3d
How Many Fools?
How many fools must fall to end
This war, this endless, ****** trend?
So many more — for Russia’s reached
The depths, where all the souls are breached.
---------------------
The Pendulum
The pendulum is broken now —
The rhythm fades, no steady flow.
Maybe I’ve just run dry somehow —
A hack, a scribbler — don't you know?
---------------------
Substitute Line
A hollow verse, a foolish rhyme —
Come on, you clown, it’s your time!
Go ahead, oppress the weak,
Make your mockery complete.
---------------------
The Poet’s Futility
The poet's work — a fruitless fight,
In fear and madness, lost in spite,
Of lies, of greed, of all we’ve lost —
A world consumed, no matter cost.
---------------------
The First Rainy Season in Moldova
Rainy season —
A subtropical place...
Pour it down,
Let chaos fill the space.
---------------------
Kaleidoscope
A little is enough for thought —
A kaleidoscope of books, of plot.
But oft it serves to pull away —
It fills the heart with empty sway.
---------------------
Social Realism — A Crude Shift
A super-concentration of mind,
Not for fascist-communist drift,
But to drag the "minds" to the grind.
---------------------
Hear! I Crave Wonders and Spectacles
Bored to rot in cracks and holes,
It's rashism that takes its toll —
A wonder of madness, dull and cold.
---------------------
The Writer’s Absurdity
In the madhouse of deceit,
Publishers reign, with endless feet,
Of sheepish novels scattered wide,
Where truth and sense are cast aside.
---------------------
"The law is harsh, but just indeed"
It traps the fools, and makes them bleed.
For clever, sly, and cunning fish —
This is the world's inevitable wish.
---------------------
"Once Upon a Time," or What They'll Remember About Us...
"We lived," but never were —
To Hell we sailed, in lies a blur.
Conquered fears that drowned the light —
Worse than death, these endless nights...
---------------------
It Doesn't Matter How Many Foes
For paper tigers, fierce they show,
But in this world of fools and lies,
Their roar is hollow, their strength dies.
---------------------
The Futility of Effort
The fruitlessness of all we try,
To pass through lies that twist and vie,
In tortures built of deceit and pain,
We struggle on, but all in vain.
---------------------
"Inflexibility" in Personal Ties
And patience with the rules of Night —
Blind to all the ****** lies,
The nature of a goat "in flight".
---------------------
"You boast of a pure past, you swine?
Once a ******, now a ***** in line..."
Politicians always stand apart,
But they're tainted from the very start,
With dirt and lies they’ve carried long —
A mark of filth, a tale of wrong.
---------------------
Foolish, Futile Hopes
“Hope is the dream of the waking.”
— Plato
Dream breaks through the fog of Lies,
That people proudly call their "mind."
It’s hard to shout a clear "deny!"
When truth is something none can find.
Dream, Lie, and Madness — hand in hand —
Have wrapped the world in shadow’s dome.
And if you're Tender, you must stand
Alone — serve Soul, not Mind — and roam.
---------------------
Doom
Doom’s drawing near — no way to stall.
The crowd still stumbles through the Night.
Just few attempt, if so at all,
To keep their sanity in sight.
The mind is under fierce attack —
This age, the final, seals our fate:
Fear, filth and lies — a rising stack —
And man dissolves beneath their weight.
A puppet takes the human’s place —
CowID made that crystal-clear.
"Great changes" wait for every face:
Shame masked as kindness, pride as fear.
In rabid haste, the beasts parade —
They crave to strike before the Flame
Consumes this world, so wrongly made,
In Fascism’s all-consuming name.
---------------------
Lawless by Design
"Who told you that there are laws to which our behavior must conform?"
— Arthur Schopenhauer
The BEASTS are drafting laws again,
The masses nod, applaud, comply.
They’re chains disguised as rules for men —
Decay is what they justify.
Obeying BEASTS — the only creed
That now defines what life should be.
But is it life, this sham, this screed,
Where thought is tossed in lunacy?
Their minds are loops of prefab clips,
No spark, no soul, no conscious thread —
Thus drunks and psychos, full eclipse,
Become the norm, just as they’re bred.
That’s what the BEASTS have always sought —
A world of rats in legal snare,
Where laws mean: "Crawl!", and truth is naught,
And lying’s breathed like common air.
---------------------
Creation
Boredom’s ***** won’t ever find you
If your craft and fire bind you
In this world of rot and madness.
Else you’ll drown in lies and sadness.
Lies are rampant, wild, insane.
But if art is clear and plain,
It can clear the mind and senses —
Laziness just dulls defenses.
Strain is needed — real, not hollow,
When your questions you must follow.
There’s no other way — delusion
Rules the world in full profusion.
Earth is racing to the brink,
Not much time is left to think.
Make your mark — ignore the glory,
Even if no reads your story.
They won’t notice, they won’t care —
But so what? It’s in the air.
That cliff is near. The end is tight.
Create — while you still have the right.
---------------------
Mock-Haiku
A slug crawls slowly to the height...
Yeah right — that slug won’t make it far.
It’ll find a "reason," sure —
The slimy herd knows why they are.
Don’t be a slug — forget the mold!
Don't creep — just fly, ignore the rules!
The slime will call your flight too bold.
Don't trust the slick — fly past the fools!
---------------------
Instant Nonlocal Ties
There are ties beyond all measure —
Instant, distant — Nature’s thread.
But the ****, in blind displeasure,
Chop what never should be shred.
They defile what is united,
Chasing joy in soulless ways.
With wild howls, the press, excited,
Drives them straight into the blaze.
Yet the End comes — fast, revealing,
Truth breaks through the howls of lies.
Few stay honest — more appealing
To the world where spirit flies.
And the rest? To Hell they’re driven,
Not the old one, dressed in myths —
But a fresh one, newly given
For the fools with hollow "ifs."
---------------------
The Dignified Frog
A frog leapt in a *** — quite grand —
With water cold (at least for now).
She sought out joy, a promised land —
But got the madhouse life allows.
They boil her slow, with lies and steam,
Just turning up the heat each day.
She hopped in proud — lost in a dream,
Till truth — and reason — slipped away.
---------------------
The "Straight Path"
When brains are rare, the crowd s in luck
A path is pitched, so bold and bright.
The fools line up to join the ****,
Its end is called pure dread and fright.
But through the Fog of Lies they march,
In tidy rows, with cheerful face.
And when they reach that final arch
They re fed more nonsense, just in case.
They'll call the horror a "mistake"
And sell a new "straight path" once more.
The lie gets tweaks for lying s sake
It works on minds with broken core.
---------------------
The Straight Path
When minds are scarce — a common trait —
They offer up a "straight" way through.
And fools line up — they take the bait,
Not seeing where that road will skew.
The end is wrapped in Fog and Fiction —
They march ahead in tidy rows.
And once they reach the grim affliction,
They toss in fresh confusing shows.
They’ll call the horror "just a glitch"
And chart the "straight path" out once more.
The lies don’t change — not even switch —
But fools still flock, their minds unsure.
---------------------
Negative Selection
Selection now goes in reverse —
A law that Darwin never knew.
The liar thrives, the thief does worse —
He climbs, while noble men are few.
The wise, the just — they're cast below,
Their strength of spirit left to rot.
No chance to let that power grow —
The **** selects a lesser lot.
A newer breed is rising fast —
Of servile souls, with vacant eyes.
They dress up lies in modern masks,
Call chains "free choice," and truth — "disguise."
The final shame — a bright facade
Of "freedom" in a wired disguise.
This path's a sentence, cold and odd —
And once it grips, no one will rise.
---------------------
The Horror of Swinish Ways
Torments of passion?
Reject the obsession!
All’s twisted and hollow —
No truth left to follow.
Your Spirit’s a rover —
No home to take over.
So seek in that fire
A higher desire.
Let Mind serve the Soul —
One self, whole and whole.
That’s oneness — the key.
All else is swinery.
---------------------
Executioners of Mind
"Steal the Volga — send it West!"
That earned ten years without protest.
The nation’s best were crushed and maimed,
While mass delusion was proclaimed.
And now — the same. Just change the dress:
CowID made it clear — no less.
The ghouls remain, their aims aligned:
For centuries — a war on Mind.
---------------------
April First
A day for all the Earth,
Where nonsense fills the air,
And like a blight of mirth,
Man falls in dark despair.
Transformed by foolish schemes,
To slaves, they’re made to bend.
And all are caught in dreams,
Where devils find their end.
--- Total 28 poems. ---
How many fools must fall to end
This war, this endless, ****** trend?
So many more — for Russia’s reached
The depths, where all the souls are breached.
---------------------
The Pendulum
The pendulum is broken now —
The rhythm fades, no steady flow.
Maybe I’ve just run dry somehow —
A hack, a scribbler — don't you know?
---------------------
Substitute Line
A hollow verse, a foolish rhyme —
Come on, you clown, it’s your time!
Go ahead, oppress the weak,
Make your mockery complete.
---------------------
The Poet’s Futility
The poet's work — a fruitless fight,
In fear and madness, lost in spite,
Of lies, of greed, of all we’ve lost —
A world consumed, no matter cost.
---------------------
The First Rainy Season in Moldova
Rainy season —
A subtropical place...
Pour it down,
Let chaos fill the space.
---------------------
Kaleidoscope
A little is enough for thought —
A kaleidoscope of books, of plot.
But oft it serves to pull away —
It fills the heart with empty sway.
---------------------
Social Realism — A Crude Shift
A super-concentration of mind,
Not for fascist-communist drift,
But to drag the "minds" to the grind.
---------------------
Hear! I Crave Wonders and Spectacles
Bored to rot in cracks and holes,
It's rashism that takes its toll —
A wonder of madness, dull and cold.
---------------------
The Writer’s Absurdity
In the madhouse of deceit,
Publishers reign, with endless feet,
Of sheepish novels scattered wide,
Where truth and sense are cast aside.
---------------------
"The law is harsh, but just indeed"
It traps the fools, and makes them bleed.
For clever, sly, and cunning fish —
This is the world's inevitable wish.
---------------------
"Once Upon a Time," or What They'll Remember About Us...
"We lived," but never were —
To Hell we sailed, in lies a blur.
Conquered fears that drowned the light —
Worse than death, these endless nights...
---------------------
It Doesn't Matter How Many Foes
For paper tigers, fierce they show,
But in this world of fools and lies,
Their roar is hollow, their strength dies.
---------------------
The Futility of Effort
The fruitlessness of all we try,
To pass through lies that twist and vie,
In tortures built of deceit and pain,
We struggle on, but all in vain.
---------------------
"Inflexibility" in Personal Ties
And patience with the rules of Night —
Blind to all the ****** lies,
The nature of a goat "in flight".
---------------------
"You boast of a pure past, you swine?
Once a ******, now a ***** in line..."
Politicians always stand apart,
But they're tainted from the very start,
With dirt and lies they’ve carried long —
A mark of filth, a tale of wrong.
---------------------
Foolish, Futile Hopes
“Hope is the dream of the waking.”
— Plato
Dream breaks through the fog of Lies,
That people proudly call their "mind."
It’s hard to shout a clear "deny!"
When truth is something none can find.
Dream, Lie, and Madness — hand in hand —
Have wrapped the world in shadow’s dome.
And if you're Tender, you must stand
Alone — serve Soul, not Mind — and roam.
---------------------
Doom
Doom’s drawing near — no way to stall.
The crowd still stumbles through the Night.
Just few attempt, if so at all,
To keep their sanity in sight.
The mind is under fierce attack —
This age, the final, seals our fate:
Fear, filth and lies — a rising stack —
And man dissolves beneath their weight.
A puppet takes the human’s place —
CowID made that crystal-clear.
"Great changes" wait for every face:
Shame masked as kindness, pride as fear.
In rabid haste, the beasts parade —
They crave to strike before the Flame
Consumes this world, so wrongly made,
In Fascism’s all-consuming name.
---------------------
Lawless by Design
"Who told you that there are laws to which our behavior must conform?"
— Arthur Schopenhauer
The BEASTS are drafting laws again,
The masses nod, applaud, comply.
They’re chains disguised as rules for men —
Decay is what they justify.
Obeying BEASTS — the only creed
That now defines what life should be.
But is it life, this sham, this screed,
Where thought is tossed in lunacy?
Their minds are loops of prefab clips,
No spark, no soul, no conscious thread —
Thus drunks and psychos, full eclipse,
Become the norm, just as they’re bred.
That’s what the BEASTS have always sought —
A world of rats in legal snare,
Where laws mean: "Crawl!", and truth is naught,
And lying’s breathed like common air.
---------------------
Creation
Boredom’s ***** won’t ever find you
If your craft and fire bind you
In this world of rot and madness.
Else you’ll drown in lies and sadness.
Lies are rampant, wild, insane.
But if art is clear and plain,
It can clear the mind and senses —
Laziness just dulls defenses.
Strain is needed — real, not hollow,
When your questions you must follow.
There’s no other way — delusion
Rules the world in full profusion.
Earth is racing to the brink,
Not much time is left to think.
Make your mark — ignore the glory,
Even if no reads your story.
They won’t notice, they won’t care —
But so what? It’s in the air.
That cliff is near. The end is tight.
Create — while you still have the right.
---------------------
Mock-Haiku
A slug crawls slowly to the height...
Yeah right — that slug won’t make it far.
It’ll find a "reason," sure —
The slimy herd knows why they are.
Don’t be a slug — forget the mold!
Don't creep — just fly, ignore the rules!
The slime will call your flight too bold.
Don't trust the slick — fly past the fools!
---------------------
Instant Nonlocal Ties
There are ties beyond all measure —
Instant, distant — Nature’s thread.
But the ****, in blind displeasure,
Chop what never should be shred.
They defile what is united,
Chasing joy in soulless ways.
With wild howls, the press, excited,
Drives them straight into the blaze.
Yet the End comes — fast, revealing,
Truth breaks through the howls of lies.
Few stay honest — more appealing
To the world where spirit flies.
And the rest? To Hell they’re driven,
Not the old one, dressed in myths —
But a fresh one, newly given
For the fools with hollow "ifs."
---------------------
The Dignified Frog
A frog leapt in a *** — quite grand —
With water cold (at least for now).
She sought out joy, a promised land —
But got the madhouse life allows.
They boil her slow, with lies and steam,
Just turning up the heat each day.
She hopped in proud — lost in a dream,
Till truth — and reason — slipped away.
---------------------
The "Straight Path"
When brains are rare, the crowd s in luck
A path is pitched, so bold and bright.
The fools line up to join the ****,
Its end is called pure dread and fright.
But through the Fog of Lies they march,
In tidy rows, with cheerful face.
And when they reach that final arch
They re fed more nonsense, just in case.
They'll call the horror a "mistake"
And sell a new "straight path" once more.
The lie gets tweaks for lying s sake
It works on minds with broken core.
---------------------
The Straight Path
When minds are scarce — a common trait —
They offer up a "straight" way through.
And fools line up — they take the bait,
Not seeing where that road will skew.
The end is wrapped in Fog and Fiction —
They march ahead in tidy rows.
And once they reach the grim affliction,
They toss in fresh confusing shows.
They’ll call the horror "just a glitch"
And chart the "straight path" out once more.
The lies don’t change — not even switch —
But fools still flock, their minds unsure.
---------------------
Negative Selection
Selection now goes in reverse —
A law that Darwin never knew.
The liar thrives, the thief does worse —
He climbs, while noble men are few.
The wise, the just — they're cast below,
Their strength of spirit left to rot.
No chance to let that power grow —
The **** selects a lesser lot.
A newer breed is rising fast —
Of servile souls, with vacant eyes.
They dress up lies in modern masks,
Call chains "free choice," and truth — "disguise."
The final shame — a bright facade
Of "freedom" in a wired disguise.
This path's a sentence, cold and odd —
And once it grips, no one will rise.
---------------------
The Horror of Swinish Ways
Torments of passion?
Reject the obsession!
All’s twisted and hollow —
No truth left to follow.
Your Spirit’s a rover —
No home to take over.
So seek in that fire
A higher desire.
Let Mind serve the Soul —
One self, whole and whole.
That’s oneness — the key.
All else is swinery.
---------------------
Executioners of Mind
"Steal the Volga — send it West!"
That earned ten years without protest.
The nation’s best were crushed and maimed,
While mass delusion was proclaimed.
And now — the same. Just change the dress:
CowID made it clear — no less.
The ghouls remain, their aims aligned:
For centuries — a war on Mind.
---------------------
April First
A day for all the Earth,
Where nonsense fills the air,
And like a blight of mirth,
Man falls in dark despair.
Transformed by foolish schemes,
To slaves, they’re made to bend.
And all are caught in dreams,
Where devils find their end.
--- Total 28 poems. ---
