Julia kRu

Julia kRu Feb 2012

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streets merge in my eyes -
where am i? what am i?
skies vanish, fall apart -
what am i? who am i?
sitting here, in the road;
in the middle of this lane -
broken, stolen and cross-legged;
songs and tunes - they still remain
the best cure for my pain!

(c)kRu, 15.11.-19.11.2010

Julia kRu Feb 2012

"don't complain of poverty - hear, Egypt?"

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don't complain of poverty -
hear, Egypt?
don't dare talk of poverty -
to me!

have a change of attitude -
hear, Egypt?
change your disposition
towards me!

and towards my sisters
in your cages -
palaces, apartments, houses, huts;
and towards my sisters -
with a bit more freedom -
how you view them
just a
piece of ****.

mutilated wombs of this land's mothers;
mutilated feelings of cowed daughters;
mutilated, young and old,
for eons;
caged, inflated, broken, violated,--

_

don't you dare -
hint of poverty -
to me.

(c)kRu, 09.09.-17.09.2010

Julia kRu Feb 2012

"do you envy your brother, O the Red Sea?"

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do you envy you brother,
O the Red Sea?
do you envy your
that other brother?

of course, you do not;
of course - you do not...
why should you?
it would have been silly...

why is there, then
this feeling of -
mirth?
of -
moody glee?
of -
guilt restrained?
of -
brooding frenzy? -

emanating
from lucid waves

each time they hit me?
each time they
lap up my skin?

this year - it's you,
O the Red Sea;
but [i] wanted -
that other brother.

keep secretly licking my flesh;
ferocious - pump into concrete;
driving full force into stone -

futile.
you're not my lover.

(c)kRu, 06.09.10-17.09.10

Julia kRu Jul 2010

Noises

...and noises, noises -
they are many;
they swarm around the head,
attack;
yes - noises, noises -
the ears are straining,
the sixth sense's straining,
old patterns crack.

old - all - outmoded,
yearning freshness:
behaviours, schemes,
poetic means.
ah - noises! noises!..
in the abyss -
still sitting, fishing;
fishing out - still.

(c)kRu, 06.07.10

Julia kRu Jan 2010

"Cargoes of Thoughts"

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Cargoes of thoughts - yell.
A siren, like a storm, - wails.
Desiring you.

(c)kRu, 08.10.2008

Julia kRu Jan 2010

"Is a DJ - a 'DJ', really?"

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Is a DJ - a "DJ", really?
Do we not operate in tunes?
We joggle with joy them and freely -
To ease our listeners' glooms.

Methinks -
We are ought to be "TJ"s.
For, truly, we pluck the Soul's strings.
And hearts care only for wings -
To fly with vibrations of music
And into their sanity fuse it.

(с)kRu, 11.12.2006 - 18.06.2007

Julia kRu Jan 2010

Some Of Me

Would you like a piece of my mind?
It's got fragments of tellings and snippets of songs,
It's got barbarous fixes of music.
All of those crave some clever perusal.
Would you like a piece of my mind?

Would you like a piece of my soul?
There are passion and tenderness - desperate, begging -
To be healed and to finally flee
Into rivers and lakes and wild seas...
Would you like a piece of my soul?

Would you like a piece of my pain?
It would feel like a cognac injection,
It could be quite a picturesque trip:
Your emotions would tighten their grip
And let go when there's no more objections.
Would you like a piece of my pain?

Would you like to try on some of me?..
Though - it's doubtful you'd like how it feels.

(c)kRu, 12.10.-17.11.2006