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Pleischner...You can see quite a fool.....If Insanity-Satanism was intense in the verses,then the author is not all right in the head,because at the time of writing of poetry,he thought with his head and not you ass....Again,for you as for the stupid,while writing something,a man thinks with his head,the verses,nothing more than you thoughts on boygeorge,if a person in poems visible/insanity grows stronger,and then in the head....If someone makes ozerkovaskaya his opinion about the poems,he says just.....I didn't like itor in verses present the fact that...Criticism is possible,but your post is specific hitting and is related to the man himself.And you ran into the person who you,nothing bad to say....By the way what happened? You talked about the fact that they say opuskatsya not going to debate with me? I'll tell you on the subject of Christianity,you had nothing to say,so you jumped alive(at least no facts and logical conclusions, I have not seen).Here you kind of saw what I can grab(as you thought) and quickly rushed into the fight.Flew again.What's next? Again, you write comments that do not make sense,to laugh like a fool at his own stupidity, or just go to personality?

Verdict:Filthy mouth,cheap comments,no objective opinions.

1) In your ravings about the fact that people did not wash(note - often...), and therefore suffered from plague and cholera...there are no facts, or even links to a serious author, but only your naked "reasoning"...And you want now to be refuted by facts...It's not quite correct...I hired you in the enlightenment... in addition, your nonsense does not hold water, first of all, from basic epidemiology... I see No reason to dissuade you in your delusions...to Deal with the stupidity, as I told you, useless... especially when the folly of ambitious and aggressive...
2) ash (in one of his posts written above) agreed that hitting him, as a person was not, and you have continued sverbezh in the back...Ask Estonian guys...let you "scratch"... Tere!!!
PS: treat his megalomania...When you stand your verdict, you look like a monument in a cocked hat...

1-Pleischner....All what you said,the same arguments...So,the same thing can be said about you....
2-Just not to the point,where is ash? We had an argument,moved you to the person or not,this is what Alex was saying in his protective speech....I do ash violet...
3-My verdict,what are your conclusions about Amoebas, and so these words are just about you to Fight with stupidity, as I told you, useless... especially when the folly of ambitious and aggressive...


Have a nice day moron....

Author: ModestUz

Autumn legend.

In the distant a beautiful and wonderful country
I visited once in a dream.
They are waves, laughing, washed sand,
And to dance of a fallen leaf.
Under the pale moon, under the shining stars
There is a place for honor, love and dreams.
There's glory - not just the tube sound.
Will not be for gold foe friend...

...Beer-soaked air and the table.
The fat innkeeper into the kitchen gone.
Foaming ale, and candles are lit.
Casual travelers sitting next to.
And fell suddenly a silence wall:
"Say, why so sad the moon?"
"Well, tell me." - I asked him to.
He slowly El in our mugs poured,
And the voice, коле6ля the flame of a candle,
Long sounded in the autumn night.

The story he told me.
Today I will tell it to you.

***Meeting***

The forest... the Silence... And the rain
Sadly flowing from between the folds of the cloak,
Drops Cola ~ puddles mirror
Hooting somewhere sad owl.

Gait a light forest trail
Knight the wanderer is a young.
As well as a sword, battle-hardened,
He never felt fear.
Short blade, a look of determination,
It courage, honor and valor burn,
The pride in the posture, freedom in the eyes,
Power plays mighty shoulders.

Suddenly the girls scream our hero heard,
The sword handle tightly, he squeezed
Headlong carried his feet forward.
Debt of honor him on the road leads!

The glade before the eyes appeared to him,
The two orcs mock the girl here
Clothes rip off, laughing maliciously,
To body girls trying to get.
Knight suddenly notice they
And immediately grab the axes.
The sword flashed naked edge -
Death awaits production on it.

Short and fierce was the fight,
And the orcs came a piercing howl,
Blood stained the right blade.
The enemy lies slain at his feet.

The girls heard a tired moan.
"Don't worry, it's over." -He said,
Took off his cloak and covered her nakedness.
And softly she smiled at him.

***Night***

The last drops fall down,
Shining over the forest hung a month.
Did not want to ignite the fire.
The quiet between them is the conversation:

"Who are you?" - "I am a wanderer. I grew up in the mountains
I'm the sort not know. One. Orphan.
In a restaurant a kid on the premises served,
Once seen a knight there was
He liked the boy's bare,
And the old man led me behind them.
He has a sword in my hands before put
Father, mother and brother I have replaced.
Me this knight for a son believed
Before death, his title passed me.
All that I have learned from him.
And who are you? And as it turned out in the woods?"

"The forest is my house." - She answered him. -
"I belong to elven kind."
"I have a lot of elves met in my life,
Back to back with them in battles been
Bread and divided the piece into two.
But looks you are not like them."

"Only once in a generation, on the verge of centuries
Born elf for the salvation of dreams
Holy, immaculate giver of dreams.
I am the elf. I am a priestess of the moon."

The knight looked the elf in the eye
The wonderful image they saw:
Boundless sky, the dawn and the sunset,
At the first light,blooming garden,
The endless sea and the rustle of leaves,
Tenderness and smell of spring.

Love and desire in the eyes, burning.
Closer and closer a charming view,
A warm breath touched her lips,
And the kiss closed mouth.
With a slight rustle of the cloak slipped
With shoulders on the damp forest grass.

***Tip***

Under the tree of life Council met
The elders of the elves looking for the answer.

"Happened, which never happened for ever -
Lover of the priestess became a man.
Can he become the guardian of dreams?
What say you elders of the ancient forest?"

"The harmony of the world - above all!
Alas, but not for long the breath of his mouth.
Mortal can not be priest of the moon,
Can't touch this sacred land."

And said the priestess: "O wise advice
But it can become immortal man!"
"Shut up! How dare you about to say?!
With the ill Fate of the elves be joking!"
"But he - man! - beyond Fate
And chooses the way itself!

In the South, in the desert, at the Black river
The sorcerer lives in the country lifeless.
One day he was betrayed and cursed Fate
And Chaos in the Board he got.
Power over death he has,
It makes mortals immortal.
And if you want me forever be,
Immortality try yourself to receive.
Alas, we can't help you -
Immortal is not entitled to change the Fate." -
To her cheek, touched her cool hand, -
"Go. Be Alone with you!"

Who traveled a lot, probably knows
How difficult is the road different,
But in the world there is no stranger,
Who could pass on the way he was.
But the one who is loved, he knows in advance,
What it all means to the goals will come.
Love, in trouble answering a dream
To the ends of the earth will bring with them!



Author: Ares Atarovich De'Monsorro

Look at the world through the eyes of abandoned dogs.
I run wild but have learned to survive.
For nothing I'm not throwing fights,
But if necessary I will tear to shreds.

Wanted to spit on human affection
His contagious rabid saliva.
The beast was when I coached,
Now hunting traps for me.

I despise you, you two-legged creatures.
For fun pouring blood of innocent souls,
Drunken anger twisted your Hari,
For someone's life to break want money.

Everything is on sale until the last bone
A skin you can lay at his feet.
Well where does a person get so much anger?
And why are they all forgiving God?

This Land seems cursed over...
All over the harmony, but there is one bug,
It oxygen and the whole planet breathes,
But exudes evil until you lie down in a coffin.

God forbid power is evil to bury forever.
Let paws in the blood, I am ready to dig the ground.
I put a cross for a long time on the person.
There will be no peace as long as people will live.

Maybe waiting for me for a long time the executioner and the chopping block
For ideas free the look from under the eyebrows,
But I don't got no remorse, no fear
And will not be even to death, forget it.

Look at the world through the eyes of abandoned dogs
I would bite and growl but I say nothing.
Never will go away and dissolve in the darkness...
To be another person don't want to...


author: © DNIS
A poem about us

You were born a toy of the gods
You came into this world, contrary to
Without removing the crown of thorns
You broke like a wolf through the check boxes
Tore his teeth, clenching fangs
A dream howling to the moon
You spit on other people's spit
Hiding under the pillow in the woods
Gain dozens of enemies
Leaked through the network and lies
You grab onto the throat of the enemy
Juicy piece of flesh on the teeth
Stuck, and was pleasant taste
Let there hunter Leahy
Challenge pull the trigger
The skin will leave lying in the corner
Let them remember me and the enemies
And the wolf that howls in the woods
He doesn't know what lies ahead
He hasn't even opened his eyes
But he is also worth living
And feel the blood on your teeth
The world has not forgotten rebels
Our skins are hanging in museums
For the amusement of strangers imps
On the plates the birth of the year
Date of death no one remembers
Emerald sparkle eyes
New the wolf breaks through the check boxes
This guy is the same as we
He's not going to give up and lie
It will break and will go
Absolutely not hiding his fangs
So tear and bite, let run
They are frightened by the Ghost in the night
Run your easy and step weightless
You're born, you still
And again, I hate flags

author: Satariel Lerial

World of glass

Meeting the dawn one by one
And after sunset and cigarette smoke
Zastelit me and liquid fire
Наполниt me, not doing drunk

And wherever I was, he's always with me
Liberty will not, will close by itself
From small mundane joys of life
From the wild desires, the outcome is empty..

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And let the life outside the window nerealnye sleep
And from my words, real will not be
And the way she gave birth to me
Here world of glass - and I'm in it with stones.
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Years stretches eternal night
Not rock your to overcome
I quietly drowning in the inevitability of the day
Colorless life on the bottom pulls me

Perhaps as hundreds of thousands around
Inevitably adopt vicious the circle
I can't according to their rules, to live
But it is hardly possible to change something..

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And let the life outside the window nerealnye sleep
And my tears are real will not be
And the way she gave birth to me
Here world of glass - and I'm in it with stones.
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Mihas_
This is my verse ))) Although it is too late to write Yes ))) hehehe