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rolanda Dec 2013
your brittle splendour
stashed passion
behind of beautiful iced eyes
your coldness is your hotness
just stranger wouldnt guess that
you care in your heart the hearts of all you loved
no one happy end throughout ****** dramas
you used to live in deluge of feelings
now the ***** is your friend which heal you
in your magnificent solitude
with bunch of drunk memoirs . 
you jeer on this young guy
who fell in love with you, elderly woman
now you cherish your sovereignity
and  no longer wish to be the muse of twisted masters
rolanda Dec 2013
to establish an initiative  
for protection of gentleness?
follow the patterns of what does call joy in buddhism?  
joy is always innocent
I follow your footsteps  
through the dark tunnel  
in the shimmering light
and wonder what a courage  
you bring towards any jeopardy
which hunts you, my queer peer, behind any conner
in this fallocentric world
rolanda Dec 2013
petal of clover's leaf  is
what onto you guess
whether he loves you or not
rolling memory of your being
is forgotten by everyone and wholly nameless
in boredom you slapped the moth
your ****** explains quite something
about complexity of your soul
rolanda Dec 2013
West reality made so
that people forced to consume
whatever material or unmaterial goods
here any protest is legalised
in form of demo
which is necessary surround by police
northeless there are people exist who are illegal
beside of refugees from east lands
there also socalled  insane people
who are locked in closed loony bin
or hunted like amok
untill they really get insane
if you take separately each after other
their fate and observe it precise
you will find there all the evil of
patriarchal repression
what is the consequence of capitalism
patriarchal repression
which is so masterfully comuflaged in west
but since the victims, the renegades live on rand of society
no one ever take their lifes and deaths under lenses
just example:
feminists dont fight for the rights of the debased woman
 in their neigbourhood
but just speculate about arbitrageness in Iran
not ever able to change something in afar lands
they simply ignore evil which happens beside them
every day, every night
there is pseudo-publicity in capitalism
since those who rebel against
become mostly so oppressed
that they never ever get any chance to
speak out loud
and revenge!
While those anarchists and punks
who squats in city and towns
will never give political asylum
to the one who's life circumtances
penetrate to be betrayed by friends
living on the streets and parks
and hunted by psychiatry
during anarchists and punks are not
real activists of underground
but just kind of subculture
which live quite comfortably in capitalism
it just funky to be anarchist or punk
and nobody knows how they will act
in critical situation
I lost my believe on socalled leftists
in fact they are same equal part of society
like bankers or yuppies
with a difference that they
pretend  they still had some ideals!
known to many
believed by the few as
the truth
Accordingly my individual struggle their claim
is nothing as fallacy
whom believe? Whom with resist in action?
Where hides real iconoclasts?
rolanda Dec 2013
Silence have thousand different voices
it can be scary
it can lift the air
it can utter appreciation
it can send an elation
it can dance,
it can destroy
it can mean insecurity, fear
or arrogance
it can invite to fight
it can require the note of hate or of love
if you long enough were connect
with a being who listen read and watch
but didnt talk
you slowly gather the compendium of meanings
what hides behind of curtain of it majesty silence
yes silence has thousand voices
dont you believe it?
Is it a strange speech?
Do you imply me for insane?
rolanda Dec 2013
you are my conundrum
what ever i do to reveal to my understanding your core
is in void
why only I love you? Liar, you can sing all kinds of the gentle songs
rolanda Dec 2013
i was tald
to not any more write
any political manifested verses
allegedly it is boring and out of times
instead i was recommended to write just about love
this opinion of the experienced poet himself
made me fall into confusion
isnt anything interconnected?
The love fails sometimes because
of quite political treason
isnt it a reason
to revenge
to rage
to rebel?
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