Bits of "Poetry"

Dec 17, 2007

A little snow, a little rain,
In terms of weather - simple, plain.
A clock is ticking, as I work,
My life is passing, no time to smirk.
I own a shop, a 2 by 2.
I fix clocks, watches, even a cookoo.
From time to time,
people come on flocks,
wanting and demanding the
repair of their broken clocks.
I work with pleasure,
I'm working hard,
Yet there's something
Bothering my heart...
I just wonder, what I'd feel,
If there was a world, but surreal...
One of joy, one of laughter,
One I'd sing in forever after.
Just like a tale,
A fairy one at that,
Having a family,
being called "Dad!"
Who knows what would happen
if those wishes were true.
Oh, look - the snow is falling,
My wishes are due...
My heart is darkned
As I suddenly realize,
My clocks are the children,
The tools - my wife.
This little shop,
which is merely 2 by 2,
this is my home,
this is what I do...
I make people happy,
by fixing thier clocks,
their watches and even cookoos.
But the most I enjoy,
if there's something I do,
to bring a smile on the face,
for it brings one on mine too.

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For it's high time we stop,
it's the right time to drop,
all the lies we told,
all the truth we stole,
all the time we fought,
all the shit we brought,
all the things we lost,
all the dreams we broke,
all the teardrops shed,
all the moments that we wept,
all the garbage that we swept,
all the deamons that we bred,
all the hidden that's unseen,
all the truth - everything.
All the pain, that we caused,
all the suffering and lust,
all the painkillers we took,
all the scenes we overlooked.
All the people we forsook,
all the hearts we shook,
all the drugs in our blood,
all the nights amongst the flood.
All the suns we burned out,
all the moons we outshone,
all the stars we forbore.
In the skies that we soar.
All this and nothing less,
can make us ever powerless.
All this and nothing more,
for you were the person I adored.

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You're gone, I'm done...
Things are stuck, and
I'm not prone
to this kind of stand.

Shit will happen,
it always does,
it hurts like hell,
it always does.

Rain from Hell,
rain from Earth.
A pain eternal
a sun of mud.

A man of sand,
a girl of wind.
A heart of wood,
a God of blood.

Chaos ensues,
thunder falls,
I hear the blues,
it's quite the pose.

Clap of stones,
feet of rock,
shoes of gravel,
each eye - a marble.

Pupils - stars,
each one about to die.
Lashes long... dyed...
The sense of hope left aside.

Mourning long,
morning misty,
I bite my tongue,
a bloody pastry...

Dogs are barking,
way yonder hill,
my heart is turning,
like a spinning wheel...

Tears falling,
never still,
running rivers,
their beds are filled...

I never wanted,
so much a thrill,
it kinda happened,
I feel killed...

It's over now,
it finally ended,
nine lifes in a row,
all suspended.

I know there's Heaven,
but I'll rott in Hell...
I deserve as much,
for I couldn't tell...

Ivan Aleksandrov : 27.11.2007