Nicron #91 28 мая 1998

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Poems - "I'm happy because I love people ..."

        "I am happy
        I love people ... "

m Editorial

(R) Wlodek Black



  The author of published poetry wished to remain incognito, but
a letter he signed, and the wording of his name known.

            *


            oslanie himself

        You will have a long swim
        And, to swim, you need a lot of energy
                    and simply forces
        Which you can not take,
        Though who would not ask!
        Friends - you also betray,
        On occasion, to "get in people"
        You have the same head is minimized,
        Saying: "We are all human!".
        Everything in life has now changed,
        And humanity does not understand
        Give much more for the unbeaten,
        For broken - do not give a penny.
        So soon forget about the brotherhood,
        On the equality rather forget
        What is modesty? Modesty is also conceit -
        Grab and do not be a fool!
        Then you will not fool,
        And everything you see sense.
        What, are you not convinced
        For a short, fast life,
        That this is so and not otherwise,
        And my heart is not crying about it,
        Ile did not go in favor of the lesson?
        Quickly learn, a man like this,
        And then the fool will die, a weirdo.
        Here I write these lines
        And I think: what a fool I am!
        Crush people, lie, dissemble -
        No! I could not do it ever!
        I am happy that I love people
        That there have been to his liking, and not by the mind.
        After all, I can believe, hope, love -
        In contrast to those who might hate it.


                Lyonka

        Red Flower
        On the ground, blossomed,
        He lit up the heat
        Everyone who was around.
        He is like a clear morning
        And as the rain, rainy,
        Different and beautiful
        Tsvetik-semitsvetik,
        Clean as a tear of dew.

        The sun rises and sets,
        Life goes by,
        A flower warms
        All its warmth.

        Pretty Natasha,
        What do you say?
        You're like a beautiful day
        And as the night is dangerous,
        Kind, naive, light-filled soul.
        Do not be sad, Natasha,
        Life's so beautiful
        And do not be offended
        To fool a fool
        Love you,
        Fool onion.


             ed with P.S.

        Black fly on a white ceiling.
        Realities of the day or night.
        Black on white.
        Spots last night.
        Black light in the paintings of
                   who wish.
        White light on the illusions of those
                 they wanted.
        Strange ramblings sleepless nights.
        The desire of light and color in the morning.

        People, good morning!
        Find your peace
        And do not be apart
        With itself and with its fly,
        Sitting on the ceiling
        And die of boredom.

        P.S. World of illusions - this is what we need.
             We will build it and let it will be difficult,
             But the stars shine, and all ahead.
             And propadiene it be,
             What we think of the night.


                ri words

        I wanted to say would have three precious words
        Them for so long in my heart I carry.
        I would say the three magic words
        Three magic words: "I love you."
        Listen to the tune of easy and careless,
        Tender and gentle as the radiance of the day,
        As tears clean and like a fairy tale eternal
        Listen to their sounds and understand me.
        I just smile pretty eyes
        Sunny smile of the dawn,
        And the answer is not welcome in three words,
        A gentle smile gift.


                *

        Warm evening descended over the city,
        Stars shine brightly in the sky.
        I sit in smoke-filled room
        And sad about nesbytyh dreams.
        In the evening I wandered through the streets,
        Marveling at the beauty of the land,
        The leaves are red, yellow circle,
        Stands in my way.
        From whatever joy wrapped your knees,
        Wrapped roses to beautiful thin mill
        And, as if spellbound, would be standing, still not 
believing         What are you, your infinitely wondrous sight 
...         I am happy that I found you

        I am happy that I found love vision
        And I know that many years later
        You will be a
        All the same vision of a ghost!