Jul 2019
Philosophical poetry
The lonely jazz saxophone of solitude in poetic comic books of memories, with a slight eroticism of romance. All filled with philosophical silence and self-talk.
Almost finished cigarette, it is like a thought going to the logical conclusion of the arguments of philosophical poetry, where you are looking for a way out of prison of reality.
You play poker with the fate of someone luck, and someone pass. It rains from sinful tears; it does not make the city more conscientious, but a little cleaner. The city is in a fog of reflection, red lightning flashes of anger, black clouds of depression and then cold snow of indifference lit by the lifeless light of the curiosity of the gods.
Soon a new dawn of thoughts, a black and white reality of pessimism, where in bright colors of expressive contrasts of oppositions, there is only a faint light of conscience and animal instincts of darkness. Everywhere deep darkness says that the other world is very close and the door is always open there. Everywhere the harsh gray of deep thinking, the melodies of the emptiness of truth periodically resound.
Here everything is gray and only blood is red - the color of eternal guilt. Everything can become colored only from self-suggestion in bright colors of the illusions of optimism. The mind plunges into the darkness of gothic despair, and only the woman you love can pull out. Heart saves scars, but it does not stop, it continues to live for the sake of loved ones, for the sake of curiosity.
In this cold emptiness of the illusions of materialism, only true love warms the soul, but not lust, because after ****** you feel sad notes of loneliness, performed on the piano of sorrow. Lust is the girlfriend of selfishness, who is the six self-deception.
Vivid memories are a consoling prize of eternity, unlike life they are eternal - these are prose scenes of karma cinema.
Scenes comedians of heroes and villains, where you put up an antihero, and your tormentors victims. Here you feel literally every frame of sadism of fate.
Author: Musin Almat Zhumabekovich
The lonely jazz saxophone of solitude in poetic comic books of memories, with a slight eroticism of romance. All filled with philosophical silence and self-talk.
Almost finished cigarette, it is like a thought going to the logical conclusion of the arguments of philosophical poetry, where you are looking for a way out of prison of reality.
You play poker with the fate of someone luck, and someone pass. It rains from sinful tears; it does not make the city more conscientious, but a little cleaner. The city is in a fog of reflection, red lightning flashes of anger, black clouds of depression and then cold snow of indifference lit by the lifeless light of the curiosity of the gods.
Soon a new dawn of thoughts, a black and white reality of pessimism, where in bright colors of expressive contrasts of oppositions, there is only a faint light of conscience and animal instincts of darkness. Everywhere deep darkness says that the other world is very close and the door is always open there. Everywhere the harsh gray of deep thinking, the melodies of the emptiness of truth periodically resound.
Here everything is gray and only blood is red - the color of eternal guilt. Everything can become colored only from self-suggestion in bright colors of the illusions of optimism. The mind plunges into the darkness of gothic despair, and only the woman you love can pull out. Heart saves scars, but it does not stop, it continues to live for the sake of loved ones, for the sake of curiosity.
In this cold emptiness of the illusions of materialism, only true love warms the soul, but not lust, because after ****** you feel sad notes of loneliness, performed on the piano of sorrow. Lust is the girlfriend of selfishness, who is the six self-deception.
Vivid memories are a consoling prize of eternity, unlike life they are eternal - these are prose scenes of karma cinema.
Scenes comedians of heroes and villains, where you put up an antihero, and your tormentors victims. Here you feel literally every frame of sadism of fate.
Author: Musin Almat Zhumabekovich
