I, who loved to please the ladies with complimenting masses of poems and to please the ladies: To increase the heartbeat pumping more and more, to smuggle out the eyes soaked with pearls silently, to hand out the real truth with a handkerchief - I was acne, , polite hand kisses as royal majesties come out!

And it went without saying that they were thrown away sooner and thrown in the trash as a custom of barely used clothes! I was a foolish, hamster-like ***** infected with a non-liberating but hopeless romance, if I had explored the eternal, never-ending secrets of my sweetheart's heart with the ancient sins of passionate obsession!

And I became an idyllic arrogance, a purple pregnant woman with beautiful hope, Kilimadjaro, a pulsating, shameful pimple, which in itself postponed the possible outbreak! Taking care of my life, I put it together I imagined. And the healthy, eternal plans of my mortality are sometimes ugly mocked by the tiny molecules of detail, the incomprehensible or incomprehensible intentional whole!

A confession of love, edited into stanza, is going on today: Both are integral parts of mortal passing! Yet how many wasted, expensive preparations, wording, kneeling sacrifices like dumplings of humility in the throat, and the trembling of trembling, operated knees, had to be added to fall to the surface of the simple fact, to actually show up: while gently nurturing and binding the bleeding wounded heart: A sensual, purple flame flirting with the immortal Universe

The fertile Silence can hardly be shrouded inside! Silent Cosmos-Space is the once soul-seeing eye; a body-left, winged bird that can’t learn to fly again! Stone is captured by breaking hyenas and crushing moral nobility! Escaping from myself, the rattling wave of the Spirit can hardly be heard!
 
A squeak of light projected on rocks only increases its shadow in the dark - it doesn’t warm! A skeleton turned upside down from skin and flesh remains if he reveals and lets go of all secrets: he received a final defense as a gift from this cipher-comedian Fate when the gates of the immortal Universe open! For even if the Spirit left on his face is undressed, he thinks he will be wounded! The Trench of Being is gradually filled with wells of sorrow!
 
Tuning has been going on in me for thirty years and I still couldn't start my continuous life! A lone ark has already ruined our skulls; the sad tears are raging, its pearls are rippling! The jungle hairs of my hiding body are filled with lies lying from the slammed sermon! There is a secret disease in our permeable organs; with the invisible legs kick the Live! "Butterfly's dream sleeps under piles of blankets, flying immortally from one flower to another!"
Being, if you don't take care of your baby's medium, will be nothing! The awakening child awakens in us consciously and half-naked! "Morality is a sin among light-hearted women!" Who smells sweaty, motherless nights and how else can he survive?!

Leaning against the alley walls of our passing years, the silent silence followed in silence. On the hanging rope of Nirvana between time and space, the body of Adam ourselves looks into the depths of the gaping gaps! On the memorable journeys - where in hand - we go together begging-repenting heart also shivering; afraid to drive home will rarely! In common struggles of being, interdependence carries our own selfish Destiny! It has become a meat-cutting edge, for alamous, squeaky deeds and petty words!
 
Our wakefulness is gradually chewed and ground by the blinded Time! Luxury lives, like open, publicly imprisoned prisons, alternate their lives with seeming prosperities like fragrant lingerie, what more can the future bring them? "As an eternal wandering alien, you should have clung to the Being Sheaths with lasting roots until it's too late!" Choke Being Vacuum always digests its best! Self-beliefs can easily be swept away by the intoxication of the moment! Our committed guilt will continue in the depths of our beating hearts!
 
In a dazzling parade of eyes, we cross in search of our own lives, snarling rays flash on the surface of curved mirrors, snarling clouds! Giant, fornicate fists seem to be elongated, haunting shadows of fear at night: selfish reflections of ourselves! Everyone travels the counted highways of the times alone! - Hesitant attention could still stretch your neck ample; the lonely loneliness of exiled stateless people makes you think and closes around! Amid rapidly spreading shadows, wordless devastation destroys the night of friendship.

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."

Perhaps you have not yet thought about how much it weighs on your chest when you feel how and how the secret of your arbitrary weight changes before an imaginary tribunal. The wandering, opaque mass of yeses attracts you at the same time, but also weighs you down; the conscious saying no would be much more tempting. Because this current gutted, disemboweled Age, in which the individual as a creative individual has largely ceased to exist, is eating away your self-confidence to the core, with a wrinkled smile on a scattered corner of the mouth, because - as is well known - every defeat leads to misery, but never supports its victims.

The lack of the solid Nirvana-nothing would rather sweep away the rustling, melancholy limbs of Existence into nothingness; more than a million octopus claws of futility are grasping at you. Because the unknown, difficult-to-reconcile equations of emotions should be sorted out and solved, the power of calls and friendly gestures attracts even the naive-minded, because it comes from above downwards, the emptiness nicknamed permanent hangs all the way to the depths of the soul's cave.

The worst thing is that it is known: everything and everyone is overtaken from behind by the past, then by memory, until finally there may be no one and nothing left to which one once truly attached. And like a loose stone throw, the course of things falls a little every second like a whirling wedding of petals. - A sickening, nervous battle, a vow is heard: the smoldering-headed arrow of the Universe is questioning itself. As grace, mercy, redemption, it would cut through the harmony-silence in vain, like a double-edged sword that can only manipulate and manipulate with the selfish, greedy will from which it was taken.

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!

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!

Now I have to ponder what is, what can be thrown away, and what else can the prodigal human soul use as feelings again?! If necessary, there should be enough presence of mind, combined with honest, thick truths that ****, to understand the secret apocryphal laws of inner instincts at once; life has handed out ugly lessons, petty slaps in the face, but in large numbers, and man still cannot really understand the driving forces, since they were only roles from which chitin armor fell off, and blood, if necessary. Where is the long-cherished golden mean left, as the antidote to possible attitudes, relationships, and behaviors?!

- Now all kinds of layers are still burning in your soul, like a flickering or glowing stamp, which separates you from friends, even from your selfish-petty relatives, and would then tempt you to sin if it could. Tell me, but honestly, otherwise you have no credibility in the eyes of others.

What have you done so far, while others existed and lived, loved with love?! Numerous amoeba faces swim in the sea of ​​society; they constantly throw their colorless faces towards the germ of assertion, and if necessary manipulate, flatter and bribe, because it is in their interest that their pitiful, vile life continues for a long time, - A secret, rusting padlock has long been locked in our fate.

Who can say what more a human being should do to be happier?!

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!

Missing the kiss that you often deserve! Just "Knock it off, right now about me" - just a swearing in my eyes that I can only be *******, perfect in love, only "shut up", and the other cheap melodies, even though I wouldn't have heard pus -fraters ’caressing anthems, then ******* fists would not have exploded on my face with their striking judgment!

I just disappeared from the World vulnerable, captured my three-hill ridges, and listened to explain what bumpy rocks, eternal green mosses could say in their million-year-old immorality? "Whatever I wanted, the grace of the Heart just didn't come!" And now it's been almost twenty years since I stepped into the realm of palpable pain! I can't be free in my unfolded mood, in my truncated temper, and now the consciousness of companionship has haunted me!

"The minutes were just fine, on tiptoe." The Desert enters four walls, and the sun threatens to scorch the Sahara killer if it becomes summer. I would hurry after unrepeatable eternal minutes: Yes! When even my mother was balanced and happier, today she is just a hard-working, hard-working woman.

Stomach-turning frost crawled into my throat with his injured ice-blade! My sprouting words have long since been lost: There can be and perhaps cannot be, who can be a crying voice in the night! I am gathering an offensive and squeaky silence, my soundtrack stretches like a ready-to-shoot, stretched bow on guard: My eyes are guarding talkative stars, while you are in tears all at once!

A tiny home of a walnut shell that shines in your eyes. Calm in your arms and happily, I would have driven my stray head to sleep - you kept every moment of miracles, magic between your two swan hands like the sparks of the Universe! you dared to dream of immortal fulfillment - while I was held captive by the shackles of cowardice: you could not let me go! You raised your lily head toward me. Your gaze thirsted for goodness, honesty, as the only forgivable

excuse me before lies! The magic of your face, the self-sacrificing will, was beyond everything I could perceive, discover! You became a miserable pain that lingered in yourself, and you asked yourself every day: How long? How many earthly minutes can I tolerate people's envious spit,

swear words to hated wickedness? You were a redemption that extends its angel wings to escape to the only recesses in the world! Even in self-sacrifice, you have always been an encouragement - a healing hope that stars in times of need!

Underneath your feet, the forest of green music, autumn avar, covered in velvet flames, has sprung up! You came and went, the tiny-sweeping worries of existence pushed your fragile shoulders deeper and deeper into a happy pregnancy: Human embers emotions, the romantic charm of kisses, the superstitious music of lips flew around you!

The radiance of heavenly grace has drawn you into your untouchable circles like a magnet! - Where did you go? You live in your tiny garden house, you have now exchanged the compliments of the dreams of our dreams into a feminine virtue, behind which is still your little girly fang! But your indestructible memory is still indelible digesting and fluttering in the labyrinths of my head: And I don't know how you feel or do you feel at all

In my wavering, active forehead, I now struggle with grunts; I cultivate a culture of willful, unshakable faith, while the fearful world outside would be crushed by my winged voices. The secret acne of the elements can be heard all the way to the soul's visceral depth. In the superstitious moments of the Universe, only we can be vigilant enough to save ourselves from the hell that is present.

The secret ascetic-arbitrary teaches selfishness. It is the camouflage, forced creation, work to get the most out of it and by all means. My being is dipped in the mirrors of my wounded soul, which both reverse the true sincerity of their faces. The paralyzed, hibernating-evil words burn and curse at the same time - pushing me into the depths of my defenses every day. It is necessary for me to get to know myself better if I want to move forward.

The dream, desperate for fear, always disrupts my attempts after my deep-fried failures. In my heart fluttering like a purple chalice, delirious anger and melancholy, vengeful resistance is deliberately ignited: in every case, unusual, insidious eyelash fluttering reveals that the lady's eyes are fooled. With a clenched soul, I am still vulnerable in the Infinite Time.

And I still hope that my vulnerable heart is thrown to someone on the last day. "Immersed in a squeezed, slippery silence that sticks to me as a balm in a metaphysical, resilient state, I must surely find the redemptive glances of virgins who cherish secrets and loves!"

You used to be a fairy in a white apron: charming and strong - you extended your arms of hope over the sufferers and victims, and you flew barefoot even in cold crypt shops: on the cornerstones of patinated universities! Oh, my angel! You remember? Your tiny soul trembled like a lily petal swallowed by a thorn, and your ever-increasing and faster pace hammered your immortal heart pounding

a chirping, caressing word, “Honey! Honey!" "During the day, the consuming fire flared in your eyes, and when the dream drifted on your blessed head to promote your harmony," you stretched out your graceful, reed-slender limbs like a cat when it rubs and purrs to win your wish!

Your laughter was an ambrotic universe to me. You have faithfully and faithfully restrained your uncontrolled Pegasus, and you have sat on the ******* - the majestic Artemis body of Amazon. I listened to the delicate eroticism of your lips as you sweetened your melancholy mood with chocolates as a modest request, and maybe you couldn't and didn't know

you may have guessed that I had long ago set your heart on the marble wall of my heart, and my feelings for you were shattered. “You used to be a fairy in a white apron — and now the fulfillment of love is conceived in your body; armies of tiny toddler legs greet you when you get home: you are still gentle and strong and you protect others, you are afraid to defend!

Think about it: I did not mean my complimenting words to destructive forgetfulness, but that your mischievous mischief may not be lost forever: once you wake up and visit, your emotional hermit will greet you with the death of humility, and if you fall asleep: Angels keep your dread dreaded!

Killing silence, incomprehensible suffocation, dense crowds! He puts his mind to the ground, hopefully Estonian, the sluggish gang. - Eyes: Like empty craters, they yawn, offering melancholy answers. They can show less the lights of gassed, ragged roads and common sense in the brain, they can only indicate Heureka's solutions less often!

The heart is just a pointlessly pounding pump going up and down! The tamed boredom also yawns. He opens his horrible, abandoned mouth, and spikes injure my soul with bouncing whips! Somewhere even into the night, a shoreless squirming one-voice screamed. The dried tree leaves hissed under my feet. Yet they would wish for the ordinary miracle that had won a heartbreak in their hearts: A glow of glass as a stranded, shoreless sacrifice to save us from the filth of cheap, earthly hell!

The hall thrones of classrooms have been touched by my feet, almost always! The final last word of those sentenced to death could not have been mine either! The heart was always expanding, deepening and widening into a melted crater cavity, then the intellect saw there all the vile opposites that were still tense in the souls of the people!

I carried with me the alienation of outsiders - because it was the Order: Who defended the unappealable and personalized truth of Damocles over it. We fell into a Kharübdisz trap where snarling monsters tore our university flesh, our armored humanity, every day.

What years are coming to us? What kind of person - planned deeds, actions? We hang our standing on the burnt-out altars of our affairs, and in the way of traitorous subjects we betray our still humane, revived Morals. At the gates of our souls, the eternal lanterns of conscience continue to rumble - they demand rights and privileges: Between prejudices and stereotypes

we close our friends and acquaintances: A recognizable personality that could have been loved and respected precisely because it is Vulnerable! - Here, even interest is charged to the innocent - our clinging, irresponsible and irresponsible everyday lives damage our positions, to fulfill our abilities: To unknown human heads,

we are humiliated into skeletal skulls - if we wolf-eyed in the loneliness of mirrors in our bathroom! There will still be plenty of gambling games! You can only wander hesitantly and uncertainly on stumbling stalks - you can't do anything else: People are afraid to live, to live with content for happiness to be fulfilled

he prepared himself as a whole, because their hearts had burned out too many times, he had been set on fire and disappointed - and he who cherished dreadful dreams himself sooner or later became disillusioned: his utopia could be fed, he could be bribed foolishly! - Bitter rust-chain wrinkles on the outside digest, while the flame of self-knowledge burns with forgiving grace inside: It is now poisoning itself, even polluting itself.

what more years will it take to multiply, to crumble again that Man; most valuable, forgivable speck of faith believe: You can do it! - although the World responds with barrier raises, downsizing? - Are you considering suicidal thoughts of your nervous explosions?

Will that make it better? You permanently disconnect yourself from the infinite cycle - it does not cease
the immortal world burning of your loved ones has tempted you several times in your days

Because you fall, you fall, and even if you want the sure impossible - you can't cling to it: Swan hands, no grace-sharing gazes, no voluntarily offered, helpful intentions! You are demonstrably trembling and shaking like a castle on a weak pedestal: Your destiny depends on a thin hair, over the Kharübdis gorge, while balancing your options with an untalented rope dance!

See! Your destiny is on the immortality of fallen people and they fall - do they recognize the necessary will, or are they left free to fall for a while? You are already experiencing the depth on your own skin, while the Disappointment of Nothing threatens to mediate! - And it would be good to find a shelter among the embracing arms, so that you believe yourself:

You can't be alone! - Your heart responds to your fears with the ringing bells of desperate supplications. You would try to extinguish the flames of your doubt with your wooden stick confidence! The end-length of everyday life has no soul-killing eternity, as both praised and stigmatized

with your ******, lower need for life, you are still tolerating, while in the place of your conscience, a timer counts more and more resolutely, killer-vehemently! As a denied prodigal, downtrodden angel, you go mad on the culverts of streets: you can't decide — you don't even know the answers to the risks you consider: Should I cross the puddles of puddles or fall straight into the middle of bribery? -

The ever-restless intention of your blood drops into your ear more and more pulsatingly. And the unbelieving grievance roars in the midst of the judge: Why do we have to choose the whirlwind of the depths, even if the unarmed embraces, embraces him as a mercy of compassion ?!

It cannot be enough, never enough, to have a satisfied Consciousness to assume its meaning and purpose with a reserved head and an outstretched back. The work done, the harmony gained - I say - if you don’t pay attention, it will soon collapse! As long as the body is ready to absorb the foaming sources of oxygen bubbles: We have lived on unattainable possibilities: Therefore, in its meaninglessness and futility, conscious struggle will be mortal, and the idyll: Responsibility. You are an integral part of the world, if you want to, if not! The screams of trampling and rude snoring are every day: Frothing devours all human selflessness, relieving humanity, the statistical war for overtime!

Your heart also trembles daily. he drowns infected in a sense of lack, yet he proclaims, “Pumped forward! Well, old man! Feel free! " - tomorrow in robot hell is close to the rewarded Goal, and the premium, but like all promises can only be pure, unadulterated True, if not bribed word! And it is futile to torment common sense in vain, - saying: Full harmony even!

Everyone is addicted to just everyday life. The given company drains the thoughts, the energies that have remained and are now in reserve! That’s why a tired mother already sighs peacefully in chunky dreams, in the depths of captive armchairs - even though it’s only seven in the evening! - And while the proud instinct of subsistence is on fire: Even on the heels of days, it is necessary to stack and do more!

The big opponent stays that way. there is a lack of money for skinny hunger wages! Fearfully, you will feel it yourself - the greatest deception that can ever befall is the Promise: what you know; It is never fulfilled! And he doesn't ask: Why ?! - Momentary happiness is what we can strive for with day-to-day predictability

As a bat swarm, with a final, coughing cough, human empathy will disappear from this vicious world. Because a strong enemy always and lawfully suppresses the weak. Cracking, apocalyptic sorrows dissolve and bind: they put secret roots where they are not needed, because self-confidence would be the master.

The primordial certainty of our dull, brain-washed senses is sweet. There is always a broken wing whispering in the brazen obsession of the word-karate left behind words. We'll put up with curdled wounds dotted with bullet coats to rush the secret of human morality, the presence of a moral soul - the common thing: We are human and not wild!

Bulls wounded in the midnight lights dance with a steaming, alcohol-bold, and will not be able to think clearly about their inviting instincts of rampage: "Are they going to be completely out of themselves?" - Our dreaded consciousness is drawing everything sharp. The secret duel camp of early cryers and late switchers is increasingly pushing its boundaries.

Idiots trapped in militant blocks, profitable profit-seekers preaching to fatty public goods, but preaching primarily for themselves; who rolls up his rolled glass beads for the cudar-obsessed future ?! The historical mare of the brainwashed collective has long since burst.
A deliberate backdrop was led by a large congregation of puppeteers. There are also conceptual troubles for unsupervised individuals who simply build something for themselves on a conscious mind.

Through the stomping lady's gibberish, she's fondled as a celebratory cockade by the torn, ***** **-nikhai.
Latino James Bond look-alikes and Fame Fatales have their grip on their fame. In the cheap places of our hearts, the black-star prison has long since been pierced by the crying word!

Nowadays, people sweat a lot because of guilt, manipulation, hypocritical guilt. It is certainly difficult, because in the true shell-consciousness of solitude, even their own selfish silences can trickle down. They would rather voluntarily close in on themselves, just don't let them be noticed by chance. They can never see the secret scale, they always judge only themselves, It is known: it is necessary to swim without a flutter from the ground of Reality towards something completely uncertain...

Because promises made to the extreme, well-sounding truths often snap suddenly like stretched string-nerves; even hearts that dictate true sincerity sooner or later compromise, because they long for true feelings of the Universe. The sly fox toll collectors of doom - perhaps - can arrive a little earlier in every age. - Despite the attractive villas with swimming pools on the beach, lives drowned in futile luxuries easily turn even the self-admirers into amok. Is it that the expectation pretended to be necessary is deliberately thrown out of life in every case?!

Many people do not want the stigma wound carved by Being, but they are forced to bear it out of necessity; the greedy hunters are still out there, sniffing for whistles, gathered in packs. The immeasurable amount of underworldly tow of cynicism covers almost everyone and has even haunted them several times during the day. They smile more and more willingly, more cynically, even when the eternal whys of truly meaningful answers and questions have long ceased.

A digital microchip is embedded in the poles of the skin, when all the previous good-sounding encouragements suddenly weigh on the heart as if they were forced, saying: "Something will happen!" No and Never will succeed!

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!

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.

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.

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…

If the fear of despair, the depth of self-pity infection, thrusts you into a vortex - there you will ask for silence and have you ever been silent? Your poisoned pain will increase your selfishness to the selfishness of the disappointed sinking of your Prometheus ruins in your daytime, if you pay close attention to dog loyalty, it may disappear forever - and here again, your grimy, clogged cry for your nonexistent coffin!

The only personality that you can be yourself, and all you know, is sheer treasure treasure treasure dumps every day instead of just profitable kitchen pigs instead of you - like an inexhaustible like an impregnable Mont Blanc - a prison of your own self: to admit,

this is how you protect your seeming independence - even though you depend on the best-called wolves for your neighbors, the swap-cheap János camp, the Ness-nothing-grab-well-loggers who stand on a traffic light with a bumblebee hesitation, while the apocalypse in the chaos behind them drowns in traffic!

Your self-conscience, illuminated by solid halo light, can only speak if you surrender yourself, part of your petty, lowly sins! - You can do no more than the truth than is absolutely necessary - you are not judged by the heartbeat of the heated desire, and in vain you desire it, and you inevitably sigh ever more complete harmony, without dubious ringing dissonance, cheap and small-style sidebars watching, secretly researching, and flirting shyly if need be

- the extortion will devour the Existence! If you push your self-pity into the abyss of all-consuming suicide, you will be thrown into a vortex, giving you a single answer as an excuse for yourself: Listen very well! "Be undetected, yet consciously present, for you are never alone!"

On the winding serpent rolls of the streets between yellow and faded faces, I might know you if I want to: My selfishness and attachment keeps me alive for the time being! Where did you leave your beautiful flower-smile? And the degraded standards of villages stretching in the fertile lap of valleys? - the romantic moment of unification on the crested ledge of wind-torn rocks, in which the purple-roses of our lips fill the essence of immortality? "Now how much would I ask you;" here nestled in the eloquent silence of mountains, amidst yawning omissions, self-mutilating tears!

Behind me, the wounded twilight had just exploded. I stood more and more half-heartedly, and aimlessly, because I was shocked at the sober disappointment at the sight of your Judas kisses that you handed out at noon! How jealous would I have been? Come on! When the vulnerable need was pressing and I would have needed someone to whom I could speak, and because between the spit on the eyes, no one could really know and present only you!

"You will realize it once again when I stand before you, and you have to decide with your conscience: How to proceed?" Can coexistence still conceive? I can't answer! At most I can only feel for you, the fundamental right of a responsible decision belonged to you! "And now I'm thinking in a self-righteous way as a series of grumbles: What if you had humility in front of your feet?"

I would bow to the Essence: Irreversible, and unquestionable; What was so perfect about your other Knight in Adonis that in the depressing kiss-fire flame you completely melted and gave up your common sense ?! "Perhaps if you become a parent once and then you will understand," the broken, broken heart beats differently, it feels - the attachment of immortal Faith is never a trite flame, a foggy sanctification

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!

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

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!

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?"

Days spent with senseless nonsense, a series of moistened, immortal tears that slowly captured the face and its expanding remnants! If we are deceived in the immortal moments of the Universe, what: a dream-like vibration of an eternal kiss, gaze, lashes may have appeared, we have already buried ourselves: Our self-pity, our lust! "We flew away like weak-grained dust in the wind."

we could not see the intentions of our real emotions trapped, for we could not fly, and as a result we long ago crashed. We had to crumble the germs of our personality in the shoreless time! I watched enviously for a long time if you couldn’t be next to me with the fulfilling, immortal harmonies of hearts on exotic, coastal islands, and all the more awful it was pure,

to awaken to the Real with common sense: if I woke up the next day without you. to covet the trite secret of decline at such a young and young age, to deal with the emotions of others as a disposable cloth, and to live on life in hibernation and abandonment altogether — tangled in the dog-grip of anxiety.

There is a cure for the conscious pity that moves hearts, and perhaps there can still be, if the sea scatters pearls during the day, and the secrets of the sand would be guarded by the only s True secret of the footprints destined for the Universe: Love! -

and finally, like so much of everything, we put it in a bottle between the captivity of mortal beings! "No one can rise permanently to himself unless he finds a pair of faulty opposites!"

Out of bed, pounded, humiliated to wake up to the Real: The Sustainable Universe is now suddenly shattered to pieces, as we once caressed: flirtatious winking eyes of eyeballs, an orphaned tuft of hair, or a confession of love that has now been finally sacrificed!

- There are no gloomy days not to ponder: I protected a vulnerable lily thread from selfless, and in the end I got the fate of disposable, recyclable rags, myself! Konok's stubborn oppositions are my law and my right to warn that there must be and be a more beautiful and better existence among the signs of tolerance!

- Today, all dreams have been shattered: Nervous vapors, breaking diamond tears are still fighting, fighting, on my face, the chubby hamster's tail is still there!

- Only one can be happy now, for whom the fragile happiness found with confidence and longing for karakan, that he did not seek it, he only listened to his heart! It would have been better, then, to confess at that tangible and immortal moment, to say that two

so we just laughed at each other. That it was worth cherishing the palaces of the wounded tears forever, devoting handkerchiefs to each other! - But that's fine, and now it is impossible to change and shape it in the finished event: My cowardice and tutyimutyi half-heartedness is accompanied by the irony of self-pity,

A shining planetary continent and a true pearl star stood in front of me in pairs and I only dared to prove the wonders of my burning emotions on paper.

A secret symbol of love or a sacrifice meant for fertility - getting fluffy, thirsting for cool cooling springs. Time is stubbornly dying. And even the loss of petals proclaiming fragility, the proud hope of dawn, scatter its rays more and more humiliatedly, erroneously!

His spiky, unbreakable stem now closes like the sighs of convicts at the last word, his opening, majestic chalice resembling just a shrunken mother! In a room where he had bathed in halo all day, he had enthroned on his sublime lofty throne, someone had placed fresh water in the crystal tube of his vase,

delayed to lasting minutes for the remainder of mortality! I couldn’t take it off the table, its prickly crown secretly prevented our garbage from being a broad-rumened prey: Its existence, already for mere fragments if enough. Fatal transience, like a whimpering culprit, thoughtfully and slowly stripped her dying petals naked! "I examined him, lying on his face in front of me, naked,"

broken, kind, with a princely head like a cursed princess who clung to a secret, and now her moral strain offends her to go among men! In the place of my perforated love, I also examine the swan-touch of fingerprints: Were only we conscious, proud fools that it was common to believe

we deceived ourselves with our will, did we lie? The weather is getting more and more unpleasant: grungy and foggy - and while I turn off my lamp, while with lost faith I still hope that you will look at me with your star-eyes from above.

When a proud night of star-studded panther-like hibernation, waking a comic patient on my nicely cast bed, like a whispering cry of daylight over my head. As a lunatic attacking lunatic beast, I am struck by the fierce vulture fear. Under my bones in the basket of my ribs, my weak heart continues to writhe, the hunter's night wounds.

My nightmare captures my tears in captivity. Oh, what a fateful battle you have, dear human soul! I would run into caressing mother's lap. Blessed be my dear twirling, my bald curls, - but the night's karma is dumb, murderous; as a wounded knife wounds ...

The dusky liquid stream of lunar lobes stops me like spikes of sparks. Chopped up, even human wrecks, the broken life of mass despair. Whispers, an innocent little boy whines in me. A distant, romantic memory can only be hard to understand by my crooked, rotating mind.

I'll throw away my pain-drenched agony once. Let's go and leave me forever! - As the night passed, the delicate golden rays of dawn dawn, like a redeeming Angel's hand, re-emerged from the beating heart ...

It is smarter these days than an instigator - one sets a symbolic candle flame and attracts quite close, silently dark, and one must - because the Pandra hope always holds his senses, looking at the frozen, diamond continents: Tiny planets, what they preserve memories with their halo blast! - I would not have expected that easily recklessly irresponsible self-care betrayal violated kisses

sacred sacrifices, loyalty to love! With my tearful childish naivety, don’t let anyone fool me, play! Did the World want a worthy opponent against me? Or out of necessary cowardice, I made a mistake: I considered the possibilities of unnecessary risks, flirtatious flirting times!

But is it easier to lose a spiraled game if I told it with obsession and false illusion Fate, wrong decision? Why am I happy? And at the same time, why does a bite of being make sense when I hear his angel voice over the phone or via email? If I were to show off the anti-floats of my Adam costume with a hanger, it wouldn’t be much easier either!

Yet once, with the sincere weight of my words, I found refuge on the shoulder-shoulder of the universe-flame. And with his heart he proclaimed happiness as the object of not petty bargaining, and as a will to be won forever, common beliefs! Our chances of starting again - if any - have deteriorated significantly!

With our bounced happiness, we deceive ourselves, we lie more and more - who hid us with his secrets in his heartbeat, is he also a Stranger? The river Léthe cannot be enough for a complete brainwashing: The details and contours of the face are getting sharper! What couldn't have happened: One day maybe if you think it's good we could approve…

And as if we were carrying the shackles of eternity as a shoulder-pulling responsibility, my uncertain vision is crumbling:


There are no answers to my unconscious questions - a wedge of thoughts for my vulnerable brain: A shelter solution!

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