Архив Форумов Its My Page

[RiflePoet]

My dearest, My broken and ugly,
My holy and sober dear time?
Why do you search through my eyes
For a future with absolutely no past?
And stretch my warm heart
Around only cold fact?
Your friends caressing the stars
Live without chance in their skies
Your glance feels like a sideshow
On a road covered with dust and small splashes of blood...

[Kaizer Soze]

My sword is rusted, and my rifle -broken
My English also– oh poor Shakespeare
Will I be ever forgiven? What are the terms?
Furthermore, I am spitting words here
Like there is no tomorrow. I can not believe it.
Summer. Bloody Summer.
Too bloody hot to wear this outfit
Complete with detailed embroidery and a plumed hat…

[Ma]

я вышел с лесу вышел мимо
и в шрамах все мое лицо
и зашагал неутомимо
широким шагом в горизонт
я шел как зверь я шел по следу
как бешеной собаке крюк
меня ничто не остановит
писать стихов как не в себя

[captain mercury]

I hope those dusty bloody roads
Will be cleared of dust and blood...
I hope they'll be paved with marble,
Or at least with the cobblestone...

But my hope is vanishing quickly,
As I see the news of this world...