Oh, dear mother

Oh, dear mother
I lost my brother
He is alive and well
But as far as I can tell
To see me he has no desire

Oh, dear mother
My younger brother
I have to confess
Can care less
If nieces miss their uncle

Oh, dear mother
Please, tell my brother
He could be smart
But a life with no heart
Not a life, but a worst nightmare

Oh, dear mother
I love my brother

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Am I obsessed with death?

Stroking a head of a snake
Feeling a tiger’s breath
Am I obsessed with death?
Am I obsessed with death?

Daydreaming while crossing a street
of life that I want to have
Am I obsessed with death?
Am I obsessed with death?

When shit start hitting fans
at results I will quietly laugh
Am I obsessed with death?
Am I obsessed with death?

Laying sick on a bed of death
I will cling to what I still have
I simply enjoy the life
Don’t care about death

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Monkeys falling from the sky

Monkeys falling from the sky
Happens when they try to die
Jumping from an airplane
So that nothing would remain

Fishes swimming in the sand
Is a start of a crazy trend
Chasing after a sea otter
Who escaped from oil in water

Running from a hungry bear
Is a girl with braided hair
Never trained in any sport
She’s the only one he got

Do not act as crazy monkeys
Stupid fish or little girls
When you face the life’s tough choices
One is has to have the balls.
 

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Wind’s favorite poem

My eyes were closed in a pleasant slumber
When I heard a clap of distant thunder
Wind opened my book and flipped through the pages
It has been reading like this throughout the ages

Some writings it liked, they had a nice sound
The one in particular made it astound
The beauty of rhyming was so profound
The wind made a circle and came around

With blow so fierce that it ripped the page
And sent it flying as a wind’s prized catch
From that time on, every wind I befriend
Could recite my poem from start to end!

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The opposites

I could be fat, you could be thin
I could be red, you could be green
I could have hair, you could be bold
I could be young, you could be old

I could be weak, you could be strong
I could be right, you could be wrong
Until the people start to yawn
The list could go on and on

The point that I would like to make
Depends on what it is at stake
The opposites of certain kind
Complete each other when combined

Who’s young today, tomorrow’s old
Had head of hair, now – bold
I won’t be lying under oath
It’s either or, but never both!

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Go, be brave

Go, be brave, step into a ring of fire
No excuses – it is your desire
It is the only choice to exist
Despite what people tell you,
The people don’t want to assist

Go, be brave, kill the beast
Free my people, free yourself at the least
He, who doesn't risk, never gets to drink champagne
Although, the people lack courage
These people will call you an insane

Go, be brave, take the plunge
Show your true colors,
Unleash the damn avalanche
When shit hits the fan, in a big stinking wave
The nature will punish cowards and reward the braves

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Poems vs Songs

I may be right or I may be wrong
But, when you hear a singer singing a song
It is his or her voice that carries a message
With music providing an easier passage
To a space behind the eardrums
Resulting often in a rhythmical shaking
Of hips and boobs and flailing of arms

I may be wrong or I may be right
When you read a good poem it brings you delight
The rhyming of words makes poem tick
Your imagination does the trick
The poem's message illuminates the mind
Translating human language into language divine

When I'm writing my poetry, whether poem or song
The former always comes right and the latter wrong.

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That crazy Russian

I heard the words that crazy Russian
Used together so many times
There is a chance they will stick together
In some foreign language, in a strange parlance

Like the bittersweet is not sweet or bitter
A strange tasting mix that is hard to describe
That crazy Russian is a complex expression
Where rules of language are hard to abide

Defying the norms, despite expectations
That crazy Russian is the last to stand
When money and power are driving forces
That is hard to imagine and understand

You made him a slave… So, slaves are in fashion
One likes it better, when one is on top
But, please, don’t blame that crazy Russian
The higher you climb, the harder the drop

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Gravity vs Money

Power of gravity is physical
Power of money is mental
Let’s find out for ourselves
Which one is stronger and more elemental?

And for as long as I could remember
Power of gravity stays the same
Power of money is always growing
Growing, growing until it’s insane

Power of gravity drags you down
Allow you firmly to stand on your feet
Power of money will fly you over
To Paris, Rome, New York or Madrid

To prove ones and for all
In a very bold experiment
I will dropp one hundred dollars bill
On New York city street pavement

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Nature's warning

When Nature puts food on your plate - you’d better eat.
When Nature pours drink in your glass – you’d better drink
When Nature kicks you hard in the pants to assist
You’d better stay on that course and don’t resist

When things don’t go the way you planned
When women refuse to go for a one night’s stand
Despite the fact that you are good looking and strong
Nature signals that something is very wrong

Nature is a foolish lady you would insist
If I do what I do, I surely shall persist
I am the man, I’m on top of the food’s chain
I conquered the Nature, the Earth, like a king, I rein

All right, when you find yourself in a nasty mess
It will happen sooner than later, I would profess
I am still your mother, to cry I will not refuse
When I see you dead body on the nightly news

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