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Skinny cat
walked the walk
to the place
where he belongs
Got his ribs
meet the spine
pretty drawn
in shallow lines
Day turned black
Sun turned pale
Road have turned
To forest gate
Searched his way
among the trees
piking thorns
and smelly weeds
felt the cat
his journey ends
here a-fore
the moon-lit greens

Shun of cuddles
kindly cares
sweetest piece
from master`s hands
Single wish
the cat has kept -
find a place
to meet his death

As by magic
deep resolve
forest heard
and trees unfold
foggy grove
that Forces kept
far away
from eyes untapped
Glowing softly
Little lights
Candle fairies
In delight
Tickling sisters
Run along
Through the crones
of ancient domes
Mirky creatures
spawns of shades
demons black
roar ugly heads
All the sudden
sees the cat
faster, faster
gather round
Dance in circles
Miriad lights
Flash and gleam
In mad parade
Storms are raging
Paint the sky
Laughing, singing,
Wailing lies
Demons, fairies
Cast bonfire

Fall they silent
And again
Like a prelude
To a play
Speak the chaos
In dismay:

"You are nothing
You are frail
Prisoner
to winter`s gray
summer`s fever
autumn`s rain
Cracks that cover
withered soul.
hundred times
you died alone
all that left
to die one more
As you wanted
end is nigh
Hunger ate
Your tale alive
Noone`s will
will save your hide!"

Quite came
to forest grove
lights are deemed
and voices mute
fairies vanish
shelters meet
demons black
in shady keep
Moments flew
as if they must
whisper taunts
of wasted lives
scrached the ear
with dirty paw
cat has smiled
and turned a-gone
grove that gave
what craved to hold.

Walked he happy
every since
knowing life
devoid of sence
found his reason
in this world
hap`ly is
in lack thereof.

What if all
the pains in life
are the virtues
in disguise
hidden perls
in shells of mind
deep beneath
emotions` glide?
Know you wont,
`cause you are OUT!

Оne, two, three, four and five,
I`m gonna take out the sharpest knife,
Six, seven, eight, nine and ten -
Let`s do some sandwiches, my wonderful man!

Great!

Ну вы даёте! о_О

I wrote it and felt dirty. Eeek.


They come at night
when filled with void
and whispers of forgotten voice
your room is quiet
and noone`s there
to cast a light at your dispair

They reach for you
through hazy black
and dance and pry - so you have asked
place stone-cold arms
inside your chest
to rape your hope with faked regrets
you see them through
a-fore they melt
left only shade of your past self

They wear one face
All wrapped in masks
for you to choose the truth to laugh
they greef with one
while grin the other
for you to choose the pain to suffer

They heed your heart
all questions-torn
so hard to keep when tears all gone
and feed your mind
with answers sly
captive of reason and deny

They set it free
from chains self-wrought
for it is soul
they get a-hold

It`s really text for Muse. I mean this is like "sing for absolution" by them.
Oh, I see, you have written here your rhymes!
I wait others.

Гы...
1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4.
5 potato, 6 potato, 7 potato, 8.
You gone! ---- все, что помню с 3его класса...

Never heard `em. Except Hysteria. Sucked hard))
Besides, there are no others. Just one. An experiment to see what goes, if i`d set a timelimit - 5 seconds per line, no second thoughts, no pauses between lines))
So it turned out to be total nonsence.

Hey, can you read my face?
Can you see misplace?
Fall-from-grace?
Like the first monkey shot into space?
Where have i heard that?
No matter, for i am not that
What i was a moment ago
All the feelings that gone
Wont sing me no song
Wont touch me in slight
Wont kiss me goodnight
All my masterplans
Thrown in fires of cruel stars
Return to haunt me with master plights
So hey! Get off from my face!
Before i take all your lonelyness
All your hate-myselfs
All your fear of consiquence
And you`ll run to came you whence
For i can heal with my wounds
Left open wide for you broken fools
Drawn to me like silly-cues
But hey! I`m not smarter than you
Because all i can do
Is getting stronger with bleeding-through

о_О хех...)

Slow day. Playing around with words.

Kick the chins of your pedestrians
Don`t forget to take a lean
Getting back your intellectuals
For almighty self-asteem
Down the hill your pretty faces
Roll, unhonest and unsung
Till you get it to your tastes
All the sweet of metal gun
Take your loving to a bathtub
For a deep in kerosine
Throw a light and keep your head down
While you play the violine

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