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​Mercy inspired by my stupid life and Brother by Kodaline, Hey Brother! Avicii and Brother Mine poem for Full Metal Alchemist

To adopt two siblings and win their trust, 

An agonizingly painful journey was a must, 

There was nothing I wouldn’t do, 

To gain new students like those two. 

She was a girl who came to know me for my worst, 

Her brother came to her aid, but also nearly lost. 

What was I supposed to do with such a slave? 

Rape and whip them to make them behave? 

I was in a long distance relationship with a girl I was loyal to,  

And to me her love rang True. 

Real friends are a rare, expensive, precious gift, 

So to rescue mine from despair I had to be swift.  

But the siblings were full of hatred,  

If nothing was done, our bonds would be vanquished. 

I wasn’t their parent or servant or lover, 

I could only be a brother, not sister, not mother! 

As dark clouds gathered, I could tell, 

Maybe this story wouldn’t end well.
I could have the brats as brother and sister or not at all, 

I have long since deeply regretted answering their call. 

 

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Crucifixion

“When they crucified him, he saw her lips smile. 

She approached the cross to talk to him awhile. 

“You raped someone little and innocent like me!” 

“How sick and twisted can you be?” 

“I am sorry, I meant no harm,” he coughed blood on his chin. 

The girl who fell for him said: “It’s all good that you are mean.” 

“I love you even though we are practically kin. 

“When I decide to see you, I will go online,” 

“From the cross, use the Internet it’s fine!” 

“Until we marry and have children one day, 

Just, please remain on the cross, stay away!” 

“You can control me in the virtual world, 

While you stay on a cross as did the Lord!” 

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That happened with Chesha

It's not my fault! 

I raped that girl!

She was laying in the bushes naked and asleep,

So I gave it to her fucking deep!

Tears streaming from her eyes,

She pleads and she cries.

"Marry me today!" for she is too ravaged to hate.

'But I can't!" the stranger says cooly.

"You kick and you bite!"

"Not very ladylike!"

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Nicole

She took a risk by associating with me,

Now we only wonder how this can be?

I almost took her by force, 

Perhaps, it can’t be worse.

Ha-ha-ha-ha, her pixels were helplessly tied up and completely naked,

“Fuck off!” she later said to me, I almost took something rather sacred.

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The next day, she told me I should listen,

I did not resist her image’s dreamy vision!

She was in trouble and I took all advantage,    

I hope time can perhaps erase the damage.

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I will wait for her to ask me if I want sexy fun, 

You know you are always welcome to it, hon!

I can change, try to become a better man,

But nothing can transform what I am.

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Brother

If thee cry my dearest brother,

I will wipe away thine tears, 

Praise the Lord

Who gave thee to me!

 

Thank our mother, our father,

Thank grandparents for giving to me a most precious gift,

The two of us are forever destined to fight, but still I… 

…I love and want to protect thee.

 

All of my life, a loyal dog and a bully and a lying scumbag I may have been,

But remember all my small kindnesses to thee,

And remember the good times and don’t despise me

For what I have done – and for wiping awayr tears when you cried!

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The Game

Do you have the eye of the tiger and an iron will?

Can you bet everything you are on a fighting skill?

Ever played a game with skyscraper stakes?

Have you ever driven a car with no breaks?

 

Do you live and breathe dreams and secret desires?

Would you fight for prize money when rent expires?

Hurt, discomfort, humiliation are just a part of a cruel game!

Shedding blood, sweat and tears - absolutely why you came!

 

Can you thrive on other people’s pain?

Will their suffering be your moral gain?

Are you masochistic enough to take an evil, nasty, terrifying beating?

Can you keep on fighting as your opponent is on his knees pleading?

 

If it hurts and sucks, but you are learning and being patient,

You will learn to distinguish between opposite and adjacent.

It’s applied mathematics, physics, anatomy, so focus and never look back!

Be calm and composed as your opponent is almost dying of a heart attack!

 

Better than drugs, more addictive than alcohol or smoking!

Have all the losers and bitches in the neighborhood talking!

Kick ass! Mix it up with those who likes it dry and rough!

Get your name out there as one who is strong and tough!

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A lover's soul

So what if you don’t know me,

So what if we used to be friends,

Still I want you as a woman,

And you want me for a man.

Innocent children we are no more,

A thousand miles away from birth-home,

Am I the last person on Earth you would want to be with,

Or are you to skinny to bear my kids?

 

Am I just a French bulldog to you, 

Is my humanity only half-true?

Am I a criminal mind deserving only the wrath, 

And have I forever strayed from one true path?

 

You know me, but do I know you?

We have had fun, but is that all?

Through pain and pleasure I pay a fair price

For your smile and your body, both divine!

 

Five years or seven have flown by, 

If you don’t like me, don’t ask me to try,

If you don’t want me, don’t put me in pain,

If you want pleasure, just speak my name!

 

I will love you for you,

The living and breathing whatever you are,

A reflection of me, so different and so far,

So easy to get, just costs years of regret.

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Forgiving Fear

The coldest, harshest winter and the cruelly sun-blazing summer,

Both make heart pump young blood through bulging veins faster.

If at times you know neither joy nor sadness, but something they produce,

Then you sure know how to handle business, and deal with a deadly curse.

 

Can you forgive suffering heart-break and hurt?

Can you fly above infinite pain and fear naught? 

Does a rainy day spirit away your tears?

Can you be stronger than all your fears?

 

What makes a real person be truly happy?

Is all he needs just a little, healthy puppy?

Can you understand and befriend your enemies?

Will you rise far above your own vicious fallacies?

 

Fear turns to aggression, violence turns to love,

Don’t worry and let your feelings fly like a dove.

Seasons may change, autumn to winter, winter to spring,

Summer to autumn, be happy for what future may bring.

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Pain

Pain deep inside, 

Keeping me alive, 

Golden glow in my eyes,

Only he lives who tries!

 

So innocent and free,

Experience the liberty,

Of flying and stinging like a bee,

And never needing pity.

 

I crave their broken wings, 

I consume them all,

The poor little things, 

It’s me that the wild does call.

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Love or Friendship

Can you give away your heart without pain and fears?

Can you lust after someone who brings you to tears?

Can you be true to a friend who doesn’t let you feel?

If you yourself aren’t real, can you somehow heal?

 

A friend you do not love is no friend at all

A love you don’t consume is a sad joke for all.

Sticky labels, tags, names, classifications,

Being human is not a picnic nor an easy vacation!

 

A reality or a long-distance comedy,

A lot of wet dreams conclude a tragedy?

An honest and true game giving way to madness,

No need to explain why it leads to sadness.

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Dear Father

Dear Father, pray, tell me, what do you care for the most?

Your sons, our dear mother, or omelet with buttery toast?

Dad, why do you embrace your elder son so,

Calling him sweet names, and then letting go…

 

Working all day, for at times, meager pay,

Lodging and board you buy for every day,

You went through every length,
You’ve always had the strength.

 

Teach me, Daddy, I want to be a champion,

Is that so different from a run-away stallion?

I know you are tired, sickly and old,

But in my eyes, you’re no less bold.

I’ll train and work hard and I’ll try not to disappoint, 

I will shed blood, sweat and tears to make my point.

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Mother

Time flies, and I have grown old and bored,

Meaning shaving often and unemployed…

However, to my parents I am still too young!

I don’t remember their birthdays… When Dad sends me e-mails I rarely answer… When Mom wants attention, I don’t do more than my fair share of chores… I love them, I do, but…

Tell me, Mother, do you like my shoulders and long legs? 

Tell me, Father, are you so afraid of me that you won’t teach me to really-really fight for real?

Do you both really want me to leave home and succeed on my own?

I don’t want to leave the nest even though I can fly…

 

A long time ago I wasn’t a part of the grown-up world!

My parents bought me toy robots and soldiers,

Taught me how to read, count and play chess

Clothed me, fed me and quartered me. ..

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My Craft

The writer crafted magic, but the people ignored him, 

The author grew angry, but the people grew silly,

Forgetting civility, howling from the injustice,

The writer picked up a big gun and pulled the trigger.

Not as a vision from Heaven, but as a demon from Hell, 

Author raced across the World,

To show himself to the people in dreams at night.

Fiercely did he torture them,

But he doesn't want money:

Only by reading his creation,

Will they get their night's sleep back.

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My Kids

Fast enough to kill,

But not strong enough to cry, 

I am on my own,

A loser once again.

 

I wanted a future of brilliant colors,

The rainbow reflecting in children’s eyes,

But as the light that’s inside me dies,

I’m once again a victim of your lies.

 

Bring me what I want,

Give me what I need,

I am waiting for the end,

No need to be scared of me.

 

I am begging please,
You are everything I need,

I’ll sing you a lullaby and cry you to sleep,

You are everything… I want.

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Dedicated to cats and mice.

1 The mice were angry, distraught, ashamed,

2 Someone’s actions brought why he would be blamed.

3 The cat did not know what to do,

4 Caught between mice and other animals, too!

5 At a humane place, where, like cocks, all kinds of animal strays,

6 Never pitted against each other except on weekdays.

7 When a little male mouse wept for its brother in public,

8 The cat looked, shed a tear and saw a darling.

9 The mice then publicly shamed the cat,

10 Demanding it get out of its apartment for being bad!

11 Then considering the situation, rather than cry, mice invited him to dinner instead.

12 Through smiles and half truths they’d poison a meal,

13 Breaking the laws of hospitality, to sweeten the deal!

14 The fang and claw bearer went to explain:

15 “Although a predator, I share in your shame!

16 For other predators I too was just a prey, and I was starving at death’s door,

17 When the mouse crossed my path and said: it’s not right for you to survive anymore!

18 But now by publicly shaming me you have revived the mouse and cleared my debt.”

19 “We’ll domesticate you, beast, and you will marry the little mouse and forever eat KittyKat!”

20 The cat laughed, for he was not a mouse,

21 Even though he had never been down another’s blouse.

22 “You are sweet and innocent,” he told the mouse that shamed him,

23 “Please be my friend,” for he knew not, why the mouse blamed him.

24 “I am not a mouse, I am a Wolf!” the little mouse cried.

25 “I won’t eat you and I don’t expect you to be my maid!”The cat replied.

26 The mouse had never been to the humane place,

27 So he held illusions predator did not care to erase.

28 Cock fighting was a habit,

29 So he made it clear he was no rabbit.

30 That was all he would say of that however,

31 But the mice thought he couldn’t say no, not in ten years, not ever!

32 As the grey whiskers now grew prevalent in his coat and tail,

33 Only his sharp claws and fangs told another tale.

34 Making excuses for mice when they acted wicked,

35 Surprised how they believed they thought he was just a trinket.

36 The mouse, that pretended to be his friend,

37 Became a traitor in the end.

38 To know the story’s moral is a must:

39 When mice that try to be a wolves and eat other mice betray a cat’s trust,

40 It is not enough to force ruthless brutality,

41 You should feed your inner need for beastiality!

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Dedicated to Hanna, Arianna Morozov and Grisha Morozov

I’ve tried to get them to leave me alone,

But they insist that for my carnal knowledge I must atone.

My fiesty willing slaves will be great in bed,

Earning forgiveness for grave sins against my head.

When they misbehave I will whip their hides raw,

Such is *my* misfortune of the draw!

On the mat they’ll try their be

st to kick my arse,

Best of luck attempting the faux pas!

Their privacy will no longer exist,

If I make them all wear collars, it’s not sexist.

Hanna may be more than a little... a little dark,

But she’ll produce mulattos with an intellectual spark!

When I say “open” they’ll open their mouths,

Kneeling, even though wary and couth.