Poetry - SwordShaker.

Track: TocKa... Чbq,uHTepecHo?           
Author: Macros,feb'2001,Kotlas,Russia    
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 Dear readers! Judging by your responses
Kam, you really liked the texts
Swordshaker. Therefore, in this number I re-
I wanted to post a few more of his creations.
I just want to remind you that creations
this author contain a special flavor and
carry special, indescribable sensations and
therefore they are not edited.
Everyone who shares the views of the author and wants
contact him - contact him. For example,
via Kotsoft...                        
                                         
                                         
 (C) Swordshaker                         
                                         
                                         
 "Oblique"                  
                                         
                                         
                                         
                       Достала           
                       Бухая             
                       Меня болезнь!     
                       Открыла           
                       Пузырь я          
                       У меня есть:      
                       Commander,        
                       Awaken            
                       Гитара            
                       И Бакен!          
                       Сушите            
                       Портянки          
                       И выпьем          
                       По банке!         
                                         
                                         
 Ни я не тыand not her                     
 Neither on nor nor by the window                   
 Neither below nor above nor above                
 Neither borscht nor fish soup is cooked                 
 And I - well, who am I? Fetishist               
 I dance samba in twist style              
 And you are nobody and the hell with it                
 You will have it!                     
 My angel of light without stockings               
 Drops from the ceiling                    
 I plaster and then                  
 Among the crowds and furious angstrem          
 Devil of hell! Here it is                     
 His vile grain                     
 It has been planted for centuries                     
 And it hasn’t sprouted yet                   
 And I - well, who am I? How do you know          
 What am I destined to dream about?               
 Yes, and this is not your lot                    
 Cross my limit            
 The geranium has wilted, so be it               
 You are sad, but what do I need to be sad?         
 Why drink, and what do you mean to me?            
 What do I care about the smell of grass?                
 And there is nothing dearer to me in the world,                
 Than the voice of my betrothed                  
 Awarded to me, not to you              
 Not to sounds and not to voices                 
 Not a drop of morning dew                  
 Not where the clock is ticking                 
 Not where there is no one                  
 Not close and not far                   
 Where you haven't gone beforeneither me nor you               
 Where flowers bloom for us           
 Where the air is moist like a tear            
 Where there is no beginning and no end                  
 Where the waves guard the shore                
 And where are the mermaids right there?               
 Shining, beckoning with songs                   
 They attract me, they attract me...           
                                         
                                         
                                         
 "Pancakes"                   
                                         
                                         
 Beyond the limits of existence                     
 Where I always hang out                   
 Teaching birds to                     
 They shit on your forehead,                 
 I live and dream                       
 How divine they are!                    
 What's your rubbish to me?                 
 What is morning, night and day to me!              
 How I am mired in sins,               
 I found myself in pancakes.                  
                                         
                                         
                                         
 "Michael Jackson"              
                                         
                                         
 IReached perfection                   
 Realized nirvana                          
 And merged with the world.                       
 I                                       
 My Eminence                      
 Marijuana                               
 I share with my idol.                         
                                         
 We                                      
 The days and nights are so long                    
 And there is no salvation anywhere                    
 From dark bonds.                           
 We                                      
 We love you all very much                 
 At the behest of the pike                      
 We eat watermelon.                        
 "Uncle Joker"                
                                         
                                         
 Uncle Joker - dig, dig!              
 Give us some vodka, come on!               
 Let's drink and drink together!            
 We will dig together with you!            
 Uncle Joker - drill, drill!            
 On the octave of the second burley!                 
 And Sauron will build a fence.                
 From Batman - nails, from Frost - concrete!     
                                         
                                         
                                         
 "She"                    
                                         
                                         
 Where is she?                             
 She is there!                             
 Who is she with?                           
 How is she?                             
 She is for me!                             
 She is for us!                              
 She's a dick!                             
 Fuck you all!                          
                                         
                                         
                                         
 "Kotsoft"                 
                                         
                                         
 Kotsoft, Kotsoft,                       
 Come to me!                           
 Find                                   
 On a cracked wall                     
 My medals                              
 And socks.                                
 I'm there too                           
 Find it.                               
                                         
                                         
                                         
 "Felix" Felix, Felix, you are mighty!               
 Quasimode among the Chukchi!                   
 You are formatting for the EU,                   
 You went into the source code.                   
 You render sewn-covered,                
 You... You're cooler than cuprumfeet!            
 You even code like a hero...                
 Who the fuck are you?..          
                                         
                                         
                                         
 "Zinaida-Katerina"             
                                         
                                         
 I hid you. Where are you, where?       
 I'll sew you on with nylon thread!         
 In a new spiral, on a new turn...      
 I remembered! You are in the bathroom, behind the tiles    
                               tiles!