Creativity - My darkest Poems by Kuzmich.
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RELIGION! STOP, ONE, TWO!
Walk in line and in step
Very pleasing to God.
And alone, on virgin soil -
Satan can see anything.
* * *
Games on the sand
Adepts of the word
Walls and foreheads
The foundations are cracking.
A tear drips
Double bowl
Where are they, traces,
Are the fragments ours?
* * *
Do you want to breathe?
Breathe, it's easy.
But don't think thatbreathing
Will bring you joy...
* * *
IT'S HARD TO BE AN IDIOT
Liquid pus flowing from the ear
Hemorrhoids torment the anus
Rheumatism breaks bones
Beer hurts my stomach.
IT'S GOOD TO FLY THROUGH THE SKY!
Cars roar outside the window
There are rednecks milling around in the yard
Someone is howling with a guitar
About my army life.
IT'S HARD TO BE AN IDIOT!
* * *
DEATH OF A COCKROACH
Where are you crawling, you bastard?
Along a shabby wall?
And why, motherfucker,
Are you an eyesore for me?!!!
Smack!!!
* * *
WONDERFUL FRUIT
Cedar branch-
tree of life,
It will bear great fruit.
And lemon and orange
With this fruit
can't compare.
Even the date is sucrose
What is burdock in comparison?
With vegetables
thick skinned.
He is a gift to pacifists,
So that you don't eat meat
Didn't grab your stomach
From lack of product.
Well, if it’s on the shelves
This fic will suddenly appear
All the people
having filled my belly
Will stop vile cutting
Pig and livestock.And from the joy of this
In a huge friendly crowd
The common man will move
In xunapu yes metalheads.
They will sing and have fun
Under the "kicks"
yes under "Hell Razer"
Girl grab
for the denim ass
And hang out with them
Into the strawberry meadows
Loading wisely with beer
And others
hektapom strong...
.......................
And all you need is
Hill find where the cherry is
Has been growing for centuries
And pluck from a vigorous branch
This coconut is great!
* * *
Everything changes
Everything happens
excellent
Time cancels everything
Growing on its side -
A glimpse of a gardener
copper and bronze
In the city of Petra
With a snake
Under the hooves of anger.
Strips into stripes
Barrel,
siren,
We tied the shadows with a hoop.
Brother's dairy
sisters grazing
On the slopes
Etna dusty.
But Odysseus cannot go there
get there -
The quagmire will drag on
Midnight Hephaestus
growing,
melt
Tower of a dead tankDripping with copper -
The gardener is crying
Copper and bronze
The snake is crying
young viper
Stuck in Summer
Summer and heat
St. Petersburg...
* * *
Looking on a plane
Place of being
Knowing for sure -
Flatness is vicious
However, ignorance of the date
Not durable
Forever strong
Mirages of existence...
* * *
GUNIAVYE ORAVY
Rotten mobs
Those who do not tolerate kinship,
Loitering lazily
In the vicinity of the cross.
Staring at Jesus
And they eat the seeds
And ascend to heaven,
They stubbornly don't want to.
* * *
THE WIZARD WHO FORGOT ABOUT THE RULES
SAFETY PRECAUTIONS.
Insidious magic guise
It's only beautiful in the light.
You hide your duplicity in it
And emptiness of intellect.
Your beauty cannot be demolished
And my heart burns with passion.
But against a concrete wall
Only dynamite will help.
That's why, casting a spell
Think before you start.
Not everyone has the power to create worlds -
Reason can let us down.
DEATH OF AN ARCHANGELO creator of the Dawn! You drank away the Archangel's halo, you
lost his chariot to the demons of gambling. And now, vomit
on the bed - a bribe from Morpheus, you remember the lost
youth, when you killed Sphinxes with the light of your mind. But
time has defeated you. You're flabby, you're wandering around
You go to the bars of Armageddon and drink cheap ambrosia.
Even the guard ghosts no longer salute you, but
fellow archangels openly mock you...
A final wave of vomit shakes you. And grimacing from
disgust, you understand that it’s time... With difficulty getting up and
dragging saggy, once white, but now
indeterminate shade, wings, hobbling towards
written altar and pulled out an old
tested lightning, pull the trigger...
* * *
Hero of Tired Transformations
Why do you wander among people?
Why are you decomposing hymns,
On heoprahuky ideas?
* * *
POINT
The mountains rise powerfully!
The mountains sneeze on point
The point sneezes on the mountains...
* * *
Disabled mental war
Gather in the shadow of the axiom
Infernal thunders will sing to you
About the adherents of the 4th line.
* * *
Cockroaches run by
Before looking atliving
Behind the glass of familiar life
From lunch to payday...
* * *
Why do I need a human mask?
Hide your eyes from the fangs...
* * *
TO THE EXILES...
We're leaving for the West
On a leaden night
Breath of the Wind
Unable to help.
Unfurl the sails
Warships
Return to Peloram
Through the darkness of the seas.
* * *
OCCUPATIONAL THERAPY
Glue envelopes
In a bright room
In a white coat -
Occupational therapy.
* * *
Stop in the dust of the roads
Stop at the end of the road
Somewhere for many centuries
Life flows down like a stream of sand
Stop at the end of the roads
Look back one day
On the roads of distant shores
Btekaet life lived...
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