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Best Poems From
MAX KUVAEV
(14/03/1974)
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Juggling With Lemons
you said that door would never open again
i said i wouldn’t care
you said that time the moon would wane
but i just wasn’t there
you sat and looked at falling snow
i nursed my pride
you said you really had to go
i said good-bye
i was juggling with lemons
as if i could
i was juggling with lemons
like they were glued
i said i was then free at last
the mirror said false
i said i had to shake my rust
the car said it’d stall
i sat and watched the snowflakes dance
it was so quiet
i said i’d not succumb to trance
and i’d stay wild
i was juggling with lemons
ready to fall
i was juggling with lemons
i dropped them all
i was juggling with lemons
they hit me on head
i was juggling with lemons
juggling like mad
i said i had been torn apart
none said a word
i croaked my heart just wouldn’t start
but no one heard
i screamed i was giving all up
but who would care
my life without you was a stump
wicked nightmare
i was juggling with lemons
i was enthralled
i was juggling with lemons
i dropped them all
i was juggling with lemons
juggling with fate
i was juggling with lemons
and now it’s too late
Max Kuvaev
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Keyword
give me some light
so that i see
who is tapping at my knee
and my moods and spirits blend
pass me your candle
this is the end
we went out somewhere
in the night we cried
for those of us who'd died
and our drinks gave odd effect
hold me a candle
this is the end
yesterday
i created the world
today
it's already dead cold
i think
i forgot about the keyword
forgot about the keyword
if only i could have known
these are not stars
we're looking into devil's eyes
he stares at us from heavy lead skies
but even he has to resign
this is the end
we all die
yesterday
i created the world
today
it's already dead cold
i think
i forgot about the keyword
forgot about the keyword
if only i could have known
Max Kuvaev
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Little Black Paws
(this is a translation of a funny song by a russian band called NOM which was written way back in the 90's)
From over hills, and past the swamps
Past river’s stream, that slowly rolls
In the dim dusk with goals unknown
A youngish man was walking alone
He trod his way, direction was east
And leather sack he was carrying with
He was so tall and bald was his bean
Fussily gnawing on sunflower seeds
It seems last year in local woods
All evil spirits, they did beshrew
Old forester went for pine cones
Nobody saw him and neither his bones
Once upon winter in the same thick
Dersu the hunter fell into a pit
His body was found in seventy days
Lying on skulls disfigured and maimed!
The moon climbed up. The guy with the sack
Would have stalked on down the same track
Had he not met in the moonlight
A little girl not older than five
Stupidly sitting in the green moss
It was so clear, that lost she was
To keep the infant from getting dead
The man set his mind on helping instead
Right to her savior the little lass clings
Squishes with her nose and gobbles on seeds
Soon through the dark there shimmered some light
It meant they reached a settlement’s side
Together with granny the little girl dwells
They also have there a goat and hens
The man just got sleepy in tobacco smoke
The warmth of the house lulled the poor bloke
The night is so dark and it hardly moves
Way too much late now to rescue the dude
Rags starting to stir in the grim cellar
Little black paws have woken down there
Frightful and scary and gooey is dark!
Death himself coming for his big hunt
In knitted hat and old coat he goes
Little black paws! Ah little black paws!
New forester in the midst of a day
Afterwards saw the remains of that place
Girl and her granny, no sign of them both
Only the footprints! Little black paws…
Max Kuvaev
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Munch's Nightmare
(munch = edvard munch, a great norwegian artist)
he asks me about something
but i can’t hear
i hate him like he’s gay
or a pedophile
i scream him to **** off
my fist landing in his face
snot of blood on his nose
it swells it ****ing sways
he falls flat on his back
coughing out his chewing gum
i’m crushing walls enraged
rock like bloody pendulum
my knuckles splashing red
and axons yell with pain
i’m gasping for some air
my chest can’t move like chained
he now sits and stares
the shapes around are still
static munch’s nightmare
some delirious thrill
my half blind effort makes it
i find the ****ing door
then I break down and wail
like hundreds times before
Max Kuvaev
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