The beauty of poetry writing and in response to the "Russian Lover" poem

I have received a lot of praise from those close to me for my recent poetry. That is always flattering because rather a poem is fictional or not, your creativity is celebrated, especially by those close to you. The beauty of poetry or at least biographical poetry is that you can grow and make peace through your words. For example, the "Russian Lover" (edited title) poem has a very tragic theme and tone to it. I ended the poem in a very positive way and that helps with cultivating myself. Peace is everything. If you cannot make peace with your shortcomings, then you are going to be in pain. It's not worth it. Focus on the positive and give that light of hope in your poems or life as a whole because let me tell you that the law of attraction is very real. Poetry puts all of the cards on the table, but once everything is creatively addressed, the time for focusing on the positivity within negative events is born. One of the last Russian sentences in the poem is a powerful statement that I made. In essence it says, "I forgive you" among other things. Forgiveness and unconditional love are all that matters.

-Ando C.

"Russian Lover" (**EDITED TITLE**) 6-5-2013 by Ando C

***DISCLAIMER*** Although this was posted last week, I decided to rename the poem for various reasons and edit out the lover's name that I alluded to. I usually would never do this but I feel that this is the appropriate thing to do. - ADMIN:  6-11-13 *****

This is by far the best poem that I have ever written. My hope is that the reader can consume the sorrow of this work. I tried to channel my inner William Shakespeare and Victor Hugo. If anyone is offended by this poem, I must emphasize that my freedom of speech is protected by law.

"Russian Lover" by Ando C, written on  6-5-2013

Может я хочу сделать признание? Я освещение свечи для вас и I. Я молюсь о воскрешении любви и все вещи, которые мы потеряли в результате пожара.

I can draw inspiration from a thousand galaxies worth of sorrow
But oh darling, can you feel me now?
Oh darling, do you understand me now?
Blood concentrates within my knees for the timeless prayers I made for us

I pray for our restoration and through hope I channel the birthplace of love
But oh darling, can you finally forgive me now?
Oh darling, do you understand the importance of redemption now?
A hemorrhage pool from my knees, tired arms like Moses, unanswered prayers

I mourn for you like how an infant mourns for its mother's breast
I need you around like a fish that has its gills gasping
But oh darling, can you accept this now?
Oh darling, must you be so unforgiving, cold and defensive now?
(No nourishment, no air, no hope - for us)
It's pestilential the way I can't move on

The misery of our abolition feels as if the acid from the rain melts my bones
I shall gaze upon a rainbow with antipathy
If only we had the gift of telepathy
Then all wrongs could be made whole
Dwelling in the paranormal
Clinging onto nothingness
Falling from the mountaintop
Radio silence

Casualties of life
They say that misery loves company
But do they understand?
Can they feel the void?
Empathy does
Despair is a demon like radioactive poisoning from Chernobyl
But oh darling, are my intentions a bitter pill to swallow?
Oh darling, do you see my compassion now?
Take another pill for health, stability and love

Our destiny forever disdained
Bathe in emotion
Our paths bridged once again only to bring us cardinal misery
Only an infant horse with broken legs can understand the weight of my sorrow
If a fragmented heart is truly fragmented, then why does it still feel pain?
Is it sinful to question destiny?
But oh darling, was it necessary for you to walk away?
Oh darling, do you really curse my name?
Within the deepest macrocosm of my mind, a choir hymns a triumphant melody
They chant your name, "Russian girl, Russian lover"
Such a sweet and radiant sound and it feels like forgiveness
An angel gently took me by the hand and showed me that I must move on

Я простить вас. Я всегда будет вас не хватать.

"Condemned"

"Condemned" by Ando C, written in April of 2013

On the front-lines of life

He sees the hatred behind their eyes

A memory that haunts him

It's easy to say, "Let go."

Eyes reveal the truth of cowardly lips

Distress invades due to the hatred behind their eyes

Norms are illusionary

Gold standard full of rust

Why doesn't he fit in?

Why fit in?

Karma and a test are irrelevant 

He says, "Fuck karma."

He says, "Fuck this test."

Organs scarring on the front-lines of life

Obtaining redemption is not an easy task

However, a second chance is as sweet as nectar

Some friendships were just not meant to last

Warrior cry on the front-lines of life

As he feels the nuclear heat behind the hatred of their eyes

Happy Hump Day! "Cascade" by Ando C

Here's my first explicit sensual poem. I wrote it about 2 months ago and finally edited it. Here's the final version.

"Cascade" by Ando C

Common now give it to me

Don't be shy

You know what I need

That hot flesh you're hiding

My gaze on you is not lying

Can we cascade?

Let us end this charade

Fusion of our flesh tonight

Common now give it to me

Can we cascade?

Sweet and merciless horny

Squeeze your thigh and solve your insecurities

Electric penetration

Can we cascade?

Now the time has come for us to end our charade

Hump until we cascade 

Common now give it to me