Working for ages
Working for ages, I never complained;
“How are you doing?” – They usually say...
Since “doing well” was my usual answer,
No one could imagine the pressure of blood
Boiled at hundreds degrees, like a dancer,
Showing his talent and judged by God…
Years… The meetings, the parties, the feelings
Stayed in past… And this time, loneliness
Comes, like a cloud above us, not killing –
Just to be seeing your painful, blind death…
Rather than wait for the terrible moment,
I just continued my usual duties,
Trying to save the possession I owned –
Cleverness, wisdom, mentality’ beauties…
You might be laughing – “How they are expensive-
Things, never taught, never seen, never smelt…”
“That’s’ not for you!” – I would say, “Since my senses
Are not the same as your black, leather belt
That can be taught when you’re losing your trousers,
Running away from the pain, shame, decease
Which falls your friends onto ground when houses
Can’t take back their cold bodies… Guy, please,
Don’t make a joke from the things, which require
Ages to be realized by your brain;
Since it would probably be ten times funnier
Wait for the death, which is coming again,
This always chooses us, people, which hungry,
Cold, absent-minded… That’s funny. Might be.”
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13th December, was working as usual,
Then came back home, started working again…
That might be great, and as well, soft conclusion
Started in past, which has own present end,
But… navigating PC through the sites,
Noticed the number, just called besides…
Beautiful girl, not without attraction –
This my opinion flew up through the dark…
Age? Education? Appearance? Reaction
Was just the next: that’s not flower, but park
Growing and shining with all of the colors,
Spring of emotions, soft speech, pretty voice…
I would spend talking to her many hours,
Leaving in past all the darkness and noise…
So, we arranged day for meeting, I hope
She won’t allow me to join lamp and rope.
“How are you doing?” – They usually say...
Since “doing well” was my usual answer,
No one could imagine the pressure of blood
Boiled at hundreds degrees, like a dancer,
Showing his talent and judged by God…
Years… The meetings, the parties, the feelings
Stayed in past… And this time, loneliness
Comes, like a cloud above us, not killing –
Just to be seeing your painful, blind death…
Rather than wait for the terrible moment,
I just continued my usual duties,
Trying to save the possession I owned –
Cleverness, wisdom, mentality’ beauties…
You might be laughing – “How they are expensive-
Things, never taught, never seen, never smelt…”
“That’s’ not for you!” – I would say, “Since my senses
Are not the same as your black, leather belt
That can be taught when you’re losing your trousers,
Running away from the pain, shame, decease
Which falls your friends onto ground when houses
Can’t take back their cold bodies… Guy, please,
Don’t make a joke from the things, which require
Ages to be realized by your brain;
Since it would probably be ten times funnier
Wait for the death, which is coming again,
This always chooses us, people, which hungry,
Cold, absent-minded… That’s funny. Might be.”
----------------------------------------------------------------------
13th December, was working as usual,
Then came back home, started working again…
That might be great, and as well, soft conclusion
Started in past, which has own present end,
But… navigating PC through the sites,
Noticed the number, just called besides…
Beautiful girl, not without attraction –
This my opinion flew up through the dark…
Age? Education? Appearance? Reaction
Was just the next: that’s not flower, but park
Growing and shining with all of the colors,
Spring of emotions, soft speech, pretty voice…
I would spend talking to her many hours,
Leaving in past all the darkness and noise…
So, we arranged day for meeting, I hope
She won’t allow me to join lamp and rope.
