My poetry.

SIBERIAN POETRY

Massimo Provenzano

Why cut you off your curls?

Why cut you off your curls?
And no more your hair whirls.
Why have you turned around?
Your eyes I have not found.

Are you shy, or are ashamed?
Or else my love to you is now famed?
You said you had a jealous husband,
And found you excuses thousand.

But guess I now you was touched,
And soul yours was troubled much.
Your heart, it did not stay unmoved,
Although, showed you but puffed.

And know I you as my love,
And cherish I you so, so.
I see you always in my dreams,
Because you’re mine, to me it seems.

But you belong to other man,
And not to suffer whether I can?
I took your curse upon my blood,
And tears flowed by a flood.

You said you could be mistress mine,
But put me off you rather fine.
I came to you and offered date,
I knew I was put forth by fate.

Still, eyes of yours mine did not meet,
Although stood I ‘t fifty feet.
You hid your sight and did not look,
As though did you all by book.

But you should know: will I come
To make you of my kids a mom,
To hold strongly you in arms,
And visit with you neighbors’ farms.

And will I live with you till death,
To this I ever keep my faith,
Because I met you a small girl,
And thoughts of head mine they’d swirl.

I ‘member your blond hair’s charm,
And eyes of yours did bid my karma,
I was unfortunate ‘cause I loved,
I hardly could be called a toff.

I now came to ask my debt,
But said you ‘I’ve another met’,
I paid with ‘probrium for you,
Still, how can I chance to sue?

Your husband was beloved from birth,
But I was pierced with a curse.
He’s possessor due to law.
And what I could pronounce more?

I’m knight that taking off the spell,
His princess did not find well,
She taken was by other knight,
Who did not with the dragon fight.

He simply was a lucky guy,
While heart of mine, it often whined.
I know he was pet of life,
When I to death gave all my five.

You love him much because he’s yours,
When I’m deserted, though durst
To look in eyes of devil straight,
For you in gold render weight.

To whom I’m gonna plead today?
When ‘Occupied I’m’ do you say.
I’ll bring my case toward my God,
Because accept Him as a Lord.

Autumn beauty

Golden beauty of the autumn forest
Comes into my heart.
I’m breathing full my breast,
While wheeling in my cart.

The girl of mine, she sits beside,
I’m trying much to chase off pride.
To stay a calmness, and a modesty.
Not self-expose wish I mostly.

Because I want not be a slave.
Of love and charm myself I save.
Obliged am I to call her mistress,
Due made my nights she rather sleepless.

She’s dainty, accurate and fine,
I’m happy much because she’s mine.
The horse’s harness gently trim
And wake I up because it’s dream.

Why have you smiled a pretty smile?

Why have you smiled a pretty smile?
What would I be for you? A while?
You said you had another boy.
And whether feelings are a toy?

Remember I suggestive face,
The eyes, and of eyelashes lace.
You waited for another step
Of me to you on lifelong map.

But stayed I as a moveless pawn
That’s able not a queen to spawn
In combinations and advances
‘Cause ‘preciated I my chances.

Regretting freedom

You smile at me and look a sly.
I gotten am to web a fly.
Entangled much in charming net.
Against a wall I’m deadly set.

I cannot get to freedom’s range,
Because my strength’s on dead list page.
I’m week as if I’m ass
Obstinacy of whom is now past.

You twine a rope of my guts,
And in my heart a pain but cuts.
I’ll try to get my lips off hook.
My soul’s fate your beauty took.

It’s sweet to get a kiss of poison,
For you I am just a reg’lar venison.
Which eyes of yours have sharply shot,
Bereaving me of rambling lot.

Fatal woman

My fatal woman was you, dear,
When met I you I was in fear.
I tried to ‘stablish good relations,
But treatment yours not stood my patience.

You put the sword to kill the bull,
And soul mine was blood, of, full,
I loved you much as if forever,
To meet you I had been not clever.

I hardly dared stay in presence
Of beauty, charm and pretty feathers.
You was not chicken, not a pheasant,
You was she-eagle, I’m a peasant.

You have a nose aquiline.
I never tried to cross the line.
You have aristocratic beauty,
I’m timid, shy and all the ‘tutti’.

Your body is a sacred thing,
Your charming sight, it gave me sting,
That pierced heart of mine across.
To love you was to take a cross.

I stood between the angry Lord
And you that troubled me by word.
The deep blue clouds bode tempest,
And to defend you am I restless.

I took a blow meant for you,
I was put down not a few,
But many times I had to lift
My body up and to be swift
To listen how counts ten
For devil t’ get of his dark den
To grab me into hands of hell,
Because I touched was very well
By beauty, charm and dark deep eyes
A piece that have been not my size.


Autumn ball

It was a law school ball
In season of the fall.
I wanted you for dance,
It was my life time chance.

I offered you a place
In big an audience space.
Because I wanted t’ woo,
Though feared much to shoo.

But was I bold to
Invite you for a dance.
Still, had I found you
Had other boy romance.

And was I downcast,
My happy dreams were past.
September days were last,
And I began to fast.

Road bar encounter

I met you in a road bar,
You sat at hand, you sat not far.
I looked at you with eyes of wolf,
And your emotions all flew.

You wanted much for me to come,
And ask you something just for fun.
But waited I till ending moment,
And were you ready for a lament.

But, however did I ‘proach,
And ask you as a team, of, coach,
What were your years,
What was your study.
Dissolved your fears,
Good a buddy.

I promised you that we would meet,
But you believed I’d fall t’ your feet,
You waited that I would follow,
But I not let my guts too low.

And, finally, you met me once,
It was of panther frightful glance,
Because I sat there with my girl,
You went so fast the air ‘d whirl.

But, in the end you did repent,
And turned around t’ let me rent
Your beauty, charm and body.
It was not just a folly.

Your eyes did prove my theorem,
That I could make up harem,
Because I labored pretty much.
I hope that’s what made a touch.

Former possession

I possessed your body,
Your soul and your heart,
But ‘twas a lesson t’ study,
Because we had to part.

I was too bad for you,
You were too good for me.
That is of life, a cue,
That I still could not see.

Remember I your smile,
That lipstick did make red.
I’d make a thick one file
How much we lay in bed.

And cherished I your smell,
The sweet one and bit acrid,
That memory my tell.
The one that was so sacred.

We strolled ‘long the street,
Above, there were some trees,
My fingers touched your feet,
I did not pay no fees
For lessons of fine love,
Which I did study well,
As if I were a dove,
My chest it often’d swell.

But there came a day,
Decided you to leave.
I did not have my say,
Had only to grieve.

I possessed your body,
Your soul and your heart.
But ‘twas a lesson t’ study,
Because we had to part.


Young Gypsy beauty

I met you Gypsy youth,
And now have to soothe
My heart before I sleep,
Because I have to reap
The harvest of my dreams,
That are about you,
My soul’s full of beams
That penetrate not few
From image of serenity
That you did possess.
My love is not a vanity,
My business’s in recess.

I asked if you were hot,
According to your blood.
You said that if I’d know,
There should be bed love’s flood.

You said me ‘have your try,
And see how much I’m hot,
In bed we’ll both lie.’
But happen it did not.

Because you saw my wife,
That showed herself well,
And all my fortune ‘n life,
It bade me farewell.

And, pity I that seldom
They can make harem maiden
Of young sweet Gypsy flower
That gripped me by its power.

Italian girl

Your Italian beauty did cast upon a spell,
But I withstood the blow, t’ your feet I hardly fell.
You gave me a handshake and came your way along,
And I was happy much, I did not think ‘twas wrong
To find you in darkness of August stars full night.
For you I was but ready to struggle and to fight,
But they asked me cunning what would I rather think,
If girl was not a virgin and gave me a bad link
To the past of young blond maiden, that did a little fall.
They asked if I but readily such one my wife would call.
It was in that I’d folly to say she was not spoiled to be her twenty-one.
But ‘twas not found fun.
And said I that such sorry was not what’d call I fine.
I said she’d live in harem and be a concubine.
But asked you if ‘t’s not enough for you just to repent.
I found my way off, it did your heart but rend.
The next day saw I well that all night you did weep,
That your young heart, it found not to sleep.
But brothers your from Sicily, they reckoned ‘t all but well.
They smiled, laughed, talked and winked to me, they did not tell
That ‘t would be rather tough to handle you this way,
Because you had been wanton and had you much to say,
And your respectful father, he turned with me in dance.
It showed to me rather, in this he found sense.
And, when I bade him farewell, at conference’s gates.
I knew he loved my character, although not my fate.
He asked wherefrom and how I did down there come.
I told that ‘twas Siberia, and he did shudder some.
‘Twas very, very bad, that different were our races.
And, that Italian girls they love just warm ones places.
P.S. You wept and trembled much in conference’s hall.
I hope ‘twas because was bitter for you t’ fall.
I saw it was a pity that I did make you sorry.
But know you it’s heart and not a cruel folly.
Your name’s translated ‘blessed’ in English simple word,
And to defend this blessing I’m drawing up my sword.

Beauty in a bar

I saw you in a darkened bar.
You were the biggest brightest star.
The seven youngsters hungry
Served you in common ‘n’ ‘sundry
I looked t’ your eyes with calmness,
That showed rather well,
I would not be in harness
And fall under your spell.
I clearly saw you in surprise,
It made not sense, nor matched your price.
That I withstood your beauty’s glance,
As if my heart had strong a fence.
It maybe showed me hard man,
Also showed girl of, fan.
You hardly put together.
Was tough I, beaten o’ weather.
My heart was cool and reason
Prevailed me in all season.
You did not understand,
What want I, t’ what tend.
Perhaps thought you wanted I to change
For you my wife, but saw you strange,
That I hid not my feelings
From woman mine, t’ my wings.
I saw you were upset.
Not little did you fret,
That there was misfire
Of charms of yours, and tire,
It came upon your head
To realize what meant
My strong inviting challenge,
That mixed up with a pledge
Of openness and honor,
Or, sur’ty of my voice’s tone, or
That woman mine felt free,
Accepting us all three.
And showed you interest
That looked I not upon my wrist,
And, watched I not the go of time.
Though gently took a piece of lime.
In that I’d faith in realm of fate,
That t’ continue’s never late.
You were as beautiful as flame.
To watch, it never was the same
As in the company of others,
Attentive young ones future mothers.
Approach my was not a standard.
It was not common way all rendered.
It was for you a cul-de-sac.
You were uneasy as on rack.
You wanted all and not a share.
I felt you clearly in tear.
It was for you a complex puzzle,
To meet the polygamy’s muzzle.
Accustomed ‘re you to be a queen,
Though are you only a teen.
Since saw I that your soul
Was ready for a gold toll
Become my own concubine
To pass the life in harem’s mine.
It was a fix of money,
It was for me just funny
That might I break all down
The filly of a frown,
That sought a realm and power,
The feminism’s tower.
And though slept I not all night,
I knew my doctrine was as right.
But perhaps ‘twas fantasy’s a play.
We were not intimate to say
Few words of life and of intent.
Because away I soon time went.
Still, is most important maybe
That was I not in beauty’s slavery.

The love of a fallen woman

Your virgin gifted you to other one
I tried t’ rebuke, for you it was just fun
You smiled as if you triumphed over,
My spirit hardly could be lower.
You said you’d keep first love all days,
You seemed t’ be happy, glad’s your face,
To him for free your body you delivered.
You asked no guarantees and nothing feared.
He was beloved one, man of first degree.
I felt as Lord in choice of the Eden’s tree.
I was alone, happy no more.
I suffered much, my heart in gore.
Of wound that you had done t’ my soul.
Offences had I big one roll.
I fought the dragon t’ take off curse,
But when returned it was just worse,
You did not wait, you gave you to another.
You did disgrace the name o’ your old father.
You not forgave the Lord that did you punish
For mother’s sins that did your vessel tarnish.
Decided you to take a harlot’s trade
Afraid not that your beauty’d fade
But maybe there was no curse,
You simply love sweet life and thick one purse,
And should I labor t’ make good money,
To pay f’r your past and what was funny.
On charm and beauty you relied,
That I’d be happy t’ keep t’ my side
A woman ‘th infamy all covered,
You was unruly and but wayward.
Still, I decided if just second,
I’d compensate your life past peccant,
And you’d just be number two wife
For me t’ feel comfortable ‘n life.
But you rebelled against this bargain,
The freedom was your secret target,
And you did flee with other guy
That was not like the rule of mine.
He let you smoke ‘n’ drink the wine,
To mud returning pretty swine.
But know I you will accept
‘cum manu’ power, you wept
When met me on my way to find
What’s your intent and what’s your mind,
Because I asked once of my Lord,
Who’ll cut all ties with mighty sword,
If you would give the birth t’ my baby
And saw I young and happy lady
That surely was fruit o’ love common
Of you and me, and went I on
To love you and to try make happy,
To heal your illness with a therapy
Of tender care and of ruling strict,
That you were strong and never sick.
And, know I you we’ll be mine,
It’s just a question of the time.

Princess

I was dirt poor, you a princess,
I toiled, you did live ‘n caprices.
I wanted much to earn your hand,
But all my labors seeped through sand,
Because you wanted free style life,
When I just fought through cruel strife.
By you I was kept in reserve,
As slave I did you all day serve
In study and ambitious work,
But trouble did in darkness lurk,
In that preferred I ugly shame,
Because too hard and strong was pain.
I crossed the border of insanity.
I was too tired of day’s vanity.
I stepped for way of abstinence.
It hardly made at all a sense.
I came through crazy dreams and hell.
What came I through I could you tell.
You were all beautiful and rich,
I hardly could you manners teach.
Decided I t’ exert my will,
Surprised I am that live I still.
Remember I how watched your back,
In heart, love letters thick a pack.
I did not dare t’ come to you,
And on my eyes was bitter dew,
Because the coins were just few,
Still made I all that was me due.
Could I invite you t’ restaurant?
If I would come, it would be wrong.
Because you had another boy.
My love to you was just a toy,
For you to cherish your prestige.
The one that could not ‘stablish bridge
Across abyss, across a ridge.
Your beauty did my wings but singe.
You were a girl of royal blood,
A pretty, sly and cruel tod.
Your boy did ride you in his car.
You were the law school brightest star.
The poor boy’s in tears.
The vengeance eyes, it leers
At happiness of young one couple,
The lucky moments that double
By union of two hearts.
It seems such love it never parts.
But when I drank the cup of curse,
To chase your buddy was you terse.
Preferred you money of much older man,
But days of harlot’s fame first ran
Across the streets, in all the corners.
I heard, it was for anguish learners.
In jaws of death I cast my dies,
But did you not hide your deep eyes.
As if you called me ‘go on’,
In know I was so fond
Of your dark eyes and ruddy cheeks,
Though see I now how leaks
The drop of lament on your face
On blouse of fine linen lace.
The same way saw I you were red
To watch the way my love turned bad.
You were in anger and in shame
Of my mad love and your bad fame.
You sure were that I’d be yours.
That I’d wait calm a pair of years.
But, did I come against the yoke
Afraid not of the chains strong stroke.
You were in pity your design,
It did not come way out fine.
You were a princess, I’m dirt poor,
I could be rich but took life tour
To be a poet and writer,
Of feminism definite fighter.
Because I did not want to buy
The body, did with other lie.
Because the honor is good value.
The dignity is best I tell you.
I could follow dirty suit,
Still I preferred with life a feud.

Promise

Remember I my gentle offer
The one I paid so much for.
You were bit older and charm full.
Your beauty was of success wise tool.
Preferred you surety for risk.
More so, death crone stopped to lisp
About debts of your generation,
Because I took the curse my fashion.
I was a nominated husband,
A so-called, I was a disband
When sins came over to roost
Upon my soul, suffering’s boost.
For you I was a good idea,
That somebody would take off fear
Of family great evil deeds,
That Lord’s great anger always feeds.
I took the blow of Almighty,
Whose angel went along and smiting.
I put my head instead of yours,
Receiving anger of the curse.
But you did say it was just gratis.
I watched you through the wedlock lattice.
You girls did say if I were good
I should in trap put right my foot,
And jaws of hell would hold me fast
For you t’ be happy, t’ stay in rest.
You older were than other girls,
You ordered them and distributed roles.
You kept you t’ distance in shadow,
Not taking stead in distance row
Of skirts and plaits against a boy,
Whose heart your curse it did annoy.
The fortuneteller told you
‘He will not stand, his years are few’.
I was not t’ possess your bodies.
I was to love and come where Lord is,
But I withstood the bite of poison,
Because I loved, that was my reason.
And, when you saw me wounded deadly,
You did come down t’ look me straightly,
And were interested I did live,
For you it was a sharp one peeve,
That I aspired to be your lord,
To find to your heart a ford.
You were too glad I’d be your hire,
To work for you of love strong fire.
But I preferred the dignity
To ways of black malignity.
I’m not a villain, not that low,
I’ll wait till you’ll be a widow.
Though I don’t know who’s your husband,
Tied up to you by curse’s strong band.
Maybe it I who had to die
In coffin I’d all rotten lie.
And, on a taken on a curse,
You did make thick your family purse,
Because you live without trouble,
Sure I am beneath the rubble
Of accurate marble covered tomb,
And nothing bad does over loom.
But I turned up, not claimed my right
For paid by anguish sweet one night.
I bade you gentle farewell,
And no more than sorry’d tell.
I loved you much, I loved you strong
I knew behaved I right, not wrong.
And what is now perspective?
On what kind o’ dreams I’d further live.
By word of God the husband I.
By law of men you are not mine.
I’ll wait and live to see the future,
And over is now torture,
Because I kept my promise,
My heart free now it is,
That I did suffer for your lives,
To come death’s depth as Devil dives.
I’ll now write of you a book.
All you I already, I took.

Nude beauty

How much I’d pay to see you nude.
You drive hard bargain, you’re rude.
And now does it to me seem,
That I’ll see you only ‘n my dream.
I’ll wait till day of my will come,
You will I take to add t’ some
Other beauty sweet ones women
That my big harem will be in.
Or maybe it’s just foolish thoughts?
That have I while my heart all rots.
I cherish much the dreams of past
In which I held you to me fast.
I had you intimate and private.
I knew I’d oust off my rival.
I pondered on your features night.
It was exciting, honey sight.
I loved you as a dame of heart.
I tried be cute, I tried be smart.
But value put you more on money
Than on this sweet love tender honey.
You did not condescend.
It cut my chest, my soul did rend.
But in my dreams I saw you naked,
By force or love you easy taken.
But you belonged to other student.
I was unable t’ break a dent
Between your hands and souls.
Expensive car along road rolls.
Still, kept I all my dreams’ affairs,
No way to show real feathers.
In all day life I did keep modest.
For you it was allegiance test.
You watched how much I’d get along,
Before I’d cry a torment song,
And now what I have to me?
Is my sweet dreams’ face, love I t’ see.
Did touch your body or embrace?
No, that’s not lot of my fate.

Ripe beauty

You were thirty-six,
I was twenty-two.
A queer one mix,
A hard one to woo.
For you it was just merry play,
To throbbing make my heart and wait
To see the effect on my brains.
Platonic put you on the reins.
You were as exquisite a wine
That time makes better, makes it fine.
Your beauty was experience ripe.
You were a slender body type.
I felt uneasy, felt I small,
Though I was bigger, was I tall.
I watched you at all useful moment.
Your charm t’ young lawyer did you lend.
You were as an expensive car
That’s made by years a bigger star.
You were a tender charming ‘mpression.
To see your movements was a pleasure.
I loved to have a talk with you.
I met again my Waterloo,
Because it was hard nut to crack
To find t’ your heart gentle track.
Still, I began to run you after,
And my life turned to be but tougher,
Because you said ‘I’m old for you,
You’re just boy, your years are few.’
I wanted to caress your body.
Your beauty seeing did I laud you.
It was a real harassment,
How much to you I did attend.
Still, you decided not to change,
To stay t’ your husband easy range.
And, I regret now that I wooed,
To put on strange ground ‘ntruding foot.
Would I t’ your husband rather say,
That I am sorry, past is nay.
It did not much of time to take
To realize it was mistake.

Bride

I did not know you for long.
To other did your fate belong.
You were of other man a bride,
The source of personal his pride.
I was invited t’ wedding party.
I shoulda been happy, welcomed heartily.
But grieve did came upon me straight,
Because my fortune was not same.
The virgin was the beauty o’ maiden.
She was an honorable lady.
While I did love the harlots only.
My fortune seemed to be just drolly.
The bride herself played coquette,
Of flirting glances putting net.
And, got I tangled in the web.
I suffered she’d get off in cab
To see through month of honeymoon,
To drown in love, return not soon.
And, have it all with other ‘groom.
You small bright filly, play of doom.
The bride I hardly at all knew.
I did not reckon ‘f loved I you.
But when you were to other given.
My voice did not add to hymn
Of merry song for young sweet couple.
This view, it nearly did topple
My spirit under level o’ ground
Where my soul would be found
Of distress hiding there wretch
Where the memory did fetch
My mind ‘cause I loved just sluts
And served them ‘fore I went all nuts.
The fairy did say me ‘Listen,
She has a younger good one sister.
You can make her the queen of dream.’
But I said ‘No, full at brim
Is my sorrows’ cup again.
It does but pour, it does not rain,
Because it’s hard to lose the love,
Momentarily was it, though.’
And, I was pitiful a guest.
I did not eat, drank not, did fast.
And, young white bride did softly weep,
T’ her mother holding a grip.

Young beauty

You were as young gazelle in prairie,
A slender, small and sweet a fairy,
A youthful beauty full of grace,
Of time and wear no trace.
But felt you strong, me tried to rule.
I disobeyed, you’s anger full.
You threw your jacket on the ground.
‘Do take it up’, I heard the sound.
But I was love front veteran.
Since I first loved, days many ran.
So, did I live your cloth on grass.
Hardly believed you, thought it brass.
You said me, ‘You are ugly freak.’
But then repented, saw you weep.
You asked off me a pardon.
I said, ‘Ok, just go on.’
But maybe were you worth of more,
In that assuaged you my hard sore,
In saying you did give consent
In harem of mine be sent.
I knew of that, you loved me strong.
But maybe was I rude and wrong,
Because I’m not a wealthy king
The many wives make dance and sing.
I’m poor ‘nfortunate lawyer,
Of science granite wretched sawyer.
If I could pay of money’s fine
To buy your body, make you mine.
But mother yours did say, ‘That’s joke,’
And offered ordinary yoke
Of monogamy matrimony.
But you just counted it funny
That polygamy patriarch
Was not a fire, just a spark.
But I will make avail of time,
Collect all penny and all dime
To buy you off your parents’ guard,
To put the filly in my yard.
I loved much that you were not browed
That you accepted me off frown,
That you did play with me in train,
A balm for my distressful brain,
When we were on our way home
From days of fun and play sweet flow.
If have I harem of my dream
You will be only one queen.

Not a virgin

You let dishonor you too early.
You were young maiden, ruddy, burly.
You gave yourself without reserve
To one that hardly you deserved.
It was your sweetest, brightest feeling,
Unspoiled love, the fortune’s wheeling.
The one that turned to be just barren,
That made a cat, to boot a farrow.
You said me first you cherished it.
Then, ‘Young hormones was it fit.’
On my place what a young man feels.
As one served leftover meals,
Who had a hard job in the field,
Receiving not what he should wield.
Can you become my heart first queen?
Come over the ugly sin?
It seems to me you’ll be the same,
Arranged according to your fame.
If I was just a number ten,
Who can you be in my life then?

Graceful virgin

When my sight touched your beauty face,
I knew it was a hard one case.
What should feel I, too tired patient?
Of a refreshing, age t’ age ratio.
You are just young and seventeen.
When I’m a sun-tanned, hard a been.
To boot, you are an honored maiden,
Unspoiled by some swift a raven,
The vulture of the girlish dreams,
The one before me always, seems.
I’m ready you to daily court,
To siege a strong and stone fort.
But first I made a brisk assail.
Not was it total a fail.
You turned your head to say first no
When showed I, I liked you so.
I asked if I could be your friend,
Pretending bridegroom of first brand.
Your age did tell your younger brother.
A year more old, thought I, rather
You woulda been to marry me.
T’ espouse you, to make not free,
For you not to elude my hand,
To my kids tenderly attend,
That you will bear to me many
For me to play and gift a teddy.
And, I am serious ‘n my intent.
My neck, I’m ready to make bent.
Your mother said, ‘You first should prove
If you’d be good under one roof.’
And, I was happy that you met,
And hope for a tete-a-tete.

A repentance?

I came to church to look for bride.
Don’t know I if it was a pride.
I am not young, I’m twenty-six.
With a divorced I was in fix.
But I was left for better one
Even by her, that’s hardly fun.
And, now came I t’ meet a virgin,
As if I was looked through by surgeon,
And said he, ‘If you want be cured,
By a young maiden you’d be lured.’
But when I met you in the hall,
I felt self-confident to call
You out of the people’s meeting.
In friendship question made I peeping,
To know if you could belong
To me, for us to stay life long
Together on the way of fortune,
To look for medicine of torture
Of the unanswered cruel love,
To walk beside each one glove t’ glove.
But you did wave you head t’ say no.
When question my was put on go.
It maybe is you seek young prince.
But I was poor ever since.
Or perhaps, you want a more wise youngster,
Who would lead you to burly tapster,
For you t’ be happy in your fate.
And, maybe I’m already late.
I was not in the church since birth.
I was not born beside some believers’ hearth.
You maybe want a young one preacher.
When devil’s anger is my teacher.
I know I am not ‘t all fresh.
I strove t’ make up for some cash.
But was I disappointed in law,
Because the judges take the money for
What they should protect by power.
But they say ‘It should be our,
What you have earned with bloody sweat.’
The gangsters kill the lawyers flat
When they are seduced by coins,
And they leave of their loins,
And widows young again do marry,
And others take what’s left by ferry
That take the souls to the hell,
Because your life was not lived well.
I could become a good employee,
But turned not ‘nterpreter, nor lawyer.
I could grab what was put at stake.
But did not I at all it take.
Ask honestly what would you feel
If read in Bible ‘Do not steal.’
Decided I to be a writer,
Though belt of mine is now tighter.
But all that is not worth a naught,
For what I so long, I fought,
Because it was to buy sweet women,
And lucky day seemed to be in.
But then I asked if girls I loved
Deserved what had I struggled for.
I knew the answer was a not.
A good one wisdom was I taught.
I lived with a sick harlot.
It was my portion, was my lot.
It maybe was because I’m week
To cure a virgin that was sick
By love of mine that is in heart,
Because a bargain drove I hard.
I wanted t’ have a compensation,
To cover illness by sensation.
But what I reaped was a bad luck.
I was a bad man since I sucked
The milk of my unfortunate mother,
Who was a sinner with my father.
By this exam can get I ‘A’?
‘A good man,’ hardly they’d say.
But say my love did heal three souls
Of girls that were brought over coals
For sins of their own moms
The way the old story comes.
But they did me offer fourth,
The one that was cursed even worse,
And was I ready t’ take her so.
But said you she should have first lover,
Then play a harlot several years,
And be a woman you’d call yours.
I was the husband of a curse.
Her sins I took to cancel words
Of vows that she took on her,
That she would die and be no more.
Accepted I humiliation,
That I was treated ugly fashion.
I don’t know ‘f ‘twas mistake,
And other lot should have I taken.
But I did pity this small beauty,
Accepted I the all of ‘frutti’,
The hell were days I loved those maidens.
When I recall, my heart, it faints.
The fourth was hardest ‘f all,
The weight was hard I nearly fall,
And now they said ‘Good-bye,
Your love was fine, a profit buy.’
I’m bad reputed crazy dog.
My soul’s full of ugly smog
Of fire that did burn for them,
For those that took other men,
And traded love for money lot,
Though only I had fought.
I took the curse, they took your bodies.
I’m free I will not count Sundays
Of the accursed time of mine,
Because I have my happy sign,
And now you did perk your nose,
You nearly did walk on toes,
Because you know you are young,
I am all weathered and the tongue
Of public does sow in the streets
That I was mad, belong to freaks.
But took I what was most hard,
To fast of love, laid hard my card.
And, they know I was crazy,
I worked as horse, I was not lazy,
And how can I count now
For love when I see only frown
On a young maiden’s pretty face.
I am not rich, I played my ace.
I have in sleeve a few of trumps,
But that’s of old wealth but rumps,
Because I threw my pearls to harlots,
And did not have their body lots.
And, one that I did have for me
Was so bad that cost all three.
Perhaps I don’t just deserve
That young fresh maiden should me serve
As wife of rest of my life days.
Perhaps, that’s not place where hap’ness lays.
It’s maybe I can just bit dream
Of you, that’s only, did seem,
Because my purse is much more empty
For that for which I was not tempted.
And, I am ready to put off,
To be meek hearted, to be soft,
And to accept a compromise,
That’s only I have, surmise.
No more I will take a divorced
If I am even strongly forced.
If only they return those four,
Because they are mine, but t’ say more
It happen will when they’d be widows,
Not young and fresh, like first year does.
But maybe will it not ‘t all hap
Because I laid on death’s lap.
But only I was ‘gain risen
From dead in resurrection season.
So, are you widows of my house,
And should not pucker your sweet mouths.
But I, if don’t take a virgin
I will accept the devil’s bludgeon,
And wait to take a widow home,
All covered by her husband tomb,
Because I’ll hardly harlot take.
That’s for her previous husband’s sake,
Because the papers are just papers,
And ‘twain be one flesh’, spoke Savior.
So, how can be not a husband,
The first man who cut the red band
To world of bliss and pleasure,
That hardly can be measured.
So, all that was one flesh in life
Is marriage, take it or strive.
Or maybe still it could be whore trade,
The one for which the heart does fade.
And, will I take her concubine,
To be my mistress, to be mine.
Will only a virgin called
To be a wife, a queen, that tall,
And ready I was to repent,
But now my heart is in rent,
Because I know I was right,
For rightness sake I did but fight.

Only one

You will be my only one.
To understand it long I’ve run.
It will be more of sacrifice.
It will be love of better price.
You will gift me the more of kids
When poverty will be all rids.
It is a feeling of best value.
It is a love will be no failure,
Because I’ll cherish you all life.
All our problems be trifle.
I will have daughters, will have boys.
I will buy pretty things and toys.
We will all go for a trip,
And give a waiter good a tip,
When we will be in coffee shop,
All family, the happiness’ top.
I want to call you only one,
For me it’s sweet and better fun.
I will forget the scars on heart.
I’ll feel a youngster on a mart,
That would buy only one tart,
The dame of better, sweeter card.
I will feel calm and comfort in
My heart, the carousel will spin
Around and the kids will laugh.
All will be good, all will be safe.
And, you are younger, I am older.
But that’s a barrier that’ll molder
By my love t’ you, and your love t’ me.
We all will live, we all will see
The happy days, the happy weeks,
That’s for my heart, that’s what it seeks.
It will be happy, clear union,
For better feelings strong a tuner.
You will my house always tidy,
I will be meeker, will be mild.
I’ll feel that I am such a husband
That chose you from girls a thousand
To be the only one queen,
To be my wife, that’s what does mean.
The silence will b’ broken by kisses.
Such love it never target misses.
The kids will play, the kids will jump,
And after their first step tumble
In tender hands of a blond lady
Whose beauty will be never fading,
Because she’s loved, because she’s mine.
What can be better and more fine?
We’ll sleep in bedroom only two.
For this I will you patiently woo.
I love you much, this write I send.
I know it is not an end.

Envy

I tried to conquer you all over.
But you were faithful, were you sober.
You kept allegiance to your man.
How much of time, how much of sand
Seeped through since first we met
When sat we straightly tete-a-tete.
It was for me a mere fete,
Because I thought you was in net
Of my inviting tempting words.
That woulda led you to my fiords,
To den of pirate of ocean.
I tried to wake up your emotion.
But you did answer t’ my invitation,
‘Maybe you’re better t’ my sensation,
But I do love him, he is mine.’
It was to my heart sharp a tine,
Because I envy he whom seen not.
In that he had a better lot,
Because his girl is faithful one.
It gave my soul weight of ton.
And, even when I tried to date,
I knew it was not mine a fate,
Because she said I’ve jealous boy.
It was t’ my heart of lead alloy.
In that I felt a bitter envy,
Because I had clear in my savvy
That you had good and truthful wife.
And, what had I at all ‘n my life.
I had a poisonous savor,
Because that’s you who was in favor
By this young beautiful blond maiden
By love to whom my heart is laden.
And, I did pity my life days,
That is not such one my own case.
But hope I, I’ll have the same,
A young blond beauty of other name
That would make my tongue a bit lame
To say her how much I’m maimed
By her coquette, by her sweet flirt
Of same, of very same, same sort.
And, I’ll forget my former dream.
I will embrace her body slim.
And that’s a real, truthful hope
That this time will not have I ‘nope’,
Because I met already her,
The one whom will I clothe in fur.

Repentance

I loved too many girls.
I loved them platonic and fleshly.
I promised gold, promised furs.
I tried to build relations.
But they were the others’ wives
In our existence’s hives
So dense that hardly can we share
Whose girl it is, whose fur she’d wear.
Some girls want to be loved by many.
Some want to have just one and steady.
Boys want to have diversity
That’s offered by the life of ‘varsity.
Some want to have the harems
As strong-horned mountain rams.
Some girls want to have a lover,
To add to her meek husband.
What can make her more sober?
To be a faithful, rather.
We run against and we compete
To get what other possesses.
It makes the bitterness of sweet.
It teaches us good lessons.
And, I repent that I loved the women
Belonging to the other men.
That tried I to make real the seeming.
To make real what was meant
By jokes of flirt and hints of sin,
By dreams of the unanswered love it seems.
I loved and that was sweet.
It was a bad thing which I quit,
Because not able to construct,
I tried to interfere and corrupt.
And, now I repent and what’s my verse?
There’s not much of allegory, even worse.
There’s bitter truth of real life.
That wanted I to have them four and five.
But now want to have just only one
To be of many happy kids a mom.
I want to have her virgin.
That she belong to no one more,
Because I have a strong allergy
To fight for what makes sore,
Because it’s hard to share a woman,
And there should be a strict rule,
That any honest gentleman
Should have just one, that’s full,
Because we marry and divorce
And children suffer and lose force
To believe in happiness and dreams
Of ideal love surrounded by beams
Of happy honesty and surety,
Of simple and firm reality.
Due we should not struggle;
Two men for a woman,
Because it always turns out ugly
And we are disappointed fully.
What is this poem intended for?
To cure disease, to balm a sore,
Because we should forget those
To whom the others gave the scarlet rose,
And seek for what there’s for us,
Not to create a stupid fuss
Of many men around a woman,
Because she leaves them all but sooner
Than they want or apprehend
And take again the other hand,
That makes a virgin to be a harlot.
To possess her becomes a maggot,
Because she attracts us by her easiness,
And makes us lured, reasonless.
Who could be happy in this carousal?
Owing a madam is not a mademoiselle,
And if you want to oust a woman of a marriage,
That is a too bad example, to hell a wicked carriage,
Owing she leaves that who paid for her youth,
To take the one that fasted to get her, is it truth?
The war, it always damages both parties.
If you are senseless, you are heartless.
Forget the woman if she’s the other’s.
Don’t make the mistake of your fathers.
Look for a young and beautiful maiden,
Because that’s a best one to make a lady,
And forgive me that I was monotonous,
That I was not full of intrigues,
On account I know what I say,
Because I suffered long to find a bay
In which I could put my weathered ship,
And to be happy, no longer weep.
You do not wish the woman of your neighbor.
Then will you find the God’s favor.
You do not wait for her to be a widow,
To take her in your harem, say no.
You better pray for that one to be happy,
Who holds her tenderly and in his lap.
And do not say, ‘I cannot rule my heart.’
You better rule your reason, that’s not hard.

Accursed

I was accursed by those whom I loved.
That is all natural that they made it so,
Because I was but needed to drink a beverage
That was for them to the happiness a bridge.
What was my fault? Not hard to realize,
Because they said, ‘We love you,’ it was lies.
They said you wait for us while we’ll to the others be married,
Then we’ll be yours after a little tarrying.
But they laughed that on the insulted ones the water is carried,
And they consulted a witch instead of a fairy.
And, I consented to love the future wives of the other boys.
How did not understand I? That annoys.
That I was to wish the wife of my neighbor.
And, that accursed beverage had a bad savor.
I should have waited for each of them to be a widow,
To wish the death of their husbands very slow.
And, now I repent and ask the Lord forgiveness
That I was so stupid, so reasonless.
They said I was the husband of a curse,
Who was named so only for a hearse
To take him off along the way to the tomb,
To wait for a Judge to value him in the day of the doom.
That was my role, I took the evil
On myself, and I tried not to snivel.
And, now I’m afraid to ask my debt,
Because they are too much in red
To me because I died for them,
And they thought that I’d be a dead man.
And the dead they don’t ask the debts,
They just lie and rot in their dens.
But I was resurrected by the Lord as promised,
And now have I of the pretences a list.
But, I’m afraid of the evil I have done,
Due my debt is to make their husbands none,
Because according to the bargain that the Lord and the devil testified
I should have the harem of widows to be mine.
I was the most wicked, wicked one.
For me to take the curse was just for fun,
Owing for me it was a way to earn my right
To possess those girls for whom I did fight,
And now the husbands of those women are held hostage,
Because I may pray for the curse to come on each of them by the postage,
The postage of the hell with the stamp of the devil,
The stamp that put I on my heart when I had seen your naked navels.
I was seduced and played on the pain of those whom I loved.
I thought my rivals should be shoved
By the devil, who was a part of the contract,
That should have sent your husbands to the cemetery tract.
It was too good a bargain I did suffer
In that I knew that my future would differ,
Because a man, he always take what he paid for,
That’s the rule of the heaven and of the hell, that’s a law.
It was a very hard a deal to carry on.
It was too serious. Could I play a dying swan?
I took the pain that you were happy.
Your boys were lucky and not sweaty,
Because they were protected by the days of grace,
Aware not that they’d taken the women of bad race,
Accursed since the day of the birth,
Not able to create a warm and comfortable hearth.
You were as the calves fed to be slaughtered.
You knew not what was the matter
With those beautiful young flowers
Poisoned with the venom that turns up the bowels.
But I took all the suffering on my person.
I was not afraid to play with the curses
Because I knew what was my profit.
They promised me to be my wives when all you would be in coffins.
I worked too much to pay for such a harem,
And never asked I the protection from Mother Mary
Because I knew that my evil business was legal,
The husband can take the sin of his accursed wife; that’s all
That I took as the weapon of my strategy,
Though for me it was very damaging.
Six years of suffer and of pain.
How often wanted I to wash it off under some cleansing holy rain.
The seventh year was the year of the mourning
Because I knew it was a morning
Before the day of anguish and rack.
The day when I had better just to strew the ashes on my head and get in the cloth of sack.
So, now what have I earned and is waiting for my rivals?
Because we should not hide that they knew also
What they would have paid for the love of those girls and who was next in the row.
But I was the most wicked one of all
Because afraid I was not below to fall.
I was allured by a profit bargain stamped with a curse by the devil
And waiting are for your weak bodies many a raven.
But I repented of the evil I tried myself to avail,
Though knew I that my count would not fail
Because recall I of my grand-granddad’s bad example,
Who was of wickedness too good a sample.
He got avail of the tragedy of a wretched poor harlot
In the land of far, in the lands prepared for the fagot.
The woman was a sick one and unfortunate.
She poor was and got into his rude net
Because what wanted she was just a baby.
Her former man held her in a humiliating slavery
And did not want to have the kids by ruse.
He offered her unnatural a use.
The old soldier decided he was the judge.
But what he offered her except a baby was the fudge
Because he ousted her from the hands of the young nobleman.
But then began of the days a dreary run
Because he had a family back home.
As a strong stallion’s mouth is in foam
Of the sight of a young filly
So was he unwise and had to get away willy-nilly.
They said he wanted to stay and protect that land of the foreign.
But there came too bad news, a change of reign.
They said that the soldier had to back home return.
That was a bad but much predictable a turn.
They said he was too drunk seeing off his friends,
And they tied him up and packed to be sent to his lands.
And what of a poor sick Armenian harlot with a beautiful baby on her arms?
They despised her and did not want to take her a maidservant into their farms.
The one said she was killed by the Turk along with her baby in her hands.
The other say she found a husband and refuge in other lands.
That is a dirty blot on the honor of my house.
And, what if I’m the same and on the problems of others I do browse?
I met the girls who were all sick because of their mothers’ sins.
For me it was to make a harem the good means.
I tried to make a profit on the unhappiness,
I tried it not without success, a heartless.
And, now can I ask of the devil the souls of those men?
For them to perish and to be sent into the hell?
But pray I that the Lord did not put to the hands of the Destroyer
What he has connected with His hands royal.
I pray that they were happy with the beautiful females.
I pray as if I have the power, perhaps my reason fails.
And was I just punished for my own greediness.
A stupid, heartless, reasonless.
I don’t know maybe that is true.
I only say that I repent, I rue.
And want that of the curse the word
Was cancelled and made void by the Lord
Because I know that it happened word by word
What was then bargained through the bloody dirt.
I pray that they stay with them.
Though, I also loved them, loved them then.

Swarthy beauty

It was a summer night of coolness.
It was a season of much bliss.
I met you and you held you stern.
But was I taught, but was I learnt
How to bring down too much haughtiness
Of young girls whom I did miss.
I was a polygamy thinker then.
It seemed to me it made an honest man
Of me, because I did not want to leave
The one with whom I’d been in fever
For a bit fresher and more younger item
Of feminine beauty, did not make it lighter.
So, I was confident of myself.
The one could be acquired, the other was not left.
So, looked I ‘t you in full my gloat,
Afraid not t’ gently sway the boat.
You first held out, was self-assured.
Then lost your temper, being lured
Into the ‘xchange of glances and expression.
I bet you realized it was digression
From modern ways of life and matrimony.
And was you passionate, was it not ‘t all phony
For you to wish me, and for me to wish you
Because it was an easy meet in view.
But you did squat and weep before the scene
On which a singer sang, the age of teen.
‘Twas maybe ‘cause we should depart
Because the destiny made not you part
Of my tomorrow life and of the future
And our short love was taken by a rapture
Of much ado about nothing of the life,
As if the tie was quickly cut by knife.
The tie that was about to connect us,
But life did turn again just lax,
Not able to create a union of two fates
That met untimely, met they late.
But most probably you wept because you pitied
That you would have to share me in pieces,
This day for you, that day for her,
Though mine a part was bit of fir.
You wept that I was such a man
That loved not only one but maybe ten
And wanted I to conquer each,
To be as seal on the snowy beach.
It made a puzzle for you, made a problem
That was to be solved quick not slowly.
But you was lost, was in a confusion,
You did not have a clear vision
Of what to sow and what to reap,
And instead of smiling you did weep.
And, I just watched your pretty feet.
I knew that hardly would we meet.
You were at thirty feet in crowd.
I held my girl and did I stand my ground.

What is the truth?
(The voice of insanity)

What pity that I am alone
And nobody calls by phone.
There’s no pity, not at all.
That’s just the matter of the fall,
Of its gold leaves that get on ground
That’re gray ones in the spring time found.
It will all rot, it will all get a-burning
In a bonfire of a heavy learning
Of what is life, of what is love.
And now those gold leaves are doffed
To clean the trees for the hoar of winter
For a lace magic to be played all wilder
With each frost and each blizzard.
And whether I am a green lizard?
To be adapted to the temperature of the season
To get my heart all frozen and to be ruled by reason?
But I do miss the things I did not know
As if forgot I something far ago
I’m lonely and am deserted by all them
Whom did I cherish, now farewell.
I gave them the divorcement’s writs,
The curse’s husband of bad wits,
Because I loved for my own damage
And now I in my past do rummage
To fumble for the roots of future fruits,
To find out who were angels, who were brutes.
Because I want to see my future destiny
In visions of the dreams through scrutiny
Of the Almighty God who censors our fates
According to His knowledge equitability rates.
And, now I’m alone, I have not woman
Because I’m slave of the Almighty Goodman
And He decided I should stay this way
Of my past sins to know what to say.
What waits for me ahead of lifelong road?
A good result or just a boat
That would carry me on by the river of the death
To teach me to wish not more but rather less.
Because I rebelled ‘gainst the Lord
And struggled for the immortality a lot.
And, what I have now all around me?
Much things to pity, much to make me free.
It was a chance, it was a fight
But Lord did show by his Might
That I am just a gutless worm
Whose life’s conditioned by a term.
And what I have except my scars?
To argue with the Lord, it does add stars?
To the epaulettes of the officer of the God.
I was smitten, was broken by the rod
Of that One who is above in the heaven.
One that does not like the human leaven,
Of Pharisees, Sadducees and mere lawyer
As was I one before I put to drawer
The diploma that taught what’s right
Through ways of human reason’s light.
I’m disappointed in all these things.
The God has cut a bit my wings.
I have no money and no ordinary ways
To conquer lipstick, earrings and lace.
I’m just a poet of what a love should be
No more intrigues, a straight way of a bee.
But they left me lonely accursed as the one to die.
I hoped just t’ survive and not with them in bed to lie.
I met some girls of much of curse on them,
Some were just eight, some nine, some ten.
Their reason was to make me husband by the word of Lord
While others were to make them happy and afford
Their bodies not by way of curse, but by the power of beauty eyes.
It was my bargain to get worse, I was offended by the lies.
Still drank I up the cup of the accursed beverage.
For those girls it was a leverage
To settle right their problems in life.
I was allured that I’d have at least them five
When their lovers would all die because of something
As girls did say me putting off their breathing.
And, all those years according to the deal of curse
I was their husband to create it better and not worse.
I cancelled their vows of much anger ‘gainst the Lord.
I took your sins on myself, now punished by a sword.
I was a husband before the God as you did say,
To make all right the future life’s the way
While other men would be your husbands by the law of Caesar.
All those years I suffered for your sins when I did cancel curses on your souls,
And now I give the spiritual writings of divorce, no matter if it’ll add the tolls.
Because I’m tired to suffer for what I did not possess
I know I will be more happy, and unfortunate less
I held that burden all those ugly days
According to your plot I’d be along the cemetery ways.
Because you said, ‘He will die because of our curses
And we will be pure widows of good money sources
The widows never known by the husband of the curse and the word of God.’
And you were glad for your witchcraft, you did yourself belaud.
Or maybe I’m not right, am wrong in all my wrath?
Perhaps you were conserved as virgins by the truth?
And all your marriages were just false?
Because the Lord conserved the honor by His walls
Against the fornication of much says
By only His known strict ones ways.
Because I know that you said me straight
That all your teasing was a kind of the shock therapy made
To bring me out of the land of suffer and insanity.
‘You will be shocked by our clean faithfulness, you dainty.’
And, now I don’t know whom t’ believe,
My eyes that show you are as harlots or the brief
And simple thought that you were all lesbian
To wait for me and my hard days of ‘probrium
Because I really believe that the Lord would not let my brides to be in a defile?
And, whether have I of your lives a file?
And, whether know I that you were truthful?
And, wanted you to make my happiness a full?
I cannot rebuke, I cannot appraise,
I cannot pronounce the simple one phrase.
That I believe in your honesty and your honor,
No matter how much you tried to be covered by a faked dishonor.
I simply cannot believe my happiness.
Did it preserve you that you were lesbians?
And, what for your presumed husbands?
Were they the eunuchs whom the destiny now disbands?
I suffered for a harem, and nobody else did want to share my suffer of the sexual forbearance fast.
So, what a surprise if I get what I earned in the last.
I am sorry now when I am on the brink of the knowing of the verity.
I’m sorry that I called you harlots, say I in much brevity.

Mary

You were named simply – Mary.
You were a kind fairy
That ready was to make
My dream of honey lake
To come alive and true,
Though now I do rue,
Because I said good-bye
And all my words turned lie.
You promised me to be a second.
My life about was t’ be fecund.
We had a night’s negotiation
Of stressful love a long duration.
But she who later did betray
Was stronger and did say her nay
To cancel promise of much hope.
She made me say to my dreams nope.
She was more beautiful and cruel
It was a strange of two girls duel.
And she was stronger and more sharp.
The Amour did just drop his harp.
The strongest threatened her departure.
The one that held my soul in capture.
And, I stayed faithless to you Mary,
And vengeance did not long to tarry.
I was just forceless, was as rag.
Of liar I received the tag.
Or maybe I just pitied that
Who was a sick; a tit for tat
Between two dames I did allow.
And, did I not keep my own vow.
It’s maybe all fruits of the past
Of which I try to find rest.
I lost you both in the final
And now am as old lion
That did lose all his young females,
And now his strength only fails.
Still, hope I that I’ll recover
What lost I, what is now over.
I’m lonely, that’s punishment for treason,
But hope I for other fortunate season.

Preference

I had approached you to find
What was your heart, what was your mind.
I did you ask, ‘You would me marry?’
And you did not t’ demand me tarry
What would the lot of mine be like.
It put between us deep a dike,
Due being yet a little lad,
‘The prophet of God,’ I said.
You laughed in anger, hating pose,
‘A stinky goatskin in froze!
But better I do curse my beauty
Than be a wife of you, good booty!’
Then saw you one that crossed the street,
‘That’s who to be my husband’s meet.
His dad’s the director of trust,
He’ll build me house, that’s be must.
His son himself will be an engineer.
To marry him, I have no fear.
While you are doomed to be just poor.’
And, saw I that I had small lure
For that but pretty, pretty girl.
The dream of mine - to happiness hurl.
But, she just jerked the son of rich man,
While he was big-eyed - ‘How can?’
As if it was her mainly asset,
To brandish to the face to set
Idea of which did prevail
In world, and what did fail.
But charity it never fails.
I’ll build my road of the rails
To find that one who’ll be mine,
To walk with me along the line.
Regretted much I her whose name,
Was beautiful the same as her, for Jane.
What is to me just left to do?
To love and hope, need I, too.
To pray for her – if that is sin?
And to be fond of her, what’s mean?
I leave all that to God Almighty,
And, we’ll I pass my days then lightly.

Parting with the one that never was mine

The last time it was when I saw you, your slender body.
The dean distributed the diplomas; somebody looked in from the lobby.
I loved you but it was a crime,
Because you chose to be the other one’s, not mine.
And, that’s a sin to love the woman that is the neighbor’s wife.
No matter if she changed them four or five.
The Lord punished me hard for all my feelings.
The bridges are burnt, the lot cast in is.
I had spotted you many years ago; you were in a blue sweater.
I thought that was a good girl to love, what might be better.
Maybe, it flattered you that I fell in love with your person.
I waited you to get tired with another boy under this sun.
But, could I brook it no more long:
The shame of being faithful ‘n’ lonely, the aim of evil tongue.
And, was I sick and ugly in the sight.
To bear it I used all of the worn out might.
And, now sat I just beside you in big hall,
A lot of people, off me divided by a wall.
A wall of choice, venture ‘n’ bravery, very tall.
A wall that was constructed by a painful fall.
The fall from sanity to madness, when it’s all.
Still, had a hope and believe and strong a call
To get my seat beside you, where’s warm.
To feel your flavors, profile and form.
But, you were red with shame,
In that had turned it ugly way.
You were ashamed by love of mine to your so dignitary self.
Was I on my unlucky part a shrewd and clever elf?
No, I was just desperate and freedom seeking wild horse
That jumped into the canyon bottomless, afraid not of the worse.
To save itself from slavery of the corral,
To substitute to compromise a deadly snarl
When pain is such that cannot be just borne,
When flesh is killed and body is all torn.
But, now sat I just near your pretty body ‘n’ soul,
The pleasure that I paid for with so frightful toll.
But, you were red in cheeks and whether in a blame.
To watch beside you a black sheep, a duck that’s lame.
And, ask I of my conscience just one question.
You were ashamed because I was too low to give kiss to your chin?
And, me all getting only more low and beneath
Not worthy was for the first or second kiss.
I wanted t’ give the sweet one kiss, but heard I serpent’s hiss.
And, ‘stead of pleasure had I pain and anguish
When fangs of venom cut down on my wish.
Felt you disgraced because you were loved by one who passed through madness?
The one who wanted to forbear of the sin of substitute of sex, a careless.
I was all weathered, but the suffering did make more noble my heart.
I was afar in ocean, in still and storm, without a chart.
I could not turn my back on sense of honor and return
With tail among the legs, on contrary I was more firm.
And, now I again put question of the very same.
You felt ignominy because my love in public came?
What is the reason of red cheeks?
My waiting of the countless weeks?
That turned a principle on my unfortunate side.
And, felt you no more the power and pride.
I guess, and now I know why you hid your eyes.
It is because you were the woman of too small a size
For such a love and such a passion,
Your own principle for love is ‘cash on’.
You could not credit the bid of that who labored hard,
Because you sought for money, not for heart.
And, now the dilemma’s broken with its horns.
I know though tried you to follow your game,
I was no more a second choice of bad fame.
You could not make that design of yours to come all true,
And, that was undoubtedly reason you did rue.
I did not come to dancing party of the termination of the law school.
It was because I did not see much future, everybody deeming me a fool.
I lost my chance t’ invite you for a dance.
I was just desolate, but now a freelance.
I let to go off the possibility to hold you in arms,
And, maybe I will never see you, no alms.
But, what I want and ask of God by any means,
Demand I that the Lord forgive me those my sins
That born were by that feeling of affection,
Of love that could not be effectual.

Feminine sailor

I do not know your name, and never did.
I know not where you came from. Isn’t it?
You were in a sailor’s vest, long as a dress.
You smoked a cigarette, a bottle of beer and the rest.
It was as if you gave out a Save Our Souls signal.
As a ship that was in a distress: storm, hurricane and all.
I had a pity on you and maybe a love. Who knows?
You were all pretty, hair, face and even varnished toes.
I prayed for you and felt the Holy Presence
Of the Almighty Spirit o’ Love. Came it whence?
Of course, from heaven because the Lord also did you pity.
And, maybe love. Though might not you him bias, however dainty.
The presence of the Lord was so powerful and strong
That even singer on the platform in half voice sang his song.
What will then come of all it, just a glimpse?
We’ll maybe never meet again to me it seems.
Though prayed I that the Lord gave you to be my woman.
But lonely I am and poor one, and days just go on.

The young lady in the tax office

The visit to the tax office made I early that day.
I was prepared to get digging in the dirt of the bureaucratic sway.
But what I found was a diamond of excellent beauty and charm.
Though hidden it was under the image of the law long arm.
You were tired of the work of bills and numbers.
I bet you longed so strong to get dissolved in slumbers.
But, Jesus said let’s give to Caesar what is Caesar’s.
And, you were on your duty to watch after the misers
That did not want to share their pennies and pounds,
Because in such ones the land just abounds.
There was no coquetry or the play of the femininity.
There was just seriousness and perhaps dignity.
Was there a chance for me to try to get acquainted?
I did not fret because of fear and not fainted.
Then, what divided us so heavily and so far?
It was maybe that did not want I of your mood to mar.
Because I have a reputation of the man that is but tough.
A man not to consent by compromise to spoil love.
A man that tried not to live as did live the hypocrites and all.
A man that was knocked ponderously but did not fall.
A man that preferred the opprobrium of insanity
To the slavery of the sin, vainglory and vanity.
Because almost all are the members of a club,
When woman of the one sleeps with another the time he is in pub.
It all begins to be accepted in the childhood and youth,
The thought that all the rest do live the same, it only does soothe.
But I did not arrange with all those girls I met, to act as did the all.
They hated me because of it and sweetness was done over by gall.
I was accursed and they wished me death and suffering.
Still, was I true toward my Lord and that’s which is the thing.
But, people laughed of my attempts to make along without women.
The sin himself is not at all indulging and bit clement
When do you fight against it tempering your flesh.
And, net of sickness and insanity did take me mesh by mesh.
That’s why I could not be just full of humor and a playboy.
I knew it was my way and offer to divide it, only t’ annoy.
There was a wall between me and that girl that was industrious, not lazy,
Due first thing she would heard of people would be, ‘He is crazy.’
So, I just keep your memory so deeply in my heart.
I wage my war against the sin by being man of art.
I want to write how I lived by the Bible.
Owing I have to defend being a Christian title.
There was no possibility for an amusement or a romance.
Because the atmosphere all around me is so hard and tense.
I feel uneasy because instead of love I preach the suffering.
But, whether is it easy to acquire a wedding ring?
A woman wants to be known by as many men as she is able to attract.
You better do not argue with that wisdom, that’s a fact.
And, if you do not want to be the member of the promiscuous club,
It’s hard to find happiness and second half, your hands you do not rub.
You maybe will now call me damping cloth and bore.
But, I am just for pure love, that’s what I did fight for.
I know I began to tell a tale about romantic feelings
But slowed down and turned off to other things.
Still, all that only for you to understand
Why could not I to offer her my hand.
I might just love that dark and full of beauty eyes.
The ones that are so deep as is the sea. And, whether wise?
I do not know owing to mask of the official status.
And whether women did collect the taxes in the time of lotus?
I am a black sheep for all the people in my village.
Because I dared to be free, but might not manage
The power of love and passion, and of sweet sensation.
And, now should I have you told of the assuaging.
But, tell I of the pain and trouble, all needs patience.
You are so beautiful and so deeply precious,
Though cannot I love you in open and to confess.
I still do cherish you and pray and pain of heart is less.
I did not see the wedding ring on your all gracious finger.
But, maybe you are somebody’s? What sings the singer?
You are so slender and of accurate fine features.
Your beauty should be taught but whether it not teaches?
And, whether you are virgin to be wife of priest?
The man that’s held by the Lord’s strong fist.
I know nothing of your origin and situation.
Of my love barely I did at all till now mention.
I know only that if it is the will of the Almighty God,
To hold you in arms as wife will be my luck, my lot.

The woman in the weeds of future

The banking hours were still in their full,
The clients played with money by the pull.
The deposits and credits, moves of money:
You are interested in the coins muddy?
I’m not. Because what came I for?
To watch a woman on first floor.
She opened me a nominated bank account
To transfer certain green amount.
She had too many rings on her sweet fingers.
And, that one which gives jealous ringers.
I though I am doubted to be the prophet of Lord.
I saw her in the weeds of black, to add accord.
Accord with the death of the clearing of debts.
Let’s not to doubt it at all, let’s, let’s.
I will make her sit into a blackish car,
To ride her to eternity, that far.

White boots

A pair of boots for a pair of foots:
The symbol of free femininity.
That question the modesty moots,
But is left to days of calamity.
How can I take those white sharp nosed boots?
Only by the tomb stones and cemetery flowers.
How can we judge that One who loots
By known only by Him powers?
We should not do so if want to stay alive.
If want to stay before the abyss of the hell and not to dive.
How can we doubt the black power of jealousy?
No way. It is the way of leprosy.
So, keep mum, hush, hush.
The death is going on with its fiery slush.


Exchange

Her glance is of Amour dart’s lance.
Let’s meet at certain time at dance.
Let’s play in love with a woman of sacred purity,
Not defiled by the shared cakes and black tee.
I crossed your way because you left the root.
It was to show my smile was counted as good.
Though was it evil and even jeering.
You should recognize it in safe fearing.
What can you offer me? A curse?
I take it to be laconic and terse.

Count-out

One, two, again, again, three
Only death can make you free.
Four, five, again, again, six
To be maidservant you should mix.
Seven, eight, again, again, nine
The life in harem is fine.
Ten, eleven, again, again, twelve
You should be shrewd as little elf.
Thirteen, fourteen, again, again, fifteen
Try to guess what it does mean.
Sixteen, seventeen, again, again, eighteen
You should be fat or should be lean.
Nineteen, twenty, again, again, twenty one
To believe in Jesus, it is fun.
God is son and God is Father
Whom do you prefer rather?

Funny day

Funny day is full of clay, no doubt hot.
Who is mine and who is hers, and who is just a not.
You should go all the way to the place of hope.
Do not hurry, do not wait, do not mean a nope.
It is funny, no sense, just some dirty image.
You should know it is fret, it is biting midge.
You feel hot and you feel fun, you are full desire.
And to add a little fun is to fuel fire.
I do know you are chest, fallen all day long.
But to come to meet my day you should sing a song.
No sense and little rime: all along the road.
Fine and finer, finest line that will take up toad.
It will take it by a hook, just to pick on bait.
Do you catch it, do you bite, do not even wait?
If you want to be a princess, first the spell is gone.
There’re so many ugly princes, and only one Don.
So, what to choose does virgin, honor or the death.
She has dreams and she has body but the time all less.
I will ask you into castle that will come along,
Long the line as does the vessel, here rings the gong.
Where’s castle does my hidden be put on the rock?
In the Spain, you are just ridding that I have to mock.
Understand you all that question: be or not to be?
Be you be, but nowhere take the little bee.
What the fun to make a poem that has no sense.
Try to see the image, voice – try to see here hence.
There’s princess in the desert in the refuge camp.
She pretends to be a wizard holding the lamp.
Who should go in the darkness looking for the key?
It is I, who else is crazy to go ‘gainst the lee.
What is lee? A general Lee? No legal fee.
Is to pay a lazy boss that should be not free?
Do not curse against the Lord, do not say He’s three.
It is stupid, it is loss, God is one, it’s even thee.
You feel bad, and I feel good, who is then the Lord?
Only that One who is free to pronounce ‘fraud’.
Fraud for fraud and good for good, even till the end.
And the Lord if He takes fee, He will later lend.
Lend for percent, lend for fun, even for interest.
To play chess is just bad stuff, you should know, Miss.
Misses, Misses, you are Miss? Where’s your good Mister. Here? Hiss.
There’s no Miss only a Mister. Misses, Misses you were bad
To make hasty choice, blood is blue and blood is red.
Here lies the voice. What the voice? That of death
That is calling swiftly. Come my Dear, come to bless.
It is hard? Then, priestly. You are virgin. I’m a man.
Go to embrace me. I did suffer for the plan.
Fortunate is the Mistress.
Why she’s fortunate? She is Miss, simply ‘twas a play.
When the husband is all dead, we will say Ok.
That is cruel, that is bad, do you accusation?
I feel now you do feel strong and bad relation.
Correlation and relation, is there any choice?
It’s the choice of the free, badly is invoice.
Did I pay for your sweet life? You my debtor now.
Do not want to pay the truth? Vow, powwow.
Who should smoke, who should drink? For th’ inebriation?
That is I. I now weep, ‘cause I am bad assuaging.
I did suffer, you did love, one another other.
Who is I? The crazy toss or the fortunate Father?
I am crazy. That is truth. No argues given.
But I’m not at all a hap. Who should make scores even?
You feel bad and I feel good, you were caught off balance.
Who is balance? That is I, checking the nonchalance.
Who did take my Bride along? Who did take a stamp?
That will go all the way to the dead men’s camp.
This that is all way from city, rifle smoke, tears.
How otherwise, I can put on you due fears?
You will go catch me now: pitchforks in the hands.
You should know make the trouble is of no sense.
I feel bad, when I am afraid I am even better.
You want make a common raid? I will send a letter.
But email, or by post mail, now matter how.
I do have to write again, there’s powwow.
Powwow of the vow, that is much of tire.
But to hate the enemy add the fuel t’ fire.
I am tired, that is true. I should take my leave.
But, to send me to the hell there’s no heave.
I’m afraid, but I am strong, do not even think it.
I will go all along even for a trinket.
For a trinket of the lass that is on the neck.
I will go and to see and her virtue check.
If the trinket is all empty, then protection’s null.
But, we should forget the past days and say a-bye lull.

Love

Love seldom brings the rest,
Only in the wind of west.
We know hardly what we are,
We feel not so long, so far.
We are afraid to play on chance,
But what’s ahead is just to last.
I like to wander in the times,
To kill a man costs me just dimes.
But now’s time of jubilee,
And killing is not ever free.
You understand, or do not catch
The sense of life is of death match.
I am afraid you are afraid,
To save you I must make a raid
To grab the souls in my heart,
To bring the life that’s bloody dart.
Who never killed, he never fathered.
Who never loved, he never hated.
That’s why you’ll know later.
Today’s enough of wisdom verse,
I’m going to wash my curse.

Maidens

I preached you were the harlots, you are maidens.
I told you behaved as sluts, society do say you’re ladies.
You did all marry in sure effort to take the burden off my back
In time my strength of will and flesh might lack.
You did dishonor your repute all only in my eyes blind.
And, hardly can at all I any blemish find.
You are as precious vessels of sweet odor.
I should earn money to you take in order
In which you are arranged by wisdom of the providence.
And, know I to wither come and whence.
You able were to cheat only me alone.
In shame remember I my haughty tone.
I feel all heavier because you’re undefiled.
My mood turns sober and mild.
Still, happy I am for this evident a fact
That all you sorcery was just a way of tact.
The whole people knew you were the pinkest most.
Some pregnant got by Holy Ghost.
And, now find I in children yours my own traits and features.
That life and girls are honest, to me it all but teaches.
And whether can a girl defile a girl?
For that I did cast down much a pearl?
I paid the fine for maiden brides.
And, nobody cheated me, good tides.

Queen’s daughter

The Queen has born a daughter to a Knight.
Of this I now took my pen to write.
Oh, how could I say it all t’ be right?
That’s of the daughter soul warming sight.
Too early Knight had known battles’ horn.
From very early victories he’d worn.
He had his say in coronation’s plot.
His queen had taken lucky lot.
He knew his queen years later,
When she desired to her servant cater.
She made him drink the wine and rape,
To give him credit’s debt instead of order tape.
He never was that happy, ever t’ be.
And, many people did the picture see.
The Master of knights just did upbraid
And compensation should be risky raid.
The queen was of an oversea kingdom.
Such thing it ever happen, even seldom.
The knight had paid from his life long account.
Still, was by many he t’ be guilty found.
They said he took the curse and spell off Queen,
Her glory ‘nd beauty to be such as never seen.
And, they parted after Knight advised her on her ruling.
She said, ‘Let’s never part, our hearts not cooling.
You be my minister, pass over t’ my service.’
But, Knight said, ‘Not. Not fully did I drink my chalice.
The many battles are ahead ‘n my life.
I have to win, I have to strive.’
Still, promised Queen to consecrate her songs t’ her Knight
And wait until all over is fight.
The years had passed, the Knight knew victories and wounds.
He saw his rivals lie in tombs.
But he himself was ‘most ruined and bankrupt.
In that the dames had made his life corrupt.
He paid for love, he paid for nights.
He was much lower in rights.
He took the vow for the dames he loved.
He did not know wine and love and many days followed.
In dire hours of night, he dreamt of Queen.
In his strong arms, her often seen.
The cruel years had passed, his choice was the trade of minstrel
To tell of live of his, of love and curse he knew so well.
And, in a certain day, he saw his daughter on a picture
Beside her mother and his love art teacher.
And, he recalled how many years ago the violation hardly saved the honor.
He knew he was in much of debt, and passed away the days of feeling always loner.
And, though Master said one day that Knight himself will be a King in future time.
It’s all the same the miracle of whole clime.
He able was to win this right in much of work and pain.
And, though they say the Queen was loved and married, that’s in vain.
Because the Knight does know she kept virgin.
If not to count that sweet day for which he passed through scourges.

Dance

You did lay your chin on my shoulder.
My fears, pain and former anguish did molder.
I felt you were tender and bold in your attention.
And, of my pride and comfort I don’t mention.
In end of whole thing, I did invite you for a dance.
I dreamt of this sweet day the long years’ romance.
I trembled because of joy and kept hands firmer.
We danced all during two songs, all time did murmur.
And, after many days of my strong love, all thence.
I for the first time did catch your of love and pain full glance.

Not to be reached

That girl is hardly able to be reached by me.
She is by church of manners taught without fee.
To boot, I want to be a writer and a poet by trade.
But, family needs money, and on which it’s made?
Not right away on verses and short stories written.
And, you are lioness although always play a kitten.
Oh, how could I find trail to your sweet heart?
The answer is to visit church. I start.

Pink

I met you a summer day, a day of July.
I thought you were sincere, you were sly.
You gave yourself to me to break the oath
That given was to call only those “both”,
Who were of very same sweet fair sex.
For a girl to love a girl was the strict lex.
It has originated from the birth day curse.
And whether a union with a man is worse?
I loved you, still I was unhappy very
Because you did not want to be a fairy.
You wanted to be a cruel sorceress instead.
You told lies about your past to add the lead
Which lay on my heart with each word of yours
And in your tales about former life you were not terse.
You said I was only eighth in row of prevalence.
My soul was much torn and pierced hence.
Once, I was sage to realize the pink was the right color
You were dishonest you did say in the home parlor.
You told me the tale about seashore romance.
It hardly had the essence and the sense.
But, you were able to persuade to make me sad.
I was downcast, forgot the truth, turned mad.
Then, came a day I got a firm and clear idea
That I was very first, I lost the shame and fear.
I was so passionate in making love and kisses.
You understood that you became my saint mistress.
Still, you decided to cut abrupt our sweet relations
You made a barricade to my pure love realizations.
Again, I did forget the truth that you were pink.
I lost the verity and to the real thing the link.
But, after time had past I know you are pure source of love.
I wait and see myself as to the sky being tossed a dove.
Which would cast himself down to the earth from high above
To meet his girlfriend sitting on a branch in tranquil grove.


Jack

I understood about Jack.
My happiness it does not lack.
Is he the Devil, or the God?
He’s all the same a steady Lord.
I’m full of gladness all the same.
Now’s all honorable name.
The name of mine, the name of his.
My enemies, they all but hiss.
I fucked so many girls and boys.
My life is struggle, not just toys.
I’m king of house mine and lord.
I can and may too much afford.
Is he a sinner, or a saint?
It does not matter, do not faint.
I’m accurate and fine in weathers.
Collect I orders, medals, feathers.
What would I be without Jack?
Not number one, I would just lack.
I love him much because he’s me.
I pay him salary and fee.

Responsibility

Am I responsible for what?
Whether I know, know not?
I am in answer for all things.
For that I given was the angel’s wings.
Is honorable it to suffer?
To take of many girls a flower?
To make a scene, to make a movies?
And, to remember ill deed, it is.
I was beloved and loved myself.
That’s why I have a steady realm.
Am I to show the respect, or not?
You should just pull your lifetime lot.
I loved the girls, I loved the boys.
That thought makes happy, not annoys:
I have so many kids and all.
Who am I? Average, or else fall?
I’m knight of night, and pay of day.
My body won’t soon but lay,
In tomb of mine, in tomb of space.
I will appreciate the lace.

Madam

My queen of heart, she does just play.
For happiness of hers, who’s t’ pay?
I ordered music, ordered dance.
And, cruelty, it does come whence?
The cards did show she was mine.
It was all good, ripe, d’ shine.
I am her real husband, man.
The other all, each o’ them just fan.
I earned all money for her faith.
I earned just less than’s cost of lace.
To lee the woman of a night.
To someone else, to start a fight.
She is my girl, my woman, wife.
She was the lighthouse ‘n my dreary life.
Who am I if not just a nut?
If thought I she’d have been a slut?
She’s faithful, love filled, steady girl.
She helped me to become an earl.
I am serene I met her once.
I did not let up my sweet chance.

Young maiden

I dream of her to be my wife.
Second in turn, not second ‘n life.
She was just glad and wept
When I was so that I crept.
She is my fiancée, my beloved.
She all OK, impossible t’ be shoved.
She is not just so needy
To be my first, that greedy.
She’s beautiful and straight, OK.
My heart, it did profess its say.
The say that she’s my girl and mistress.
Though all legal, no tristess.
Invented I new word in English,
From French, to be just feverish.
The feverish is name of new race
Of men who will not turn their face
From difficulties and romances
In Italies, Britains, Frances.
To live forever and to suffer.
To weep a little and to suffer.

Counsel

My father said ‘invest in men,
Not in the pleasures if you can’.
Be man to be just served by army
And not to serve the orders funny.
He is authority for me.
For that I paid him much of fee.
He was to sacrifice his life.
It was for him from twenty five.
But, I just took his stead and stood.
I did not change my character, my mood.
Respect I him, but still upbraid
Because he did not make a raid
On the ungodly, frightful men.
He understood he was not right when I killed ten.
Now, that double way respect.
And, visited I not a sect.
But, just a church, a meeting.
It was ‘n my play an inning.
And, t’ wind up that story,
I’ll build a house in five stories.

Mother

Respected I my mother much.
That was my lot, I was just such,
For that I will live till one hundred sixty four.
And, whether need I more?
I healed her, she not had the pity.
But, she was not the riddingly.
She was the mother to be fine.
For her I jump across the line
From simple life, to life with harem.
For her not t’ be in fear, killed I ten.
She does respect me but not love.
Because I’m not to be shoved
From place of mine in that good life.
I often show her my five,
The five I cut the fingers o’ man.
To have a stepmother there then.
She is my mother, mom, my parent.
For that I every day pay rent,
In finding for her the gran’kids.
For that I strain each day my wits.

True virgin

She said she’d been a slut.
And, I believed, a nut.
She’ve born me trinity.
A boy is first, the girl, because of tea.
I paid her as a waitress of luck.
In my heart there was a muck
Because I was too credulous,
A bastard, bad a felonious.
She’s happy, no need of me,
I said before it was because of tea
I paid for with the coins
Of kid from my cursed loins.
She bore whom she wanted.
For that I was ‘wanted’.
But, they could not collect the money
That’s a bit funny.
She’s my queen dynamic.
Though I am not a lunatic.

Pastor

He was and is my pastor,
Though I’m much faster.
He was a criminal,
But, now all is legal.
I prayed for him to be forgiven.
It was not Pharisees’ a leaven.
He is my friend and brother.
Preferred I him but rather.
He is my ally and my Jesus,
And, now saint he just is as.
I love him much because he’s mob.
Though I prayed and he just sob.
He’s doctor’s mine a legal nephew.
And, not to be a Donahue:
He preached to me, and listened I,
I b’lieved him though it was lie.
But, now knows he the truth.
His soul is in much of sooth.

Father ‘n’ mother

My father ‘n’ mother always quarreled.
My father in Vietnam warlord.
They just quarrel to play sooth.
His way before me was not smooth.
But, now he’s all respectable.
The same as my all fortunate mother.
I am their son and ‘heritor,
For that I made a war.
They all the prophets all now.
And, cow ours it low.
But, our family is just grand,
For that my soul did I rend.
They are Ok, just fine, just funny.
He’s my aldays respectable a daddy.
My mom also is Ok.
She’s my collector Mary Cay.
I love them much because they quarrel.
Just to exploit me, they all.

My aunt

My aunt was a nurse
And, whether it’s worse?
She is my relative, my friend.
For that also did I rend,
My soul and my blood.
And, there was my ‘but’.
I ‘phoned her she sowed flowers.
She’s all all fine, she’s ours.
I am her nephew and her blood.
For her believed I in the God.
She put me in injections.
It was of curse rejections.
I love her much, I love her fine.
She relative of mine, she’s line,
Across the death, across the row.
She never was my foe.
It is all just rainbow,
I’ll never say her ‘go’.

My aunt preferred

She was my aunt preferred,
And, wanted t’ die of happiness.
And, asked I of that Lord,
That she was always fearless.
She did not pity me,
I am not pitiful.
She was in lee.
Just playful.
I loved her much but she did die.
It is a truth, not lie.
I am not a dirty liar.
That’s word of slang.
I slung me fire.
Her son’s Ok.
She knew of that.
That was her faith, her lot.

Brother Guido

He is my Brother, and my friend.
For that I paid to God my rent.
I am his schoolboy and a fluff,
Of what he did just laugh.
I do respect him, he’s my teacher.
He is a godly friendly preacher.
He is my pastor ‘so.
He can me send to go.
To wage a war against the sin.
That’s what his friendship means.
I pray for too much me seemed.
But, now know I was beaned.
To eat the beans of faith and truth.
I not preferred the broth.
He is my lesson counter.
For that my wife, amount her.
He told me the truth ‘bout me.
I will him pay all days my fee.

The blond

You are a natural a blond.
And, there’s no peroxide.
I broke that too very bond.
That was the base of your pride.
You are my friend, my girl, my maiden.
Though I am very much a-laden.
I love you much, I love you so.
If I’d be bull, I’d do all low.
But, I’m a man, and that is all.
I did not let your honor fall.
You are my compass, my straight line,
On which I will all go.
You are my girlfriend, always mine.
I am not oak, I’m the pine.
You never cheated me I know.
Your enemy will be my foe.

The daughter of a Gypsy Baron

You are a princess of the Gypsy.
And, there’s no hypocrisy.
You are my wife and girl.
Because of that I’m Gypsy earl.
My civil wife did taste you said she.
You said I frightened you, you wondered.
But, I did not flounder.
I love you so, so much,
Your chin my shoulder did touch.
You bore also me a daughter.
And, whether to be that I thought her?
That was her own private question.
For that I said she laid her chin,
On my right shoulder, all so.
My actions they now grow.
I could be cruel, still I’m dove,
That did not sacrifice his fluff,
But, blood of his he did all offer.
To be a gentle steady muffler.
It’s is mistake, I mean that’s her.

Mountain girl

Your ancestors did ‘scend from mountains.
You know why and whence?
I maybe know that’s for opium?
I maybe show that’s for her?
You seem t’ be cruel, but you’re good.
And, what the mood do I would?
The sage and serene character.
Of my sweet maiden, of her.
That falsely testified a marriage.
With one that hardly at all was a fidget.
But I was all hiss and worry.
I was a hero all warly.
You wanted t’ be my concubine.
But, should be a wife, in harem mine.
It is to save you honor.
And, not to be a phoner.
I dated you across the line,
Of liaison telephone Zion.
You should be mine, I should be yours.
And, property should be all hers.

Benedicta

You are a girl Italian.
For that I draw my foliant.
I raped you? Hardly.
Still, I beaten was.
I was all bloody.
So much it cost.
Still, nonetheless you’re mine.
And, that’s at all not mile.
But just an inch to be together.
To bring to world a godly weather.
You’re my sweet stone, not a witch.
And, to prefer I should what, which?
I pierced heart of mine all through.
It’s to be not one but two.
Together in one bed,
To catch a fish with lead.
I like you much, please, love,
Though, did I blood to cough.
But there’s no regrets.
I simply thought the rat.
That you’ll be honorable lady.
All shine inside, and friendly.

Insomnia

I cannot sleep
Because of raid.
I cannot weep
Because don’t fear.
They can all make a little raid,
And, solve the problem of leer
I smoke much, I smoke t’bacco.
Because I do not want ‘B’ hepatitis.
My tomb could have been, it is.
Still, smoke, smoke, smoke much.
Because afraid am of the snatch
Of men of secret chambers.
In such a case, it nothing’d help.
It not the wood, it’s not a pulp.
It’s just a real document,
A dead line, it’s better I’d not wept.
Still, it’s Ok, and no bravado,
I’m not a crazy desperado.

Mary

She’s Mary, like mom of Jesus.
I should protect her, not a ficus.
She is a daughter of a great man,
And, should be lady with a fan.
I killed and kill, and will kill,
Only terrorists of crazy folly.
Because I’m not a fool, a ‘raca’.
I’m not the empty cruel fucker.
I love her really, and truly
I should heal her, not bit, but fully.
She is delivered t’ me by fortune.
And, am I really in torture.
But’s better t’ suffer than to weep,
Because the law it was a grip.
I’m count, baron, prince and king,
Still, know I, not saves a ring.
But, saves the love and Calvary.
What’s am afraid I really.
I love her much, I love her touch,
I cannot take her just as such.

Government

I am afraid of war,
That’s what I fought, I for.
A count is a friend of ‘count.
It does to power amount.
I want to be in special forces.
And, what’s to kill, the question it is?
It is to punish with the sward.
Those who do not respect the Lord.
I was a peasant, mafioso.
I want t’ be president also.
I ask the pardon for the ‘article’.
In that the articles prevail,
Not those of the language, but of law.
I’m as a dog, do wail.
On ‘count of my gnaw.
The doping of bicycles?
Not so.
I am the man of fear of the Lord.
And governments, it’s due to law.

Bakir Akram Hussein

That is a man of foreign tribe.
But my respect, it’s always ripe,
Because he is a sponsor.
He does not pay to ‘racket’.
What’s it for?
I think because he is a ‘crocket’,
Too complex to be solved by ‘rocket’.
He was mail friend of Gagarin.
And, whether have I to talk it?
He is a man, t’ be always in,
The inning of a complex spin.
And, want you know what I mean?
I do say more, he is a dean.
On th’ faculty of life and space.
He is a man of other race.
Still, have I t’ say he is a friend.
For him I’ll always fortune to mend.
Because such anomalies seemingly,
Do not appear on an empty place, really.

Laura

Laura was a patient,
In the spa center.
She healed was with the procedures.
And, are interested readers?
Whether I knew her by her flesh the whole way?
I don’t know, what can I say?
Maybe Jack knew her, not Michael?
But, I kissed her and picked her.
She told me about a secret.
About how the girls pretend not t’ be virgins.
There was regret? In all the regions.
I played ping pong with her and was amused,
At how much I was all fused.
She is my girl the same, just same.
Though did I not to put the fame
On the way.
Laura is the river’s name.
The one in France, for me, the same.

Atlant

Atlant the world holds on his back.
Whether you want his courage tack?
Then t’ ‘preciate his fag.
He is a man of honesty,
And, hardly there’s modesty.
He is just me, he is just he,
Who’ll never lower his knee.
Before a man, before a woman.
Who played the soc’ like Ronald Cuman.
Respect I him because he’s me.
For that you don’t pay the fee.
On ‘count he is just admirer.
Professional a firer.
He is just little cruel man,
For that you don’t try to put the ban.
He’s Christian and Jew, and Muslim.
That’s why his wives are slim.
You want to bid him farewell?
In darkness ‘f death he won’t fell.
Not you, not your family.
Because he’s a God, really.

The virgin they tried t’ dishonor

The number ten, they tried t’ dishonor her.
But now she prefers the fur.
She was Tadjik by her father,
She is Russian by her mother.
Her honorable grandfather,
He is a count rather.
He is my friend and teacher.
I don’t want to leach her.
She also lied to me to make me jealous.
For that I did collect the reals.
In her bank of glass jar,
Which emptied I so far.
I stood for her, I stood all up.
My glass of wine is now a cup.
And, drink I for her health.
Just to acquire wealth.
What can I say of more?
What fought I for?
I fought for modesty and purity.
Of beverage that gives the parity.

Sucker

I sucked the blood, matter, milk.
Whether I at all wink?
No, I did it for the Devine healing.
It was my inning.
In the game of such a bandy,
That is much more brandly.
Because reflected I the curse,
T’ never return to th’ Earth.
I am the king and baron now.
Because invented I my FAU.
That is fool proof to prove.
They’ll never touch the cove
Of the whole world across the planet.
Because it works on magnet.
And, electricity also,
To make the life harder though.
I was a modest inventor.
I was my real factor.
But, now I’m all soothed.
Because I am a boothed.

Vito Carleone

He is my friend by Spirit.
Is it so funny, is it?
He took my wife under protection.
And, there can be no rejection.
He is my brother and my friend.
For that I did too much amend.
He’s Vito Carleone.
Is it “phone’?
He is my factor of the fear.
Because respect is based on leer.
I watch that nobody touched him.
Because he was ‘n my team.
I mean the real Karleone.
Not that cheap book all “phone’.
I will respect him all my days.
Because he saved the babes.
He will be baby of my blood.
I am to have such father glad.
He is my baby of the soul.
Because he hardly fouled.

God

The God is my friend
Like it was with Abraham.
He is not the fiend
As said brother Branham.
He protected my harem,
And, I protected his interests.
And, I ‘lmost. no rest.
I should protect his rights
In regular the fights.
His arm is strong,
And, He is Spirit.
Who makes the wrong,
He’ll feel it.
I am his mercenary.
His devil.
To torture foreigners,
Who make the evil.
He is not ill, he is not sick.
I am also, am not week.
Flirt

What is a flirt?
It is to turn dynamo.
For such I’ll never hurt.
It makes the world to go.
What is the word ‘my nemo’?
It is my deadly woe.
What can afford I?
Just a lie?
Not so.
And, do not say ‘be, be’!
I am the god in my sweet world.
Or, will ‘d
I am the lord because a count.
And, will I go up my mount!
Due am I a king of my house.
To work, my sons! Don’t browse.

Mite

I will put in my mite.
That there was no deficit.
I will give more of light.
To be for all in proficit.
I am widower of virgins,
That died before me.
And whether I’m alone, in ‘s?
I am to be to fee,
All them that died before.
That’s what I fought for.
I am the father by the blood.
But you do have a Father.
If you don’t want a blood.
Prefer him rather.
I’ll for the foreigners, for strangers,
The spiritual mighty rangers.
I am alone but with them.
For that I killed my ‘ten’.

HIV

What’s HIV? You do not see?
You’ll of that afar to flee.
But, better make a steady blow,
To hell the door to lock.
Should I to eat the cocaine?
Or, just to use the heroin?
No, should I smoke tobacco.
To make to go th’ logo.
I’m son of man, I’m son of God.
Of that what can pronounce, what?
I need to be the number one.
And that for healing, not for fun.
You find in it a funny stuff?
Then, do just laugh, laugh, laugh.
I will invite you to the hell,
If find you’ ‘IV t’ be well.
What is P.S. of the letter.
The situation shall be better.


TOBACCO VERSES

Stuck

I’m stuck down here in the hell.
I do not tell that story well,
Because of boring and the pain.
Still, that’s not suffering, I feign.
I’m in the madhouse. Whether ain’t?
The walls just lack the yellow paint.
None’less I don’t feel me crazy,
Though do I shave with a common razor.
I’m not afraid of anything.
Due I am hoping for a ring,
That will I gift to my sweet lady,
To be f’r her beauty everlasting.
The list of paper is now ending,
I don’t want t’ feel myself a-pending.

Thoughts of freedom

I think of freedom very often.
I does make hard me and not soften.
I knew long ‘go I’d be here.
And, very young I did all leer
At such a crazy guy as me
Who found to be mad as free.
And, I did watch myself and see
That love and pleasure I’d be in.
That’s why I’m happy and all correct.
Not have the anguish as a fact.
I love my girls along the way.
And, find sense for them to lay
The flowers on my open palm
For me to execute, t’ be mum.

Harem

I yearn to have a harem
To be as an adult strongest ram.
But, you play harlots in the sense
That t’ see you virgin needs a lens
Because you’re really the maidens
And never ever spoiled b’ ravens
That seek an easy way approach
To get instead in a pack a cockroach,
Because they’re mine and lesbian
If not to reckon for them t’ be Persian
For me as a king to take their beauty
In taking bills to make them footy.

Will

I strained my will to be all strong.
I bet that I all did it wrong
Because the flesh ruled by the law
It brings in soul a hard gore,
In that the grace is always needed.
And, anger is not for just feed it,
To be in wrath and in the broth
If the mom put on my neck a cross.

Sober

The sober verse is heavier and stranger,
In that it is not a flow of the conscience.
But, ponderous thinking on the future.
For those thoughts I now am mature.
For me the neutral position is fit.
I hope, see and know I’ll them meet.
My girls who live without me.
It’s maybe they’re only free.
I ask the pardon of the Lord
That fortified I wheel of fortune with a cord
Of dream and ideology against the common sense.
It is from the reality a hedge, a fence.
I really believe my girls are pure maids.
And, I fought off the sinners’ raids.
I’m happy if ‘t might be called this way
My heart pain gets the rise when I allay.

Value

I put much value on the love.
But, still preferred I money.
No matter if it was by me invested for sweet honey.
I ‘preciate also th’ work and maybe pain.
I cannot lie, I cannot cheat in vain.
A man is ‘fraid of poverty of some young girl
Who does not have the liberty which money may affirm.
But, still, I work much t’ feet that much money.
For that, my girls do not like adultery as funny.
A woman said me once her wisdom
That so much I should put stake on
That she did not earn as much of cash
As to afford for her a fornication lash.

Honestly

I should say honestly that I loved just rich girls.
Rich in the matter of reputation or money.
Those who may afford or not the furs.
They are all clever, beautiful and wonder be.
They may me judge the same way as do I.
Otherwise, it would be a lie
Because none I love their beauty and charm,
I want to feel myself as warm
In the spotlight of their Holy Ghost,
Just as little as for me to do most.
Due a man cannot live without love
Of a woman, the other way he’s shoved
From the fortune of this complex life.
By that knowledge I may take them more than five.

No hangover

I smoked tobacco by medicine order.
But, still, I’m of the same opinion it’s not former
That girls should have the money to be loved,
To subsidy them it’s always not over.
But, nonetheless, to be the king of my house,
I should pay them and take no coins,
If I decided for them to bear of my loins.
I should invest in them all life.
That’s what should b’ called a wife.
To have immunity I should work much.
And, never leave them in a lurch.
If I just want t’ be called a husband,
I’m to never them offend.
I know it and do not hide as ostrich
My head in sand of time, t’ be rich,
Because the women love the money.
It’s to give birth to kids, what’s it for.

Chess

I like to play chess.
It makes the Spirit come not less
To take off pawns and rooks.
That’s what my heart now brooks.
I able am to kill the men
The time when th’ law requires.
Instead, I love to take the pen
And make my chest all fires.
The flame of courage and valiance.
And, I do not turn senseless.
I earn so much for more of struggle,
To yank on myself and tug, will
Come to get of hell my girls
For them to live forever well.

Illegal items

I given was illegal items.
In this, there was a lot of sense.
And, I am calm all there hence.
It cost as little as one pence.
But, in the framework of the hell,
It was all up, I never fell.
I am happy ‘cause my father came.
And, I exchanged it not t’ be lame,
But dizzy and almost sure.
Tobacco always does allure
When breaks the bone medicine.
Who ever tried he knew the mean.
I am tobacco inspirited all way.
You do not hiss, you do not say,
If know not what was what
In this travelling of which I’ve got the lot.

Full belly

My belly’s full, I’m not a fool,
But, I’m a gadget and a tool
For hap’ness of those ‘nfortunate girls
For whom the hurricane, it hurls
My vessel of the war and piracy
Of that which’s public, no privacy.
I was all down but not out.
My girls do not their honor tout
To have the smell of caramels
For me they’re crystal wells
To make me fresh to strive for happiness.
For those, I am strong and fearless.
They are my girls and maidens.
In whose presence, my pride it fades.

Inga

She’s Inna but prefers t’ be called as Inga.
For her also smoked I ganja
To make her happy out of sad.
However, it made me rather mad
Because I’m wrathful at her former fate.
And, change the karma never’s late.
She loved me, I loved her.
And, say I that without any slur.
I don’t need no consigliere.
But, just an old madam fairy
To ask her how t’ make a pearl
Out of a piece of sand
By the status and title of an earl,
The baron with a lot of land.
Her fortune to be good, for it to mend
My girl whom Devil tried in hell to send.

Cards

The play of cards: aces,
Valets, dames and kings.
The scores, they have the meanings.
But, most influential way of cards
Is for a fortuneteller’s song of bards.
They put a king of clubs on my shoulder.
My boldness, it did not molder.
Instead, I took the curses with the bless.
It did not make my life bit less.
I knew that woman collected and sold information.
She did it for th’ security service formation.
She was not a crook, nor fake.
She told that my girls ‘d not drown in the lake.
I took her real daughter as my wife.
But, now, they are not for, even not five.

Murder

To kill a man is not a joy.
It’s very heavy job.
Your soul does it just annoy.
To tell the fate’s hard, ‘twas known by Job.
To cancel an order of the paid murder, it’s necessary to pray.
If don’t want you in a wooden Mackintosh to be laid
Under the earth of the cemetery.
But, it’s necessary not to tarry
To make the work of Arianna.
Not to cry for a faun.
The death penalty, it’s possible without a judge or any court.
It’s Causa Nostra’s strongest fort.

Polygamy

I am an adept of the polygamy.
You do not find that just funny.
Due have I the immunity
For healthy kids of highest purity.
The girls do live on my hard suffer.
For any girl, to fluff her
Into the paradise of reality
Of much of strain and less of vanity.
I took the girls in property and hire.
It added to my soul fire
Of love and passion,
Heat and pleasure
To put on their necks a bit of chamois-leather.

Fatigue

I have fatigue to write the verses.
None’less I’m forced to so do.
I have a lot of forces
And have no one to woo.
So, I write and write probably foolish.
That’s just a madhouse, not a Moulin Rouge.
I feel myself t’ be sound in the sense.
But where comes the inspiration from, whence?
It comes because I’m tired of idleness.
And, cannot I exploit my right fist.
I made an easy jab on the jaws of a dude.
And, there’s all calm down, no feud.

Tina

Tina is my most beloved one,
In that she found much of fun,
But ‘so much of feelings sad
In that I came across the border to be mad.
Still, I love her and hope for her virgin.
Unless, some ‘fessional a surgeon.
He made away with her film of maidenness.
Again, to add to my soul more of madness.
I hope she was loved by the second self
Of me, to put of memories on shelf
Because she promised to keep faith.
And, I ate wheat and not the maize
Of the food of the granite of science
To allow for no allegiance defiance.

Poetry

I write the verses and repeat the rimes.
I’ve done it once and do just many times.
Still, hope I the reader not t’ be choosy
For me to stay afloat, not to lose it.
I consecrate my verses for my girls.
Create I one and many steady worlds
For each of them to possess one and t’ be happy,
To sit and play a lover on the lap of me.
I love them so much as much
As t’ make my soul strongest, such.
I ask the reader t’ condescend to the sense
And form of my poetry ever thence.
I try t’ be laconic and terse
To make my verse interesting and not worse.

Jane

My Jane is my love main.
Jane is just Jane, that sane.
But, I’m in the torture sweet and easy for her body.
And, whether there’s for me a lobby?
For my bill of dreams to come through.
And, not to go out in hiss and pooh.
I love her best of all, me seems
Right now when this verse gets means
T’ express my feelings for that press
‘N my soul which did make me less
Of haughty hopes of the childhoods
In which I got astray in woods.

Julia

She’s my sweetest dainty candy.
She is beautiful one lady.
I loved her much and love her still.
For that, I came through my hard mill.
But, did I not play Don Kichot.
I blew it up, it was my lot.
They argue still I’m hero or a villain.
But, they invited me to flee to Milan.
But, I did not plead guilty.
Instead, I studied law on th’ faculty,
In which the economics and history were part.
And, though, they thought of me a rat.
Still, I’m a lion and a bear.
I’ll easy come through such a wear.

Smoke

The smoke makes my brains to work.
I do not th’ obligation shirk.
To be all cute and funny to catch the bunny
Into my yard for her to call the nunny
To be my girls, to dance and sing,
To each to gift a chain and ring
Of gold ‘th diamonds, that’s what’s
My soul on the other floats.
I love my ship, it will not go underwater.
That’s what I swore, I swore for.
My girl Italian is a maiden,
Though soul mine is much a-laden.
For her, the bitterness does swallow
The sweetness ‘f maple on the flow.
I promised for her name to be sure.
I will be honest as a Moor,
Who stay in Sicily to serve the people,
A hawk, a falcon, even eagle.

Sullen

I sullen was a day ago.
For such a case, they say ‘lo, lo’.
Because I thought my girls as harlots
Who squatted in some strange land lots.
But, now, feel I as a king
Who has a harem and a pair of wings.
I’m down here in the hell,
But, now, on a vacancy of sell
The sins into my own property,
For my girls to buy liberty
From the taxes of the nature.
Though, many times I was in venture
Of a wholesale account buy
To say that is all mine.
I now feel as if as fine.
It should be so from the prime.

Hell

The hell is well if not to sell the friends and girlfriends.
To be a cock with a lot of hens
Is of too much a tire.
But, still I do it temper right
For me to oust and to fight
Against the sicknesses and blight
Of the first dew of being born.
It cancels fear for the horn,
A pair of which makes cheating on.
I just keep straight and go alon’
The route of the highway t’ paradise
For my virile stick just to rise
To make happy the girls of childhood,
If even there be a woo-doo.
The cross, it cancels any sin.
Much many times, it was but seen.

Beauty

The beauty wins all soul and all favor.
It does not need good clothes as savor.
But, with that much, the image, it just doubles.
For us to think of the fabulous plots
Of how much to pay for that strong beauty.
Still, have I to acknowledge
That beauty is as faithfulness, industriousness and family assets.
If somebody wants to mute it
There is into a hole of stupidity a sledge.
In that not all the velvets are velvets.
Sometimes, the pure beauty has no meaning, no sense.
To understand that, it’s not necessary to come to France.

Feeling bad

I feel bad because I cannot make my girls more happy.
In that there is a limit by the therapy
To cure them from their curses,
To show them the mercies.
I do not hard a bargain drive.
I’m easy monger in the hive
Of my brick house homestead,
To which no stranger male would t’ be let.
My women should be warm and moist.
For that I give the toast
To drink the pills and not to boast
That I took drugs for healing through my blood.
I know what it was for what.
I cannot now be erotic or sexy by the mood,
Because it’s to make my girls to freedom put.

Feeling responsibility

I feel responsibility, it brings me to the book.
The punishment of Bible, Koran and Talmud,
I took to make my girls free of sin.
Though do I not a girl to pin
On the wall of my house due it’s not of style.
The one that I admire lives off me many miles.
I have her CDs on my shelf,
As some shrewd elf.
Or, maybe, I’m a troll.
My eyeballs, they roll in search of the beautiful.
My soul and heart is truthful.
I loved her much and paid with suffering to be her fan.
I heard she sleeps with girls but I’m a man.
She said she loved the conception innocent.
But, I preferred the ordinary way by dollar, not the cent.

Walking papers

I write the poems on the lists.
It’s my walking papers.
I hardly ever clench the fists.
I get the spiritual savors.
Through that express I on the pages.
And, hope I for certain wages.
They advised me for the verse.
But, should be prosaic I first.
None’less, prefer I verses better.
It’s my public offer letter.
Still, the concrete girls will accept it.
Those for whom I’m fit.
But, the public should get new patterns of behavior,
To accept the sacrifice of Savior.
To be ruled by the law of God by their free reason.
Not after some hard and heavy season.
To know the truth of this world.
That that one who works much is a real lord.

Entertainment

I entertain the reader with my poetry.
That’s for the sake of sobriety.
I’m a bit hungry as any talent should be.
So, you may accept my testimony of me.
That I’m crazy because of hunger.
The regular one and that of the sex monger.
Who’s a girl with a slender body.
For intermediate I do not need the Mafia or Bobby.
Because I accept only the free will.
But, though prompted by a gentle spill
Of the natural among the women.
The other kind of the enforcement is seeming.
They have the attraction to me by the Eden’s rule.
That the main cause, that’s full.
I shoulda ‘ve been sorry and unhappy.
Instead, I prophesy to them till seventy.
I mean the age of minimum of life length.
I find in that enough of sense.

Surety

I have the sure knowledge of virginity
Of my girls and brides verily.
That information’s got through analysis,
By the correction of the medicines.
I love them all specifically.
Each of them unique equally.
I want to prove my love through the anguish of invention.
That’s the adultery prevention.
I even do not pray for them, just fast.
That’s of the laws of universe a test.
It’s they should betray me lest.
For them not to bring the pest
Into my soul all wholesome,
For them to live longer under this sun.

Insurance

I’m an insurer for my girls.
The creditor of the last and first resort.
For them I write my verse,
To be the strongest fort
For them to hide from the withering winds of reality,
To have an education on a good faculty,
To have the family assets
And have no sorrow or regrets.
That’s my fate and fortune,
That’s for them a kerchief
To elude the heavy rains of sin,
To be always happy and upstream,
For them to flow ‘long the river,
Not to feel pain or fever.
I’m glad it’s so, this way.
I analyze all hearsay.

Natural beauty

I love the natural beauty.
But, the cosmetics make it more charming and sexy.
I like the motions smoothed by.
And, what should be called graceful.
I appreciate their slender bodies.
They are a kind of commonwealth,
Because they love one another.
And, that leads us farther.
I pay in gold for my brides
According to their weight.
It’s to the lucky world the rides.
It’s our happiness of fate.
I will live with them in my house.
And, it will be their house also.
I like the varnish on some girlish toe.
It’s enough to seduce me to hard work and torture.
They had a fortuneteller as a coach.
To make a team of the chasers of luck.
The success will be attached to me by the tack.

Strict

It’s all strict in that mad house.
It’s for me just to browse
On the fields of the world,
After my blood nearly curdled.
It’s to be able not to get spoiled
By the presents of the fair sex.
It’s to appreciate the foiled gift of beauty and grace.
It’s to be a two spades card, not an ace.
It’s to believe it will not make unhappy
Those who depend on me haply.
I should protect them from myself
By understanding the nature of things.
I will surely cut my wings.
Because the rights presume the obligation,
Also the responsibility not to forget to mention.

Terse

Today in verse I will be terse because of the lack of paper.
But, I should recall my girls, now, not later.
My girl Italian called Benedicta,
Her name’s translation is a strict law,
She should be blessed and not cursed.
I must allow for it, purse it.
She has a girlfriend but a brunette.
Though, she herself is blond.
I got entangled in that firm net.
I’ll visit Milan, Paris, London.
They said I forced her to have sex.
But, she did it the same way, a lex,
By her all winning beauty.
Still, have I with that to put up with it.
I’m loving caring and not cheating.
That’s what by I hope for a meeting.

Tobacco

Tobacco is my source of energy but only when I’m under the pills.
It for me not to execute the others’ wills.
To forget the lie and to recall the truth.
My heart and soul to sooth
Because I thought my girls were harlots.
But, I dispose of those maggots.
I love them much and do I suffer.
To put on a sweet mouth a muffler.
To make them tell the verity and all.
Not to let them down t’ fall.
I loved them virgins not as harlots.
Prefer I patterns of the mammals.
The apes and seals have polygamy.
I’m able that to prove to mommy.
I love Benedicta, Julia, Tina, Inga, Jane.
And, to love the others seek I a lane.

Whores

I subsidized the harlots with my blood.
Of that I now am just glad.
Because it helped me buy the love of virgins.
The love of them to me it in’s.
I took the granddaughter of a boss
Of Causa Nostra, that’s a toss,
Which shows it be double way
For me to have the hearsay.
They keep allegiance to my faith.
Of that my courage is not less.
But, more and more I love them all.
I took them by a bloody toll.


I found my verses to be good
Like in the Bible story.
It is the spiritual wood
To chase off any folly,
That one of the sin of plagues.
On my girls the Holy rains.
I see the rime and meter
For any girl I fit her
To be my woman, only mine.
That best and brilliant, even fun.
I’m glad I studied English well
To burn the Devil and the hell.
The poetry is a strong weapon.
I ‘dvise for you to move it on.
Because it’s sweet in hearing and reading.
But, bitterness, it does just healing
Of the inborn curses of my maidens
For them I earn a lot of favors.

The love of maidens

To love the maidens, it is hard.
Sometimes, there’s not enough of lard.
And, often feel I hungry because of gravitation.
And, if I am to do it I cannot make libation.
But, keep the dry law with exceptions
Of that enough to come to memorial mentions.
Because I should give the good quality of kids.
And, earn the money which admits
For them to be happy and sure totally,
To have good education and jobs not formally,
But truly by my personal account,
That they the life t’ be happy find.
I want to be a father, not just the donor of sperm,
But donor of money for every little worm.

Benedicta

She’s a girl of a strange courtesy.
For her to love me got I warty.
And, keep it as a token of faith,
To earn for her the underwear lace.
I will be proud to bring her t’ my parents’ house.
I will be happy, not often open my mouth.
She’s beautiful and naturally blond.
It makes a sure wealthy fund
For me to be attracted by her looks.
I will not read too much of books
In the Italian, for her to be a teacher,
For her to be just richer and richer.
For me to be able to sojourn in Italy.
And, to be happy, sure, vitally.
To have a villa and not a yacht.
Not to get astray in a fiord.
I should have no means to flee her love.
It’s my strongest, onliest move.

Cabbala

A woman took me by sorcery.
From that time, I’m a mercenary
For their love affairs of a woman plus a woman.
It was to be a little bit of showman.
But, ‘so a politician and economist.
But t’ live in average people midst.
I loved her much, she sang for me.
I felt in those moments a-lee.
I was so happy that such a woman
Turned her attention t’ such a pull man.
I was ashamed they said I’m mob be
To serve the Mafia, in a narrow lobby.
She was Italian in the USA.
I did a lot of heavy pay.
I have to put up with her tricks.
Her charm and karma me just picks
To be a man of advertisement,
To pay for them the more of rent.
I love her much but not the better.
For each my girl, I have a letter.

Trust

I possess all by the trust.
And, give out all I must.
But, still, I have my own business
To pay my family’s bills.
I want to have it double way.
The common one and private.
It’s not a risky cheaper play.
I’ll oust all my rivals,
Out from under the teats of the cow
To make a talking powwow.
It’s an inside out kind of philosophy
For those who do not know the verity.
I feel the inspiration in my life
To make all things all right.
The trust is faith and verity.
I take the profits, not the revenue.

The spirit of repentance

They say my girls are sluts and I begin t’ believe it.
I mean the severe Biblical sense to match it.
I do not feel the pain, just gravitation comes off soul.
It’s from the suffering a strong and firm mole.
I show my verses to the nurses.
They say they have the sense.
I do not take the curses.
I don’t have Mercedes Benz
To be a happy play boy.
I cannot get that joy.
I change the matter of the verse of that poem.
That’s to my faith a requiem.
I feel the easy state of heart.
With my illusions do I part.
I do not have a car or cart.
It’s to my heart a missing dart.
What should I say ‘n conclusion?
I will admit the fusion.

Putting up with

I put up with playing harlots by my girls,
Because I can change nothing.
They would use their lace and curls
For their pleasure to sting
Me with the venom of the treason.
I’m just a simpleton and not a wizard.
I am unlucky member of the club of losers
The way it’s said by Mommy.
Instead of beams, are lasers
To burn my soul and tummy.
But, maybe, they are saint and pure.
But, how they are able into a marriage others allure.
I know that a girl cannot be polluted by a betrayal.
I’m ready was to bid a farewell.
But, now I want to exert my title of property
To bereave them of their cheating liberty.

Absence

I feel the absence of the spirit of love.
Or, whether I’m mistaken?
I have a very complex plot
How to catch a maiden.
To offer her a ring of betrothal.
Then, after the marriage, a fur coat not eatable by moth.
It’s the anoint of the romantic reason.
In this hard core season.
I’m diamond hard not to crack.
My spirit hope won’t lack.
I love my work as a poet.
For me to dream is a fete.
I hope all my dreams come true.
For me to struggle, not to rue.
Still, the doubt judges out the sacrifice
Of the case of the property protection.
I am a physical person, not to lose my face.
Even if there’ll be a lot of tension.

Believing

I believe now my girls are saint.
No matter for the lipstick or paint.
I judge on the information.
I have an honest pension.
Which I worked for totally.
They are the harlots just formally.
I hope for their private concubine status.
That was the rule from the time of lotus.
For that thing to cut off their soul all trouble.
To be not one but double.
I cannot cheat my heart and conscience.
The public their cheat just mentions.
To put me off the spoor.
But, it just does allure
Me into the interest of money,
Earning it all ways ‘f my tummy.

The intrigue

That intrigue is complex and complicate.
It’s for the sick girls to seduce me.
For me to drink the dinner tea.
Because to love, it mighta ‘ve been late.
That is why to be manipulated by the reason is my fate.
It’s my libido to sate.
And, not to fear the illness.
To be more of courage, not less.
The competition, it exists even if feigned one.
It gives the pressure or relaxation by the terms of ton.
I have to feel jealousy to love.
I should be afraid t’ be called a toff.
I should be excited by the sight of the eluding prey.
That’s what I write and say.

Birthday party

It was a birthday party of a patient.
He has the crimes latent.
He was not a hard core criminal
Like some steady cardinal.
I recalled about my girls.
I remembered their beauty curls.
I should consider them as a birthday present.
Though, I’m a crazy house resident.
My birth obliged me to love them.
No matter how many they are: four or ten.
I will prove my love all days.
My love coming through mails
Of the folk frock radio,
A kind of gentle and soft rodeo
For me to play a cowboy,
To give each baby a good toy.

Rat

The rat is that one who steals.
They do not like such.
No matter what he feels,
How he suffers much.
Because we’re all needy
And the notions they must be.
The same for those who slander against my women.
That one is a rummy specimen.
But, they say that to make me jealous
In the love deeds fabulous.
Though, they should not strain the point.
Or, I might get the anoint
For me to struggle with their lie.
For the things to be fine.
I’m very philosophic at those talks.
But, my fame, it fast way walks.

The dinner

They gave a dinner in that house.
I’d hardly call it crazy.
I do not let a pause.
I’m altogether not mouthy.
When I pass the term here.
It’s because I rebelled against my mother
For the sake of my brides.
I’m not from my goal farther.
It shows just good tides.
I believe in fate and future.
I do not have a poncho
To cover myself from th’ obligations
To hear the void libations.
I should protect my girls’ the honor.
I’m not afraid all sorer.

Aristocratic

I am a man aristocratic according to my title.
Still, I am always working and not idle.
What should pronounce I on that matter?
I don’t need any kind of flatter.
I’m lawyer to know the rules,
Because even very clever ones sometimes play fools.
I should know the etiquette and ethics
To execute and take the sin of statics,
Also dynamic ones to pass on my body,
To be under the pressure all godly.
I am not a man cruel.
I have the power royal
By which I rule the girls out of sin.
No other way should have been.

Gladness

I’m glad I chose suffering.
The love still penetrating
Into my heart and soul.
The doubts hardly crawl.
I feel the people need me.
A business there should be.
I ought to play the martyr.
Still, I’m not guilty and winner.
To season the life I should fantasy.
To get the flavor of daisy.
I love all seasons: winter, summer.
I’m of the oranges a palmer
To gift each girl instead of Eden’s fruit.
I have to take the negative to boot.
I love them all my girls in private and public.
It’s for the spiritual food of life a garlic.
Now, I end the séance of poetry
To pray and regret the Calvary.

Fines

I paid the fines for my brides.
And, I have it not like it’s in the prides.
I will be all alone as a husband.
It’s of the chain strongest bond.
I am happy I labored so much
That I can be a one-for-the-whole-life husband.
I tried to be disillusioned and unhappy.
But I now cannot cheat the reason, barely.
I lost my dreams to work harder.
I resumed them by the glimpse moment, tart her.
I’m lucky one because all deemed me lost.
But, at the moment I know I shall take a post
To execute the rights and power,
To be good for anything in the dire hour.
It’s for a crisis to go in a pooh.
It’s to make a courtship and a woo.

Sicilian girl

She was a girl Sicilian.
I did not wait for the millennium
To have my love with her.
I am not guilty, sir.
It was a ritual, dangerous and crazy.
I knew enough of words and phrases.
I did not hide in corners,
But did it on the street.
Not all the fathers are turners.
I have a big one fleet.
For every girl a ship, a vessel.
For her to be sound, sure and well.
I cannot believe in their presumed treasons.
Due there are not such bisons
Like me, I mean the job I’ve done.
It was very hard, but now fun.
Satiated

I’m satiated in my stomach
But with my life there is a muck,
Owing my girls do wait the dollars.
Though, my life of that not warps.
I’m glad that they able are to wait.
It is my fortune, is my fate,
To take a wife is always timely and not late.
I should make steady many a sex mate
Of girls that gave me their flowers
In dire awful hours.
But, still, it was not a forced bargain.
By their hard situation did not take I gain.
Of that they do get burly and not faint.
It’s the truth, whether ain’t?
In love the rules should be observed
That nobody anybody served.

Financial welfare

I got financial welfare by the struggle.
And, first, much many giggled.
For me to able be to earn for kids.
For me to have enough of wits.
I’m thankful to the God Almighty
That gave He much to the righteous.
For me to pay the bills of the divine healing.
Through that I’ve got the right feeling.
And, maybe, I shoulda ‘ve keep mum and easy.
But, none, I’m ‘n work and busy.
I feel my life to be the regular.
I don’t always prefer Marlboro.
Even with Camel I’m a cowboy.
‘N my soul there’s a noble alloy
Of gold, silver, steel and mercury.
Through that I see a happy scenery.

Political success

I have political success.
That children mine unhappy’d be lest.
I struggle and fight in combinations.
I do establish good relations
With the mighty of this world.
For that they say I’m lord.
But, just do add of more accord.
I should have built many a fort.
But, ‘stead, I built a great one fortress
For me to be allayed and fearless.
I had the right of the first strike
For those who threatened me with their mite
To put into my treasury to spoil
The spirit of my hard and honest toil.
I have invested much in foil.
For me it was to be loyal.
I’m always happy for my choice.
For that I gave my complete voice.

Madness

I’m mad, not crazy.
It’s thus because I am not lazy.
I am not sick, just need a medic treatment.
For me to go straight and stricter.
I’m no miser, nor couch potato.
And, will not be the other way later.
It’s because I love my girls and take the negative
Of their emotions by a categorical imperative.
Also they make me pejorative.
I’m all the same very positive.
My wives are not yet taken.
My image’s real, do not fake in.
I hope to give them bed and board.
Although, my hair is hoared
With the stress of the life’s difficulties.
And, I was forced by fear, not entreaties.
I’m happy because I hope for a pay.
I’m hopeful because I believe for them to consider my say.

Freedom

I feel free in the mad house.
Though, I hardly choose what to.
I hardly ever smoke and do not eat much too.
There’s even no mouse.
It’d have eaten no leftovers of meals.
In that every one hungry feels.
Still, got I t’bacco and got much better.
I’m no more a hunting setter.
I’m more a bulldog on the sin.
My jaws will not unclose, it’s been.
I love then the administrators.
Though, do not find much illegal favors
I’m no favorite in that kind o’ jail.
I do not wail, I do not fail.
I just keep easy.
And, should work more of physics.
And, not just intellectual labor.
I gives interest and savor.

Respect

I feel respect because I’m sane.
Toward myself in that I’m crazy.
Though, I’m firm, not whimsical.
None’less, I do not feel the pain,
Because I’m easy driver by the rules.
Again, I’m hard driver for the fools.
It’s to apply to them the tools.
Not to allow play the bulls.
In that strange house ‘th bars.
They are not ‘t all diamond hard ones.
And, if somebody partly mars.
I should be settled straight.
By a doghouse chain freight.
It’s to put right is not ‘t all late.
It’s my all legal painful fate.
And, the fish just took the bait.
It’s now the end of story.
I’m still a hard one Tory.

Mischief

I do not want to cover up mischief
For some a gangster chief.
No matter if it’s the State or Mafia.
In last, it’s even heavier,
Because the State may be more criminal.
But the Mafia is always terminal.
It services the society as wolves.
To execute disposing of fools.
When the Mafia does do the heavy jobs,
The time it kills or robs.
The anger feignedly grows
To mean the simulated foes
For those stupid feudal woes.
For whom the raven crows.
For whom the cock caws.
In the application of the laws.
To take the burden off the maws.
I’m typical a man of sanitary control.
That’s my all legal role.
It’s to protect my brides.
Also giving bribes.

Meals

The meals are the blessing of the God.
Also, the beauty of some tod.
But, the nutrition goes first
To have for women easy thirst.
Or, hard one so strong
That sleep with HIV ‘t’s not wrong.
And, who may make the better menu
Than a woman in my milieu.
That’s why I work much to earn
The right for me for her to yearn.
Her body from the hell to yank.
And, be courageous and not funk.
The pancakes or jam,
Of those things I ‘m fan.
They say the route to a man’s heart is his stomach.
But, first there should be the luck
To strike an oil well or gold mine.
To feel the better (cocktail lime).


Minstrel songs

My Donna, you seem to be a bit occasional.
But, looks of yours are so assuageable.
You look like there’s a mystery
Of my daring and bold ministry.
Was I in love with you or not?
I know it’s to draw a lot
Of happy days, of happy nights
For such one poor knights
Who serve the donnas all the time:
To call her hers, to call her mine.
You sell the happiness of new boots.
Will you share with me my loots?
Or else, you’ll stay out of my destiny?
Though, will I search for you with scrutiny.
I want so much you would be mine
To make my life a happy “fine”.
Don’t know will I earn the money
For us to make a union funny.
I will endeavor, will I work
For us to build a strong one york.

* * *

My dear Madam, I’m your servant.
You do me cuckold, don’t?
You are a sweet lady honorable.
I ‘so hope I’m not a bubble.
I loved you from your first hit.
I cherished you before it, when we meet?
You should keep promise of your faith
For me to buy you more of lace.
What do I to aspire to you?
I do not smoke tobacco, no fume.
I got a lot of inspiration
For you to get a concentration.
I mean your person, mouth, bosom.
I hope I’m alone, no lovers’ garrison.
Conserve I none’ less self-respect
To cry I’m God, to do a sect.
But, do you want to be a goddess?
Sanctified by the resurrection holiness?
Because the cloning is what does.
And, t’ get it I do jerk my muscles,
The brains also and the soul.
I want to save my house total.
I don’t feel myself as slave.
I even don’t want to be a knave.
I want to be a happy master
To avoid all disaster.

* * *

My Belle, you got from State a cross for courage,
From me to your past a rummage.
I loved you so much I believed the lie.
Because of that I shame myself to wear a necktie.
So, you have the society merits?
And, what I got? The frets?
But, we lived for that together.
And, I’m no remunerated whether?
What cross or medal I would take?
To any they will me fake,
Because my fee’s already gotten,
Though my spleen did gently rotten.
Your body, soul, love and spirit
Is a gift that should be fit,
Because I’m happy I was with you.
The other demands are not few,
But they’re only to share with my mistress:
To live myself a not and all for her.
You be a she-wolf, I’m a cur.

* * *

I nearly forget, my dear, about you,
In addressing my harem women.
The mothers of my children are not few.
But, I do not know them as feminine.
I hope Caucasus, your ancestry
Will not spoil my ministry,
Because I know Caucasus respects the man.
So, all my troubles shouldn’t be in vain.
You all got husbands, lovers,
The eunuchs they said to me.
But such a man might called be hers.
And, not you be called his, not that fee.
Otherwise, the punishment would be severe.
And, you should get a lot of fear,
Because I served you no reproach
But until now found in a matches box a cockroach.
Still, that’s not anger, only a bully,
Because I know you are truly.
Still, the game is impossible without such an intrigue.
I got through that a strong fatigue.
But, that’s just necessary to be jealous,
To fight and struggle those bad weathers,
Which prevented your free choice,
And was I for you not-callable an invoice.

* * *

From my donnas, you are first.
How much I loved, I was in thirst.
For your clean body ‘th no worms.
The one with Aphrodite’s forms.
I love you much, I love you strong.
Such feelings never go wrong.
I don’t care for the throng,
In vain it tags its tongue,
Because once you swore your cleanness.
And, with your husband you do vise versa fitness.
So, whether I can be jealous?
I am a regular one man with phallus.
So, just applying sense of humor,
I realize who’s author of the baby tumor.
Still, can I say I suffer all,
And, for the love will pay no toll?
I am afraid that cruel fate
Will never make itself come late,
In that we love – we do suffer.
That’s the love and no exclusive for the fur.

* * *

My Donna Bella Italiana, how beautiful you are!
I dream of you, the day and night, you are so far.
They say I loved you many times.
But, I see visions in my climes
So severe that dies a sparrow.
If it just goes a wrong marrow.
I love you so and believe to hold you in arms,
To add to my hens some other farms.
I hope you have born me a son.
To see him once I’d chase all fun
From my so little merry life.
It gives me stamina and drive,
To have such bride I am all hap,
To caress you on my lap
And chase all fear of divorce.
And, whether exists such a force?
I am too fine in all my dreams.
I am the happiest it seems.
You should be mine and no other’s.
Such was the will of our forefathers.
I should take care of your fate.
I know will I not be late.
In my aspire for your body.
I am just such a foolish buddy.

* * *

My woman from the village,
You are advanced a bit in age.
Still, love I you as natal one,
In that I found much of fun.
My pen is swift to praise your person.
I even want to have a son
From you my darling concubine.
I believe it will be good and fine.
My dearest of all the women:
Your picture in my heart on a pin.
You are too good to be reality.
Still, did I caress no vanity.
What is the bliss to love a dame.
Not a made morsel but fame.
They said you are good and honest.
I took very easy that Everest.
I love you much and even more.
In love with you there’s no sore.
I want a life long union,
For happiness to go, go on.
I love your daughters, love your kids.
Your family I want be midst.
I feel that the verse is over.
I’ll be and stay with you forever.

* * *

Hello, Donna America, they say you’re sweet.
And, are you timid only for the regular dancer feet?
In rest, you are each day but better.
I was in love with you, now afraid to send a letter,
Because you are a superstar on you Olympus,
While there’s no hired pimp.
And, I just feel all fretful,
When they say about your future full.
What full? The one of love and happiness.
To fight for that, I am all fearless,
Due only the courage carries the day.
Against it, there is no say.
I wanted a sweet song but got in verse a reproach.
I’m bad a poet, Ok, coach.
But, I do it not to die of sweetness,
Owing the true love is poisonous.

* * *

My Donna, you are too severe.
I feel myself upset and ‘n fear.
I watch you as a dog three years
To make it up with you a hearth.
I love you so much and firm.
To gnaw the apple will not th’ worm.
You treat me bad, you treat me hard.
My heart is pierced by a dart.
Still, hope I, I will be yours.
And, will void up the deadly curse.
You are but chosen by all
To be my wife in time of fall,
To be the queen and mistress,
To make me strong and fearless.
I visited the church to see your face.
But, ‘stead of happy serene days,
I have the springtime of hard work.
I do it all, I do not shirk.
I dodge the blows of the fate.
Still, hope the fortune t’ be not late.
With all my strong preoccupation,
I was turned back too many ‘n application
For your heart and hand.
And whether can I mend.
O, no! Will I wait and see.
I’ll get for lessons a good fee.

* * *

You ‘so are my Donna Italiana,
Though, you are a regular brunette.
Although you’re a girl, you are a lion,
The way you got me in your net.
I am too glad to be with you right now.
But, will I earn the money, know how.
The vision shows me I possessed you,
Though company ours were just few,
By terms of how much we met.
In that I find a strong regret.
I love you much, I love you so.
I might catch the moon on the go.
So, beautiful you are and far.
I hope my approach will not mar
Our sweet relationship in question.
I study the language to spare the gestures.
My other love from the very same country
Said she would get a girlfriend pink.
I will work much to show the bounty.
And, show you a Siberian rink
All wild as the nature it is.
It would be fun, it would be bliss.
Regret I have to end the poem.
The bad luck, I have to say to go away them.

* * *

From my donnas, you are most severe.
How much and often I gripped fever.
You’re blond. That makes the weather.
Which cancelled cannot be by Caesar.
I surely will possess your body.
You sold it for mine to be.
But, what for your sweet soul.
And, the soul is not a rosy hole.
To buy it I should sell my own.
It’s not just exchanging number phone.
It is to consecrate the life and serve
As a burdened from the day of birth a serf.
I have to wind up my poem.
To recall about my unhappy patronymic.
My father was a love abiding man.
To save his soul do I all I can.
Exhausted I am on the page.
But, where is the wage
Of the money to pay my father’s debts?
Not to the hell allow “let’s”.
You was too cruel to make me recall that,
Because that’s the thing, the what.


* * *

You are my dream, Donna Helen.
And, whether it is a hell in?
I hope your marriage is false.
The other wise is possible a waltz
Of the bridegroom and a clean bride,
With love and honey, no pride?
Because t’ be proud it was not easy.
All life of me, I’m body busy
To make a comfortable nest,
To organize a dignitary fest.
Still, your marital status bears
On me all dirt, no feathers
Of Indian noble origin.
Your virgin was taken off by a surgeon.
And, you are pure, purer than when just born.
Though, heart mine is but torn
By your vicinity with a man.
What should I do, what can?
I am to work for honest money and wait.
It is my fate, my hard one fate.

* * *

I don’t know your name not long ago.
And, whether will I call it ignominy? O, no!
You are so pure precious stone.
Without you I have to moan.
You are my light in that dark sea.
Endeavor I to attract you to me,
Because you are my nightingale.
And, that good love will never fail.
You called me Christ, a son of God.
To compare with you I’m a fraud.
So faithful you are all your life,
So good an oasis to dive.
And, forget all my troubles and sorrows
In dark days long, long rows.
I will be faithful, all day work,
T’ eliminate all cruel lurk.
You are my star, my honeymoon.
I hope I will be with you soon.
What wait I other can?
I’m being a Russian, you an American.

* * *

You are one of two sisters.
It makes ordinarily for two misters.
But, I paid for you both and you are mine.
Not small was my hard fine.
I saw you given off to marriage.
And, whether broken is bridge
Between our hearts and fates.
What kind of thing for us awaits?
I serve my love, I serve my Donna.
And, my heavy burden is a ton? Ah?
It is surmountable if you are not touched.
My temperance sometimes is overmuch.
But, know I it is for to be secure,
To cut down short all strange allure.
That’s what your mother said,
To save me from the destiny of mad.
I am all courtesy and polite.
Though, heart mine often shifts off the light
To the darkness of jealousy and pain
That all my suffering’s in vain.
Still, have I hope, have I faith
That keep you always white one lace.


POEMS

Girls to dream of
I dream of my girl always.
I yearn for them so much as tear.
I wait to meet with them each day.
It seems to be a hard one wear.
I love each one of them a special way.
Each one of them will have a say
How to rule my house, how to have her business.
I love them so much for sex.
With each of them, it’s feeling dexter.
They are all virgins, wait for money,
Which I should earn to get
The lace and teats and what is funny.
They have a debt, I have a debt
To love one others all the way,
To analyze all hearsay
And to believe their confessions
For me for the allegiance lessons.
I ought to be a-working every hour
For grape to be all right, not sour.
I’ll build a house for them all.
The same is for a villa ‘n province.
Again, a special mansion each
To possess and not to fall.
I know that by heart, by providence.
I am that spiritual tall.
I will take care of the kinsmen,
The way the thieves allowed me,
The way the agents said it’s need.
I’m such a specimen.
I drink the coffee and the tea.
It is my brain to feed.
Again, I need tobacco ‘so
To be in mind all correct.
I will my dream put on the go,
My virile stick t’ erect.
I’m all bold in my story, I’m just honest.
If you’re afraid of wolves, don’t go to the forest.

T he clan of thieves
All men are criminal,
Because we suffer every day.
A man has a price nominal,
Which they try to make away.
With the power of violence.
That’s my spiritual science.
What can obtain I by that knowledge?
That for a man there should be a pledge
Of those who are more experienced
And the heart of mine is now pierced
With the arrow of the Cupidon.
Though such a battle should I’ve won.
Still, the God is merciful and glad
With those who play a meek lad
Or lassie if we mean a girl,
Though, for that fruit we crawl.
So, there should be an authority
For a hair dressing just one shop.
But, the fleece of sheep is sold better
When they say without letter,
But, in the lingo of the jail.
Without that there’s no rail
Against the power of Devil,
Who tries my house to level
With the ground of the street;
With Saint Peter hardly meet.
I will be obedient
To Spirit, to balance all the heat
Of passion, to eat the bread of wheat.
It’s better to sit down and think
Than to go to a deep link.
And, it’s better to lay on a couch
Than to lie on the land all slouch.

Power

I have a power all strong,
But, do I not apply it wrong.
The source of it is my sweet harem.
So, I do not moot a theorem
By which David lost his honor
And I do play the axiom of former.
The days of childhood are gone.
None’less, I don’t have all ‘s won
Due the protection means back-up
And better do not get boosted out,
If want you get on the top,
Owing that the mob don’t tout
The membership of their organization,
Not formal one but with a statute
Of notions of what is what on,
The terrain of our making mute
To keep this kind of equitability
By the law of the Lord
As it is shown in the science.
We should be all of one accord
Not to have any defiance
To our address as a clan of thieves.
But, to talk about that I do least.
I want to forget my girls I love
Because I find power in glove
Which I threw at the feet of my rivals,
The one that was picked up by them to be returned often.
Though, there were some swallowed,
Who sinned against the Holy Ghost
In committing a crime against the law.
They did not want to go through the court.
And, they were just dangerous for people.
So, I have killed them as a headman.
In that I find even more accord
To find to suck my girl’s nipple,
To be a kind of Peter Pan.

Who is who
All in this world are worthwhile.
I mean that every one has to be filed,
No matter if he is a vagabond or king.
The Devil may make each one to sing.
So, should respect we all the brethren.
But, to exclude there is a razor,
The ones who are against the God,
To dispose of them in an easy mode
Because what sow you that reap
And every man does need a tip,
Due we are the beggars.
Without the help of one suit gether.
Some are Spades, some are Slav.
But, to be honest do not laugh.
It’s very important economics,
A trade union of the people in prison.
So, they rule themselves by the reason,
Which is given by the Almighty
For to be soft and lightly.
Again, we say Cosa Nostra and Chechen,
Also Gypsy and maybe Jew,
I should respect them for the sake of hen
Who should be in my harem to woo
By me the whole life.
So, there should be no deadly strife
Between me and all those above
To purify me if I should have the love.
I work also for the secret service
And find sense in serving them
Because I’ll not turn red any way.
I want a real respect and no hypocrisy
Because they all just cut the fleece
From the sheep who are the men.
And, I should have a modest say
Not to free my vacancy.
I know some are to be respected much.
With others there’s business, just as such.

Bible
Why read I Bible very often?
It’s for my heart a bit to soften.
Also to know the law of the God
To be a spiritual lawyer,
To protect the men against the fraud,
To be an advocate for those whom they may deceive
Because the grace is grace and the law is law, the rest is myth.
The grace should be the gift for an honest soul
And punishment for a vice versa goal.
Otherwise, there’s no grace,
Except the one which would forestall a trouble.
Of course, all need a cash full case.
But, do not want to be a bubble
Because the women accept just honest money.
They feel and reject innocent blood.
So, turn it on your moustache, buddy.
Don’t turn a rat, be a good lad.
The Bible is for me a code
Of the spiritual law according to the universe.
It’s a good brain and heart load
To help them get off the curse.
The Almighty is strong and right.
For that I do make for my client fight.
But, the justice is the art of the good and equitable.
Otherwise, if just one way, there should be trouble,
As I do want to avoid as a puzzle
That better is to be solved
Than to see the blood and sweat cold.
My force is in my harem.
For that I work and suffer.
Just to have a joy, my friend,
Because the God is a good fluffer
Of the thought that the work would not be compensated,
Due it is really the slander against the Lord.
That a good and pure reward He might not have afforded.

Doping
I know tobacco is a sin if smoked just for fun,
But to use it as a cure is accepted by my mom.
It’s not too big a money sum.
And, to be good just keep it mum
To free of sin a beauty nun,
To make her a merry happy bun
From Play Boy journal.
That’s of the wisdom kernel.
I do it for the sake of my wives
Who are just nominal as brides,
In that I took them by the dives
Into the lake of fire, thereby abides
My mind and Bobby does not grudge,
But the mob consider it, no fudge.
They gave me much, as much as I gave, such.
So, I am straight on go, no slouch.
I am to be here on the law of the word of a lawyer
Who advised me on my trade of a sawyer.
I saw the wood of Hollywood in that all legal deal.
I am no Capricorn, just a seal
To lie on the shore with my females
And chase I all the pretenders.
The one who have a lot of lenders.
They seek the death through very deals,
To punished be for their feels
Against the law of the universe in the notions of the mob.
It’s a too slippy icy slope
Into the hole of the bad repute
As debtors to the nature of things.
You carefully look on the fingers
Of those who look after the law
Of the humanity inter business.
The rest the God just kills
For the blasphemy against the Holy Ghost.
I have to take the charge off the maw
Of every girl, to be that all most.
Otherwise, there is no peas
To make not sleep a princess in footing her bills.

Love
I love my girls and will have a common house
With them to share property and all.
Still, for that blessing should I be no mouse,
But to invest in the common stock a toll
To feed the guys and mob in the prison,
Especially, in the winter season.
The Holy Ghost make a breeze on.
I act after that fashion.
It is the spirit’s wind in my reason.
The other way, I would have been a venison.
So, to be loved by girls I should be legal
As an eagle, not a pigeon or seagull.
I want to have and know the all.
I did not let them down any fall.
I have one queen, the others are concubines
Whom paid for their body ‘n’ soul.
And, feel I their love and calls.
I don’t need a breach in law.
It would be bad as a PR company.
I was the notions all taught
To have the office and property.
I am all equal with them lawyers
By status, but there is respect
To put much value on their sect
Of the religion of much pain and anguish.
I often was also feverish
To take the care for the guys
And the mob will take care of themselves.
It’s like take care of pennies
And the pounds will take care of themselves.
We should find where the dog lies
In a kind of the bullets’ tennis.
I am glad with my career.
I do my job and have no fear
Because I fulfill my obligations.
And, the responsibility just mentions.
My duty is to take punishment for my brides
To be all cute and bring to my family good tides.

Our deal
We have a common deal to ‘stablish the order,
In that all criminal society
They were the communist as former
And lived on the spoils of sobriety
From the opium of the religion and rule of the king and counts.
To how many problems it all amounts?
I think that it’s also our deal
To make it strictly equitable.
It’s of the fortune’s wheel,
The providence, to chase off trouble.
All men do steal and fight and cheat,
But the attorney say it’s hundred percent
Of the crimes to be disclosed.
But, at that may many stumble
And see no penal essence in their common deal.
We should take out that strong dent
Which border us from the State, tiptoes,
In that our competence also is one hundred percent,
Because even the God, He lends.
So, do not feel in safe and forget
That it’s too bad to vow against the jail and hunger.
You better do to be honest fret,
Not commit to some death monger,
Because in having a lot of money
You might order your own death, that funny.
So, be scrupulous and tender
With some poor orphan, not to offend her.
And, also Him who is her heavenly Father.
You think there are the prophets, rather.
Those who know what is the punishment and through that responsibility.
He has a lot of men to have a good ability
For that who try to make business
To be richer and worse less and less.

Impression
I have a big impression of the life.
It’s like in sports a strife.
In wrestling for a better morsel
To have a better carousel,
To have the amusement and life funny,
To be all feathers and with money.
But, I should know I am what
To justify my right with the God.
I know all is ‘stablished and controlled.
There’s no vacuum I know.
But, I’m also a busybody.
I have a good and truthful lobby.
Though, do I not accept the orders,
Just counsels and applications’ rows.
I ready am to help a man
In his aspire for the luck.
In ‘varsity, I was all tan.
In the school, I was a lame duck.
So, I know what is the pain.
For that, I studied the law and theory.
I’m ready to demand for the rain
From the throne of the God all fiery
To quench the thirst of blood and bread,
Like there was in Ancient Rome,
To put my finger up,
Not to allow for the gladiator to die
For the amusement of the public.
I will drink up the whole cup
To feed with melons and garlic.
The pharaoh is pharaoh,
But profit is profit.
The first, he chases for the go,
The second does invite and let.

Family

I have a family all right
And will be even better.
But still, I have a fight
And don’t allow a ghetto
For those who are lonely and worse off,
Not to admit for me a cough,
To be a surer and guarantor.
I’m hard but still no fainter,
Because I cannot swoon in void.
But, should protect more than that Lloyd
Who thought of how to insure
The ships that go on a tour.
I would drink much as sign a paper
To come to Shanghai on a vessel.
But, I will think about that later.
While now deem for a farewell
For those who are in a false despise,
To show they are all loved and reverend.
Such men have a very good price
For me to make the rest bend
Before the pain, anguish and despair
To make an entertainment fair.
I like them much and feel the kin.
It means brethren, what I mean.
They have the grey and black in hair.
For that they punch a mayor,
Because the salt and pepper
Are what we live on in the world.
I put on their deal a veto.
I’m kind of all girled.
It was to make consensus
In the example of Uventus.
The thieves should know, it’s all right.
I’m ready to protect the clan and fight.

Sacrifice
Why I’m respected much? I sacrificed.
And, that’s why brought in profit.
That way I got an edifice at
The place where my wives and kids will live.
Still, any one I consider as a client
Without regards to any outfit.
I will not get out their leave.
And, will need to shoot off rivals.
A man from the jail is first my informatory
In our framework of the secret service.
I do not distribute just farewells
In fear for our Creator.
I’m in the people’s midst.
That’s why it is all serious.
I am to take care for my brothers and sisters
Because I am the heir.
That’s what I got from where.
I should have a reputation,
That there was no temptation
To cause a harem to my kids and wives, also lovers.
I’d better buy the flowers
Than a billet to the hell
Through living fast too well.
That’s why all legal in the law.
That’s what I argue for.
Each one has wife and service
And some have business.
So, I should act according to the statute of notions.
And, make all legal motions
To prevent death, harm, damage,
Also a hard one rummage.
And, better more kids and economics.
Again, more elders and politics.
On that note I end my story
To let come on my good lorry.

Tobacco
They say tobacco is a sin.
But, I say with medicine, it will.
To get inspiration for my verse,
To be not short, to be not terse.
It was foreordained from my birth.
Believe, it will not make me worse.
You should be sure and all cure,
To kingdom of heaven to allure
Those who are the drunkards and vagabonds,
For that they take off phones.
It’s natural and all correct.
Otherwise, you are just a sect
Of those who do not need the God,
Who thought of to such things afford.
It will bring luck and good accord
For the souls of the sick and sinners.
It’s the business of my wife, all hers,
Which shared is by my concubines
Whose brethren work all day in mines.
Also, something stronger much
To be all cured, all by such.
Again, the music of the girls
Who bring to my soul the whirls
Of the Spirit of the God Almighty.
I accept that free and lightly,
Because I think I feel all general
In the framework of the secret service.
And, there can be no versa vice.
I love the people by the charity.
It gives me courage ‘n’ liberty
To write the verse of much confession,
But do not limitless to mention,
Because I do not fight just me.
The God He makes me strong and free.
I’m happy for I got to serve
The house of the Lord.
In such a priesthood, I am fervent.
To make from hell a ford.

Administration
The administration is from the God.
You should all know that.
In every place, in a special mode,
But the Lord He knows what.
All ‘thorities abide by the law.
That one of the God and State.
It looks after the fault
Of the Devil in our stead.
We should abide by the power.
The Mafia, the same.
Otherwise, there should be lowered
Your honor and your name.
The Spirit of Jehovah,
It rules throughout the world.
It known was by Noah.
He found his good fiord.
I am all ways by knowledge that.
The same for the mommy and dad.
All kind of prevalence is based on the honesty.
You must know that to notice mostly.
I am anointed One of the Lord.
Still, the God rules me all the same.
I ‘member I made me fort
To cure sick and lame.
But, the God He looks after me.
He gives me the knowledge of the law.
For that I pay Him a fee
With all my heart’s accord,
Because I should look after His house,
To feed the man, to feed the mouse.
I am the truthful slave of the God
And minister the word.
But, all the same there’s wine and bread.
It’s ‘so of my work.
I pity those who lost head.
But, for the dames I get out the cork.

Hard

It’s hard for me right now.
I execute today my vow,
Which gave I for a harem of girls.
Sometimes, into the bad place, it me hurls.
I am Ok, but still it’s heavy.
To earn the dollar and the penny.
That situation influences my soul.
I have a good and very goal.
My girls feel good when I do suffer.
It’s nature no matter if it’s harder.
I am too simple or too complex.
I want two women and one man a triplex.
For me it’s righteous and lex.
It’s to regulate the love and sex.
I want to have them more and complete.
To kiss of each of them the feet.
To hug the tender slender bodies.
To heal them of their phobias.

Medical sisters
We call them medical sisters in Russian.
It’s much of care and honorable.
There’s no heat or passion.
They help make girls deflowerable.
We much respect them very well.
Their service is not on the sell.
But, there may be love and healing
According to some honest feeling,
To make the kids, to make the business
Without any cruel foolishness.
We should all pay for tender care
No matter why and how and where.
I love them all, I love them such.
I want a good and loving touch.
To be all laconic and true,
I must say little, them to woo.
It is a well abiding here,
Because of love and no fear.

Medical sister
She is all beautiful and funny
The same as all around me.
She is somebody’s wife, not dame of mine.
I don’t pay right now no tip
For her all tender care job.
I don’t need a clock, a fob.
I need to look at her all beautiful.
I am of best and better feelings full.
She is a light among the darkness.
Though, I an busy, poor, cupless.
I have no medal as a sports man.
But it’s not yet, still am I fan
Of her charm and karma.
It’s a simple as a farmer.
She took the care to heal me
I don’t ask to be or not to be.
She cures me with her attractiveness.
I’ll wait for her to be a miss.
She is the same as other women.
But all the same she’s rather unique.
I don’t hold out, you just keep it.
I would change ‘jamas for a tunic,
To be her equal, rather peer,
To take on me her problem, her fear.
She cannot be my dame of heart.
Still, she is all the same a muse.
It was of Cupidon a dart.
It did ignite my fuse.
I will be patient and woo.
But, only for her to be near, not to shoo.
And, only, when she’ll be lone.
Like an insurance house.
And, try I muffle up my mouth
For her not to be offended or not free.
For that, I was crucified but not on a tree.
But, on a bunk of the mad house.
It’s my and complete gift of blouse.

Sanitary wolves
In Russian, we call them sanitary.
As a name for a male medical orderly.
So, they look after us in a fashion
To assure the order and justice
In this crazy house mansion,
For us each to drink up our chalice.
We all need the regime and legality,
Not to allow for some unjustified vanity.
This way, we are kept safe and secure,
To treat us, heal and cure.
For them to let me serve the gospel,
The one I took in the hostel.
We must not be vane and void.
We ought to be good and a walking tabloid.
So, I just follow the instructions
Of how to be better off, no fractions.
They are all masculine and strong
For us to act nothing in wrong.

Bore
It is a very boring sometimes
In this down here place.
I do not wait for any limes.
I try not to lose my face.
I call to mind the women’s image
To see how intimate I am.
I like to come across a ridge.
It is a certain damn.
I want to stay down here
To find the internal freedom.
I am an honest man and mere.
I need a knowledge and wisdom
For being free in spirit.
They try to keep me down,
But show I my wits.
I meet them all off frown.
I try to be soft and meek
By heart, but strong and firm by body.
I do throughout seek.
I have a certain lobby
For me the honor to admit.
And, the dignity also of a thief.
Am I to get my tat for tit.
I keep my trumps up sleeve.
I am the same one person with those around.
No breach in my rights I have found.
My girls do wait for me and I must get a revelation.
I am a strong and deep sensation
Through the suffering of the verity.
It’s all honest, no vanity.
I am also of a strong opinion
That there’s a balance in the universe.
If work I hard and heavy I will be better and not worse.
I have my own deal and a law dominion
Over those who accept the bless instead of curse.
There will be of the Spirit a huge and big one burst.

Valor
The film of valor on the screen.
It’s for the USA to be born.
I often got a blow on the spleen.
And, do not wear the form.
Still, they say I’ve got the orders and medals and a good rank.
I’m glad to use the dime for business,
But not at all in vain.
I don’t have the stupid easiness.
The rest’s deeds are a feign.
I know that I am a man and even gentleman.
I know where I come and ‘most know when.
But, to praise myself I would be short,
Because it’s bad to be a boaster.
I always have respect for Lord.
The bread is put into the toaster.

Mercy
They show mercy on me
Because I showed mercy.
I can the charity to see.
Though, I don’t wear a Jersey.
None’less, I earn that favor through patience.
I do not let too many mentions.
I live just on my very own.
However, do not have a mobile phone,
Which is just confiscated for the isolation.
It is my soul destination,
To be alone to able to serve
The harem of much of verve.
I must love all them the same way,
As they’ll love me all the same.
The mercy’s given by the excess.
My courage is not of that less.
Though, I am a bit in fear
For my person’s affairs in a leer.

Marlboro
They gave me Marlboro, I’m glad.
The smoke is much better.
It’s a glamorous, a pad.
The life is much more better.
I’m too dangerous a lad.
That’s why they will take care.
My mom is not against, and dad.
It’s a good one fare.
I know the same will be for girls.
I’ll have a good one quality.
The smoke exhale does come in whirls.
It’s my sense of equality.
I have aristocratic status.
The bad humor later is.
I know I will be no varmint.
And, I don’t need a mint.
But, only tobacco, need be.
I am more cute and much more see.

Imagination
I was impressed by their lie.
And, thought my girls as sluts.
But, now know they were sly.
Also, cure on my heart cuts.
Rejected I their whoredom.
It is my love, it was my sorrow,
Which solve I by my wisdom.
I did not lend, I did not borrow.
This way I have the title of property.
I reckon very much on honesty.
Thus, I do feel myself secure,
The way I made them insurance.
I go along the whole way and my all up allure.
I have the knowledge, have the sense.
Again, the whole thing, I see.
It makes me Scottish free.
I do protect my rights and wielding.
I’ll build the red brick building.

Quarrels
You do not quarrel, do not search for blood.
Believe you in the Christ, in God.
You be loving and not hypocrites.
Otherwise, the Lord will get all rids
From you to free another one
Who is in a spiritual slavery.
For that I do not need the force,
Also, do not need a bravery.
You will get weight on your soul a ton.
And, Rubicon it should be crossed,
If you don’t regret another’s soul.
The voodoo ‘so has a doll.
So, don’t you be afraid of your perverted reason.
The other way the Christ may give a leasing
To that one whom you oppress.
I was enough to me express.

Don’t be senseless
Don’t be senseless and you receive the wisdom of the Lord.
Do be spiritual and you’ll get blessing.
You’ll get with the live an accord.
And, soul yours will not be missing.
You’ll understand the price, it meets the goods.
You’ll get a way to deal with woods,
Also, with the talent of the kids.
The soul yours, by that it feeds.
I love my girls for the sake of sex.
I paid with money for the lex.
I am all glad and happy.
Don’t be a cruel sappy.

Quitting smoking
I quit smoking the day before yesterday,
Because the medicine, it has the term.
I slept all day before today
And feel myself all right.
Discuss I ‘bout the friend’s future firm.
I am a kind of ordeal’s knight.
I ask for my share to settle down the conditions of inheritance.
It might be two ways: mob or family.
The last one not in the Italian sense.
I must help find the truth hence.
The construction firm cannot live without orders.
To solve the matter, it does need murderers.
It’s possible to share by the cut or push prices.
It should be shared equally,
The way a man has earned.
It does not need to throw dices.
The truth will be affirmed.

My credo of faith

It is my credo of faith to believe my girls are virgin.
The thoughts of mine, they do scourging
For me to proceed from that point,
That my girls did mar the anoint
Of my priesthood of the God’s service.
And, I already drank up my chalice.
I must believe I am not cheated
To work and allow for them much.
I am that way but treated.
My head, it’s not a touch.
All I ought to do is to act according to the scheme.
And, the presumption of innocence is a good theme.
I should let them coquette and say the truth in private.
My duty is to know the bad from rivals.
Not to let them misinform the people.
Not to mar my gown purple.
I should be of the best opinion to make them thus behave.
I don’t allow those boys to push on their wave.
I heard too much of them as sluts and much more as virgins.
They said of lesbian one trade in sex services.
Their honesty, it all just but surges.
And, house of mine, it’s already made
By the labors of my sweet maidens,
By the social appearance of those ladies.
I want to grant them all to be a wife.
One queen and many concubines.
I did all for that and paid the fines.
It’s the end of these tales.
The charity, it never fails.

Girls of mine
Sometimes, they offer me to marry, to take a civil wife.
Oftener, they insist or threaten to force me into it.
It’s into madness deep a dive.
I should to all that system be fit.
The girls, have they the room for a maneuver?
I mean not only a flirt but treason.
Or, am I of their souls and bodies a governor?
And, does ever the heart prevail the reason?
I cannot know for sure, it’s a secret of hypocrisy.
Nobody left me for that any legacy.
I must know it on my own experience.
And, whether I don’t have a merry appearance?
They may be sluts, they may be virgin lesbian.
And, how can I socialize in such a medium?
I want to have it all honest.
And, I am ready to suffer.
I want to live with them in a cozy nest.
And, have more fun and laughter.
I am ready to pay the full price.
And, to wait and surely have an anguish.
It’s a competition of a mill and mice.
I very often get a-feverish.
Though, hope I for their honesty and status of my women.
I have to ponder over it, deem it.
To realize the truth is hard.
But, to stay in a lie even harder.
I believe no one of them is a tart.
How I might be so much smarter.

Complex life
The life is complex, it is sure.
We are the counteragents, some with allure.
All have their skeletons in the cupboard.
For every one there is a hoard.
The girls also want to plead guilty
In the cases where there is no lucre filthy.
For them to sell themselves to side way,
To those who did not pay and maybe were equal.
While I did all for them not to quail.
Perhaps, that’s for me to get jealous.
To love the sick girls with the passion necessary.
Of course, I may make me fabulous.
And, I should live long before the cemetery.
The tomb of mine to be in Scotland,
Because I was brave hearted.
Also, love I Arab yellow sand.
With girls of mine I will not be parted.
I ought to build a big family with harem tradition.
It will just have a good effect and no contradiction.
Also, give I good example to my sons.
I find the brothers of my blood.
We will be all a kind of dons.
Have business, though each one nut.
I found them in the madhouse.
In their heart, they have no louse.
It will be of benevolence a squad.
I want the same very for my progeny.
As Forest Gump, I need a Jenny.
Also, many other girls, to love and save.
For that, I will be strong, I will be brave.
And, not obtruding, all’d be correct.
I won’t be a losing, all’d be right.
My mansion in the Spain, I will erect.
I will receive of God the light
To spot my girls as small chicken.
The time is good, the time tick in.
To make narrow the term of meeting,
I will earn more for my wives’ feeding.

Hypocrisy
They said to me I’m a victim of hypocrisy.
I’m also heard I’m kind of inferior.
It’s a kind of villains’ democracy.
When a king is lost and in a fear.
I heard that some have thirty girls.
And, some love the very beauty by a dime.
But, I’m stuck down here in those dirts.
Again, I don’t have a cocktail, no lime.
I just pass through a term in a spiritual jail.
Sometimes, in the crazy house behind the bars.
I do not complain, nor wail.
I drove ‘most no other cars
Than my father’s old Fiat.
I want also a romance not spoil by the interference of other males.
I yearn for a pure feeling, I’m aiming at.
But, the girls swear they were harlots, it fails,
Because, again, they confess their virgin gifted to me.
In those moments, it was hard, now in a lee.
Still, many men and women live two lives.
One is a real one, the other one invented by thinking of.
By first, I’ll take the girls by fives.
By second, ought I the crown and gown to doff.
As to myself, I am all free of lie.
I say just truth the way I see it.
Before that had I a spiritual die.
I see those girls are my meet.
I also try to be patient and am sure.
I will believe the lie and truth for me it’s fewer.
The times when I might get perverted
By the power over the needy.
I very often too much flirted
To make me mum and deedy.

Loneliness
I feel lonely because my parents don’t come.
I love my father, brother, sister, mom.
But, this day nobody came to me.
It seems that I am superfluous.
I bow down my left knee.
Though, my name was rather glorious.
I feel as though there’s no need for my person.
I am a timid man, the world is fearsome.
My girls are all dispersed throughout the entire world.
How can I keep them straight, may the Lord?
I am frightened by the prospects of having too much.
I want it should be Ok, no Dutch.
But, I’m missing Julia, Jane, Inga and Benedicta.
Also, Tina, daughter of that Texan, to them all addicted.
I want to have them all under one roof.
I will produce my love’s a proof.
There’re also much thoughts of the future.
However, to open that book is often a torture.
I do not act just at random.
That is why I am mistaken very seldom.
I want make all for my girls not to be spoiled.
It seems the key of that I wield.
I should be proper for them to have the happiness.
I must be handsome and not fearing
Any threat or any debt.
The enemies were already met.
The main troubles are over.
I live a life but sober.
I feel lonely but still “sociate”.
To part for short with my family is my fate.

Credit of faith
I paid a credit of faith to my brides.
I paid the monetary fines.
I did it all to keep them off
Some slick and varnished toff.
I did it and they lived with eunuchs,
The way I was informed.
They are alive and no mock-ups.
Their beauty is adorned.
I want to have the all in private property.
I cannot wait none’less till they are forty.
I love their bodies, faces.
Also, their slips and underwear laces.
I credit them with money for what I believe as true.
I hope I will not repent or rue.
I must be lonely for them to be lesbian.
Very truthful guy I am an.
They say the morals will make them faithful.
And, I also don’t play dishonest.
I know it all be truthful.
I will be cute but modest.
The society protects my rights.
Also, the State does keep it straight.
It’s so not just by my “mights”.
The people protect my dates.
And, to be met is never late.
I hope it all mine a fate.
I find verse to be more smooth
To pass on the information.
I don’t need a phone booth
T’ establish good relations.
I know that my girls are free.
But, I paid with my coins.
I will have home a Christian tree
To gift the present to those from my loins.
To wind up the whole poem,
I say that I will keep surname and “patronym”.

I should be honest
I should be honest why I want to work.
It’s to keep with the virginity of my brides.
If somebody took out the cork,
It would be much more easy rides.
If my girls had been the sluts,
It would have been less heavy.
I went Ok all nuts.
And, justified my savvy.
But, a harlot costs less than a maiden.
That is why I would pay less.
Their honor is at a high price traded.
I want them but to bless.
If they are harlots to name it,
I will work less and take ‘most no social lading,
Because I was cheated out of my youth.
I would take what I earned bit by bit.
I would no more be fearsome for their beauty fading.
I say it you by no lie but truth.
It’s for them to fret about their honor.
I just take my leave from that.
Of course, I have a kind of sonar.
Still, it’s not good but bad,
If they are the harlots and I sustained no kids of mine.
I will be much more easy because of time.
I would pay less and work lighter.
Take all it for the circus fun.
Each girl, I will not blight her.
But, just bask under the sun.
I would be less hard and more softened.
I would be an actor and not a spirit vagabond.
I want to smoke, yes, but I just quit it.
So, as a medicine of term I deem it.
I want just equitability in life.
I want the love and no more strife.
I aspire to be winning and to buy.
I now know happy I am why.

Future business
I will have business, that’s for sure.
I will be a world wide tour.
I need it to feed my wives and children.
To give them bed and board, also to support the brethren.
I will deal in such goods as to suit my case.
The conditions are my hundred percent base.
But, my business profit should match my work as a serviceman.
If it’s not so, I’m a Dutchman.
My policy also will meet my business.
In that I am bold, not fearless.
I should also invest into the people,
To be an oak, not a poplar.
I have to get the start from my books
And always subsidize it so.
I will have a good style logo.

Duty
My duty is to believe my girls as virgin.
I any sly and lie should be a-dodging.
For to believe what happen will
To dream on a window sill.
I keep that chain in order.
I am not just a cannon fodder.
For the arrows of Cupidon
To play a love war on my polygon.
It was to mix up with the Pentagon.
Though, now all is gone.
The presumption of the innocence is true.
I know in believing what I do.
I keep a spiritual bondage
On my girls a steady badge.
I am all loving and truthful,
I am a clever to have faith, not fool.
I should believe what is better.
It’s my spiritual letter.

TV set
My TV set is a window to the world
On an isolated not inhabited island.
I get the information I need
To be of a critical mind.
I’m no couch potato still.
I respect the books and outdoors.
It’s a granite of science will.
It gives me a great force
To be oriented in the situation.
There is no heart frustration.
I see new worlds, new countries.
I may visit the Italy and France.
It is with Naples a kind of romance.
To see and die is not for me.
I’d better live and more to see.
I love my girls and know their spirit
By what I see on the screen.
I hope they will not of me get rid.
And, I will not be just a been.

Hollywood
The Hollywood is my lane to the world.
To see which way it might get.
No matter, if it’s fiction or fantasy.
Each actress is her royal majesty.
They play the people on the street,
Or they are something special.
I see them from fifteen feet
Not to go under the court martial.
I watch violence, love, charity.
All specter of emotions.
I get a spiritual liberty.
So, I go through the motions
To be a man of Providence movies.
Like in a film, a scenario there is.
And, the Lord is a director and producer.
I am as an actor, an announcer.
The God almighty confirms the events.
And, I pay the world space rent.

Deceit
It seems I am deceived out of my luck.
It seems my girls, they just fuck.
While I’m deserted in that house of crazy.
The only plus, I have two safe razors.
Still, it’s hard to believe in the honesty.
Though, I am very honest.
I loved and caressed her majesty.
Now, I hardly find any rest.
Of course, I’m afraid to have a harem.
But, I would have shared a pair of nights with them.
Maybe, they just hold out, I don’t know for sure.
Perhaps, they sleep with the other males.
It’s hardly is at all a cure.
And, I heard of that too many tales.
It might be that the same strict ruling is for them also.
Like they are my fellows, of the same dough.
I don’t know what to believe in this a complex thing.
But, have I one to whom I give the ring.

Strictly serious
It’s strictly serious for me in my personal life.
I believe it should be same for my brides.
The stumbling stone of all that, the pride is.
I should be modest and more simple.
I acted an abrupt quoting dive.
And, ready I am to build a temple
Of the presence of the God.
I mean love, charity and long suffering.
I will live in that sort of mode,
Aspiring to the equitability, the evil fearing.
Thus, it must be so for my women.
The harem to be they deem in.
But, I should just work correspondingly.
Not to be afraid of the public opinion.
They also must be compensated accordingly.
Only this way, I may have my dominion.
It all should match, only too perfectly well.
The tree of life I did not fell.

I’m sure
I’m sure that my girls will wait for me.
Though, their game is an intricate.
For me there’s no duplicate.
They should wait for a tip for tea.
I know the morals also apply on them.
I’m like a cock with many a hen.
Though, they try to cheat me out of my luck.
I am a bachelor like Donald Duck.
But, soon I will have the riches with the legitimacy.
I will assure for that kind of privacy.
It’s a special case with special methods.
My mobile phone hardly has i-pod.
But, I ought to be patient,
To have a better stock exchange quotient,
To have a better personal buying capacity,
To be real without any vanity.

Rest
I work too much for staying sane.
But, now I’m Ok and taking it easy.
I fasted of the love with much of pain.
The beauties were just teasing.
I loved the girls and could not stay humiliation
Of the substitutes of sex in presence of so much of love.
It was of my character a presentation.
I dived from the sky as a dove.
It seems I will not return to peace any more.
In my soul, there was a great sore.
But, I quit forbearing and fasting.
I believe my soul will be lasting.
As much as necessary to be as such,
Natural possessor of a harem.
I need many a violet bunch.
And, have I not to go to a medium.

Burden
It seemed to me I was alone.
But, they shared my burden.
Received I my cedar cone.
Even in those cruel murders.
I mean all them they sympathize.
And, soul mine it gets a rise.
I maybe am too simple in my verse.
But, want I to prepare a hearth.
For that girl of mine which will be a queen.
I read it in the books but never seen.
Sometimes, it seems me I am sole.
But, they pay a spiritual toll
To keep me up above the water.
Instead of curse I have a motto,
Because I feel the shoulders of helpers.
Each mechanism has the valves.
So, I’m happy that they love me.
The way my mother says to be.

Satiated
I’m satiated and Ok, I have the sex daydreams.
I think on the future, it’s good to me it seems.
I want to pass through that examination.
I wish for my kith and kin no frustration.
I know I can survive in the circumstances.
I get the help of people, no stances.
The seventh “I” I should bit camouflage.
I also am anointed and have a message.
A message of the being born again.
I hope I won’t preach in vain.
Is there about it a doubt?
I have a nose’s flair, no snout.
I should know what to do and how.
Will I participate in a powwow.

What if I’m cheated
What if I’m cheated by those women?
I was courageous, masculine, not effeminate.
But, maybe, that’s my foolishness makes me too credulous.
And, those young women are not scrupulous to betray in that which’s saint.
My faith is perhaps stupid and rather fabulous.
Whether they let me down only in paint?
Their confessions were that they had been virgin.
Except, my presence in their tender maws.
Was I a lord margarine?
Is there any strict laws?
Of course, I want to believe what is good.
But, often the cats scratch on my soul.
I am then of a worse mood.
And, how that river might be stopped by a mole?
A dam of the honest information
For me to originate a sort of nation.
They almost all declared themselves not guilty,
In the sense of the matrimonial faithfulness.
They were not spoiled by liberty
And my outward meekness.
Still, they might cheat on me all,
Making a kind of conspiracy,
Deeming me a public fool in privacy.
They might live happy with the others,
Just cheating me from time to time.
Whether I arranged all with their fathers?
How could I call them mine?
I earn the money for a many wives family.
They only chance is that they want to make me work.
I met them in my life not happy.
And, their treason would mean a stupid dirk.
Perhaps, they would deem me an obstinate fool,
Due I tout their virginity.
But, it’s of my healing a tool.
It’s not a vanity.

Not alone
I seemed to me I was alone.
I executed the orders on my own.
But, who it all made organized?
I’m not this much to be meet sized.
I had so many friends in the highest spheres.
It made away with all my tears.
To make a deal they also paid.
The dirty job I also made.
Respect I that Sicilian old man who bought the honor not sparing the money.
He made away with his rivals through my service.
And, paid me with his granddaughter tummy.
There was on his part no malice.
But, just vendetta of the blood spill.
Then, he easily parted with what he earned in his life.
It was his free and conscious will.
But, I will sue the State for that property.
To get part of it for my new relations.
It shall be a job, not a trifle.
For me his daughter is a majesty.
I will get rid of all negatives.
The same for my intelligence office superintendents.
They helped me much to be grateful.
There will be no foolish incidents
Because I will all the schemes fulfill.
I had many orders and jobs to feed a numerate family.
And, all the payment will be timely.
In the moments when I would really believe.
Up to that time, I will move on bit by bit.
So, I am in the framework of many deals.
Through that I get many good feels.
Thus, I’m not alone at all.
Though, I would deem myself desolate.
They haul me over the coals.
But, I always stay adequate.

Insurance
It makes me work and I do it hard.
I am of poems a bard.
I don’t regret the pain and trouble.
I am a hard core, no bubble.
The girls of mine, they should wait
To meet them for me never’s late.
It may just seem I chew the gum
Being circled on this theme,
The one of the virginity ultimatum.
I perhaps alone know what it’d mean.
The help of elder much influenced
My life for, just for better.
I hope it just made for me and them a fetter.
The one of the matrimony of prevalence
Of many wives over a husband.
For him to be not able ever to disband
The harem of his, because of obligation,
In this troublesome life navigation.
It insures me against the liquor and whoredom.
It makes over my house a holy dome.

Recreation
I am in the mad house today.
But, first in my life I see it as a mere hospital.
It is just a natural one way.
It is not at all merely typical.
I have a bit of sympathies and “antipations”.
I even don’t need much patience.
My girls are alike to flowers which are getting ripe.
No cow would this occasion wipe.
I know that all is assured by the morals.
My girls will get their corals.
That thought, it gives me balm on soul.
Impression makes an each day toll
Of hard labor for the sake of the future.
I am just a God’s creature.
I took too much on my soul and heart.
It was so bad, painful and hard.
But, now I know I’m just a part of the system.
And, I should report to all them.

Whether she is mine?
They demanded me if I’ll marry her.
I said that was the question of my money.
Against that the “intermediator” did a little murmur.
But, maybe there was some sweeter money?
Still, whether have I any free right on this young woman?
Due, when in Rome, do as do the Roman.
Nonetheless, who might bereave me of my right to dream?
I cherish her on her own, not like the member of the team.
I feel uneasy owing I cannot prove my love in saying you’re mine alone.
But, still it does not change my tone.
If her granddad was a Mafia don.
Whether that status would just be all gone?
I hope I will be the lawyer of their family,
To solve the matters timely and fully.
To sue the State for the confiscation.
To ask return the debt from the nation.
I hope my clients will give a consent.
It’s for me to happiness be sent.

My girl
It’s of my girls a collective one image.
She’s dainty, accurate, a sort of midge.
She’s always busy, passionate, proud.
But, tries not to show it but dissimulate.
She seldom make her acts aloud.
She renders me her lifelong fate.
I am “impressioned” by her swarthy countenance.
I will to her pale face make a reverence.
Her cosmetics do make her very attractive
By a whole thing they make a collective.
I love her slender and strong body.
Her everyday behavior is floppy.
She’s of a know they put much value on her.
I know I will have to work for fur.
Maybe even two fur coats she’ll possess.
I will work for that with little rest.
I should protect her from my own oppression.
If I want to avoid my own karma’s depression.
She will be my wife as a diamond in a king’s crown.
I hope she will accept me off any frown.

Will she be mine again?
Will she be mine again, I ask.
To know it is a hard task,
Because she worked off all my investment.
But, whether her family has a free testament?
I will earn more, to her allure.
It will be love as very well, the most pure.
I have so much of intimacy with her.
Whether she may chase me off like a cur?
I know that it would be inequitable.
I would feel myself small and despicable.
But, also want to be happy and have the hope.
We have so much to remember and much more to see as future.
I will her heart take over and capture,
Because she is a girl mine all beloved.
And, will I hope her beauty will not make me shoved
Off the lane of my way to the happiness.
Each day I hope more and doubt less.
I won’t be astonished, never will.
My field I will but plow and but till.

The one who confessed her love
She confessed her love to me.
But, I did not understand.
I now can proper call us we
And find a common language land.
She said she would betray Jack never.
She told it to Mike, as is.
So, I got into a strongest fever
Originating from the sexual cease.
I want to take her into my family as a wife.
But, first I should earn money and position.
I don’t want a story of Bonny and Clyde.
I feel a strongest fear apprehension.
Still, she said, she was a virgin except Jack was her first man.
She said she was alone, no other can.
I’m now happy though it was hard to know the truth.
She was tender, the one not to be called ruthless.
However, I nearly committed a suicide.
It was my stupidity, she was on my side.
I did in that respect no attempt.
Though, there was a decision and much of tempt.
But, really she saved me from the fire of the hell.
Now, it’s hard, but the optimism is very well.

Not able to betray
My girl once said to me,
She was not able to betray.
It was a princess pea,
In darkness a light ray.
But, she promised to make me jealous
By loving my Italian bride.
It did not seem to be obvious.
I have not felt a fear tide.
Still, I am apprehensive to her words.
My family will be a sum of worlds.
To love a woman for a woman is pure.
I will be jealous that’s for sure.
Still, it will not discourage me much.
It will not on my heart to put a clutch,
Because I accept such kind of loving triangle.
Though, I am not Saxon or Angle.

The one who claimed her honor
She was the one who claimed her honor.
She drove me up a corner
By saying I’m her first one.
The brighter got the sun.
She said she was lesbian.
It made a pledge she’s wait.
I got a pain premium.
When she said no, I got the bait.
Her opinion was I did not earn her yet.
To have an intimacy tete-a-tete.
That is why it did not happen then.
But, surely it will be so after years ten.
She’s brilliant and valuable.
To take her I am able.
To wind up the matter should I say.
I’ll her much, and there won’t be a nay.

Travel
It was a travel for the God.
To find His presence on the spot.
To pray to Him and be forgiven.
Receive the bless and bliss not to give in,
But hold out very long,
To use the foreign nation tongue.
I was just happy, made the deals
For getting gratis the free meals.
I do not wait for an applause.
That’s not a war of the rose.
I feel as a child of the Almighty.
I live now well and lightly.
The organism of the church digested my person.
I do not need one more rehearsal
Before the visit for the brides.
Anticipate I help from every sides.

My law school love
She was my love in the law school.
I felt myself a dwarf, a fool.
She consented to be worded in a not obtruding way
For her to be virgin was a hearsay.
But in contrast with the other girls,
She did not declare herself undefiled.
She grew her brunette curls.
I do not think she lied.
Also, I believe in the progress.
While she made me work without rest,
Keeping a distance by a constant flirt,
Judging me out of sex by a female court.
It was not to spoil me by young feeling.
Though, she did use cosmetics and peeling.
But, I believe she kept her price up
By rendering her body to my plot.

Turning around
They turn me around to have a social weight.
That is my destiny, my fate.
I should be slim and maybe even lean.
The way as a school boy I’ve been.
They produce the movies about me
To have for me a David’s key.
It is for my bride’s sake.
Their bodies I have to take.
I use no allegories and hyperbolas.
My poems are simple and informatic.
The sense of it is obvious
And not just mathematic.
But of a new systematic quality.
A kind of life university faculty.
So, the more people know me.
For more renown on it to be.

Home church
I visited that home church
And Jesus was its patron.
They tried not leave me in a lurch.
And, things just used to go on.
This is a way to collect my brides.
That problem, it wide is.
To cover all the world
With the aid of the Lord.
That church was good to study Bible.
For me it was a spiritual lawyer’s work.
I feel with essence my noble title,
To elude the one with a fork,
Who looks for lazy souls,
To take into his purse the bloody tolls.
It was a good school of charity.
I acted but true fairly.

Treason
I am betrayed mostly by reason.
I don’t have a feel of common sense.
What is it with my girls, a treason?
Where should I move on hence?
I am afraid to give the freedom,
In that a plague’d result.
It is not possible a whoredom.
A siege instead of an assault.
I put to with those brides of mine.
It is them better, is it fine.
The babes are all secured.
And, few men murmured
Against the idea of hiding
The way to make impossible a finding
Those who originated from my loins.
Maybe, they’ll also be the lawyers.

Believing
I believe in what is better.
Even what is best.
By the fool I grow gladder.
I am credulous a calf.
What I wield and what I have?
I endeavor to be clever
To response reality.
Often, but, I get in fever.
All it is a vanity?
I should say I am not deft
In defending future.
What to me is now left
After the visit of vulture?
I should say I still believe
Against any reason,
That my girl will not take leave
And commit a treason.

Services
I rendered services to office.
Now, I am the client of it.
To move along, will I suffice?
To crawl up from the pit.
I am also of the honest principle
That what I hear that I do.
I never was a whimsical.
Not far ago, I came to.
I now want to know
If my trouble be temporal.
Or even perpetual, on to go.
And, I should be general, not caporal.
The way “Napoleo”, it was with.
I have a lot of water, no filth
To keep alive with merry mood.
I should get regular brain food.

Double way
They create my knowledge of the situation,
By what they say about themselves.
Anticipate I sweet sensation.
What kind of fruit I myself is?
They first say they’re harlots.
Then, they say they’re saint.
I’ve got in my head a lot of maggots.
My brains are a garbage can of a good paint.
What should I say on that?
Whether I am a dog or a cat?
By the character by which I live,
The sand of time it’d sift
Down the sand clock on a table.
Will it here compensate the juice of maple?
I hope the truth will prevail,
Provided I will wag my tail.

My duty
My duty is to wait and earn.
Their duty is to wait and wait.
It’s for me to study and learn
To follow my life fate.
I’m able was to get them in the past.
For long and longer will I last.
It is to give birth to the kids.
For them to have good health and wits.
Especially, for the boys, it to be.
And, there’s no way to flee.
Off that kind of life long program.
The less of words, the cheaper is the telegram.
So, I have to wind up my poem
Not to fall out with what is homely.
That is the end of my verse.
I believe I was not second but first.

Future
I see the future in my dreams.
I can just call them visions.
The day is full of sun beams.
I see the flying pigeons.
I want to work and work.
To do so more and more.
To get Champaign to get out cork,
To heal the soul’s sore.
I love that strong, I love that firm.
I pass in madhouse my time term,
To be a good and sane young man,
To able be to ride a mini van.
To be full rights person.
Not to leave the curse on.
But to be blessed by the Providence.
To buy with every girl of mine a dance.
Revival
I need a revival for my mind.
How much sense I would find?
In my brains full of fatigue.
In my conscience I am a fanatic.
I try to prove what ever existed.
And, to remember the past I take as I am tested.
Perhaps, I have much to be proud of.
But, the compensation is my love.
I got much but I will exchange it for female care.
That thought, it gives courage one day, the other one does wear.
My soul as a Merry Roger flag.
I got a crazy one big tag.
That’s why I don’t know what I am.
A pessimist or optimist, what to say them?
To answer for my position in this life.
On get an emotional drive.

To be sane
My goal is to be sane instead of crazy.
For that to take the pills I am not lazy.
I want to be a regular one man.
To be mad is like be fried on a pan.
I know I am simple of my verse.
And, maybe will it not make thick my purse.
But, what I to express my wishes.
I love the girls, I don’t need the fetishes.
But, the main question is if it’s timely.
Whether, it’s eternal damnation, that wildly?
The point that they call me insane.
And, they don’t do it in vain.
I am tired of the faked reality,
Which is accepted by any sick vanity.
Still, I worked too much for what I had.
To ask the debt, am I to be mad?

Doubt
I doubt if my girls are immaculate.
I am informed this way and that way.
To realize the truth is never late.
And, whether I doubt may?
Of course, it might be a derision.
Too hard to deem it as a lie.
It should be my own decision,
If to cut in halves that Gordian tie.
The hope makes me credulous.
And, I believe in their honesty ingenuous.
And, the bits seem to be tasty.
I don’t know if to be an advocate or a prosecutor.
I have no advisor or tutor.
To let up that day I stop.
I hope to be on the society’s top.

Allegory
The white knight rides a grey horse,
Can he bring into the dark force?
Or else, the velvet rose takes the curse?
To put the castle on and forth.
The wild cat does play for sure.
I am an honest church rat, that poor?
Again, I find little sense in all that fashion.
It brings about no strain but passion.
So, I prefer the plainly talking.
To be instead of joker a king.
That’s why I don’t need any excuse.
To ignite the cartridge fuse.
I am a person full of pretences.
I penetrated stranger senses.
Today, I should call it a day.
I believe I will find a straight way.

Lawyer
I am the lawyer according to the notions.
It brings about good emotions.
But, there’s no fidgets on that.
Though, I’ve got to chase off the fat.
I was one on the probation.
The time of my liquidations.
That is why I am free of duty.
I can only hire to one and not “tutti”.
I love my status, but keep modest.
I just eat the regular locust.
I execute my position must.
To cope with the emotion and last.
So, I am to be in business.
With craziness or without craziness.
So, I keep I black, not red.
I pay to those no debt.

The source of inspiration
Today, I nearly said I stopped,
Because it’s hard to wait for best.
My spirit, it almost toppled.
I should all struggle lest
I become a complete loser.
In the life, a phantom cruiser.
So, I hope for the most cool,
To be of happiness a tool.
A kind of the self realization,
The sweetest best sensation.
Though, poor am I of the rime,
Being a foreigner to English.
Still, do I not waste the time,
Being all up and feverish.
I try to explain what there is on my soul.
Like I would be a bog troll.

Inauguration
I was inaugurated as a thief.
Many things as passions should I leave
To be an honest gangster of the mob.
To empty some guilty fob.
It is of the Mafia a trade
For the limitless to fade
On the scorching sun of the State power,
To be apropos on a fixed hour.
So, I got to keep the status.
They allowed me a lex coitus.
Also many stricter lex ones,
To be all laughs, merriness and funs.
I have to stay a legal person.
To justify the inheritance of my sons.
But, for them by a law of war peculium,
As a kind of soft ultimatum.

Importance
It is important to be true.
It is to go the emotions through.
I mean for them to keep allegiance
To my all dignitary self.
I stood on the pace of vengeance,
As of a oneness a total self.
That is why I believe they don’t cheat,
And, really are myself to meet.
I should forget the things I knew.
They are many and not few.
So, I am happy that it took that way.
And, I am ready to prepare the pay day.
I will unite myself with them.
And, ganja will but match the hem.
I am enough in saying truth.
Reject I the bad broth.

Position
Jesus said forgive the debts,
But the breach of law it lets.
And, the true grace is follow the law
Of the coat of arms’ lions’ paw.
So, I am to ask the debts as a priest of the God.
Even, maybe, on a conveyer as a Ford.
That is why, I feel the inspiration
To make a sort of confiscation,
To put a debtor under a press:
To be respected not less.
I have to know what is what,
To be with the mob and federals in a total accord.
That will testify I was equitable.
To put a banknote pack on the table.
So, that’s the essence of the story,
The essence which is cory.

Lex
The equity is lex for me.
Though, I am a diploma lawyer.
They tried to make me I of G,
But I did not forget her.
I try to be a tact and go,
But they cried me “lo, lo”.
So, I’ve got to be alone,
Right now, you may call by phone,
The way I am endeavoring
To be righteous as a prophet of the Almighty.
For that I’ll just gift a ring.
I will just all day fight it
To be better off and surer,
To make the friends with the Moor.
So, I love my friends and enemies,
After their death – the end of enmity.

My steady ones
They are my steady ones.
It gives a press of many tons.
But, it also makes me happy:
My well gets only more tappy.
I believe in God and all right.
I might show with my dight.
But, what is it that light?
It makes me waist just tight.
But, I have to lose the weight,
To be of a better fate.
So, I keep on moving
Being in a shape and on a wing.
That’s why I am abiding.
And, the empty forms should be filled with a notions lesson.
That to live on a substance.
I never should forget that.
I am all meet with but.

Perspective
I’m happy ‘cause I feel the perspective.
My life’s position is active.
I want to cultivate the sense of honor.
By private sense to get the hornier.
I maybe am just bit obscene.
The way I never ever seen.
To be more strong and adequate.
I have to show all my wits.
To be more correct and more lively.
To be on the spot always timely,
To have liaisons and relations,
To avoid any kind of frustration.
That’s why I keep to the letter,
To be more decent and better.
I’m always keen on fair sex.
I try to follow my reflex.

My credo of faith

It is my credo of faith to believe my girls are virgin.
The thoughts of mine, they do scourging
For me to proceed from that point,
That my girls did mar the anoint
Of my priesthood of the God’s service.
And, I already drank up my chalice.
I must believe I am not cheated
To work and allow for them much.
I am that way but treated.
My head, it’s not a touch.
All I ought to do is to act according to the scheme.
And, the presumption of innocence is a good theme.
I should let them coquette and say the truth in private.
My duty is to know the bad from rivals.
Not to let them misinform the people.
Not to mar my gown purple.
I should be of the best opinion to make them thus behave.
I don’t allow those boys to push on their wave.
I heard too much of them as sluts and much more as virgins.
They said of lesbian one trade in sex services.
Their honesty, it all just but surges.
And, house of mine, it’s already made
By the labors of my sweet maidens,
By the social appearance of those ladies.
I want to grant them all to be a wife.
One queen and many concubines.
I did all for that and paid the fines.
It’s the end of these tales.
The charity, it never fails.

Dame of heart

She is a poetess in her life.
I know she gave her sweet five,
To those who needed help,
Not spoiling herself.
I am afraid she is a minstrel.
I feel she might bid farewell.
To me as her light knight.
I’m born to long time fight.
So, I’ll keep and wait,
Hoping for my good fate.
I should be short in my sweet stories.
I look for high way heavy lorries.

Good day

Today’s my good day.
It’s the time of my debtors’ pay.
I feel as a child cared of.
I quit smoking and there’s no cough.
I got the business to realize my dreams.
No failure is possible to me it seems.
I will have my hens in the barn.
Of my success I’m warned.
My happiness is stronger than my illness.
I took my step away from the abyss.



Change
(Drunken verse)

You were full of proud
You were sure of yourself
Used you to dominate the crowd
Like a stylish dame hat on a high shelf
That looks upon the worn shoes
You emanated the success of charm
A stone which rolled little and gathered moss
Your beauty was of a new brand, no darn
You were a goddess in your world
But, I imagine myself to be of fate a lord
What was the source of my courage?
That made me simple for a talk with you
Whether I have in my soul something due?
Except the crazy reasoning garbage.
Still, I went forward to shake you out
From your cozy shell; soft, not loud
What is your fortune, your wealth?
Only your beautiful looks and maybe young heart
You were a queen, though of a small kingdom
What did I? Just played my ding dong
And, it was out of the tune of your music
I struck my axe upon your pine and it began to leak
With tears of the juice of life
Your tower seemed to be undemolishable
It was senseless into the depth of your eyes to dive
What could I offer but a fable?
No money, no job, no agreement with the rules of existence
That makes your life an enjoyment
To that realm of peace, came I whence?
I tasted your golden coin and made a dent
Deep enough to evoke something in your heart
Was your vessel filled with crystal water of a mountain rivulet?
Was your soul a pure well?
Your fruit was ripe enough and smart
Your Champaign always played and found outlet
The acid of my love made your fresh milk sour
Did my heart keep fire to make it curdle?
Is there any hope for a tasty cheese?
My atmosphere was too harsh for that flower
Is there any secret, any riddle?
I was no tornado, no strong wind, just a breeze
What made your water stale?
Whether I did shake up some residue?
From the bottom of your substance
Why did your power of prettiness fail?
I made no speech, I spoke words few
I stopped that gracious dance
And, cast over the veil
And, now, your tree is eaten of mildew
What I committed to bring about such a disbalance?
I made you out long before
I visited your DVD’s shop, don’t know for
Your beauty should have been the pledge of your happiness
You were accustomed to accept for more not less
Your soft smile did deride any challenger
That might dare to attempt on you
Your sex-appeal implied a danger
To be mocked and jeered at to rue
The boldness of the first step
You did not know how to accept wooing but to reject
And, any newcomer would weigh his hap
To often just pass by to risk no neglect
The same, it was with me
When I asked for a date
You said you were not free
And, had a husband or a steady bed mate
Again, I was crazy, had this devil’s drive
I believed that I indeed was a writer and a poet
I promised to make an actress of that young woman
To write scenario I intended
Some gift a star or the moon
But I spoke I might give her Hollywood, and soon
What could I offer else?
The life did not spoil me by its favors
Wherefrom I might get common sense?
When the fate played always on my nerves
With women I did know no such thing as success
About life channels I should say even less
My native language was Russian and I studied English
With that I hoped to catch more of fish
In the muddy waters of jurisprudence and literature
With that I came for your splendid features
But you pronounced your no
Which is my oldest and strongest foe
I often passed by your shop
When you prated with other sellers to kill the time
You smiled as though of condescendence
Like I cracked some stupid joke
But, before the jump they do not say hop
Sometimes, they regret that they spared their dime
On those who carry on a hard yoke.
As seasons murder the blossoms of a cherry tree
The same, you lost all your coquetry
No smiles, no easiness, no temper
You are all sad and downcast
Worn out, how much you’ll last?
Your aura have lost its amber
The bruisers of the sleepless nights under the eyes
And are you satisfied no more with the greedy glances of guys?
What did my love? Can it be fruitful?
What if I come to ask you one more time?
To be with me, I’d call you mine
Is there anything I might you offer?
And, will be there any profit?
For us to be together just for while
And, whether I prepared any guile?
Is there anything I might call practice
For theory that is named justice?
I can do one thing – keep my promise
And buy with effort you in lease.

Distance

I live with you in distance.
Of medium resistance.
I feel your warmth only.
And, cannot say I’m lonely.
I used to possess your body,
To execute my power of handle.
Remember I you a bright dolly.
Since then, a shoe instead of sandal.
I want to keep the burden of your being.
On my all grateful soul, seeing
I can make soft your hardships.
And, I demand for nothing but your lips.
You are so good, so gentle, so fine.
And, I regret I cannot offer you to dine.
Because the next step is to foot the bill
For my rights of enjoyment, I do feel
Your smell, but wish to have your breath
To share till the moment of death.

* * *

I keep in heart your serene image.
For me, you are not rose but a cabbage
That nourishes my soul pretty well-
All practical a fruit on sell.
But, could I offer for you money?
In that small shop, it would be funny.
All you accept is pain and effort.
I search for anguish, not for comfort.
I see your stockings on suspenders
With my mind’s eye, to me it renders
Your slender body in a wrapping
Of underwear lace, on finger there’s a ring,
The token of the proprietary bargain,
T’ acquire you exclusively, I mean.
To have you in my loving grip.
It gives me soothing and the sleep.

Broken oath

You broke an oathed bargain.
You wanted t’ get a double gain.
Consumed my marriage gifts with others.
And, whether have I t’ carry pain?
I let the curse return on you.
I feel much better, you were quite a few,
Of girls that wanted t’ find it too easy
With search of evil were you busy.
And now, will you pay for welfare on your own.
I bet I’ll hear many a moan.
I maybe was a fool but for some time.
You shall also know sorrow ‘n’ whine.
Betrayal has his duty payments:
Your revenue will be your laments.
If I seemed stupid in that day,
My reckoning was a sure play.
I loved but for your treason.
Your distress will be my sweet reason.
The harem project was for a joke.
But, you had better ask old folk
How such games do end if girls do lie.
For each of you, a morsel of the Devil’s apple pie.

I cultivated boldness in heart.
At least, wound spring gave start.
And, I paid visit to your coffee shop.
A gentle question wanted I to pop:
For me to be your lover, pretty maiden.
I crawled to daylight from my den.
I maybe want too much and proffer little.
I want t’ acquire beauty by an empty title,
Of one who wants to have but not to compromise.
But, you were though slender but all wise.
You tore the cord of a small fiddle,
With which intended I to diddle
Your soul into my own hell.
I did all short, I did all well,
When I accepted your refuse,
I did not spend my jobless fuse.
And, though I don’t call it lose,
I’m down in my literary booze.

* * *

Withered beauty

You are a flower born from a seed of South.
But, see I no smile on your sweet mouth.
Withstood you not the climate of the cruel frost.
Your charm is no more alive, a ghost.
I only regret I cannot take that former fire fume
Into my botanic herbarium.

* * *

I try to make offensive on your luck.
I play an eagle, though am a duck.
I want too much to have a gentle fuck.
But duly get my portion of the muck.


I do regret I get not my enough.
It seems to me I’m strong and tough.
I am surprised I do not have my lot
With women that I want. For what?
I feel malignity on their part.
I think I have my choice in that mart,
That is not satisfied due to some fault.
I taste the spice in that opinion and the salt.
But now, have I t’ say that it’s all trash.
I cannot cheat the rules of mash.
The love of woman needs the money.
It makes your life all good and sunny.
The work and sacrifice may help subdue
The woman of your dreams, in any view.
And, if you do not have that energy
Your person may produce allergy.
I know I will have my peers.
That gives me comforts, chases fears.
But, I can not condemn no dame,
That she don’t get turned on me, stupid fame.
I want to have too many women and at once.
I ran after two hares, no standard dunce.
I maybe will catch of these none.
But for me, it is sense and fun.
I will work much and strain my soul
To have of romantic victories a toll.

Return

I do return to status quo.
My fate is to be much in woe.
The curse should stay on me forever,
For me to keep above the level
Of ignoble and noble, such way.
Therefore, I have to change my say,
To be a man I have to pay your bill.
Only that manner can I make your will
T’ consent to be my women and wives.
I am to render blessing to your lives.
For me t’ conserve my manly status.
I have to leave it way it is between us.
And, cannot I renounce from the contract,
With which I made your fates correct.
I know that I have to wait
For you t’ accept my offer of the date.


Young blond

You are all merry and playful.
Young, blond, on shoulders is checked wool.
I look on you, your sure gait.
In my chess party, there’s a stalemate.
You wait of me established a position.
When I have projects, debts and fiction.
Still, do I look at you, interested.
Reject you not my glances, but I’m sad.
Can offer I you nothing t’ be a friend.
It gnaws my soul, though does not rend,
Because accustomed am I to that still
In the sea of my life, the pity do I feel,
That I have no cash to pay for good.
And, hardly could I change my mood.
What is now in my heart the hope main?
When and where will I meet you ‘gain?

You maybe are enigmatic for my ingenuousity.
I push the brake and clutch to slow down velocity.
I do not yield to my curiosity.
I see that you are good and costly.
And, I do stage my play mostly.
You give a smile to make me go lostly.
You do not want to buy such lazy slave.
In foolishness, I only am brave.
But once you gave me an accepting nod
To put some value on my fraud.

* * *

City girls

Statistics show much of beauty,
In this rich bay of no bounty.
Almost all of you would match my taste.
But, I deserve not any sexy waste.

Biology

The love, it is an absolute idea said my teacher.
She taught the courses of literature.
I took by heart the contents of the books.
It was like sublime things acquire pretty looks.
But life turned out to be simpler and more banal.
Which gives no value to your person.
In love, there is a competition of the purses.
Except, we try to cheat, we are the swine.
That dig the mud and call it a straight line.
To understand what is it, watch the animals,
On TV channels and set no walls
Between the wild world and our society.
The same we search for house and for diety.
We only don’t have a pelt
Depending on our cloth, are dealt.
But, whether does it some belittle
To have a woman in the middle?
You may boycott the rules of fair,
But then, you will get nowhere.