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Acknowledgments
When a person decides to write a book, he might have one or two people whom he or
she wishes to thank, but I have several people who I wish to thank. First and most
importantly, I would like to thank my parents for bringing me here from the Ukraine and
developing me into a young man. I wish to also thank my grandparents, friends, my uncle
and last but not least my girlfriend Alyssa with her continuing effort to be at my side
throughout this process. At times, I have felt like giving up, but it has been her valued
support I cherish so greatly which has pushed me to go further. Thank you all for your
support and continued belief in me.
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Table of Contents
My Mother
When I see you
I hear those damn voices
Suicide Sunday
I am a deadly Sin
When I write
Slavery
Rose is not what it is called
A song that keeps moving
Proverbs that touched the time of glory
Pondering
Prisoners
What if tears can walk and talk
Feeling lonely because she left
Mystery blinded the soul of the devil
Beaming death
Speaking to my savior
My days are numbered
The moonbeams
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Let it happen
Is this a Dream or Reality
Sharing my knowledge
Accomplish things
I sat there alone once
Metaphors pictures
Promises should be broken
Thank you mother and father
Pleasure is what I hope for
Called unknown
Do not know if I want her
Empty carton crumbles
Hunger I feel
Demon pulled a trick to never exist
Ghost Cities Fallen
Sold my soul to the devil (But)
Caught into your beauty
After the accident
Emotional Doubts
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Visuals
Curiosity is Golden
A butterfly flies
Time is what we have to deal with
Seven Seas Mystery
Love Reaction
Vampire of Freedom
Devil Near Ya
Testimonies
Holding Pillow to ease the pain
Water Soars and Water Falls
Surrounded
A mind
101 Vampires
Different Thoughts in One
Starry Night
As I write
Parents
Why Do Arguments Happen
A Life without Your Queen
Villanelle - Beneath the Skin
Invisible Visit
Confused and Sick in the Head
Danger is calling
Awoke to Speak of Political Gain
It's the Controversy
I see the future
Bleeding Feelings
Agony Body
What if she kissed
Changes (Haiku)
Last Good Bye
Move Closer
I held her Close To me
Carmelite
Skeptical Mind
Beautiful one
I want to dance
Fountain of life
Kiss the fire
A Father
Step Away From TV
Momentary Silence
Just Silence
Verse 2
Marriage to the Propaganda
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Deeply Rolled
Started Over
It was the End
Are my feelings
I made it so (Deeper Meaning)
Never eyes of nothing
Gazing Eyes
Cherry Blossoms
Grandpa
Grandma
Conclusion
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Introduction
My Mother
You, Moms are a spectacular women, in ways that are not found in any other.
Your warmth and love gives out true beauty.
Not, just to me
But too many people whom you come into contact with.
Each passing day, I pray to have you in my life.
You made me whom I am today, which I can say is a special one.
You are my shooting star, through winter, fall, and even summer.
I can keep on this description of how well you made my life to be.
Nevertheless,
I will not . . .
I will not stop.
There is no need of this poem because I will do anything I can to make our love burn bright.
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Suicide Sunday
I Am a Deadly Sin
When I Write
Slavery
I do not know what to say, I see pampering, electricity, that blows up like blasphemy.
I cannot control stanzas, which capture my mood swings, to the left-handed misery.
Injecting that hand that used to fly, under the moon lit night.
I begin to realize, that it was not what I had in mind.
I cannot picture, things being said, nor bought.
I can only tell you that I was sold to the slavery of the promise.
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In gravity control//
My mind takes its toll//
Provided by the light at the end of the tunnel///
Kicking rhymes to lay out a little perplexity//
Enchanted through visual stimulation//
It’s like a nerve sensation//
Stopping my beating heart at the end of it all//
It’s a miraculous story//
That keeps on moving in a passed time//
Up holding my words, like metaphors to learn new things//
It’s a passionate genes of my own satisfying beat//
It provides my lyrics to anyone who feels it//
And if you don’t well release the tension that is bottled inside of you//
It’s not going to go on long but just know it’s in the song//
A song that keeps moving all day long//
It’s a real emotional beating of evolutionary claps//
Or revolving mastery//
It’s programmed in you like a revolutionary war//
It’s molding the hearts and picking up dust//
It’s turning sideways, in 90 degree angle//
Of voluptuous agenda//
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Proverbs provoked to touch the timing sight has and then brought to its knees in order to
trace the time of, glory,
It is the purified soul that gravitates for attention
It’s the normal stance that teary eyed can’t compare,
But touched the breathing hand that beaten you as you held me closer then I was held before,
I am getting watery,
And it is nothing but a game you say,
But then I spoke your name in vain and sparked the plug to boil over,
To your name, will they speak again?
Or wait to let me begin to fall,
It is not a holding smoking hall, you see the future,
But not want to touch the star,
It is beneath you and then really far,
You release the faith,
Because I am the one to blame, you say,
But I escaped their game and have tried to make my own stand,
I breathed supernal fire,
that was locked in the read between the lines,
But then regrouped and started all anew,
Because I was called and I have spoken,
And even stood to breathe the ultimate crystal proverb that was given to me when I was
brought into this world,
We call hell.
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Pondering
Prisoners
Kicked in the screaming rage, the mind is reputed into a backstage of hate//
I am dissecting the virgin marry of the baby who holds the key to leak the penetration of
Nuclear//
Exploration through the eloping stance of truth//
It’s a tie game of kicking annotation between the nation//
Through the secluded power station//
I hold the barring in the underworld escalade stance//
You be changed the melancholy of my dreams//
In order to trace the beams//
Of lighting through escaping sighting//
Of magic//
Releases of my own final opinions//
I hold the untying conversations that we once possessed through nostril surrender of my
Giving away my//
Own right to hate//
But not breathing to escape my own following GOD//
It’s a demolishing view in my sighting truth//
That Kick screams the barricade of exclusion principle of a finding never land of magical
Stanzas around//
Your verbatim sightings//
Those sneaker kicks you bought in your sleep from selling your soul to the devil that finally
Led you to end//
Your life//
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Beaming Death
I see her . . .
My emotions are prescribed to glisten . . .
My feelings are meaning to listen . . .
My heart keeps beating . . .
My liquid tears are dropping one by one . . .
Red, white and blue . . .
My feelings thither my heart skips . . .
My drums beat . . .
My feelings drop . . .
My thumb is numb . . .
My heart stops . . .
My mind destroys into self that sinks to death of my feelings to stop . . .
That is when I stop . . .
That is when I stop and drop without a trace in sight . . .
Complicated a rhythmical mathematics stick harder than leaches…
In the injections of the morning pain…
After you, grieve for the lost friend…
I cannot stand the loss of torture’s embrace before my head hits the pillow…
It is like a venom rocking stature that complicates the thoughts of my composure…
I am feeling like a victim here.
You should feel this way . . .
No, you should not…
Why these feelings convert to my existence is known to feelings of my unknown . . .
It is like a feeling of the beloved exposure of the living pain of hell…
When the mind is unspoken like a true living soldier of realizing the pain of my exposure…
The time ticks and slips from the fingertips of stopping the beaming light…
To come into contact with the founding pen of the moving wrists…
You beaming peace I am beaming death…
And it is that…
That keeps the beaming of the breathing soldier friend…
To breathe no pain when he is gone . . .
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Speaking to my Savior
Today is filled with anger and today is filled with hate, my love for deepness rolls deep inside
my breathing, heart,
I pray to my savior I do not know who he is or when we will meet, but let me tell you
something,
I am begging on my knees,
To reach upon him is my fate,
And my life is full of fluff,
Sometimes I do wish on something,
Therefore, I must have a wish on something that will guide me through that burning open
door,
I hope you hear me God and hear me when I speak to you,
Because when I speak like this,
I do not speak like this at all,
I just want you to reach to me and touch me and lend a helping hand,
I thank you for all you have given me I share it with a smile upon my face,
Don't you worry Savior I will be your leading man,
In anything, you need to be taken care of,
On this world,
We call earth,
And I am the man to call upon so,
Call on me,
Call on me,
Call on me,
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The moon never beams without bringing me dreams of that wonderful mother of mine,
You are sweet gentle spirit,
Your warm tender ways the laughter,
Moreover, love that you share,
If I searched the world repeatedly,
I would never find a mother, who would even compare,
You mean so much to me that I want you to know that you are always in my heart no matter
where I go,
You are always giving, always there to help me in anyway the loving things you have done
for me,
I never could repay,
I cannot imagine what I would do without the love you have given me,
I will treasure your sweet heart of gold as long as I shall live,
When I was young, you helped me grow, and taught me all I had to know of love and trust
and faith and, hope, and everything it takes to cope,
You may have thought I did not hear or maybe that you were not quite clear; but all the
things you taught to, me were needed very carefully,
Now I want to thank you for your love, your care,
And hope for you to have a Happy Mother’s Day!
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Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Oh, man what is this feeling that keeps running with me side by side//
I never usually do this//
And speak to the whole world how I feel about someone//
But I don’t know maybe I should stop and maybe give some people a listen into my mind//
Someone might learn something//
Or at least I hope someone high above would listen// she is just amazing//
Between the lines//
She is above them damn lines//
You put something together//
And you can’t take it apart//
Because it’s so, strong it will tear you apart//
Her smile just firkin gives me a tingle in my whole damn body//
Never has this been achieved before//
To young you might say//
And to be honest with you I might agree//
I might even shout I am not worth this//
Pleasure//
That is so, called love I mean honestly I can’t picture myself//
Being something that isn’t something//
But being something that is going to be something//
Her lips are so beautiful and honey moist//
That bees not only fly through space of galaxies to reach her//
They just never have never left the scene//
And when my lips touch her lips//
I go into something that can’t be described in words//
But should I try//
Maybe I would give little tingles of this so called feelings//
When I touch her and she touches me//
I Feel like my heart not just skipped a beat//
But my heart has not even landed yet into its place because it’s skipping oceans//
That horizontally can’t decline because it’s vertically sublimed to shine//
And when I touch her hair//
It smells so natural and pure//
That I just get this heated cheeks that just won’t go away//
It’s like a freaking red nosed reindeer except it's in my cheeks//
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Part 4
Part 5
Let it Happen
Let the tears droop slowly into a vicious tear that I am crying for/
Let rhythm seep through my veins, like skittles taste the rainbow/
Let my misery, relieve its self through aching pain/
Let my solitary confinement open up to a beautiful face/
Let these unbearable hands hold you close, without you saying a word/
Let my words heal the wounded and lead the blind/
Let my troubles, calm the oceans and rivers/
Let my pleasure not suffer but communicate suffering/
Let my mind perplex questions that will never be answered/
Let this hate leave my body and travel out into outer space/
Let these eyes, get lost in your eyes/
Let these lips touch upon your lips/
Let all this whatever you feel come out because if you let all this bother you/
You limit yourself into nothing/
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Sharing my Knowledge
Accomplish Things
I sat there alone once, and hoped for something to come into my dreams/
Of treating greens/
Glazing into outer space/
Was one of the goals I had reached upon my arrival/
I sat there once/
Baring my soul to the naked torture/
Of eating away followers/
Who followed I was not a known mistake/
Would they follow is something I will never face/
Concrete holds the barriers to my opening closed eyes/
From crying blood full torn to grieving to escape/
The walls/
Of encompassing enemies/
It’s a holding treasure/
That minds my soul and lets it be free/
I sat there once/
Did I tell you that before/
I sat there/
Alone/
But sat there with two other beings/
Alone/
I Say’s I sat there alone/
Unknown to follow/
But pleaded to get onto my knees/
To plea/
For forgiveness/
I stood there/
And then sat there/
But laid there to sleep/
And woke up cold and bitter from the horizontal lines/
Of distant land/
I sat there alone/
With someone who knew me/
But ended up knowing no one /
Alone/ because I sat their lonely/
Feeling this/
Loneliness/
To know someone is to escape your own reality/
But to care for someone in eternity of ways/
Next to love/
Is priceless/
But damn to hell I sat alone/
And wondered can I call this my home/
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Metaphors Pictures
So deeply…
LOVE YOU! Mother and Father!
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Called Unknown
I crumble with the slip of my fingers, as I penetrate the empty carton that steps between the
limitless blows//
Upside the pavement//
I definitely cannot figure out the empty hole that stops the heartbeat of a baby’s heart//
But I can definitely release the tension that injects into the core, of my opportunity//
You might think to yourself//
What is this person speaking about//
I might repeat myself//
And concentrate on the emotional progression; I need not to speak from the moving pen of
the moving//
Wrist, but from the openhanded caskets that slips//
Under the microscopic microtone flips//
I am flipping my bliss, in reverse of premature stanzas//
That brings peoples to the dangling knees of mine, is that a feeling//
Alternatively, is that a fault, not in a writer//
But in the person that poses a skill, that intertwines with flees, you dig, the majority of things
that you see on//
TV//
Or when you read this are you blinded by the light that I spring open the brain that daggers
the cranium of//
Everlasting symmetric perplexity of yet another complexity//
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Hunger I Feel
Greatest trick the demon ever pulled was telling you he never existed . . .
When the mind is equipped…
The track back is restricted . . .
The controllable anger pulls out an AK 47 to blaze the fire of hatred . . .
While the heart stops…
The soul escapes the body of the fulfillment of stopping its own beat of life . . .
It transpires into a darker town of the unknown . . .
The imagination is reality . . .
Nevertheless, the skills of mine are gray of reading between the lines of stopping the bullet
with your teeth . . .
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Captivated by your beauty is something I dread for to realize toward peculiar obstacles that
Capture the//
Feelings I bring to you through my vibrated veins, of feelings//
It’s an emotional killing feel//
That obligates into some glorious touches that kiss you lightly//
In order to stop the heart beat of my own heart//
You are holding the magical key//
To the heartaches of mine//
But you saving my soul from sinking to the bottom//
It’s my pleasure not pain to offer you my hand//
To take you away on a mystical ride of our own play written game of love//
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Emotional Doubts
Visuals
Curiosity is Golden
A Butterfly Flies
When a butterfly wants to fly it comes out into it is forming a magical world/
And spreads itself into something greater then it was before/
It soars through the negative planet like some angel that flies high above the sea level/
Realizing nothing can swipe him down to earth/
I wish someday I will be that damn butterfly flying through and under all parallel or vertical
to sea levels/
And just never get swiped down by none of the negativity that we have here in our society/
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Love Reaction
Chemistry reaction/
Love is truthful/
Love is pain/
Yet love is kind/
Not knowing the engraving, the pilot, fight/
I am breathing, painfully/
But eating, dangerously/
Hopefully/
You won’t be bitten, by a rattle snake/
It’s the dangerous, soul/
Leaving, your body/
In autumn, dream/
Yes, freely/
No, not lightly/
But dangerously/
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Vampire of Freedom
Testimonies
Periodical, testimony/
Gathered in smoothness of flirtation/
Its power cord that pulls away your mind from x attracted simplicity/
You cannot gather composure/
But leave your physical testimony/
In the pavement/
Of your sleep/
You blow up like flees/
You gathered yourself, in momentum like historical, past that blew up like gas/
Gather your own verbs/
Which connected your nerves/
That got you to go insane/
And then breath ultimate fire/
That burns deeper than your own satire/
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Surrounded
A Mind
101 Vampires
Excluded by environment of society while I stimulate my brain with excluded play I execute
anyone/ coming…
At five feet of my body touching me//
Execute each verb with my stimulation of a proving ceremony while I see darker corners
closing in to// electrocute my brain from intelligent formula and communicating with the
outside world/
I hit the rock bottom with a second of approval by higher being…
Entered the most prestigious mind on the planet, which means you cannot help it but follow
the//
Leader…
The poetic saying of excluded killing bees performing dancing tricks of postures equalities/
Winning the heart of my mystery date is sure an approval of my generation and not just my
calculation but/ also my assumption of my brain calculations…
Yet far apart is where I would be but thinking unity is not yet reality but ejection of pure
satisfaction//
I perform beautiful rhythm of electrifying rhyme while I reject the venom price inside the
close-minded… civilians who cannot see the future of relaxing creative mind at its toll of
time//
Take away my most defining soul underneath it all is where I hide my treasure, which brings
me pleasure// in…
Order for my pen to keep on moving to perform the art of stumbling and the following
pictures//
Of…
Perfect master pieces//
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Starry Night
As I write
Parents
I am bleeding in time
But stopped in a moment
Beneath the skin, it is slower/
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Invisible Visit
Double the visit that becomes extinct it is a leach that runs invisible…
I am hearing a concert in my head that strips away the moments of the extreme…
I am a paint on the wall…
Interconnected to speak to aliens, I am binding the soul from dunking over my…
Head…
Because it is a proper communication tool with me...
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Danger Is Calling
Danger is calling//
Phone is off the hook//
While the blind men is pulling//
My trigger is shooting//
I am eating the kills//
But breathing the light//
Engaging the flames//
Because they are burning to bright//
I am uncontrolled//
From erupting the stones//
That was thrown//
But forced to sneak clones//
Boring, death//
But death is watching//
Breath is blazing//
Like school is firing//
Hallways are empty//
While teens are persistent//
But life is emblazing//
Because it's over the mountain//
Far away from fountains//
So, don't ever stop//
The hunting//
From forming above///
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Different circulation, bothers the temple, of the controversy, of the moving pain//
It’s the breathing killing//
Bothering your name//
In the glance of freedom//
I kept saying kill him//
But you are breathing shame//
Upon your name//
You stand alone//
But underneath the hall//
You are moving free//
It’s the controversy//
Stood up, to hold the key//
But flashed the light to engage into a dove of free//
I beat on your chest as it was a drum//
It’s a heating waves that has begun//
To stand tall before the rest is the ultimate supporting call//
Of the wilderness dance//
In our romantic stance//
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I see future/
Plans of forming flowers//
It’s the engraved/
Love potion/
Implemented/
Into the spring of autumn zone/
Colorful, yet blurry, from the left and right side/
Have to look at it in a central angle/
It is the only way to escape
That magical, wave/
Closed/
In the casket/
He slipped/
Away from universal lockage/
Of prison plays/
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Bleeding Feelings
Agony Body
Changes
(Haiku)
Last Good-Bye
Move Closer
Carmelite
Skeptical Mind
Beautiful One
Thinking to differentiate
The hated limelight’s
It is the controversy of the captain sword fights
It is the dangling cranium on my belt of aquariums
Through liquid and stains
I Want to Dance
I want to dance.
Forever
I want to dance with the love of my life.
I am feeling encrypted to that thought of love.
I might stand
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Fountain of Life
Kiss of fire…
Is like enchanted desire…
Feeling transpired….
Into regular sexiness…
My emotions unstoppable ….
Like a nuclear power plant…
Then verbal plants elevate into my memory of problems…
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A Father
A Father is a person/
Who is always kind/
And often he knows/
What you got on your mind/
He will listen/
Even suggest/
A dad can be even your best friend/
But when things go wrong/
A dad can be patient/
And even helpful and strong/
In all that you do/
There is always a place for him/
Deep in your heart/
And you are always glad/
Just to call him your dad/
Thank you Dad/
For listening and caring/
For giving and sharing/
But, especially for just being you/
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Let it flow . . .
Like the words, I just released . . .
That is what you do . . .
You let it go…
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Momentary Silence
Just Silence
Verse 2
Deeply Rolled
Started Over
Are my Feelings
Gazing Eyes
Cherry Blossoms
Grandpa
Grandma
Conclusion