Николай Шабуневич: Стихи и лирика 2.0

Today no one is leaving the place,
Go and wash what you call your face kids.
For the sake of The Lord, his glory and grace
Dad woke up sober and unable to pace

His battery is over so the battering too
The hole in the wallet is now to be sued
Now we can stay here and never move
Thank you my Lord, but what can I do?

And The Lord said
Each day goes to the dawn
Each way exists on its own
Each word you’ve ever thrown
I will pick up and decompose

Angel went down and gave us a kiss
Creator is generous and really exists
We can here his words fell of Dad’s lips
«I cannot walk, I don’t feel my hips!»

The credit is payed and now it is due
He got his payback and sick-benefits too
The hole in the wallet is now to be sued
Thank you my Lord, but what can I do?

Hit the road and tell some angel
If you ever find the one
Maybe on some desk in heaven
Go and tell them I am done

Peter Piper packed his pickles
Sold them out and now he’s rich
Now he’s selling dime for shekel
Married one cold-hearted bitch
But even him deserves some Eden
God forgave him all the sins
God forgives all men and women
So tell me why I’m still right here?

Sheena leads and Sheila needs though
Needs some private space and life
Sheena beats her for ten years now
But God forgave her, tell me why?
And I’m just asking for some mercy
If he finds the one for a son
Mercy seat is not the purpose
Run and tell him that I’m done

None of us are getting born with their own wish
None of us are getting out оf this life alive
It’s like to screw the whole cuisine with an only dish
It’s like a motivation without a fucking strive.

None of us are getting born with bare hands to fight
None of us are getting out оf this life alive
It’s like to switch on only the outside lights
It’s like some dogging deeper instead of a dive.

None of us are getting born with a desire to win
None of us are getting out оf this life alive
It’s like to soar the rice instead of some beans
And waiting for the magic from the sprout to die

None of us are getting born with clapping hands
None of us are getting out оf this life alive
It’s like to wait for a moment of the plane to land
Without a fucking hope those wheels will ever drive.

No one can breathe without the air
No one can live without a dare
No one can keep a bet to be dead
No one goes mad being a spare being not there

Oh it’s raining it’s pouring
and you didn’t bring a sweater
The past will never open
the backdoor for you
You’re dreaming of a City
Which is wallowing the creepy
But there’s nothing to loose
When your neck is in the noose

You’re passing through this life
With a senseless stupid smile
Making water from a vine
Selling dollar for a dime
Night is willing to bet
And someone’s going to get
Your perfect stupid smile
Just before the breaking down

Down! Down! Down! Down!
Before the break of down
Down! Down! Down! Down!
Before the breaking down

Give up the race before you start
And Never unchain your foolish heart
Spit on the ground, hold your breath
Try to scare yourself down to the death.

Having a heart sized with deeds
Let them keep growing, having a gain.
Shaping your soul with someone’s needs,
Don’t let it perish within a pain.

Having some «good» pulsating in veins,
Care of rhythm that’s giving a rhyme.
Shape of your soul can turn into «Shame»
So mind to keep your critical eye.

Making a blast so selflessly bright
Mind that the curtain will fall someday
Living a role is not living a life
«Behind the scenes» isn’t a stage.

Having a mind sized with thoughts
Let them keep flowing out of safe port
Swapping the goals and desires for hopes
You’ll go insane or even bored.

Having some «bad» that’s going for good,
White’s turning grey, grey’s getting black
Misunderstanding’s for misunderstood
«Ashes to ashes» needs fire forehead.

Making the move get keen on a pace
Everyone’s running behind. In the past
Clean-cut steps so as a careless trace
Separate followers from counterparts

Having a soul of twenty-one pounds
Don’t measure your life with cat’s «9» thing
None can live over, or try a new round.
If you cannot smile, try saving a grin.

Having some strength to deal with yourself
Look at the mirror, watch yourself, stare!
Ladder from heaven strains after hell
Specially when you’re digging downstairs

Making a promise mind the cost,
As well as profits, charges, returns.
The first, the last, the least and the most —
Are just the words and malign concern.

Having a power measured with words
Fade the one’s straight from the shoulder.
Better fights good as «worse comes to worst»
Generals live for dying soldiers.

Having some will to build inner peace
Watch out the projects being in use.
Don’t forget to expertise bricks
Fragile constructions aren’t the excuse.

Making a bet on prospering fate
Don’t get frustrated meeting a sharper.
Mind the size of the entry stakes
But even being hard try to get harder!
Leave your windows opened
Don’t mind it rains outside
No whether is for no man
It’s not our place or time

Fall in love, autumn leaves
Fall in town, cold and sneeze
Autumn calls falling deep
Autumn blows an atomic breeze

It tries to get in hearts
Whenever hurts or not
The season to be art
Knitting humid knots

Knitting human fates
With no disgrace or praise
It’s never soon or late
To Fall in Autumn days

Fall in love, autumn leaves
Fall in town, cold and sneeze
Autumn calls falling deep
Autumn blows an atomic breeze