Christmas is close

christmas is close
outside are bright lights
as into sleep i dose
i realize i have noone close
to celebrate this night
the birth of jesus christ

sitting in an empty room
with nothing but a computer and a stool
i am sitting here
yet its still an empty room

>sleep
>jesus christ

>i have noone close
here you wrong buddy

on this weekend night
alone
in a dark room
a laptop screen lights up a wall
casting the shadow of a shadow
upon a wall

a reply from russia
but i still feel the pressure
i say this with my last breath
this will be another early death

I post my Baltide queen
Even though me she has never seen
What is the point of life
If she will never be my wife.

To Heaven has she been?
An angel upon us has landed
All my life I have pondered
Have the Gods forgotten about me?

My friends are drinking
i am crying while masturbating
as i finish up and clean my cock
i realize
my friends care not
that in my room i rot

sezu maja,
man sap kaja
dakter ludzu izraksti perkosetu
savadak tik visu dienu smigu metu

>be american
>get shot
but at least
he does not live in a commie block

>celebrating the birth of Jesus
>not celebrating the return of the Sun

a lithuanian joins us
we are brothers as bums
the russians left us poor
now our feet hover
a foot from the floor

neee

P.S. graži poezija

I'm here to tell you
that I've been through hell too
and my bedroom had the best view on the damn furnace, dude

he's still in the darkness
Hypnotysed
scribling rhymes and
feeding off nightmares
the fear that he has is
giving up practice
and finally try to
hit the target
he's not wise though

poems i enjoy
life i dont
to god i am a toy
he doesnt want my joy

france has come
now i feel less dumb
ive never been to paris
i hope soon i parish

i am a yank
my pants aren't rank
i am not fat
i don't say 'dat'
i do not shart
inside the mart
but despite the sea
between you and me
your words are real
i know that feel

i wish my life
were like a film reel
i could avoid what made me feel
but unlike in hollywood
if i got behind a wheel
there ending would not be good

the latvian posts
poems full of woe
i don't know how to help him
maybe he lacks booze

with this bottle
every swig
is another step closer
to this grave i dig

a race
id never get first place
must write
i never finish in time
all i do
is only half way
soon will come the day
that i will from a height drop
and my life
will come to an early stop

I go to sleep
I hope it will be a deep
Slumber
I wish i had
A father

Going through the motions
so in tune with the moment
dove into an ocean
stole the moves of a dolphin then swam with you
solitude's not an option, sorry dude
My soul is fueled by lots of torments
something's good? then that's not important, you fucking fool
there's only room for improvements, no excuses.


Love you Latvia

Now is time to contemplate
It seems he accepted fate
in that slumber oh so deep
but is he gone, or just asleep?