Deja Vu #07
31 декабря 1997 |
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attempt at writing - Poems Bazhenova: pent, ponimaesh-sh-NIL ... reasons to rejoice a bit early October rain, cold ..., REMEMBER!, Loneliness, Waves splash over poop ... ozhdayas, we are here and die ... At perekretke two worlds.
AY-Track: "HAUZ ON THE SUN" __________________________________________ (C), Alexander Bazhenov / Ze Pagan __________________________________________ Hi everyone! It so happened that before exit DEJA VU # 06, Daniel'yu caught my eyes were misinterpreted verse three of which I was not on? 3 What to do while in the ranks of the Tor-3 and even the Soviet Armii.Naskol 3 KO's, I realized they liked him № 3 and Daniel persuaded me to hybrids, 3 tit at least some of them z 3 magazine. As it turned out later 3 (when the magazine was ready) ° 3 Daniel acted very cleverly - March 7, he opened a new section, the sav 3 mym obliging me to continue to stress 3 causeway their brains! Well done ¯ 3, it was nothing and that's what this March 3 came out. At this time there will be r 3 not only songs, but just poems. Chords I'm not going to give, do not see the need ... (C) 15.10.98 Pent, ponimaesh-sh-NIL ... ------------------------- I Lent frigidity of his life. Puffy face fortune silently hides. Russia - dog under the weight of chains In a huge kennel helplessly crying. In his misery beaten mongrel Does not claim more for a piece, Sop to throw, well, that and I am glad It's like to fill his belly for future use. II I did not understand, especially intentionally il Both bowed our people? After all, could not it all happen by chance, Would have said more, but numbs the mouth ... Where's the hero of the great powers? You have supplied them properly century after century. No time eh give birth and then by God, right With grief and hunger will die man! III Laugh? In vain, the blind man and he will see it. Feeder and purse has long been empty. Or maybe you think the owner would not hurt - Kick at the place that just below the tail! Yes I know, from the arrogance of such a Not only the dog scruff vzbuchit. And ours? Will be scratched behind the ear by hand - Fall down and roll up your legs! IV Let this be just between us, Do not feel like a lifetime to sit in the muck. Some poet said about us in verse b "Dog's Life - Dog's Death !"... ----------------------------------------- Reasons for not a lot of joy, Reasons to be sad the whole pond! Born, lived, worked poorly "In the depths of Siberian mines. In quest of the eternal and futile He had not regained peace of mind. He was a "white" and a "red" "Green" has been and was "colored." So thirsty for revenge, and then glory Crown of creation to be like. His brow was crowned with laurels Only god he did not have time to become. But the sky of human rights. LORD called to answer for. He commanded in the crypt of flog: "Life - On demand - Death ... ----------------------------------------- Already a cold October rain I pour out their sadness, And the wind howling dog hungry The trees viciously tearing foliage And I is not up to joy, Today I am sick soul. Baska cracking either with a hangover And only by such identities. Oblivion, we are looking in many respects: Who potion whips, who is blue. Propene country for the sake of God, We generously reward the devil! Well, horny, a lot of vodka? Your hour of the show today! And I splash a little more I feel sorry for myself - I said ... ----------------------------------------- (C) 1985-1986 REMEMBER! -------- I Tell me how the pain is stuck at his lips, When your friend did not come out of its dive. Tell us how the tears in his eyes melted, When the car is running around on fire. II Let pass, and many will forget Fire and echoes the days of the war. But we can not forget, it was so and so will Black crosses buzzing silence. III I see it as "Messer" suddenly comes into the tail Such as steel and foremost, panting, sews. As the machine draws in sudorge Runnings! About all this people tell me. IV Tell me how the fear of piercing needle, when Suddenly opened last backup. When the glassy worth in your eyes All your life, and heaven in the clouds ... ----------------------------------------- SOLITUDE ---------- I When the flicker and vanish in the hectic Last silhouette in the doorway, I stay alone in a sad emptiness Like a fish out of water in a huge pond. And in the sparks of an electric arc Painting a picture of the float, Friends gone tentative steps Turning a corner, silently melting. II And again, only with you alone, Merging in a silent conversation Curtain, door, painting on the wall Yes moonlight in shy dress. But the echoes of silent dialogue Born, immediately go out in silence, And only sometimes a creaking door, Yes fly zazhuzhzhit suddenly on the glass ... ----------------------------------------- Waves splash over the stern. Somewhere in the muffled noise of the surf - Forever! Covering the globe, Path sparkles on me - Milky. Everyone wants to live better, Everyone wants to probably be - first! But against the current all float, All too often, sometimes for rent - Nerves. You say that a broken door And the soul is free now - Stupidity! You say to each other do not believe. Let's not look for a waste-Stupidity. You say you're destined to forget The fact that all the long lost - Fidelity! You say that you do not care And that remains at the heart of one - The Audacity of ... ----------------------------------------- Being born, we will immediately die, To be reborn again, forever. Like atoms, we return to life Withdrawn into the circle lived years. And closed loop, unbreakable connection Inside our century lived. And just podnyavshisya out of the mud We can step through immortality. It is increasingly pushing ahead Its curtain nature reluctantly And just last blurs the line, Because the atoms in place is not worth it. Thorny our way, but we are invincible. The road is not the limit and not the end! Take off into nothingness, and we proudly soar, Deservedly will regain the crown! ----------------------------------------- (C) 28.10.98 * At the crossroads of two worlds I met the demon of sadness. In a country deceptive gods, That the path to nothingness I pointed out. Screaming noon beat languor And writhed in the throes of the earth. As I painfully familiar to all! In despair, I thought. And only he, the envoy of the night I replied to all full: "You become so, by whom it pleases you; Your soul I do not need. " Two black demon of sadness His gaze cast through the years. We are the ones you've been waiting for! Remove Well hats, ladies and gentlemen ... -----------------------------------------
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