Sublustris

אצל וויליאם, אצל שייקספיר במקטרת מצאו שרידים זרעים של גראס עד פה הדמיון אך שאלתו פתוחה ועוד השאלה חופרת האם לתת

I reach for the solar myth a state of mind of thought, like fission climbing to a deadly height with a halo made of words worlds revolve around me alike the sun my veins are oozing light but it's not so fun to be the sun shivers bring emission it pains bleeding in the night i grasped the solar myth swirling in dismay i cried a trail of fires for all men face decay and fight attrition all men are stars all men are pyres and the world is just a withe.

it might be tomorrow it may occur today i'll come to some with permission of which i never ask coming forth to end all sorrow resolving any, each and all i come to some i come to sum every single day all is counted all accounted and to the hills given back away this is my way this is my task you're all the same to me you always try to cling to someone, to something better try and reason the treason in remorse the silence which is echo to the word the creator never had to say life is short, fore-given,it forgives just let it be today, as it was meant you will forget that you had a name and ever became by burden bent and yet well met! stand

Ты не молчи совсем в упор пускай слова не сушат слёзы и не было тепло когда, как корабли горели у причала грёзы

לא כל אדם בצלם איש לא כל נחש מיד מכיש אני אדם של דרכי עפר נפגע ותכף שוכח כבר ולתנועה חוזר לי חיש חרש, לקול בוץ ניתר נ

Don't you judge my ripeness of spirit don't be counting my worms it was an obsession a favourite grudge was in my side like a hook like a thorn but it's my stride and my pace as my life unfolding deforms it's just a composite image of the virtue in reach so i gave it your face and your cleavage so now being reborn i'm cleansing my fiction i'm using the bleach escaping addiction leaving this place the fast look over the shoulder the last smile belonging to you yelling at god "Shotgun, get ready abroad man coming through"

мужщины ловят оленей и несут туши домой когда те дерутся за самок легко их добыть а женщины ловят мужщин   как

no pathos no mystic power from deities of old the glow in my eyes is the light of the sun counting its days as the world reaches the apex rotating the wheel and lingeringly dies the last gasp a sigh of relief like the cold winds of dusk that may not rise i hear the reaper he sings lullabies as he opens the door his mantle making a rustle sweeping the floor before living as many but leaving as one shining elsewhere resting in peace for absence is brief life's eternal hustle for a moment shall cease in death's intimate silence A fall of a leaf

i was hesitating standing on the edge above the deep abyss many came before me leaving footprints in the ground brought by lies herded to the ledge their heads high and words self-righteous until their time of need looking at the skies i was reluctant as lust was figthing pride i turned away, and bowed to feed i have not asked, but i have found truth vivid as a knife below in the mirky waters half-burried in the silt lay the open graves of martyrs victims of the great divide who fell to glutton life dead haunted eyes open so closedly wide mocking me with guilt

Домой я шел на света край меня звали и зовут к Сатане на бал и даже в рай я не пошел я буду тут я так устал.