воскресенье, 25 марта 2012 г.

After depression

Early Sunday morning,
Empty dreams in bed,
Black coffee sound pouring
As silver rain on land,
My scielent lip`s numb feeling
Spred out ,hurt the soul,
Lord,give me courage dealing
With path to rich Your goal.
I step on swampy puddles,
Sanking in the dirt,
Remembering tight cuddles,
 Brief hanging pause was short,
Recalling how happy I used to feel when he
Got sobber for brief moment,
And let me call us -we.
Forgive me,broken patience,
Like spine from skeleton,
Does let confused intentions
Poke  over sharp green thorn.
I don`t deserve a dollar,
Cover me, new fate,
Turn over my bipolar,
And let me simply date.


I`m gonna kiss your eys with tender
Wet humble smile on happy face,
My dear guest, you will surrender
Dissolving in a messy space.
I`m gonna kiss your lips hot ,wild and slow,
Befor the dawn`s horizon glow,
Before the sun warms up the land,
My rythms with music from the band
Will make your palms soak up in sweat
And turn away big fog-regret.
Why am I  so open-hearted?
My feelings were alredy darted,
With arrows a while ago,
I should of made him simply go,
Before deep wrinkles and big forms
Grew over simple dating norms.
Please, be with me ,when I am crying,
You`re far away while I am dieing,
From freezing cold, your short straight talk,
Will give me analgetic shock.
It is one thirty in the morning,
Can`t sleep from frozen bitter tonic
Which called divorse of separations
Among depressed and teased split nations.


You are going, I am running,
You are cycling, I am cunning,
You are egipcian, I am from  Ukraine
You kiss like magician, I can not complane.
You are workhogolic at day and at night,
My spouse - alkhogolik, my road is tight.
You drink scotish whisky a shot at a time,
I sip pieces risky, with a drops of the lime.
You know a lot of path and dark drama,
I bearly learned the name of your mama,
You say what is neede, I talk like a bird,
My mouth `s too wide, and toung far from short,
Forgive me, my dear,I  may be too much,
With hot crazy feelings, my poetry`s touch
Will go through you over fears with tears,
Add up at the bar couple dark coldest beers,
Be happy, my baby, I miss you too much,
Gift me tomorrow red roses bunch!

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