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Little Bunny Rabbit

Victor Terent — Wed, 17 Mar 2010 02:43:26 +0000

One Little bunny rabbit went for a walk

skip-skip, jump-jump, plock-plock

Big curvy carrot got stuck in his teeth

But he can not afford a dentist…

And he’s ugly too

to tell you the truth

Bulletproof vest of your face

Victor Terent — Thu, 07 Aug 2008 23:24:41 +0000

A bullet-proof vest
Of your face
Stands for caress
And healing punches
Of Comanche
Committing crime to yourself
Never able capture bold finesse
Crime, crime, crime and punishment
Crime, crime, crime and success
Like stealing from yourself
Like stealing from yourself
Like stealing from your soul that
Leans towards the fence
It’s a strange, strange moment
I’m looking at my face
In old and rotten window
And nothing is behind
Emptiness
Like monster of Loch Ness
Leaving tracks in sand
Trying to descend
In the moment of revelation
I am I am – look at me
Face growing long and empty
Loneliness, loneliness, loneliness
- Our true abundance
Loneliness, loneliness, loneliness
- Our true abundance
It’s like eating shoe-polish
Of success in excess
It’s like beating crows
Sitting on the cross
Where Jesus resurrected
Touching soul nerve
Pulling soul nerve
Endlessly in non-achieving
Chilling, chilling, chilling
Posting cherished comment
Munching food of god just to vomit
Like murdering yourself
In every passing moment
And bribing yourself
by eyeballing in stalling

Cafe Monday

Victor Terent — Mon, 16 Apr 2007 14:24:19 +0000

inside out words
back to front ideas
what can you really say
but repeat the others
zip fly open wide
just there’s no pin to fix it
decaffeinated coffee
like in steril life
gloss look but no buzz
outside in
flickering finger spin
crawling little snail
back in home shell

What is your colour?

Victor Terent — Mon, 02 Apr 2007 15:06:09 +0000

I am black raven
Black Swan among the whites
Mistery of the Cosmos
Contrasted by the shining of the Stars

Perfect background
for any Appearance
Black letters on the white page
Inclusion of every colour

Shadow of the Night
unevitably followed by the Sunrise
Dark secrets kept by pumas
of Deepest Black

Sharp Contrast and Contradiction
Black Tortoise or
Snake of the North
My true direction

a Colour of Freedom and Magic
Reflection of the World in
Dilated pupils
of my Eyesâ€™ Mirror

I don’t feel lonely

Victor Terent — Fri, 19 Jan 2007 20:43:09 +0000

Sitting in front of your hateful PC and languishing from loneliness. Thoughts thicken like jelly in a deepfreezer, eyes almost start to yawn, mouse pointer slowly moves to Solitaire icon. But suddenly your mailbox clatters – Oh, those wonderful mail slits of Irish Georgian doors! – the mail has arrived. And you’re happy with this moment of freedom and have a good reason to leap up from your familiar spot and rustle with your slippers cheerfully as you go out to the corridor. Today my mailbox clattered four times. And what have I received?

Snow

Victor Terent — Fri, 19 Jan 2007 20:29:59 +0000

Beautiful snow silently falling down. I went outside and let snowflakes kiss my face. Cold and fresh. And melting and dissapearing..Like everything in urge for permanency, trying to clame its existence but changing into nothing and appearing from nothing too. Magic feeling of blissful soft drops running down my chicks like tears of quiet joy for stilness that is in between the flakes and silence of hypnotic dance of the snow.

03/03/2006