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silasa Jun 2013
Stop for a while  and
listen toyour heart where its taking you,
where you get swayed
with the dreams u kw!
where you ways with the
winds that blow!
feeling like there's
nothing in my heart,
i have been driveing all alone,
with no paths of my own,
so bring on the change that can lead you to d height,
which can make the moment of pride,
and that glory of a smile,
so make your move and set up your pace forth,
because u have got within ,
just have to,
let it up!



Truth of the life
is so much fair and insane,
that you  can just get one clue
to make or break whole you,
no one knows whats my reality,
i have been fake
all way through,
searching for something new,
so bring on the change that  can lead you to d height,
which can make the moment of pride,
and that glory of a smile,
so make your move and set up your pace forth,
because u have got within ,
just have to,
let it up!


And no one would b asking u  for luck,
its the stream of desires,
and you feel like you want some,
so bring on the change that  can lead you to d height,
which can make the moment of pride,
and that glory of a smile,
so make your move and set up your pace forth,
because  u have got within ,
just have to,
let it up!
I can't run
i can't hide
i tried killing it
but its alive than life could tell
it keeps crawling to me,
in my hidden places
they crawl to me,

gripping me every corner within,
you are my nightmare!
You are my dream!
Will i toyour dreaming sleep not?
Will i to your nightmare not slumber?
In this dream i love to dally.
In this nightmare i need no intrude!
Mateuš Conrad Sep 2018
if you've never been to a real life
****-fest, worth of a party,
in real-life,
oh forget mediating really pretty
girls on public girls...
**** it...
        like i already said:
there is and there always was
a focus on conjunctions
to liberate people fromg
hog-talk....

                          come nearer...
come come,  come nesrer....

   i nwant to hear something
from your hog snout...
loud and clear....
                       ******* snog bacon
haven would be deep-sea
jelly *******!
i'm not buying it...

             forget making license fees
of my shadow!
                 you know what's funny?
i pass a house,
routinely,
           a girl and her mother,
come Friday,...
a car pulls up,
two Africans jump out....
imitating nurses...
what sort of a ******* nurse
makes calls.
on a Friday...
at 10pm in England?
        unless in a hospital...
not even in the private sector...
***** come  toyour door?
oh....................

it's not a migrant crisis...
it's a ***** expansion project!
i won't **** these women...
guess you require
other males to **** them,
and where else to
harvest them from, if not africa?
walking and talking ******...
fair game...
no problem...

          i was rejected as a 20 year old
male... by 30... i'm like...
do i really need to bother
with your late-night impetus and
coughing up
nervous tension for
the freezing of eggs?
  
late night scrambled eggs?

   if i die, i die with a *******
mullet...
  and the remedy of 1980s
nostalgia...
you?
   you die with
scrambled eggs...
and a history of
                     accessible
reroute of an access of a profession...

once upon a time...
when women were not weaker...
but...
  more...
fun...
      
when women allowed a chance for
men to be men among men...
and...
  women were women among
households...
    who said that women belonged
in
the kitchen?
   if i were a man,
i'd never let them into a kitchen
to begin with!
women?
terrible cooks!

       no chance in hell...
               do some other crap...
but please don't cook...
i don't want to find myself
rummaging the stomach
strength of a fox when it comes
to digesting uncooked proteins!

but it's a grand observation...
african male "nurses"
visiting a household at 10pm at night...
with no males in the household...
**** the new paracetamol?
guess it is...
            it's not a migrant
crisis... it's a ***** crisis...
                      un-****** also means
the Chinese one-child policy...
like me...
i'm an only child...
  yet somehow i never learned
the boredom lesson...

                    i never attached myself
to being alone as an expression
of: solitude...
           given... there was never
any attachment, to begin with,
or therefore end, with solitude...

  but black male nurses...
visiting a house with only females prevailing
as occupying it?

of course there's no migrant crisis!
a ***** shortage... that?
that i can believe!

ever go to a ****-fest party?
ever watch a wholly-fem
  book club review video?
you get the picture...
my observation is a slot
of explanation somewhere
in between.

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