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"samo" poems
1. Nymphomaniac-addicts, Overweight bisexual vegetarians Climbing trees to stay fit and eating 80’s fried chicken ******* 2. just imagine Aquarians full of class valedictorians Swimming on display for graduation ceremony… reverse-symbolism of how Moolch drowned His ***** 3. Better yet, just imagine Holy wars, Beautiful words written to describe the burning pains Of holocaust...the Kristallnacht nights Under the mistletoe, Watching Hall of fame ball hawks on pivot toes Driving through hoes After the whistle blows 4 College Literacy classes teaching basic: Ideas that good questions leads to good answers, Reading reminders Free association conceptual constructions 5. But ************ professor: free association **** shticks misfires, false alarms are all art, too, Like sticking a dagger into an apple, Not the edible, but the technology. 6. Go head, deconstruct the philosophy Of oral cute-tification, according to the Tautology of Leviticus, With the same three half truths, pogroms against biological deviant... FLAGS! 7. Cryptic gospels of a ************ Where three F.F.F’s Stands for six six six Like how 1mg of juxtaposition And a dose of metamorphosis is the repertoire of a king of curmudgeon ‘cause even the Holy Ghost drinks from the cup of Christ’s blood. 8. Reading, Self-flagellation gospel-manual of Pope John Paul II, At shrink sessions under the daze of heron Piper methysticum blunts With sweet phat butts like lit lickerish that droop eyes Like the psalm of Valeriana officinalis root extract.
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Feb 12, 2012
Feb 12, 2012 at 12:46 PM UTC
Phrenology of SAMO (from 1.Amativeness to 8. Acquisitiveness)
1. Nymphomaniac-addicts, Overweight bisexual vegetarians Climbing trees to stay fit and eating 80’s fried chicken ******* 2. just imagine Aquarians full of class valedictorians Swimming on display for graduation ceremony… reverse-symbolism of how Moolch drowned His ***** 3. Better yet, just imagine Holy wars, Beautiful words written to describe the burning pains Of holocaust...the Kristallnacht nights Under the mistletoe, Watching Hall of fame ball hawks on pivot toes Driving through hoes After the whistle blows 4 College Literacy classes teaching basic: Ideas that good questions leads to good answers, Reading reminders Free association conceptual constructions 5. But ************ professor: free association **** shticks misfires, false alarms are all art, too, Like sticking a dagger into an apple, Not the edible, but the technology. 6. Go head, deconstruct the philosophy Of oral cute-tification, according to the Tautology of Leviticus, With the same three half truths, pogroms against biological deviant... FLAGS! 7. Cryptic gospels of a ************ Where three F.F.F’s Stands for six six six Like how 1mg of juxtaposition And a dose of metamorphosis is the repertoire of a king of curmudgeon ‘cause even the Holy Ghost drinks from the cup of Christ’s blood. 8. Reading, Self-flagellation gospel-manual of Pope John Paul II, At shrink sessions under the daze of heron Piper methysticum blunts With sweet phat butts like lit lickerish that droop eyes Like the psalm of Valeriana officinalis root extract.
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Lumuha ka aking / lumuluhang puso! Iluha mo'ng lahat ng kanyang larawan, / pagkasi't pagsuyo. Lumuha ka dahil / nawala't naglaho ang minsang nilasap na pag-ibig niyang / may samyo at samo. Lumuha ka puso, / lumuha ka puso! Dahil siya'y huwad na umibig sa'yong / kay raming pangako. Iluha mo'ng lahat / ng kanyang napako at hindi natupad na pangakong puro / sa lalang at biro. Lumuha ka puso, / lumuha kang lalo! Lumuha kang ganap dahil puso niya, pala'y pusong tuso. Lumuha ka aking / lumuluhang puso... Ngayon ka umiyak habang marami pang / luhang tumutulo.
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Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 1:22 AM UTC
Luha
Seductive recitatives... pour ardor for Culture-- tssst...tsssst...tssssst... Graff... Basquiat buffed... Basquiat up... lone...namo Samo... Samo namo...bare bone.
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Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 2:27 AM UTC
Namo Samo
Samo't saring emosyon Tila bulkan na gustong sumabog. Pakiwari niya'y lahat nalang ay kanyang kapintasan. Maririnig ang hibik sa may dapit sulok. Animo'y nagdadalamhati sa sariling sawi. Siya'y pinagsapantaha sa kasalanang di ginawa. Kanyang ipinagbatid nguni't tila sila'y bingi. Umagos muli ang luha sapagka't pakiramdam niya'y hindi sapat. Humiling sa itaas dahil ito'y nararapat. At siya'y hindi binigo at binigyan ng abiso, Isang salawikain na may naglalamang 'Sa mata ng Diyos'. Nagbigay man ng kaginhawaan sa kanyang kaibutoran. Datapuwa't hustisya ang siyang nararapat. Hindi madaling magpatawad nguni't hindi rin madaling makalimot. Darating man ang panahon na siya'y maghilom nguni't hiling niya'y kahit ngayon lang ay siya'y pagbigyan. Sapagka't ang sakit ay nanatiling nakaukit. Kirot na siyang nagbigay nang traumatiko. At upang maibsan ang pakiramdam nilinlang ang sarili at nagbabakasakaling halinhan ang nagbabagang deliberasyon. Maaring marami ang nakakaalam nguni't tila sila'y bingi sa katarungan. Sapagka't sila'y naaaliw sa kasinungalingan. Na siyang nagbibigay sa kanila nang kaluguran. Tanging hiling lamang, na kung sinuman ang tumalima ay hindi danasin ang kanyang pinagdadaanan. Dahil hindi madaling paratangan ng isang kasalanan na hindi naman ginawa. Bagkus, pakinggan at umunawa para sa ikabubuti ng bawat panig.
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Jul 3, 2022
Jul 3, 2022 at 8:21 PM UTC
'SA MATA NG DIYOS'
Basquiat - radiant child made daring visions wild with frenetic energy, frantic rhythm with paint on his Armani clothes with paint on his Armani clothes with paint on his Armani clothes If only you’d worn that AARON helmet, and donned a suit of armour the day the needle pricked too far, spiked the skin with ****** Artist and millionaire. A walking contradiction which could not hold. You began by scrawling truth on walls your graffiti battle cry, ‘did fame consume you?’ ‘just another tragic star?’ I dunno, I just know RIP SAMO
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Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 5:45 PM UTC
SAMO
mila sedi na wc solji. prebira dlacice po brezuljku. nekako odvratno ali radoznalo trazi one pod zemljom gusto groblje-guste misli: dve prodavacice prodaju sok od sargarepe, na smenu- jedan dan jednoj plati jednu cenu drugi dan drugoj drugu. cuti. zakopa to u zeludac. guta vazduh namazan budalom. cuti. plati.  popije samar i sok. na ulici razmazano oker govno, kao kanapei na srebrnom tanjiru.   preskace, obilazi ga ona. preskace, obilazi ga i pas. kisa pada, oker krem gubi gustinu, pas nece pod kisobran juri senke i zapisava skupocene alo tepsije onih kojih se i pauk plasi. zanoktica o vrh narandzastog jezika- rekapitulacija popisanosti i pogresno usmerene finoce. krv stedljivo iz nokta curi natapajuci nepce a mrmlja da sledeci put ce... ali verovatno nece. jer ne razume tu gadnu nepravicnost. jer to je samo princip. mozda i hoce. jer princip je i sve. dopire krik playback narodnjaka- komsija stigao sa posla, investitor umesto izloacije sigurno je kupio dzipa. masina se centrifugom lansira u orbitu svake sekunde- privezala bi se za nju toaltet papirom.... aman, idi uci. bolje ces se osecati. kraj prozora cuje se ono dete sto svira trubu. makar jos ne moras da trazis posao. eto imas vremena da smislis sta zelis da budes. na kraju krajeva nemas urasle dlake. i da, auto ti je parkiran divlje pokupice ga pauk sigurno. i nemas dozvolu. kese za govna su u gepeku. trebas psa izvesti. sutra kupices sok od sargarepe, po ne zna se kojoj ceni. rekla bi imas princip a i lenja si.
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Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 4:01 AM UTC
smrt jednog dana
mila sedi na wc solji. prebira dlacice po brezuljku. nekako odvratno ali radoznalo trazi one pod zemljom gusto groblje-guste misli: dve prodavacice prodaju sok od sargarepe, na smenu- jedan dan jednoj plati jednu cenu drugi dan drugoj drugu. cuti. zakopa to u zeludac. guta vazduh namazan budalom. cuti. plati.  popije samar i sok. na ulici razmazano oker govno, kao kanapei na srebrnom tanjiru.   preskace, obilazi ga ona. preskace, obilazi ga i pas. kisa pada, oker krem gubi gustinu, pas nece pod kisobran juri senke i zapisava skupocene alo tepsije onih kojih se i pauk plasi. zanoktica o vrh narandzastog jezika- rekapitulacija popisanosti i pogresno usmerene finoce. krv stedljivo iz nokta curi natapajuci nepce a mrmlja da sledeci put ce... ali verovatno nece. jer ne razume tu gadnu nepravicnost. jer to je samo princip. mozda i hoce. jer princip je i sve. dopire krik playback narodnjaka- komsija stigao sa posla, investitor umesto izloacije sigurno je kupio dzipa. masina se centrifugom lansira u orbitu svake sekunde- privezala bi se za nju toaltet papirom.... aman, idi uci. bolje ces se osecati. kraj prozora cuje se ono dete sto svira trubu. makar jos ne moras da trazis posao. eto imas vremena da smislis sta zelis da budes. na kraju krajeva nemas urasle dlake. i da, auto ti je parkiran divlje pokupice ga pauk sigurno. i nemas dozvolu. kese za govna su u gepeku. trebas psa izvesti. sutra kupices sok od sargarepe, po ne zna se kojoj ceni. rekla bi imas princip a i lenja si.
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LA, Hollywood, I'm in love Malibu, Palm Springs, what a rush Santa Monica, girl you got it all Glass table girls, "gimme a twirl" NoHo, Big Bear, Cambria Taste the sun, look at the view The moon will teach you what to do Flip that hair, we get down anywhere Everywhere, look over there In your underwear, wine on the stairs Baby chill, who cares
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Sep 27, 2013
Sep 27, 2013 at 1:33 AM UTC
SaMo Clique, Best Trick
Ljudi, hej ljudi, čiji je ovo tužni pas !? Gledajte samo kako se šćućurio tu u uglu, i kako se samo trese od hladnoće… Ljudi, hej, pogledajte, da neko od vas nije izgubio psa, pogledajte, nije džukac, gle samo kako mu se crna dlaka sjaji, pogledajte, pa to njemu suze idu. Ljudi, deco, čiji je ovo pas, poslednji put pitam, ako ga neko ne odnese na toplo, uginuće. E, ako je tako, nosim ga ja svojoj kući. Dođi kuco, dođi. Tako… Jao što su ti se smrzle šapice, sad ću tebe ja odneti svojoj kućici, to će ti biti novi dom, imaćeš i šta da jedeš, biće ti toplo i čuvaćemo jedan drugog. Pa muško si, ček da vidim… Pa jesi, jesi muško si… E sad da te ušuškam u svoj kaput i idemo, ček samo da uzmem maramicu da ti obrišem te suzice, jeste tako, nema potrebe da plačeš više, sad imaš svoj dom. Samo da smislim kako da te zovem… Samo da smislim… Čupko ! E, zvaću te Čupko, mali moj… Eto, obrisali smo suze, samo još da ti obrišem tu penicu sa usta…
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Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 4:56 PM UTC
Pas
bland streets give birth to austere children playing with chalk hopscotch horde SAMO dropped the bomb no place to sleep cheese to eat find the avant garde spirit moving with fleas friends are dogs the genius notes worlds explode from Manhattan to Midrand the child casts spells with calloused hands a nervous man with his Bohemian fabric emerges from the brothel of thought no Warhol just unpublished papers in black banks influence predates intelligence when things fall apart perish in art juntas and intellectuals will critique your gore will speak.
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Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 5:43 AM UTC
To Basquiat. (unfinished)
Ima li ime ta struna Koja stoji u mestu Ima li ime ptica Koja peva u letu Imas li ime ti mala zvezdo sjajna imas li ime ili je ono samo tajna? Kako se zoves zeljo jedina Nije li divno ime tvoje Kako se zove tajna skrivena Lica umiljatog sto je? Sta se krije u tvojim ocima Ima li negde tvoga imena Hajde, posluzi se svime Zeljo moja imas li ime? Jedan mig i tu Nestajes lako Kao u snu Jedan tren mi Bez nade tako Odes ti Kako se zoves zeljo jedina Nije li divno ime tvoje Kako se zove tajna skrivena Lica umiljatog sto je? Sta se krije u tvojim ocima Ima li negde tvoga imena Hajde, posluzi se svime Zeljo moja imas li ime?
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Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 12:31 PM UTC
Zeljo imas li ime?
promineš kraj njih i ne znaš stojiš u redu za uspomenu zuriš u onoga sa osmejkom ne poznaješ moj zadah razaznaješ samo grmljavinu iz tvojih vena iz tvog stomaka iz tvojih koraka a ja čujem kako odlaziš pitam se dal si sama odlučila tako ili su odlučili konji koji laju na broj 11
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Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 10:13 AM UTC
aleksandra
Sara iz kosmara izlazi na ulicu da proseta kera. U parku sama, vitla sebi po glavi.  Po parku govna, plasticne cinije sa pirincem natopljene vodom i uljem, lisce mrtve lipe,  flopovi kao putokazi poredjani. Misa, taj kao neki njen momak, ko muva neuhvatljiv a isto tako i zaboravan samo se po govnima mota i plete mrezu romanticarske lazljive ideologije istine i solidarnosti. On se kao providnim celofanom uvija u svoje reci ali sad vec kao da je pod reflektorima nabubrelog meseca i nema kud. Proziri se. Ne konzistentan. Kukavica, shvata ona. Shvata da Misa je kao sarena laza- Ili mozda ipak nije bas sve tako. A kako li je? Kako prazan prostor puni je sumnjom ali i nekim leprsavim osecajem ljubavi.
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Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 11:34 AM UTC
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Odczucie zaparcia tchu w piersiach jakoby przy chłodzie, szoku w oszołomionej czułości czy penetracji przez ukochanego po raz pierwszy podczas aktu cielesnego odczuwam jako to uczucie w klatce ściśniętej jakbym miał w dłoniach właśnie tak samo kruchą rybkę... ledwo dyszy, cmoka, jak niemowlę się miota... i widzę siebie jako lęk, że ona to ze szkła jest i płacze prawie z niepokoju o to co z nią zrobię że trzymam mięsień sercowy wyjęty prosto z czyjejś żywotności. I wiem, iż jeśli tylko zrobię nieostrożny ruch, to ten cały cud Życia którego w oniemieniu i własnych łzach nie mogę pojąć, że mi położono między palce... pęknie nagle jedna arteria przez ściśnięcie... I pójdzie krew. I pójdą jej wargi w dół. I pójdą płetwy wzdłuż ciała. A tygrysie paski bielu i różu będą już tylko tą gęstą czerwienią co nie zmyjesz z ramion tylko się wedrą jak zabrudzona skóra bez zrzucania naskórka. Tą czerwienią w papce jak ta podczas okresu menstruacyjnego gdy ją badasz z bliska na opuszkach. A Cardio będzie nieme. Przeze mnie. Zgwałcone takowo więc. Lub każde inne dłonie, w które powierzyłem tą rybkę. Dlatego takim łkającym lękiem jest dawanie tego w inne dłonie. A oni nie wiedzą jak karpika się trzyma tak, by chodziło o niego i tylko niego. Nie jego paski barwne, powietrze wokół czy inne tyczące się treści. O niego. Oto Słowo. Osoba. Język. My. „A Słowo ciałem się stało.”
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Nov 9, 2020
Nov 9, 2020 at 6:57 AM UTC
Koi Drwa Spływa
Odczucie zaparcia tchu w piersiach jakoby przy chłodzie, szoku w oszołomionej czułości czy penetracji przez ukochanego po raz pierwszy podczas aktu cielesnego odczuwam jako to uczucie w klatce ściśniętej jakbym miał w dłoniach właśnie tak samo kruchą rybkę... ledwo dyszy, cmoka, jak niemowlę się miota... i widzę siebie jako lęk, że ona to ze szkła jest i płacze prawie z niepokoju o to co z nią zrobię że trzymam mięsień sercowy wyjęty prosto z czyjejś żywotności. I wiem, iż jeśli tylko zrobię nieostrożny ruch, to ten cały cud Życia którego w oniemieniu i własnych łzach nie mogę pojąć, że mi położono między palce... pęknie nagle jedna arteria przez ściśnięcie... I pójdzie krew. I pójdą jej wargi w dół. I pójdą płetwy wzdłuż ciała. A tygrysie paski bielu i różu będą już tylko tą gęstą czerwienią co nie zmyjesz z ramion tylko się wedrą jak zabrudzona skóra bez zrzucania naskórka. Tą czerwienią w papce jak ta podczas okresu menstruacyjnego gdy ją badasz z bliska na opuszkach. A Cardio będzie nieme. Przeze mnie. Zgwałcone takowo więc. Lub każde inne dłonie, w które powierzyłem tą rybkę. Dlatego takim łkającym lękiem jest dawanie tego w inne dłonie. A oni nie wiedzą jak karpika się trzyma tak, by chodziło o niego i tylko niego. Nie jego paski barwne, powietrze wokół czy inne tyczące się treści. O niego. Oto Słowo. Osoba. Język. My. „A Słowo ciałem się stało.”
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krytyka na żyda to ta sama na krytyke polaka, skoro krytyk na żyda to też krytyk na polaka - skoro żyd bez ziemi to też polak pod włóknem niemca czy russa czy też bezwdzięcznego austrjaka! odsiecz wiednia! https://goo.gl/2wVUsz, from minute to an hour: radio-kacap - lost the c somewhere, had to innovate -                                               ra - d - yo -                       радя - (я to possess it, a punctuation                                        mark on the letter to stop the omicron from rotating a fullness)                                КАЧП - or simply ç (s) -               ketchup apparently,                        the slaughter of Zagreb -                                         Croat piled on Croat           for a Mexican roll via Tahiti -                                  kark capa - kark kacapa (stary kozioł to zwany cap          bronz spermy i zapach tzn. cap'a -    capie ten ogier Poznania w szambie południa                             na gry czołem z bliska                   w tenis z innym capem) -             stary ogier na tle mgły                    i kozioł kopiący kszięrzyc w orbite        i w równie starannej rubryki: sto razy jeszcze raz                                         to samo, bo to dla wieku    dwa dwa: die tventy secoond centaur /          die nächster tausendfüßler, year on - year in.
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Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 8:36 PM UTC
радио-κατσαπ (radio-kacap) / odsiecz wiednia
krytyka na żyda to ta sama na krytyke polaka, skoro krytyk na żyda to też krytyk na polaka - skoro żyd bez ziemi to też polak pod włóknem niemca czy russa czy też bezwdzięcznego austrjaka! odsiecz wiednia! https://goo.gl/2wVUsz, from minute to an hour: radio-kacap - lost the c somewhere, had to innovate -                                               ra - d - yo -                       радя - (я to possess it, a punctuation                                        mark on the letter to stop the omicron from rotating a fullness)                                КАЧП - or simply ç (s) -               ketchup apparently,                        the slaughter of Zagreb -                                         Croat piled on Croat           for a Mexican roll via Tahiti -                                  kark capa - kark kacapa (stary kozioł to zwany cap          bronz spermy i zapach tzn. cap'a -    capie ten ogier Poznania w szambie południa                             na gry czołem z bliska                   w tenis z innym capem) -             stary ogier na tle mgły                    i kozioł kopiący kszięrzyc w orbite        i w równie starannej rubryki: sto razy jeszcze raz                                         to samo, bo to dla wieku    dwa dwa: die tventy secoond centaur /          die nächster tausendfüßler, year on - year in.
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Mermerna prostorija. U njoj stojim u redu da platim clanarinu za biblioteku. Ispred mene i iza mene nalaze se ljudi, bezlicni, u crnim odevnim kombinacijama. Reklo bi se dosli su na sopstvenu sahranu. Dolazim na red- promena smene nastupa - naglim okretom ka salteru susrecem se sa gorilom osrednjeg rasta crne boje. Ona se uplasila od mene! Uznemirena napusta radno mesto- cak uvredjena! zbog cega ne znam. Koleginice je mole da vrati se na salter- a ja do tada samo znam kako sa psom- pa probam nesto od toga - shvatam da gorila sazvakace me. Gorila se smirila nekako. Ja sela da ucim.
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Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 7:02 PM UTC
gorila
Why Are There Tears in My Eyes crying when I don't want to Every time we are apart I'm drowning in tears Because my heart is so heavy At the bottom I can't climb In my tears There is a secret plea There is a cry for you to help When you are stubborn In what you truly want to achieve The tears don't stop because you are leaving Is it right to leave but it's wrong in my heart Because I love you That's how I try to let you go and give you The pain in my chest is just as intense I just love you I don't claim you Because you have someone else with you and will love you You love me and us But not everything is mine Behind love, there is someone to share I don't share I love you What is your happiness I will let you go Be happy I will let you go her it hurts to drown With no one to rescue If I choose this too You cling more You drown more You cry more I'm drowning in all the memories If I always remember you I'm always drowning in the drops of tears I'm tired of the rain Forgive me There's a battle that needs to be fought If there's a war that can't be seen But there are tears that can be seen Inside, trying to get out The heart is drowning in sorrows The darkness has eaten the unfortunate heart The pain of separation is drowning in tears *************** “ℕ𝕒𝕝𝕦𝕝𝕦𝕟𝕠𝕕 𝕊𝕒 𝕃𝕦𝕙𝕒” Bakit May Luha Sa Aking Mga Mata umiyak ng hindi ko gusto Sa tuwing mag kakalayo tayo Nalulunod ako sa mga luha Na kay bigat ng puso Sa ilalim hindi maka ahon Sa aking mga luha May lihim na pag samo May sigaw na tulongan mo Sa pag mamatigas Sa tunay na ninanais makamtam Walang tigil ang luha dahil lumilisan ka Tama nga ba lumisan pero mali na sa puso Dahil inibig na kita Kung gano kita pilit na pinapakawalan at ibinibigay Ganon din ka tindi ang hirap sa dibdib Iniibig lang kita Hindi kita inaangkin Dahil may iba kang kapiling at mamahalin Mahal mo ako at tayo Pero hindi lahat akin Sa likod pag mamahal may kahati Hindi ako nakikihati Akoy umiibig Kung ano ang kaligayahan mo Hahayaan na kita Maging masaya Hahayaan na kita sa kanya masakit pala malunod Na walang sumasagip Kung pinipili rin ito Lalo kang kumakapit Lalo kang nalulunod Lalo kang lumuluha Nalulunod ako sa lahat ng alaala Kung palagi kita naalala Palagi akong nalulunod sa patak ng mga luha Napapagod na ako sa ulan Patawarin mo May labanan na kailangan labanan Kung may digmaan na hindi makita Pero may luha na nakikita Sa loob pilit kumakalawa Ang puso nalulunod Na sa mga lungkot Kinain na ng dilim ang pusong sawi Ang sakit ng maghiwalay nalulunod sa luha
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Aug 23, 2025
Aug 23, 2025 at 5:59 PM UTC
"Drowning In Tears" (Tagalog Version)
Why Are There Tears in My Eyes crying when I don't want to Every time we are apart I'm drowning in tears Because my heart is so heavy At the bottom I can't climb In my tears There is a secret plea There is a cry for you to help When you are stubborn In what you truly want to achieve The tears don't stop because you are leaving Is it right to leave but it's wrong in my heart Because I love you That's how I try to let you go and give you The pain in my chest is just as intense I just love you I don't claim you Because you have someone else with you and will love you You love me and us But not everything is mine Behind love, there is someone to share I don't share I love you What is your happiness I will let you go Be happy I will let you go her it hurts to drown With no one to rescue If I choose this too You cling more You drown more You cry more I'm drowning in all the memories If I always remember you I'm always drowning in the drops of tears I'm tired of the rain Forgive me There's a battle that needs to be fought If there's a war that can't be seen But there are tears that can be seen Inside, trying to get out The heart is drowning in sorrows The darkness has eaten the unfortunate heart The pain of separation is drowning in tears *************** “ℕ𝕒𝕝𝕦𝕝𝕦𝕟𝕠𝕕 𝕊𝕒 𝕃𝕦𝕙𝕒” Bakit May Luha Sa Aking Mga Mata umiyak ng hindi ko gusto Sa tuwing mag kakalayo tayo Nalulunod ako sa mga luha Na kay bigat ng puso Sa ilalim hindi maka ahon Sa aking mga luha May lihim na pag samo May sigaw na tulongan mo Sa pag mamatigas Sa tunay na ninanais makamtam Walang tigil ang luha dahil lumilisan ka Tama nga ba lumisan pero mali na sa puso Dahil inibig na kita Kung gano kita pilit na pinapakawalan at ibinibigay Ganon din ka tindi ang hirap sa dibdib Iniibig lang kita Hindi kita inaangkin Dahil may iba kang kapiling at mamahalin Mahal mo ako at tayo Pero hindi lahat akin Sa likod pag mamahal may kahati Hindi ako nakikihati Akoy umiibig Kung ano ang kaligayahan mo Hahayaan na kita Maging masaya Hahayaan na kita sa kanya masakit pala malunod Na walang sumasagip Kung pinipili rin ito Lalo kang kumakapit Lalo kang nalulunod Lalo kang lumuluha Nalulunod ako sa lahat ng alaala Kung palagi kita naalala Palagi akong nalulunod sa patak ng mga luha Napapagod na ako sa ulan Patawarin mo May labanan na kailangan labanan Kung may digmaan na hindi makita Pero may luha na nakikita Sa loob pilit kumakalawa Ang puso nalulunod Na sa mga lungkot Kinain na ng dilim ang pusong sawi Ang sakit ng maghiwalay nalulunod sa luha
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brane mu pesme da piše u srce krastaču mu nasadili prste mu lepljivom svilom spojili u noge sačmom gađali iz očiju sve mu suze isisali eno ih gde suva leže nisu više ni tako zelena u uši mu ptičji izmet nagurali i na čelo žig iz sna prijatelje mu isterali umesto njih strašno zlo osanotvorili samo su se smejali ponekim udarcem u kičmu ga budili dok je nem tumarao po svetu u pesme su njegove duvan motali ili bi slova izvitoperili takve na čitanje davali brane mu život brane mu da diše
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Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 5:05 PM UTC
nem
nam wszystkim dopisują, biel skóry! demokracja ozorem ich znaczy tyle samo co bydła krew! o rękopis pizd, hu ha, rękopis naprawde: no, ten łók walii! nagle w nad-kilometr łokciem w dal i ruch z przodem, łokciem między afery kilo wiepsza - nie wyryte w kamień, tak nagle od przysięgi? katahez brak? co ja pytam od narodu w nagłej dumy z papierzem i pieprzem?! o cud? ha ha! cud? ha ha! kicham i to samo mam co wy raptem pseudo-żydem. lepiej jeden bałwan w drugi bałwan tropem w mgnięcie oczu na stopienie miecza w rtęć... i mówie: PO LI TY KA? to przybliża twardówke nad osioła gest: by równać się z kimaniem kozioła w ząb chat chat chat? że kimanie jest równe kiwaniem z luzem na obydwie rubryki tak w palette sauerkraut - to sie zgadzam po polsku impromptu; ale ta kobieca przepaść... nagle przepaść... ale też nagle okulary przeciw-słoneczne, i wieczna noc, o której zawsze wspomne, by zaćmić dzień.
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May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 11:16 PM UTC
niby polak
*ah **** you ęnglishman! ty jedynie Liverpool!* kielce i scyzoryk...                                                      no i tyle... korona i gleba -                                   kacap i świnia - nagle napoleon                                                      na capie                             i tuwim i ja: kiedy to zadupie zwane Moskwa wrota otwiera: jak pizda kurwy na tle stonogi - fu fu... co za perfum! czasem wu casem ef -         ale nie nagle kastrat! hujnia hu, hujnia ** - blat blata w komin indora brzuch wpycha, na siłe, ale jej brak! no to blah blah blah blah... blah; apropo(s), tzn. nie tyczy tyczki czyli upper-long-jump,       neun meter bach oben; za grass za grass - uberschiellsewonderbra: like peeling the skin of a ******** bag: magician's rabbit in it too! a ona nadal nie kuma... holender plu w jej twarz a ona myśli że mowa raptem po ceausescu czešku! škoda / szkoda - tak samo zwane:    pierdolenie of chopenie (szo! szu! mucha                                w uchu! taki oto                       kwaskowy miód!)
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Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 7:41 AM UTC
po polshu
podseti me kako radiš očima ono dok sediš na šolji podseti me molim te slobodan sam dva dana ipak moja je soba čistija od tvog tavana čak šta više pićemo iz čaša čistih imam sve a nije užeglo dođi bela da vodimo ljubav da jedemo smoki pijemo pivo dođi i samo još ovaj put okupaj se
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Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 8:58 PM UTC
bela
Pomrčina… Samo se belasaju razigrane kozice, vetrić dlaku im njiše. Njihov miris fajta moj njuh u noći, tražim čizme rudarske moje, al’ nema ih ni za lek! A ja u pomrčini osećam vaš strah, vaš veseli strah i čujem vaše slabašno brečanje, o, kozice moje, cupkate ko mlada, čujem kako vam nožice po vlažnom tlu žudno biju. Da utehu nađem, boli da me minu, kad nežno se protegne niz dolinu meeeeeee… S praskozorjem bi vam se prikrao, al’ čizama mi nema! Ah, moja najgrđa mora u sutonu htenja, ništa moje večno bilo nije, ni za Novu godinu pihtije!
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Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 5:01 PM UTC
kozice moje
onda kada mislim o lepim a propalim secanjima, kada ponekad sebi to dozvolim najstrasnije se kaznim. kidam i ljustim sebe razlozima dopustam samo jednoznacnost. onda kada mislim o njihovoj liniji isprekidam je tako su mi prazni tako nedostizni njihova linija obecanja, strahova, velikih saka i praznih stomaka uzasava me. onda pomislim  kod onih drugih mora da je bolje, toplije i neznije mozda tamo more postoji stene istina onda, opet setim se plavog vrtloga onda, opet kaznim se
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Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 10:46 AM UTC
plavo
celu si vaseljenu mlekom svojim polila samo si moja žedna usta promašila zašto si se vratila da bi te gorkim čemerom pojila zašto si me onda nemirno pogledala da bi ti srce slomila da bi ti u usta uzde naselila sedlom osedlala šećer ti dala celu si vaseljenu belim hlebom nahranila samo si moja gladna usta promašila zašto si se vratila da bi te patnji neznanoj izložila zašto si onda da me voliš lagala da bi te u vatru bacila iz brloga tvoga izvukla eterom opijala jezikom ubijala
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Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 6:35 PM UTC
ti
styles change, in everything, can no longer catch your passing fancy I am Gap, says the sign of the four, no interest no more for what's behind the door, just samo samo variations on a four note theme, been there, done that, khaki is just so blah you're H&M;, four weeks, in store, then gone, no more, no returns, ever, edgy, trendy, and usually quickly, careless made, with haste cheap manufacture words are like clothes, patterns, cut, style, oft looking ridiculous a season later, it's the readers taste, ever seeking out the newest face the man's words, reversed alchemy, ha! golden-into-leaden, potpourri of variable seasonings from gardens of  ancient seasons, lol, stale, lacking efficacy, now ready for a burial permanent, deserving a small museum exhibition too long, too long, so wrong, so wrong, for quick and the digital attention spanners the easy riders of today these words, these words, so wrung, so wrung, so earned, from a life's stories reservoir an accumulated dictionary, now shared with modulated crafted care labelled by the new zoo review archaic, obsolete, old fashioned, worse curse, too **** long, hot **** if that's exactly not, how the man feels his days, these days, exacting and extracting, *too **** long* so drips and drops, will yet be canvas spotted and plotted, for those among us who taste the music, tingling skin with words, cherish the artistry of caring, workmanship, buying the best of what didn't come cheap, stuff that can't be bought in any store, in any style, the slow pleasure of taking care... gotta go, new store in town UNIQLO, hope there is in that name, maybe a chance, something unique, something that will glow
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Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 6:18 AM UTC
I am Gap, you're H&M
styles change, in everything, can no longer catch your passing fancy I am Gap, says the sign of the four, no interest no more for what's behind the door, just samo samo variations on a four note theme, been there, done that, khaki is just so blah you're H&M;, four weeks, in store, then gone, no more, no returns, ever, edgy, trendy, and usually quickly, careless made, with haste cheap manufacture words are like clothes, patterns, cut, style, oft looking ridiculous a season later, it's the readers taste, ever seeking out the newest face the man's words, reversed alchemy, ha! golden-into-leaden, potpourri of variable seasonings from gardens of  ancient seasons, lol, stale, lacking efficacy, now ready for a burial permanent, deserving a small museum exhibition too long, too long, so wrong, so wrong, for quick and the digital attention spanners the easy riders of today these words, these words, so wrung, so wrung, so earned, from a life's stories reservoir an accumulated dictionary, now shared with modulated crafted care labelled by the new zoo review archaic, obsolete, old fashioned, worse curse, too **** long, hot **** if that's exactly not, how the man feels his days, these days, exacting and extracting, *too **** long* so drips and drops, will yet be canvas spotted and plotted, for those among us who taste the music, tingling skin with words, cherish the artistry of caring, workmanship, buying the best of what didn't come cheap, stuff that can't be bought in any store, in any style, the slow pleasure of taking care... gotta go, new store in town UNIQLO, hope there is in that name, maybe a chance, something unique, something that will glow
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racja, raptem świat mały a pocztówka WIELKA! ah ten zazdrości widok! to samo co chytra trumna chce, to samo świat nada obfitą chęcią! grzeb grzeb w równi rękopisu, bo ci mówie, a nie bo ci karze, bo tobie jest nakazana równina ze mną: jak i ze śmiercią i z doliną w zdaniu... ten jeden łyk lekarstwa... to mój polski! dupa głosi! o kurwa i 'czak              gzymps wedle    spadku PRO FI TU, racji węglowodanów by pierdzieć z iskrą                            w kult narodu; jeb sie ze swą prywatką! o tu sie zgina dziób pingwina! ah tak, noworodek                                  Sopotu! chciała dume... no to ją ma!
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Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 9:37 PM UTC
kult narodu / chciała dume