of handcuffs.

I wake up, I wake up, and only in the morning do I regret the nights leaving in silence, the screaming ravens wisely watching the hellishness of owls as they warn of the vulnerability of Existence! And I have to look enviously at how I smile and shine at the rays of the bombarding sunbeam on my face: Even the natural antidote to a hangover! I must be up in the face of a radiant radiance, a bitterly wrinkled World, and in it the compromising Man who proclaimed himself a wise man who knows all things!

And suddenly in my heart the executed despair, the ongoing anger, the instinct itself move: Eternity every day without an immortal sweetheart - and meanwhile even those with cowardly ant-zeal live on the ground with me! - Man always asks for things, favors, and obligations: he deserves more, and yet less than he deserves.

your own morals are worth it! Man, as a free prey projected on a truly humiliated Adam costume, is forced to face death, gnashing his teeth. The defeated thread of its existence can soon be cut off by the molecular organism of mortal biologies! - Thinking through connections perpetuates everyone - and we don't know the true meaning: Whether they were determined in our case by superior "powers, executioners"

"And as dying grains of dust, they become one with the tears that wounded our face, which was destroyed in mourning!" - The nothing that is permanently destroyed, isn't it approaching ?! "You are cracking yawning bones there, that there used to be an eternal bang!"

In my happy Marsyas youth - since I am not much more hairless now, Love existed only as mutual fear and dread! Selfish love was Judas kiss Nothing else! The secret rupture lurked in his mouths, and in the moments he offered, the tongue remained silent so that he could mow down his relentless theses! The Eye blew tears, and the fear of the house rooted in our feet,

that in a fraction of a minute we became traitors to the sure Universe - and we didn't regret it, because it was good: We did the first ****** then! The silence whispered secrets over our heads: Our punishment is returned as stigma wounds by the eternity of our day! And where the wooden bridges of the heart were scorched by the compromising betrayal, there were vultures ranching! And because fragile existence has now begun to destroy the remaining stumps of the heart - all stateless

rehearsal: Momentary immortality ended sooner with the Act; We let ourselves be defeated: We cannot control our human brains, our complex and upset emotions. And that Mercy and grace are truly Human-hearted? Doubt and hopelessness endlessly carry out Prometheus' distrusts: There is no and cannot be a sure point in Life - one cannot know the laws of invisible decisions. It only vegetates with its life among those who exist meaningfully!

- In the end, we get out, - this time surely from Existence, that we did not dare in the eyes of the cathedral instead of the truth of our words; Whine confessions: Your lack is chasing suicide for sure, with stubborn stupidity about how much I love you! - I finally stayed what I was:

 Eighty-five percent of his body is a hairy-bodied forest dweller, to whom Being has immortally given a single nymph look, and who, because he had a slightly unfavorable physique, could only message in poems instead of the War of Kisses!

Based on our timing, I don’t remember if it was possible to change things: Perhaps hard-won, blind-biased prejudices, cheap morals eroded the poetics of honest student faces: Ignorance is also affordable with knowledge! - perhaps a line of wise prophets hid and surrounded themselves, and the Truth could only listen in their hearts! And as a decipherable secret figure is a eloquent hieroglyph: Hopeless tangles and tears stretched out on people's faces.

that the myriad of literature, studies and books could all be futile tests of the ladder's knowledge! Maybe everyone was just waiting for the other, asking to have a confidential advocate, a beautiful testimony that they could still have the sure, happy “Few”. He was himself among the great colloquium and the rift

the unbreakable standstill: the voice of the prophets was heard by the Spirit at the time — yet elsewhere it could have been just the Essence — the Judgment has thickened into a judgment: Your voice, your physique tub, must go, so can you! The dynamic, overstretched air has made everyone nervously upset, ruined!

He saw and knew obligatory teaching materials in the crossfire of common sense and interrupted, inquisitional gazes, a torn redemptive moment. - And although we always cheered two steps ahead of Chess and Matt to be different - Our fate was still common, like the sword of Damocles (petty) hovering over our heads in a duel that could easily be sacrificed over our heads. I was a silent flint in combat and passive resistance,

and I may have been the sharpening dolomite of sabers. "From now on, the world lived from this, the barriers of common sense fell apart outside us," there was no repayable, retaliatory punishment, and punishment! At our feet, the trampled, ruined Beautiful Hopes were dying: None of us said, only the Silent, that the possible Tomorrow would dawn, according to our time.