@_GeminiWrld
Funny and handsome
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Let them eat brother!
One says that My children are dwarfs That no one seems taller Than the other. That they never take a bath That they are soiled. That they eat lice From their clothes Let them eat, brothers, Until the system changes, Until exploitation ends; Let them eat brother, Because we are on the way To build Ujamaa But, at present, The system has not changed. Let them eat, brother, Because the rich nations Are not yet ready To die a little So that the poor nation may live: Let them eat, brother, Because the rich man Is not yet ready To die a little So that the poor man may live Let them drink water, Let them eat air, Let them digest the sunshine Because that is what I can afford to buy. Meanwhile I wait For Uhuru to flower, For Uhuru to come When the time is ripe. Let them eat brother, Because the rich man Is convinced that It’s because I’m lazy That they don’t have food. That they don’t have good health. That they wear rags. And that their house Is like an abandoned hut Let them eat brother Because the rich man Thinks that it’s because I don’t plan my family Let them eat brother. Because the rich man Does not like to hear That he is rich Because of me That I work hard, But for him and Not for myself That it’s only because I’m a slave of a system That I lead a poor life.
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Last day on earth
If this was your last day on earth Would you waste or make it worth Live like it's your death or your birth If this was your last day on earth? Some say the will buy all the things they need yeah! Some say they will regret the bad things they did yeah! Some say they make this last day their last best deed oh! And I said i wanna show... If this was my last day on earth I will make it worth Live it like it's my birth If this was the last day on earth What would you do? Some say they'll laugh out the whole day long Some say they'll forget the fears and be just strong Some say they'll think of the times when they were wrong And I say.... If this was my last day on earth I will make it worth Live it like it's my birth If this was the last day on earth  Then I just walked amongst a group of rich and poor Asked them what would they like to do? The rich said they'll forget the money, the status the power They'll sing and gift everyone a rose flower The poor said they're happy and make their next life better They'll pray they'll be educated and could write a letter Some say they'll sing like there's no other hour Some say they'll dance like they're blooming like a flower Some say they'll tell their loved ones how much they care Some say they teach the bullies f*ck up now they dare But you know what i say.... If you live each day like your last day on earth Think how much life would be worth How happy you'll be with no fear There will be smiles no tear You'll always care for your dear You'll do what you swear You'll never think you need a chance to take a new birth So think that today is your last day on earth No meaning in this life  As fire rages out  All shadows disappear Till the end  In dust Yet the sun will shine like a Bright star in the sullen sky  Shimmering To the emptiness called  Earth  This universe lives  Breathes  It grows  So one day we will meet up again  Somewhere  We knows
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Superpowers
A five year old asked me once: "If you could pick one superpower, what would you choose?" His head was filled with the sounds of glorious proclamations and imaginary battles where the bad guys are killed, and everybody wins. I smiled at him, and told him I would be a water bender Because Kitara kicks butt. He ran away gleefully to tell children he thinks are his friends about it, and I was left alone to ponder over the bodies of bad guys.   And I realized I had just lied to a five year old.   If I could choose a superpower, If I could choose If I could choose I would choose the power to forgive anybody Kinda a let-down for a five year old, huh? But life, Life is full of let downs. I was let down when I saw my superman lift weights- Yet not able to uplift hearts- because his own was broken by a skeleton in the ground. I've been let down by women with x-ray vision seeing into my perversion, finally turn away weeping for the sins of humanity. I know I could be the fastest man in eternity, and still not outpace my guilt or mortality.   Still I see that the world is saved for another day! Except we still have gangs Except we still have war And I realize the only power we all learn to master is how to turn invisible So nobody can see our faults. And when we do so, when we turn invisible, We can't be forgiven: Nobody can see my faults, because nobody can see me. So to survive we have to be invisible and to forgive we have to be vulnerable and unable to do either I slip to the ether-     I changed my mind. I pick water bending. So when this five year old comes back to me, nursing a black eye and weeping, wishing he was strong enough to fight back, I try to tell him about... Jesus and about forgiving your enemies.   But he's just beginning to experience the expedience of evil He hasn't yet tried with every muscle in his body to turn to his bullies and lay out the fact that he was hurt. And his abusers have never learned how to let go of their need for control, and whisper "I'm sorry". So that we can contort our mouths and squeeze out those simple words, ... "I forgive you". If that happened, maybe we could all be saved; But it doesn't So all I can offer my five year old is a hug An ice pack and silence.
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Blessed Myself
There's a little secret I would like to tell you There's a book of lies I know they'll to sell you And they'll try, and they'll try To convince you to buy You need them So the next time you're down Look inside not around I can bless myself There's no need for someone's help There's no one to blame There's no one to save you but yourself I can justify All the mistakes in my life It's taught me to be, it's givin' me And I'll survive 'Cause I have blessed myself I have searched the world to find There's nothing better Than me, myself and I can come together And I know for fact There's a spirit I lack or defend Yeah I've been through it all Just to find in the end I can bless myself There's no need for someone's help There's no one to blame There's no one to save you but yourself I can justify All the mistakes in my life It's taught me to be, it's givin' me And I'll survive 'Cause I have blessed myself Do you ever wonder How anything can make you cry Have yourself discover That the pain you feel is the pain that you deny In your life So open up your eyes You can bless yourself There's no need for someone else There's no one to blame There's no one to save you but yourself You can justify All the mistakes in your life And you'll survive 'Cause you have blessed yourself.
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How far I'll go
I've been staring at the edge of the water 'Long as I can remember, never really knowing why I wish I could be the perfect daughter But I come back to the water, no matter how hard I try Every turn I take, every trail I track Every path I make, every road leads back To the place I know, where I can not go, where I long to be See the line where the sky meets the sea? It calls me And no one knows, how far it goes If the wind in my sail on the sea stays behind me One day I'll know, if I go there's just no telling how far I'll go I know everybody on this island, seems so happy on this island Everything is by design I know everybody on this island has a role on this island So maybe I can roll with mine I can lead with pride, I can make us strong I'll be satisfied if I play along But the voice inside sings a different song What is wrong with me? See the light as it shines on the sea? It's blinding But no one knows, how deep it goes And it seems like it's calling out to me, so come find me And let me know, what's beyond that line, will I cross that line? The line where the sky meets the sea? It calls me And no one knows, how far it goes If the wind in my sail on the sea stays behind me One day I'll know, how far I'll go
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I wish I was Badass
I wish I was badass             people took me seriously             I wore contacts, not glasses             I actually had that piercing             my tattoos were cooler             my scars were sexier Sitting in a corner  A cigarette lit up in my hand  Recurring scenes of mayhem One test worse than the last A breaking point  I had enough  A gun in one hand Decisions to be made  A kiss to the weapon  Dropping the danger Lifted myself from the hiding spot  Moving on Realising Am not only going to keep falling  Attacks will keep coming  Weapons will keep appearing  But i will always be laying them down That will make me The badass you ever loved
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I'm fine - just tired
Suffocating, she can't catch her breath Panicking, she grasping for anything to prevent this death Shrieking, she's screaming in fear She's afraid of everything that is near Alone, she's so alone but there are so many people standing in her presence But amongst them she feels like she's not in existence No one understands her depression On the outside they see a very different perception They look at her ever so lovely smile Their knees buckle at her laugh they can hear for a mile Her beauty so strong it makes others so weak Her hair, her complexion always so sleek Her radiance just lightens the room Her presence always in full bloom You never would have guessed that underneath it all Is a girl that stands only two inches tall Sunken in such miserable pain Anguished her heart is already slain Her beauty that she can't see Thoughts swirling that she can't set free Searching and searching for a way to evade That's the first time she picked up the blade Dragging it across her skin with such precision A rush of relief in this one incision Again and again, each time feeling a release At last, a few precious moments of peace Unable to explain the joy that she feels She drags the blade over and over with thrill Addicted she becomes to the freedom she receives This is the only way she believes Motivated by those moments she felt She found her way to deal with the disease she was dealt Disapproving eyes judge her scars Not looking past into her memoirs She doesn't care, she will do it again Despite being told self harm is a sin She will cut and cut until it ends Rather it be the pain or her life that suspends The moral of the story is do not judge Look deep down inside her and find the trudge The long path that lead her to this pivotal place Try understanding the circumstances that put her in this space Read her, she's an open book It's up to you to open the binding and take a look What are you afraid of, the story you may find? Or the backlash for not seeing the warning signs? Step back, take the time, make it right, help her back Back to a place she deserves to be Happy, healthy, and set free.
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Blood Tears
Like a drug, so addicting The rush, the release, the warmth I thought I could stop as I pleased Oh, was I wrong 1 turned to 2 which turned to 3, 4 You cannot stop It burns deep inside you The most primal, most animalistic, most real It's inside everyone, you are just too weak to see This void inside my body that needs to be filled Death Death is life All I do is assist life by becoming death Bathing in it My need to kill Our need to kill We all feel it, but you are too scared to act "Animals" they call us, not even human But how can such a beautiful, natural, thing be so hated The scared Must be vanquished Only those worthy Worthy of the blood The warmth, the life of one being taken by another You cannot stop once you start The hunger grows The need to bath The need to feast It is true love It is true life The love of death and murder To be covered in blood Ah, I'm joking I promise
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Spared!
Out walking together, yes, you’ll be seen by the members of the public, but you are very much in your own world, so there’s no shame in stopping for a peck on the lips atop a big hill or a snuggle next to a duck pond If you’re holding hands on a busy street, make sure you’re not blocking the path of anyone behind you, because wars have started over less. We’re thrilled you find yourself swathed in romantic bliss but we need to get a sandwich  and we have only 20 minutes of lunch break left. You can, I have it on good authority, be spellbound by your lover and cognisant of people trying to get the hell past you. Can we also talk about how far you should go? Please, please spare us the arse-grab. Naturally the successor to the fairly inoffensive hand-holding, the arse-grab is the ultimate statement of ownership. It’s most popular in queues and “best” viewed from behind, as your audience watches in horror as your hand graduates from cupping the buttock of your beloved to the spidery wanderings of a finger searching for somewhere to hide. The palpitations of your partner are nothing compared to your poor rear spectator, frightened they’re about to witness something that will be seared into their retinas for decades to come. Cup if you must, but don’t prod in public. Also popular, especially among the young or those whose teenage years were the “best years of their lives”, is the mobile arse-grab: walking down the street with your hands tucked into the back of each other’s jeans. Fine for undergraduates desperate to flaunt their sexuality as an achievement – in lieu of any decent marks for their coursework, usually – but perhaps best to give it a rest if you have any kind of responsibilities such as a career, children or a toaster’s crumb tray to clean.
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Where Am I?
Где я? Вы часто удивляетесь Ты говоришь мое имя, как будто оно из-под Вы думаете, что убили меня, вы думаете, что я мертв! Очень плохо для тебя! Вы уже сбежали Прежде чем они нашли меня! Я был спасен Из всего, что вы были, все, что вы жаждали Вы утащили меня на облака Но я не мог видеть сквозь твои ясные кожухи Вы украли меня, с обещаниями любви И клянется, что ты покажешь мне выше Моя жизнь здесь, моя судьба опечатана в камне Но ты никогда не говорил, что оставишь меня в покое! Твои слова сделали меня нежной, твои слова застряли во мне Я не могу поверить, что ты был действительно мерзавцем! Ты утащил меня в темную комнату Посмеиваясь над тем, как ты знал, это скоро станет моей гибелью Это было там, в тени, которую ты взял у меня Что не должна увидеть ни в чем не повинная девушка Ваше сердце холодное, ваши пальцы мерзнут Вы не были новичком в этой вещи под названием убийство Ты ласкал меня, твои губы еще холоднее И по мере того, как моменты шли дальше, ты становился еще смелее! Смеясь со злом, адским, тревожащим восторгом День исчез в долгой ночи Все больше и больше прикосновений, но потом ты устал И, как вы убеждали, вы стали веселей Игрушка для вашего удовольствия, я был готов, вы предполагали Когда ты снова коснулся меня, мое тело расцвело Так как вы видели меня в последний раз, мы оба сильно изменились И наши чувства друг к другу очень сильно различались! Это было не для тебя! Я так долго спасал Вы сказали мне, что было бы хорошо, если бы я просто вел себя Моя борьба и хныканье прекратились Как ты вонзил и вытащил из моего священного хранилища Я поклялся отомстить, я жаждал возмездия Но я бы никогда не нашел такого приятного решения Тепло пульсировало через меня, разрушая мою душу На тысячи штук! Это была ваша цель? Наконец со мной покончено, ты очистил свою кожу от моей Оставив меня в покое в этом забытом храме Вы быстро продвинулись на протяжении всего побега Твоя классная манера вздымающейся плащи Чтобы скрыть свою работу в темноте Где я лежу, моя жизнь едва искра Чтобы передать мои сообщения тебе Моя жизнь - просто пятнышко на твоем убийственном веселье И ужасная боль, я сделал лицо Как мое существование стерло Моя крайняя агония исчезла Как ночь скатилась в день Мигающие огни, крики машин Они не могли убрать скрытые шрамы Так страшно было и мне, и моей семье Они думали, что поняли, они думали, что знали Но никто из них не мог видеть в глубине души Я хотел бы умереть там, я хотел бы утонуть В твоих поцелуях и прикосновениях, и только тогда это закончилось Так что мне не пришлось жить сейчас, вспоминая это снова! И добрая, добрая леди, изменила мое имя И убрал меня, как будто это была какая-то извращенная игра Моя жизнь возродилась, теперь ночь прошла В моей новой жизни появился новый рассвет Я видел тебя снова, кто думал, что я мертв Мои волосы были теперь окрашены, мои глаза наполнились страхом Я мог просто смотреть, с водянистыми глазами Сквозь твои озорные блески, полные лжи Как вы покачали другого, с вашим обаянием И у нее не было чувства тревоги! Она была слишком доверчива, ее сердце было таким чистым Пока я смотрел, я пролил одну слезу ...
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I' d Do it for U
I spotted you as you entered the room, Found your friends and took your seat, My mind captivated by your charms, You were someone I just had to meet. I mentally rehearsed my lines, As I wandered over to say hello, I just had to give it a shot, For you I surely needed to know. You smiled at me as I approached, Your eyes sparkled in the light, Looking even better as I got close, Everything just felt so right. We talked as if we had met before, We both felt at ease from the start, Your beauty and charm held my gaze, As you worked your way into my heart. Time passed quickly as we continued to talk, We were both having such a ball, It was little surprise when I suggested a date, You gave me your number and told me to call. Quite elated when I went home that night, As I lie awake in bed, I could not help but think of you, Or get you out of my head. Knowing soon we’d meet again, Just the two of us, you and me, Just pass the time over a bottle of wine, And discuss what we could be. I call you up and arrange a date, Dinner at a local romantic place, As I drive on over to pick you up, I’m imagining your lovely face. When I get to your house and ring your bell, You greet me at the door, I can’t help but think of how good you look, Or of what may lie in store. I open the door as you get in the car, We drive to the eating spot, I can’t help but glance over at you, Thinking how you look so hot. We park the car and I walk you on in, Taking your soft hand in mine, I can’t help but feel so very proud, To be with a girl so fine. The hostess shows us to our seats, A quiet table just for two, I can’t help but think how good it feels, To be with a pretty girl just like you. The conversation begins to flow, Just like it had before, Soon the jokes and laughs begin, Of you I never bore. The waitress comes to take our order, For our drinks and our food, Your eyes reflect the candlelight, Which sets a romantic mood. In a little while our dinner is served, Everything is just right, Again I notice how lovely you look, In the soft candlelight. When we finish and the table cleared, We talk as I stare at your pretty face, I want my time with you to continue, So I suggest we go to another place. We agree to go to a local nightclub, To enjoy dancing and a band, We make our way from the table, As I offer you my hand. When we get outside, under the moon, It’s hard for me to not stare, As you look so lovely in the moonlight, Reflected in your hair. We get to the club just across town, We walk hand in hand to the door, Again my mind is starting to race, With thoughts of what’s in store. As we enter into the crowded room, Once again I feel so proud, To be with the prettiest girl of all, The finest in the crowd. We wander over to the bar, And find ourselves a seat, But pretty soon we’re on the floor, Both moving to the beat. Your arms around me as we move, Holding me so tight, I can’t recall a single thing, That ever felt so right. Our movements locked together, As if they seemed to rhyme, Our bodies dancing cheek to cheek, Just two partners in crime. While moving to the music, Bodies in a gentle sway, No words needed to be spoken, Nothing we needed to say. Our undulating motions, Hip to hip we were wed, Had more to say than any tale, Or mere words ever said. Our continued rhyming movements, Thinly disguised as dance, Told of a story yet to be told, Hinted at future romance. As we danced away the evening, Generating a lover’s heat, Once again our gazes locked, And our eyes again did meet. We both knew we had to move along, As we gazed in each other’s face, After a few loving words exchanged, You suggested we go to your place. Hand in hand we ran back outside, Like teenagers on a date, Both knowing there was more to come, An inescapable fate. Once again we went to the car, And made that fateful drive, Both of us thinking the same thing, Both anxious to arrive. We parked the car in your driveway, After what seemed such a long ride, We got to the door as you got your key, We both ran to get inside. Once inside our passions soared, As our eyes again did meet, What mutual attraction had started, Ended in kisses so sweet. We kissed and touched that lovely night, As fires began to burn, Both wanting to find the things, For which we both did yearn. Fondling like kids on a date, With more touching and soft caress, We lead each other up the stairs, Both starting to undress. We stand before each other face-to-face, And pull each other tight, I hold you close as we lock lips, With a teasing little bite. Finally away from the maddening crowd, So glad we are alone, I continue kissing down your neck, As you softly emit a moan. I continue with my soft kisses, Going down your chest, Taking my sweet time as I stop, To fondle your breast. I give attention to each nipple, A soft delicate bite, Again you emit a soft moan, As you savor your delight. I continue with my advances, Working carefully with my lips, What I don’t get with my mouth, I touch with my fingertips. I slowly move my hand downward, Towards the waiting prize, As I slowly move my fingers, Between your creamy thighs. My head moves slowly lower, Slowly heading south, What I miss with my fingertips, I handle with my mouth. My fingers enter your waiting canal, I gently start to pet, My attention seems to be working, You seem to be quite wet. I see where more attention is needed, As I hold you by the hips, I bring my head closer to better serve, As I start to lick your lips. As I continue my sucking, You are starting to squirm, Still holding you tight, My tool is getting firm. Your arousal undeniable, Your moans soft and low, You respond to my every touch, As your juices start to flow. I position myself between your legs, As I spread them nice and wide, I gently position my engorged tip, As I prepare to go inside. I slowly enter your waiting canal, It feels so soft and tight, I start to push my way on in, Soon with all my might. My motions start to escalate, Soon I‘m on a roll, My pumping takes on a new zest, As I start to lose control. I start to pump, I start to hump, Soon I start to pound, I’m getting my daily exercise, Entering your mound. I’m a man on fire, I’ll never tire, Doing everything I can, I want to be your lover, I want to be your man. Soon I explode as I shoot my load, I fill you with my cream, You call my name, as you came, Like a perfect dream. We take it in stride, this perfect ride, We were privileged to share tonight, Soon we are lying side by side, Under the soft candlelight. Again we talk of the moment we shared, What brought us together in this special time, And how we became the perfect pair, Like partners in the perfect crime. We lie side by side talking for hours, And agree that we should do this again, Making plans for our near future, Talking about our where and when. Talking about how fate brought us together, Like two passing ships in the night, How just a casual glance could bring, On something that just felt so right. How two people once so apart, Could somehow meet as we have done, Could spend a simple evening together, And somehow join together as one. We discuss our special circumstance, Was it luck, or just some chance? That two people should happen to meet, And make each other so complete. Like two ships that pass in the night, We loved as one with all our might, Because one of us took a chance, We shared this special lover’s dance. And knowing that we’ll do it again, Just two creatures who became friends, Who somehow shared a secret desire, To dance amidst the raging fire. And before their special evening was done, Would dance together and become one, And our dance amongst the raging light, Would somehow become our special night. A privileged dance few people share, There’s nothing else that can compare, And of all the gifts from up above, There is nothing greater than the gift of love. Of two people who laughed and dined, Whose lives somehow intertwined, And how perchance two lives could mesh, And start off something so new and fresh. And wipe away all the tears, And wash away all the fears, And wash away all the dirt, And wipe away all the hurt. Two ships just pass in the night, Experiencing something that feels so right, If there was only one thing I could do, I would do this, do it for you.
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Just the way was meant to be
Однажды в мысли Меня не было все было нормально без меня просто способ она должна была быть. Стереть с память каждого это было только о них ничто не повлияло на меня. С небольшими отличиями на один стул меньше все было хорошо просто способ она должна была быть без меня.
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Know Me
Время от времени, когда Когда я сражаюсь рядом с людьми, я хочу верить, что это плохо кончается. Делать слухи, слухи, которые сделают тебя **** и разрушают то, что у тебя было. Тихий и застенчивый, застенчивый, теперь даже все еще заключенный в большую старую ракушку. Мне больно внутри, внутри моего разума, потерянного в этой подлой матрице, Ты не можешь сказать. Мои бывшие лежат рядом со мной, ключевое слово ложь, И я никогда больше не буду доверять другой девушке. Заполненные кусочки, кусочки моего сердца я бросил в мусор в отчаянных притонах. Любовь это другая форма, формы слабости, Не позволяй всему этому идти своей большой головой. Жизнь на грани, линия разрушения, и вы чувствуете, что ваша жизнь такая мертвая.
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Transient
I want to be available to the people who love me. I want to be there emotionally, physically, financially. I want to be their shoulder their crutch, their solace. The person who does not drop anything. I want to give the feeling of lightness to every being walking this earth. Every human, creature, and plant as they grow up fast. I want to be nutrition, a steadfast superhuman so unfazed, so cool-headed. It infuriates me that I'm not this person.  It should be so easy to give. If I just get my **** together, I've repeated on and off again the last five years. But somehow, I always manage to waste enough time to get there,  but late. When I have nothing  left, a hollow person someone gave too many tries. Still, the people I love tell me I'm wise, an angel body. Like they must justify, who I am, the imposter  the transient, always planning, for when she can run away again.
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Paranoid
The mystery which never existed but repeated as they all talked about. It never occurred the scenes planted in their minds never played out. No one questions none gives answers they leave it the way They still fear stay clear paranoid of the stillness  They shiver when they hear the dogs barking They see shadows down the streetlight They don't forget their flashlight. They are all bound everyone regrets still stay at the edge The morning mist reminds them the mishap that never happened This morose neighbourhood waits for the rains to wash away the stains.
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Black Spirit
Положи этот пакет с картофельными чипсами, этот белый хлеб, бутылка поп. Выключите этот мобильный телефон, компьютер и пульт дистанционного управления. Откройте дверь, затем закройте ее позади себя. Вдохните, предложенные дружественными ветрами. Они путешествуют по земле собирать эссенции растений для очистки. Отдай с благодарностью. Если вы поете, это поднимет ваш дух, чтобы летать к ушам звезд и обратно. Признать эту землю, которая заботилась о вас, так как вы были мечта, заложенная именно в желании ваших родителей. Пусть твои мокасины отведут тебя в лагерь опекуны, которые знали вас раньше времени, которые будут там после времени. Они сидят перед огнем, который был там без времени Пусть земля стабилизирует ваши постколониальные нестабильные колебания. Быть уважительным к маленьким насекомым, птицам и животным людям кто тебя сопровождает Просите у них прощения за вред, который мы, люди, принесли вниз на них. Не волнуйся. Сердце знает путь, хотя там могут быть высотки, автомагистрали между штатами, контрольно-пропускные пункты, вооруженные солдаты, массовые убийства, войны и тех, кто будет презирать вас, потому что они презирают себя. Путешествие может занять несколько часов, день, год, несколько лет, сто, тысяча или даже больше. Следи за своим разумом. Без обучения это может сбежать и оставьте свое сердце для огромного человеческого праздника, установленного воры времени. Не держите сожалений. Когда вы найдете свой путь к кругу, чтобы огонь продолжал гореть хранители вашей души, вас будут приветствовать. Вы должны очистить себя с помощью кедра, шалфея или другого целебного растения. Разрежь галстуки у тебя до отказа и позора. Отпусти боль, которую ты держишь в своем уме, своих плечах, ваше сердце, вплоть до ваших ног. Отпусти боль твою предки, чтобы освободить место для тех, кто движется в нашем направление. Просить прощения. Обращайтесь за помощью к тем, кто любит вас. Эти помощники принимают много форм: животное, стихия, птица, ангел, святой, камень или предок. Перезвони своему духу. Это может быть пойман в углах и складки стыда, осуждения и оскорбления людей. Вы должны позвонить так, чтобы ваш дух захотел вернуться. Поговорите с ним так же, как с любимым ребенком. Добро пожаловать твой дух обратно из странствий. Может вернуться в клочья, в клочья. Собери их вместе. Они будут счастлив быть найденным после того, как был потерян так долго. Ваш дух должен будет поспать некоторое время после того, как он купается и дали чистую одежду. Теперь вы можете устроить вечеринку. Пригласите всех, кого вы знаете, кто любит и поддерживает тебя. Оставьте место для тех, у кого нет место еще, чтобы пойти. Сделай дешевую распродажу и помни, пусть речь будет короткой. Затем вы должны сделать это: помочь следующему человеку найти свой путь сквозь тьму.
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The Cheer
Thanks to my words... reader my friend, is in the words here, somewhere. Frankly, I'd like to make you smile. Words addressing evil won't turn evil back but they can give heart. The cheer is hidden in right words. A great deal isn't right, as they say, as they are lately at some pains to tell us. Words have to speak about that. They would be the less words for saying smile when they should say do. If you ask them do what? they turn serious quick enough, but never unlovely. And they will tell you what to do, if you listen, if you want that. Certainly good cheer has never been what's wrong, though solemn people mistrust it. Against evil, between evils, lovely words are right. How absurd it would be to spin these noises out, so serious that we call them poems, if they couldn't make a person smile. Cheer or courage is what they were all born in. It's what they're trying to tell us, miming like that. It's native to the words, and what they want us to always know, even when it seems quite impossible to do.
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Blue screen of Death
Begins... Today I wonder whomoved the high steeplesof my childhood, knowingthere's a twist at the endof the answer because the urgeto dig deeper is coded somewherecold within the folds of mypast lives. What other animalwould teach a computerto be a Buddhist, to design itselfright out of existence with this muchhubris? The sea somewherefeels gnarled but not here,not now. Enlightenment mightbe the only gift we couldever give. In our effort the brickswere set so carefully, we can't seethe source or shape of the light. Of course there's a candlethat doesn't burn out, but no oneknows how to light it.
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The Ground
_GeminiWrld Вы приземляетесь на горный хребет, в шести футах вниз по скале и думаете, что упали с вершины страха и выжили, как вы думаете, это земля. ладонь другого хребта, более глубокая, поцарапанная, порванная одежда, ты потерял обувь, но ты думаешь, что это земля, я могу испечь эту лазанью, пока змея не зацепится в твоих волосах, твои ноги не встретят висящий ковер, и ты вешаешь Если у вас есть ожерелье из ветки, думая, что это основание, давайте купим щенков, которых вы сидите в кресле-папоротнике, когда вы падаете в своем кресле, словно вырубленная голова с цветами - Да! Первый! - на дереве, сгоревшем от импульса ветра, хлестнуло своими собственными криками, ой, потом ой, ой, оседлав фонарный столб, столб, сарай, каждый раз, когда ты выжил, упал, приземлился, упал, кто знает, как долго вы продвигались вниз по этой штуке, постепенно удерживаясь в ослабевающем сжимающем кулаке гиганта с безликим лицом. Наконец я могу поставить эту полку. Сделай этого ребенка. Ты лжешь и позволяешь своим костям заживать, глядя на расстояние, впервые испытывая плато, холодное, твердое, настоящее, противоположное воздуху. Вы дрожите как блудный космонавт. Я мог бы построить дом на этом, вы думаете, пошатываясь.
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