Take Advantage

I suffer through,
as those of me who do,
to make a mark
upon a heart
so beautifully true.

But fate belies that
the heart of ten million
could not realize,
these desperate claims
I struggle to.

Oh round and wondrous muscle!
Give me peace at last.
Do not let the pain of the past
block my desire,
It's unsteady so fast!

I say no
let them go,
and then my heart dies
when I see them love another.

How I wish my discipline was different.
My judgment not so clouded.
My heart would be sturdy and ripe.
My desire never unfounded.

You cannot expect my head to go blind,
when another woman comes to mind,
it eats slowly away
at my irrational fears.
Till they come to fruition
as endless dusty tears.

Love is not something I find
I can deal with at the moment,
but any affection I do pay you dear,
will go completely unnoticed.

Open All Night

Something to viddy,
yes, hearth of my legs is alight,
and open all night.
The pitista who had the heart
when she was young,
gave it too suddenly
and now it's gone.
When I am to become older,
and saltier,
and the jeezny of youth
has been sweat out of my body,
Oh brothers!
There stands my tower!
Can you, like, see it?
Oh Beauteous vessel of a Soomka.
My goloss with no soul.
It had been the strack
of razrez to the heart,
done in by the chellovecks
viddied would be all
fathers to my fatherlessness, of sorts.
I had been left to
the device someone else,
all shame of course
my, like, body being loveted an all
in such a vicious game of pol.
Too much shame of course,
would have done me in.
It's just time to be
sammy to the rasoodock.
And close up the business
of heart-related matters.

For reference, here is a Nadsat dictionary.

The Heart of Perpetual Motion

Operate...
Day by Day.
Constantly swung,
endless tongue.
The persistent cause of life
Questioned by physics,
Analyzed by science,
Assessed by critics.
Never recognized
in its realized form;
as an endless barrage of energy.
Never created,
never destroyed.
For our dawn is a fallacy,
never concealed,
not even recognized
once it is revealed.
The final word from
this blissful commotion,
will be as unknown
as the heart of perpetual motion.
© monomana 2004