Don’t be
silent,
looking
with your eyes – so violent.
Give me
Pleasure.
You know
that for my love there is no measure.
Make me
write another line!
Whisper
with your voice divine!
Words are
spilling on the floor.
Let me beg
you here for more.
My aching
fingers start to shiver,
my head is
burning from the fever.
I’m lying
here with the blurry sight
of the
sinner who has given up the fight.
Still
crumbling I wonder why
my thoughts
can only fly
when you’re
touching with your eyes
my mind and
mortifying my lonely cries.
Drink up
all the mirthless rage.
Help me
turn the other page.
Don’t run
from me, please stay.
Or I’ll be
with no joy – it’ll go away.
Squeeze my
heart and drain the blood.
Drown the
happiness just like a flood.
Inspire me, my Muse!
Leave the
Vanity – from her I have no use.
The
temptation burning in my mind is yours.
You throw
away the keys, break down all the doors.
Come
inside, the need is strong.
Wicked, bad
or evil – it’ll be forever wrong.
Fill my
conscious with the worst imagination.
Make it
feel like an act of desecration!
Move my
hand through the white sheets.
I’ll be
humble, I won’t bite the hand that feeds.
Let’s
create unholy words and things.
You and I
fill all the missing links.
You make me
write, I use my voice
to tell the
world about my choice.
See me
standing out in the crowd –
smiling,
shouting how much I’m proud
to know
what I want from life,
to have my
mind sharp as a knife.
And
probably, my muse, someday he’ll leave.
But still I
know that he’ll believe.
Forget that
he’ll be somewhere else.
I’ll keep
him in my mind,
writing all the gentle words he tells.
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Happy 21st birthday, my dear boy! Remember that if you want something from life - just reach out and grab it. I owe you too much to express everything I need to say in a few words. Here's the first English poem I wrote for you and because of you. I'll keep it here lest I forget where I come from... FYML
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