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too late for that....too late.....by LG inspired by Russian poetry
11/26/2007 2:12 pm Last Read: |
dark thoughts and salty tear visions of hell that can't disappear and flames that consume her body and soul; buried alive, approaching doom words that no longer will comfort; actions that carry so little meaning stop! cease! abort! mortifying and demeaning..... humiliated, feeling naked and shivering false promises you are delivering stop! say no more; you betrayed her long ago long ago when sun was cold; not every glitter is a piece of gold when winds were blowing and freezing her soul may be then it was time to extol; too late for that....too late time's gone, no time to wait feeling naked, approaching doom wishing so much to be back in a womb.... |
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11/26/2007 9:11 pm |
Wonderful as usual...thank you LG...mustang
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12/9/2007 7:01 am |
"I know the truth" ~~Marina Tsvetaeva~~ Why suicide at age 48? Where can I read more? What language is it published in? Russian, Ukrainian, English or other. Are those her words or your interpretation of her words? Tell me more, much more. the few words I have read touched me deep. ~~~~Pleasuredad(67)
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12/9/2007 7:35 am |
Inspired by and dedicated to Sergei Yesenin "Drink, bitch, drink" "I won't die so go to hell!" Sergei Yesenin "Tavern Moscow" 1923 That dark creature that lives inside him Uninvited quest, so gloom and grim So sinister, inspiring horror walking thru his soul as an explorer He lives inside you and life he rules Before too late a bloody pool Soon to appear on the floor That's in his futute in his store Poet that was adored by many But life of his was worth a penny Misunderstood and left to die And no one got to hear his cry.... LG
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1/10/2008 1:12 pm |
wasted efforts, wasted time looking for the words to match and rhyme love is lost and hope is gone heartache and suffering is reborn... he put her through heartache and pain she saw no sunshine, only rain she was cold and shiverring day and night but she has her honor and her right to tell him off; so go away, forget she lived forget you knew each other once no need to keep up with this stance; to write some words that have no meaning to talk of crap, and not of feeling...... what used to be is gone forever and no need to sound clever the road to hell was always paved with best intentions in the world but no one was ever saved she was the one who always told his feeling were forever swirled like leaves and grass in autumn wind... she is in pain because she loved him... she is in pain , because he's not.... Lady Gatta ( under in influence once again of Russian poetry)
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2/19/2008 6:25 am |
In memory of Igor Talkov... HOPE If someone were to tell you that I feel alone, If I don't get to see you or talk to you on the phone, Please, dont worry about me... Maybe I just need to be free I have one secret that I want to share: I have my good friend with me in times of despair. Maybe you know my friend as well; A friend that will never let you get to hell... Through thick and thin my friend is always by my side The friend who loves me when I am wrong and when I am right And when entire world comes crashing down on me The only one that can set my mind free Is my friend... You want to know who that friend might be You dont have to sail the seven seas to see My friend's name is HOPE, oh yes, HOPE Always with me, when I'm at the end of the rope It's HOPE that watches over me
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3/9/2008 5:33 pm |
so love is gone and only wilted flowers remain in vase that's full of dust dont say a word....it's not important what's gone is gone, so let it rust..... chimera, ghost, and hazy visions five thousand miles of joy and pain uneasy thoughts and hard decisions and gloomy days that're full of rain the wind's still there, it is dancing holding black rose in its hand and she is here, she's still standing so afraid to be caught off guard rejoice, my love, because we had it dont cry, my dear, cause it's gone no need to fight, let's just admit it life is life and we are pawns.... LG
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3/14/2008 6:44 am |
Inspired by and dedicated to Sergei Yesenin I feel sometimes like willow tree that bending under heavy blow of gusty wind at night, when stars are leaving sky in brightest scars and sky adorns my tree with snow that dances in a crazy flow... copyright LadyGatta
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3/28/2008 1:19 pm |
birches adorned with the coats that are pure white courtesy of mother winter... and morning sun looks so bright on asure sky; it hurts your eyes as if a splinter got under skin, but you look up and see in clouds high above imaginary cat and pup, and people gathering in crowds, and misted castles in greys of shrouds, and tallest mountans and widest trees; you want to sail all seven seas in ships that made of bluish clouds..... Lady Gatta copyright
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3/30/2008 8:56 am |
hate living life with eyes that are closed conscience drifting from one dream to other days all the same like pictures that posed oxygen lacking, fires that smother..... hate when My love is taken for weakness hate when his words mean so little It's desolation,it's gloom,it is bleakness jury delivering total acquittal..... LadyGatta copyright
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4/7/2008 10:12 am |
WHO IS HAPPY IN RUSSIA???? Nikolai Alekseevich Nekrasov DOB Nov. 28, 1821 Nekrasov's most important work was Кому на Руси жить хорошо? (Who is Happy in Russia?) (1873-1876). It tells the story of seven peasants who set out to ask various elements of the rural population if they are happy, to which the answer is never satisfactory. Funny thing is, that coming back from Russia I was thinking about that particular poem, so I looked it up today only to find out that today is Nekrasov's birthday! My thoughts .... My trip to Russia was like trek Another world, another place Another culture, other race To see what they have and what they lack And I discovered foreign rain And it reminded Me of tears They were not Mine, I felt no pain I did not cry or felt My fears I miss New York, I call it home where you are free, adventuresome where people smile when talk to you where you can fail and start anew.. In Petersburg by palaces surrounded With monuments and greatest art I felt no freedom, I was bound I was uneasy and My heart Was telling Me to leave, depart For 20 years I thought that city Will bring Me back to yearly days But all I felt was just a pity And all I saw was just a haze The Neva river all in stone The Nevsky Prospect shine in lights But all I want to be alone Don't want to hear anymore about tsars, about throne the wonders and the whitest nights, I feel despair and a bore I left it then, and leaving now I am flying back where I belong from now on I wont allow The thoughts of past to bother Me And I was right, I was not wrong To choose the place that disagree with their lifestyle all along.... by LG copyright
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7/23/2008 9:22 am |
Three days of sunshine and no rain. Three nights of pleasure and no pain. Three years that flew away too fast, I guess the distance was too vast, Three weeks that were too long to wait. And we deserved a better fate... But what about our last? It passed, My dear, It had passed. And now all is gone, gone, gone... We are no longer singing song; The music and the words are wrong. So long My dear, So long; Our weeks and years, and days and nights Are fortified like Golan Heights... to My unknown lover after reading too much of Russian poetry
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10/27/2008 12:33 pm |
remember Me? I was the one that you confined your darkest thought, that constantly was brought with life that was forever boring.... Remember me? Distraught with grief and deeply agitated you sought My comfort ...but no more Ignore. ignore,ignore...back to the ways we used to be before Past strengthened your belief in My sincerity; When you wake up your eyes don't see no more that clarity... Do you remember Me?? To be in love, where scorn is bought with groans; You heard My voice - and suddenly you flooded with relief But it was short, it was too brief... Remember Me???? Remains of something that destroyed and broken up; Pile of debris.... remember Me????? LG 2008
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4/17/2009 6:05 am |
So very little hope, I'm ok, I'm not surprised and sun had fallen deep in sky, and tides are on the rise; I loved him yesterday but not today Today he's so tired, today he's so grey I used to be in love with golden sun whose rays caressed me just for fun Today I'm sharing bed with coldest moon I feel like salty ocean and lonely as a dune Away away with lust and pleasure Long life forgotten, buried treasure Yesterday plumes are turning into prunes Today you are the highest of baloons, tomorrow you are just a pile of rubber with body full of useless blubber Away away with lust and pleasure Long life forgotten, buried treasure of days of happiness and glory with no single shed of worry Past! I wish you could last... another day, oh, please, I pray! Future....I am looking for the suture for the suture to stitch My wounds...... LG-2009 PS Reading Russian poetry and talking to one of My very sad friends
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