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  Jan 4 Jimmy silker
nivek
time and times to remember
sailing mostly quietly by

a memory worth remembrance
-love you found despite yourself

travelling a finite road
-with eternal consequence

friends and past lovers gone
-often prayer leaves lips

a whispered personal conversation
with the God of Love

in your loneness
this the best youv got.
All this time
and there's still time
but you say
there's no time for this.

Reluctantly I digress.

Time is not the tissue of lies
nor the Kleenex we wash our
eyes with.

Oh
not digress
I mean suppress
thoughts that depress me.

Nearly Sunday
I want it to be Monday
or any day.

Happy?
I am
a happy man,
She says
you should be
you're married to me.
A nasal drone of endless lies
Pours into slaves’ distracted ears.
While watchful cops, with eager eyes,
Defend the chains and stoke the fears.


In Russian:

Пропагандоны и полицаи

Гундос понос словесный валит
На уши суетных рабов.
А полицай всех прытких жалит
В защите всех "святых" оков.
The "fan" has failed—dark hours loom,
Cold bites, no warmth to chase the gloom.
A foolish land, beneath dogs' reign—
A pack unmatched in spite and pain.


In Russian:

Типа "веерные отключения электричества"

Сломался "веер" — тьма часами.
И холод жуткий — нет тепла.
"Страна" тупая подо псами —
Та стая БЕСпримерно зла.
A healthy reframe:
to be jealous
is acknowledging
longing within,
when we detach
from that ache,
we become bored, disengaged,
angry and spew out apathy.
Do you find this too? The struggle with jealousy and comparisons is real but this perspective floated into my mind like a coo breeze on a hot day - welcome relief.
  Jan 4 Jimmy silker
aldo kraas
À tout suite
The rain stop today finally
I see the beautiful rainbow
That come out in the sky
After the rain
The sun came out
And it is now cooler
I am feeling cold
I need to wear my spring jacket
It should be fine
Finally it turned to be
A wonderful day
The rain cooled the earth
I hope it will stay that way
For couple days
I can't cope with the heat
The heat kills me
Because I sweat like a
Pig
That is true
I am not making up a history
Just to say something
I am not like that
  Jan 4 Jimmy silker
aldo kraas
I am sat in my ways
And I write
Lots of poetry every single day
Because I am a poet
And it was God that gave me this gift
I am using that gift
That God gave to me
Every day
None of my poems have the
Same feelings
All my poems have
Different feelings
That comes straight from
My heart
I no longer write dark poetry
Because it is very depressing
My dark feelings
I throw out at my trash can
And I use my
Positive feelings
Poetry writing is
Therapy for me
I do it every single day
I never miss a day writing
My poems
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