“Good things
eventually come
to those who wait..”
You are dead
wrong..
That’s not enough
to seize good favor
with ol’ Lady Fate.

You can’t just
sit there on your ass,
and do jack shit,
and then expect
her blessings
to be served to you
upon a silver …

I’ve only scratched
the surface..
penetrated you
skin deep..
and in the process
left a bloody
bite mark on your
rosy lip.

What I have yet to do
is penetrate you
to the core.
To break you open,
tie your heartstrings
in a sailor’s knot,
and make you …

There is the face
you show..
and then there is
the face I see.
The former one,
is visible
only to you..
The latter one,
only to me.
And so,
which one of them
reflects the true
reality?

I couldn’t tell you.
And your guess
is probably
as good …

Сеструшка ты моя
петрушка.
Любимая моя
и верная подружка.
В мешке бумажном
я катал тебя
пока была ты
ещё кроха малая..
Но в тот мешок
уже не влезешь ты,
моя старушка
моложавая!

Хоть и настолько
короток и редок
был час
наших встреч..
В моменты те
какая только ерунда
не вызвала …

The further that
you have to leap..
The easier it is
to fall.
And it’s a long
way down..
before you hit
the ground below.

The good thing is
that free-fall
gives you much time
to reflect..
upon the choices
that you’ve made
before you leapt.

Before your …

To prod the bear..
that is to tempt
The Devil.
He carries his
reserve of
patience..
But it doesn’t
last forever.

What happens..
When it finally
runs out?
Who knows..
You’ll have to
fuck around..
to find it out.

To all the witches
who these days
divine my situation
from fish entrails
and cast silly
little charms
and spells..

I am afraid
your efforts
are quite
ineffective.
Frankly, the best
dark magic
would’ve been
just offering me
all your love
back then.
Seeing the man
I am today …

Eventually
each and every
one of us
will be dead.
So, would you
rather rest
eternally
within a deep..
or shallow grave
instead?

I would much rather
decompose
12-feet beneath
the weight
of cold, damp earth..
So that The Flesh
upon my bones
may offer
nourishment
to all its
toothy …

I only take
what God
chooses
to give.

Each morning,
I awake and find
that I still breathe.
My heart still beats,
my mind still ripe
with fresh ideas
to pursue that day.
And when there
aren’t any,
I don’t curse at God..
I love Him anyways.

I …

What joy is there
to love
without a subtle
twinge
of loving pain?

To hold a dove
within thy grasp
is to accept
the possibility
of it flying away.

The only way
to hold it always
is to clip its wings..
but if you do,
what is there left
of …