Hung-Fu

You hung up on me, Ippon you;
with uppercuts and straight left jabs...
Why don't you call, evade me – fool;
leave me guessing, thinking caps?

Now am fed up, call the FED's get up;
out of my life my Hung-Fu will make you leave!
You got all chances now I want you to stop;

hang you out to dry to put my soul at ease…

You left me hanging and now are back;

bite the wind, not my neck, don't suck my blood!

It's game over your poker face is out of stack;

Just save it for others, and leave for good...

Lost and found

I lost you at Hello and found you on Good-bye;
in disbelief I fractured the sudden lullabies,
of our close encounters. Was it now all, but fine?
I didn't know what to say, as the paint slowly dries.

I stare the wall bedazzled, and don't know what to find;
my eyes blink static gestures and memories on grind...
I lost you at Hello and found you on Goodbye;
could not have known to cherish, what had kept me long so blind!

Regrets made room for anger, why leave me be unkind;
if I would change, then could you take back that humpback whale?
Grounded to the beach, the sea does not rewind;
like a lost puppy or a house on a firesale...

So let it be, I follow, I was not best of time;
still know this, that I love you, even if you can't be mine...
I lost you at Hello and found you on Good-bye;
maybe we start all over, if you could be my shine...

Gibberish

Sick of Sycophants and  Sycamore trees;
tired from slivering slander slingers...
What the thumb of majority decrees;
is the right and wrong of Pedigree -
one mans Gout is other mans goat - singers
harrowing over the black horses bringers;
for they don't like the king to set them free...

Sick of stickmen on march and marionettes encore;
tired from arlequines despair and faked tears...
The sea was engulfed into a stomache so sore;
it shed some crocodiles and was grievously bored...
Challenge was not accepted and the summit had fears,
that they should cut the losses and shift some gears...
But what happened next was classified from the lore!

Sick of madness ensalting hangmans jokes;
tired from stood up comedians falling through the ceiling!
Coup d'état takes rounds some poker-faces get broke;
pork was sold as beef - my prescriptions replaced by Coke...
Some onions had an opinion over a knight unveiling
the statue of liberty redesigned as genderless gathering
for that would fend better for justice kept on a short yoke...

Sick of tyranny against traditions and calling it future;
tired from looping back in time to vindicate our enemies...
Where comes this: "We wouldn't have crucified culture;
added decadence while subtracting avant-garde for sure -
we would've done better!" While being the ones who obituaries
wrote on the tombs of fallen heroes and cleansed sanitary
any villain who might have been romantic enough for nurture...

Alone

Teddy, remember me, when I'm gone;

it's not that I don't like you – I grew up...

We all become adults and end the song;

inner children fade and can't play for long.

At least our memories – I wish you good luck –

wont be forgotten... maybe someday I'll come back!

Then we can go out together and be done...

Putting down all childish manners and dreams;

gestures and smirks with imposing hallmarks.

All must sell or brighten the future with gleams

of Heaven on earth and how the just can redeem...

Still, remember how the nightingales and larks nested

behind our cottage, and the dog barks,

then they there chased around on the fields...

Teddy, remember me, don't be mad;

when I'm old and cannot return or forget...

Tears in my eyes are sour – I'm sad;

if I could take you with me in my blood...

Ascension has a new primal target;

moving on to the next promised land market...

Selling the souls of Mir and Vlad!

Sadist

Bleed me your trials and bid me farewell;

Clavessin rumbles and the candles are lit...

Is it well tempered your manners quite tell;

you don't hath to wonder nor quell...

Raising your chin, to give a first hit;

the cheeks are scarlet and bright was the wits!

Would you care for a mercy or a kill?

Two pigeons in front of you, at your whim;

which should I offer, which shall let go?

Here is the knife, will I do or will you sin;

will you face your darkness with a grin..

Or run away scared like a kitten does;

always falling at feet and not glass...

The grass awkwardly greened for the kin.

Or will you dare both – let go and revile;

enjoy the slaughter, while sheep are fed...

the wolves are still well and wells beguiled;

kites catch thunder and windmills foiled

the holy conquest of blind men, who led

great hosts to nowhere and fast was said...

What would our names in that defile?

Kasutu tagur

Mis on sinu kasutegur, mis on sinust kasu – tegu;

kes sa oled, kust sa tuled: põhi-lõuna-ida-lääs?

Vaatad ette, kargad taha loksutades inimsegu;

kas jääd ette, mõtled järel, võtad vedu –

rebid kildu, peksad segast, väljapääst'?

Ilma jäänud saast ja sääst;

hoides kinni kolust kõhust, võllanaljas pannes pidu...

Kõlu kohas mehe pihas – otsis elamusi rehas;

ei saand aru – rida vahelt, kaduma läks särgi varrel...

Pikad juhtmed likku veetud, susisesid kõrbelehas;

palju mõtteid, setteid, petteid: Koit end unustanud Ehas.

Lõunas oli põud ja pinev, sapp jäi põhjas vindu tõrrel;

kanad sasitud ja puntras minestasid pilguks õrrel...

Mina endast välja läks – kitsas oli olla kehas!!

Läksin tagasi ma koju, kotus nagu maapagu;

maha unustatud keha, tuli jälle hommikust...

Nagu jutlus põlluvagust, kirrest-kagust;

aiapragust – tahtsin näita endal ust.

Tuli meelde, ise tegin, leppides kõik pilditust;

pohmates ei masend päästa moka otsast ühtki „just”!

Hinge jäi vaid lugu sellest, kuidas unus valge plagu...

Lord of the bling

Glamor more than a donkey could bore;

fashioned as fuck and cringe in spirit.

Got more maids than sense – still sore;

alone in my mansion like a forgotten whore:

“Would there be somebody to love and give it –

nobody knows to care, I had it...”

What you get is what you give –

ace in your sleeve or high five.

Don't expect others to live

up your dreams then you never with…

Drama in action and centered in self;

got no time for romance but thug'n'gangsta.

Some copped your robber, the bridge burned – no health;

game over man, but retry by wealth…

“Why do they hate me, I just want to play star;

the bucks are awesome and bring you so far!!”

Still empty in my ivory tower like a whelp…

What you do, is what indeed;

defines your name and what you need.

Show your friends – I tell your creed;

always look out for those who'd you be!

Lord of the bling, so grumpy on stack;

just hanging in there, but no fucks to have…

Want's to terminator, but no one comes back

to look forward and the record, the track…

is in Hell's kitchen – not your fav.

Going ballistic on a rave like a thousand rad

the choicest chimes I'll never lack…

What you have is what you gave;

if you seek Heaven, then better save –

the hopes and dreams of loved ones brave;

first in help is Heroes glaive!

Pin-up boy

Stripped down schedules and worked out effort;

dreams in denial and expectations on demand.

Got more vice and demons I can afford –

all fashioned in my own design and accord;

rate me up, as I move sleight of hand.

Like the glass marble rolling, having a grandstand!

I'm your pin-up boy – your dog from Shefford!

Pin me up and hand out mercy;

shout the tune of relentless fervor.

Sheep is king, the wolf a purcy;

your faithful saint, thy hollow Savior…

Goose bumps are naughty and freckles frisky;

eyes round up black, while sight tuned out white…

Red was the mood, as I stabbed my hand risky,

between the lines, edging to lament on this key.

My guitar detuned, as I trot like a cat in the night;

hungry for Aether or more, I grab a bite

of my own mustache, I painted with wiskey!

Pin me up and hand out mercy…

Got more solutions than people have problems;

eating shit habits, like breaking some eggs.

My forehead is empty, deforested slump, pure as a lens;

while the hair is rocking her own chair at first glance…

Never been out of bounds, while like a snake sheds

a drop of poison to my drink, locked up in dreads

of yesterday and morrow-noon glams!!

Pin me up and hand out mercy…

Bid me well and name your Stacey – call me angel,

I call you milord! Stand up cosplay the latest fashion;

Farewell to good taste as I snowflake hidden derangers…

Hotter than dragon balls merged with power rangers;

colder than ice on Pluto out of charts my pashion.

My tone got no charger again out of mana-bars rations;

somebody is dreadnaught and ships my angles…

Pin me up and hand out mercy….

My zen fractured to peaces of cake as I lost my pie;

it got multiplied with nothing and I gave no fucks…

My ugly swan was swimming on laudanum and rye;

all turned gay and purple colored, merry was the dye…

Rainbow warriors we all sitting like wise ducks;

waiting for the three L's and some volunteered hugs…

I'm to be continuously wasted to offer even my star-sign!

Pin me up and hand out mercy…