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Thursday, January 29, 2015

Coliseum dream

Coliseum dream
The lamp of the Tibetan salt
Warmly glowing in the darkness
Giving out the cozy feeling in the dark gloomy night
Cat, shamelessly enjoying, laying in the same position
Disturbed not by ghostly howling outside
The wind intruding on the peaceful disposition
The restless images are gladiators on the arena of dreamland
Fighting the trespassing monsters, occasionally stopping for a Breather, renewing efforts with a every roaring gust
What if I am really there , at the Coliseum
Sitting behind infamous Nero unbeknownst to him
The crowd roaring like a wind behind my window
With the each drop of blood, spilled on the ground
We love the blood, don't we?
Especially to see someone to suffer
It makes us better in comparison to them, the titillation
Nero bastard put his finger down for hungry masses clouding the minds
The lamp from faraway still glowing, lord have mercy
On souls of those I seen it in the dream wind brought from past
The violence is our shame, the our degradation
The wind..is blowing, swishing souls not mourned by the anyone
by Margaret Gudkov
Coliseum dream The lamp of the Tibetan salt Warmly glowing in the darkness Giving out the cozy feeling in the dark gloomy night Cat, shamelessly enjoying, laying in the same position Disturbed not by ghostly howling outside The wind intruding on the peaceful disposition The restless images are gladiators on the arena of dreamland Fighting the trespassing monsters, occasionally stopping for a Breather, renewing efforts with a every roaring gust What if I am really there , at the Coliseum Sitting behind infamous Nero unbeknownst to him The crowd roaring like a wind behind my window With the each drop of blood, spilled on the ground We love the blood, don't we? Especially to see someone to suffer It makes us better in comparison to them, the titillation Nero bastard put his finger down for hungry masses clouding the minds The lamp from faraway still glowing, lord have mercy On souls of those I seen it in the dream wind brought from past The violence is our shame, the our degradation The wind..is blowing, swishing souls not mourned by the anyone by Margaret Gudkov

The time, great healer

The time, great healer
The time, great healer
Smoothed lips with the restorative ointment
The cracks are disappeared, but the strings attached
The heart still bleeding after mentioning the certain things
Forget the harm, forget the negligence of years
Then why it floating again before the somber eyes
And tears unwelcome performance asking for applause
Undone , unfastened the breaks of self control
The need to obliterate the few pages in my book
Pretend it never happened to me , maybe to someone else
I was just witness, passerby on road, where accident occurred
So here it goes, what's done is done, the writing should commence anew
I 'll lay the feather, ink and hand made paper
With dried flowers imprisoned inside the veins
And start to pour the mellifluent inclinations
Like nothing ever distressed me at all
by Margaret Gudkov
art by Sergio Helle
The time, great healer The time, great healer Smoothed lips with the restorative ointment The cracks are disappeared, but the strings attached The heart still bleeding after mentioning the certain things Forget the harm, forget the negligence of years Then why it floating again before the somber eyes And tears unwelcome performance asking for applause Undone , unfastened the breaks of self control The need to obliterate the few pages in my book Pretend it never happened to me , maybe to someone else I was just witness, passerby on road, where accident occurred So here it goes, what's done is done, the writing should commence anew I 'll lay the feather, ink and hand made paper With dried flowers imprisoned inside the veins And start to pour the mellifluent inclinations Like nothing ever distressed me at all by Margaret Gudkov art by Sergio Helle

For long you been residing in my thoughts

For long you been residing in my thoughts
For long you been residing in my thoughts
Entrenched deeply , sprouting the images in spring
T'was no day without the inner conversation
The bus or train or even in the dream I held the dialogue
You'd answer, the voice was clear as melody of river
The time has come to weed you from my soul
Brush off all traces of the influence continued grip
The silly things I did under the hypnotizing gaze
Was I marionette in the able hands of yours
No more the inner dialogue, mostly monologue of self
Grilling my ego till the well done consistence
Chewing off the past that I am ashamed off
Washing with oolong tea to purify the blood
Not leaving any traces.. gone skeletons in closet
by Margaret Gudkov
art by Marius Markowski
For long you been residing in my thoughts For long you been residing in my thoughts Entrenched deeply , sprouting the images in spring T'was no day without the inner conversation The bus or train or even in the dream I held the dialogue You'd answer, the voice was clear as melody of river The time has come to weed you from my soul Brush off all traces of the influence continued grip The silly things I did under the hypnotizing gaze Was I marionette in the able hands of yours No more the inner dialogue, mostly monologue of self Grilling my ego till the well done consistence Chewing off the past that I am ashamed off Washing with oolong tea to purify the blood Not leaving any traces.. gone skeletons in closet by Margaret Gudkov art by Marius Markowski

For long you been residing in my thoughts

For long you been residing in my thoughts
For long you been residing in my thoughts
Entrenched deeply , sprouting the images in spring
T'was no day without the inner conversation
The bus or train or even in the dream I held the dialogue
You'd answer, the voice was clear as melody of river
The time has come to weed you from my soul
Brush off all traces of the influence continued grip
The silly things I did under the hypnotizing gaze
Was I marionette in the able hands of yours
No more the inner dialogue, mostly monologue of self
Grilling my ego till the well done consistence
Chewing off the past that I am ashamed off
Washing with oolong tea to purify the blood
Not leaving any traces.. gone skeletons in closet
by Margaret Gudkov
art by Marius Markowski
For long you been residing in my thoughts For long you been residing in my thoughts Entrenched deeply , sprouting the images in spring T'was no day without the inner conversation The bus or train or even in the dream I held the dialogue You'd answer, the voice was clear as melody of river The time has come to weed you from my soul Brush off all traces of the influence continued grip The silly things I did under the hypnotizing gaze Was I marionette in the able hands of yours No more the inner dialogue, mostly monologue of self Grilling my ego till the well done consistence Chewing off the past that I am ashamed off Washing with oolong tea to purify the blood Not leaving any traces.. gone skeletons in closet by Margaret Gudkov art by Marius Markowski

For long you been residing in my thoughts

For long you been residing in my thoughts
For long you been residing in my thoughts
Entrenched deeply , sprouting the images in spring
T'was no day without the inner conversation
The bus or train or even in the dream I held the dialogue
You'd answer, the voice was clear as melody of river
The time has come to weed you from my soul
Brush off all traces of the influence continued grip
The silly things I did under the hypnotizing gaze
Was I marionette in the able hands of yours
No more the inner dialogue, mostly monologue of self
Grilling my ego till the well done consistence
Chewing off the past that I am ashamed off
Washing with oolong tea to purify the blood
Not leaving any traces.. gone skeletons in closet
by Margaret Gudkov
art by Marius Markowski
For long you been residing in my thoughts For long you been residing in my thoughts Entrenched deeply , sprouting the images in spring T'was no day without the inner conversation The bus or train or even in the dream I held the dialogue You'd answer, the voice was clear as melody of river The time has come to weed you from my soul Brush off all traces of the influence continued grip The silly things I did under the hypnotizing gaze Was I marionette in the able hands of yours No more the inner dialogue, mostly monologue of self Grilling my ego till the well done consistence Chewing off the past that I am ashamed off Washing with oolong tea to purify the blood Not leaving any traces.. gone skeletons in closet by Margaret Gudkov art by Marius Markowski

For long you been residing in my thoughts

For long you been residing in my thoughts
For long you been residing in my thoughts
Entrenched deeply , sprouting the images in spring
T'was no day without the inner conversation
The bus or train or even in the dream I held the dialogue
You'd answer, the voice was clear as melody of river
The time has come to weed you from my soul
Brush off all traces of the influence continued grip
The silly things I did under the hypnotizing gaze
Was I marionette in the able hands of yours
No more the inner dialogue, mostly monologue of self
Grilling my ego till the well done consistence
Chewing off the past that I am ashamed off
Washing with oolong tea to purify the blood
Not leaving any traces.. gone skeletons in closet
by Margaret Gudkov
art by Marius Markowski
For long you been residing in my thoughts For long you been residing in my thoughts Entrenched deeply , sprouting the images in spring T'was no day without the inner conversation The bus or train or even in the dream I held the dialogue You'd answer, the voice was clear as melody of river The time has come to weed you from my soul Brush off all traces of the influence continued grip The silly things I did under the hypnotizing gaze Was I marionette in the able hands of yours No more the inner dialogue, mostly monologue of self Grilling my ego till the well done consistence Chewing off the past that I am ashamed off Washing with oolong tea to purify the blood Not leaving any traces.. gone skeletons in closet by Margaret Gudkov art by Marius Markowski

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