For Anna Rudolf

She played chess then others baited gender;
four in a row made the haters turn to slander.
Lip gloss computer is non plus ultra like Bender
from Futurama - to love me, pretender?!

I don't know what, but how do I say it:
how do many cunts complain against same shit?
"You have no dick!" - And you do? For real! I'm hit!!
How does it reference to chess, you dimwit?

Smacking a girl with AC needs no guts but whores!
Without evidence all claims are evidence like gibbering gore
in a computer game you forgot to nanny-lock the sores;
so quit barking under the wrong mistletoe for more scores!!

Do I shake my hips or my head, or is this a milk-shaker?
No pun intended, but sarcasm is for free - so wait for the undertaker.
Every time you kids paint the web with comments, it makes me faker
as a funny bill of 37 bucks in US to think of chess like peace of cakers!!

It's not that easy to win it when under scrutiny and contempt;
when some fake drawers bully your belongings with behelpt -
if a fly bothers the sleeper, stone her in the face is attempt.
not murder? Or am I missing something between - exempt?!

Stay with me for a brief moment as I share my beef;
Why aren't women allowed to win at chess, without grief??
How is it fair to spot a cheater whenever one does reach;
and not if Fischer won his price to suspect the deceit...

"But you see, the handy-gap 400 points is a big deal!!"
When why do we allow such games, if the shit is surreal?
If underdogs can only loose, there's the challenge to gleam;
I fail to see the options what contenders should redeem!

Reasonable doubt is worthy indeed! - No evidence, means let her go;
if you can prove it show me the receipts - if not stop side-winding the show!!
The slippery slope yoked some hangmans jokes to forget Ben Owen in the stowe...
I wanted to go to Glasgow but forget which Potter to row!

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...