Poem Alexei Muravsky Poem Alexei Muravsky

My Vice, a V(i)se

Pain and pleasure is what my writing’s made to measure…

Pain and pleasure is what my writing’s made to measure.

My addiction doesn’t show symptoms of the drought of bottles,

savings lost, crushed needles underfoot, or memory loss.

It is present in one, at the same time, infinite choice:

Nature’s oxeye daisy of blessed, cursed, blessed, cursed,

me with untold selection, this double edged sword,

that I will either conquer with or am due to bleed out from.

Remember when I first copped from the Wu,

many years back from their Ben & Jerry operation;

 

“French-vanilla, butter-pecan, chocolate deluxe,

even caramel sundaes were scooped up.”

 

Roman columns or Brooklyn beams?

With either climb they reach, lead up too,

a splendid spill, sweet smell, crescent swell.

A cyclone pulling me closer,

travelling in circles, continuous cycles.

A vice encouraged, learned,

to only be trapped,

held in v(i)se.

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Honestly, it’s the Best Policy

I kick chicks the truth, they enjoy our footy match…

I kick chicks the truth, they enjoy our footy match,

Used to being played they’re surprised from the absence of lies,

Yet they still ask for proof, afraid of a catch twenty-two cache.

Got no time to do so, to spin half-truths, keep kites a flight,

I have no reason to lie; my game lies in the straight and narrow,

You see me skilled at my work? I will serve before Queens;

Not before girls fronting, still officiating in low ranks, has beens.

Wouldn’t have the patience to stay in a facetious relationship,

Just for the sex… shit, I got nymphomaniacs for that, ladies that live for it.

 

Looking to build an empire, founded over trust, respect, and time.

Sweetheart, place ten percent of yours into mine,

See a one thousand percent return on investment, for a dime,

Le Roi, royalty represented by a King, a high reward for low risk,

Bernie Madoff numbers, over one hundred back, but this ain’t no con,

A convict that repented – truthfully, exactly what a thief would say,

A patient wolf lurking, waiting to steal your heart, a real garçon.

 

No wonder girls are cautious when I speak, from vocab I can afford,

Seek to retreat from a diversity, economic volatility in words,

A volcano rising, from a change in mood, tone of voice,

Swoons some, puts the more experienced on guard of choice,

No pump fakes or cross overs will ever make this woman break,

Will just have to put on a record, slip waist to waist, nothing to waste,

Start to dance, set a trap, entrance, eye to eye, romance.

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Dumb, Deaf, and Blind

I fall deep into meditation, I…

I fall deep into meditation, I

sit back, reflecting on situations,

my reflections in heavy rotation.

 

Nail my door to its border,

rip up the floorboards, roots

and all, reaching for the wires,

disconnecting the electricity

connecting me to the World

Wide Web, caught in this net.

 

Plaster the windows with news,

papers, to calm the thoughts

racing through my head.

 

They’re coming out my mouth,

ears, and eyes, said,

heard and saw, now dumb,

deaf, and blind.

 

Ironic how

silence and darkness

illuminated new revelations.

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Turn Cold

Grab it, that good habit, like it’s your last one…

Grab it, that good habit, like it’s your last one.

Drop the bad ones like they’re hot, turn cold.

Run with the good like a rabid rabbit runs,

back to back on track to a healthy habitat.

Home free under your own control, before

the beat of your heart flatlines, stat.

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Ball

I’ll continue to write ballads, until I see ballerinas…

I’ll continue to write ballads, until I see ballerinas,

ballerinos, play together under my story’s umbrella.

Even then, I won’t stop after ballet, continue to see

my name on the ballot, keep the crowd on the balls

of their feet, stabilizing their ecstasy like a ship’s ballast.

The ball’s projected to be ballistic, rocking the ballroom

with the gravity of the written fallen out of God’s graces,

onto the blank page, turned verbal, faces pasted.

 

So let it be written. So let it be done.

 

As long as this ballpoint stays connected to this page, your pages,

I’ll stay out of the pen, stay balling, no basketball, straight to your

veins, an oddball intent on rising selling you speedballs.

Eyeing eyeballs following this movement, surrounding,

trying to circle, this circle of influence I created, degrading

the work I bring you that I brought up from the ground up,

stepping on the snowballs I get you hooked on, on the daily.

 

Calling Blue Magic, Red, not understanding the brand’s reputation,

lowballing packaged product, playing hardball with this hustle.

But any fastballs or curveballs coming my way will

be batted out the ballpark, changeup on one and all,

dap them up with palmballs, be put on commission.

 

A cabal could never colour me silent.

To be blackballed into remaining verbally blueballed,

would be the first sign of my death.

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Righteous

Show me a righteous man living in a wooded…

Show me a righteous man living in a wooded,

secluded habitat bereft of worldly temptation.

He doesn’t compare to one shackled and locked

down in a grim city of sin, held amongst corruption.

For the righteous one only had the right choice,

the latter was handed a hand mixed by the Devil.

The evils exist, a constant battle within oneself,

can’t front, one keeps one’s own consciousness.

Others lose it to substances, people, the choices

they end up making, ending permanently faded.

Walking through this metropolis of darkness, I

police my whims, seeking the good in humans.

 

“And I will strike down upon thee

with great vengeance and furious

anger those who would attempt to

poison and destroy my brothers.”

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Loyalty

He washed his hands of blood in the rain…

He washed his hands of blood in the rain,

The pain he inflicted paints his body red,

Katana dripping dead, he maintains sane,

His loyalty will be his bane, rolling heads

Abound, fifty bodies christen the ground,

They came after him and his, family bound

To protect, kill all in kind, to simply hound.

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Sonder

Sometimes I wonder about sonder…

Sometimes I wonder about sonder,

How everyone’s story is complicated,

Satiated within a vivid & complex web,

From bed to world, world to bed again,

Days are replete with obscure sorrows,

Time borrowed, loaned, given to us Men,

Women, worried ‘bout where to invest it in.

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Tailor

Writers weave the right words for readers…

Writers weave the right words for readers,

Stringing them all along sentence necklaces,

Pen a kiss, laces the neck, writing marked,

Caresses the mark, dressing the story, it wears

Options where you didn’t know you wanted to go.

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Chasm Due to Cyn

Don’t let cynicism sink you…

Don’t let cynicism sink you.

Let it be a sin to distrust, rather

find, build relationships within

foundations found beyond the

bound of upper crust. Arm in

arm entwined in kind, unbind.

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Amused

Not looking to amuse, call…

Not looking to amuse, call,

Or use, stay used, amused,

Done searching for it all.

Making space for my muse,

To push me more, honed

Past comfort zones, a core,

Edges I’ve never felt before.

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Physics

We’d mathematically combine…

We’d mathematically combine,

Tip to tail aligned, reverse incline:

Added, creating new ven vectors,

Subtracted, decreasing the angles

Between us, leaving no space unused,

Acted arm in arm as sectors, versions

Multiplied, maximizing magnitudes,

Divided, stretching in all directions,

Physics calculated physical attitudes.

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Sting

I got stung with interest…

I got stung with interest,

Left swollen & stunned, so

I guess you could call it…

Interesting.

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Fuel

Fill my arteries with Hip-Hop and Punk Rock…

Fill my arteries with Hip-Hop and Punk Rock,

Pull a main line out this record box, plug it into

My veins, send em coursing toward my brain, beats

Echoing throughout my body, sounds rebounding,

Around organs & bones like Top Shotta rounds.

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Sleeves Rolled Up

Wearing my heart on my sleeve…

Wearing my heart on my sleeve

Isn’t conducive to conceiving

Babies, or maybe be on this eve,

Slipping in slippery seduction,

Increasing her rate of breathing.

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Influence

What came first?…

What came first?

Life or art? Game

mirrors reflecting

the same parts.

Flattering flutes

flame up fame,

an invitation to

imitate, influence

each other’s

continuation.

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Thought

Deep thinkers stay silent…

Deep thinkers stay silent,

shallow speech lets loose

lips flip, flop, on thoughts.

Releasing secrets once kept

caught, price bought brought

down to sunken shipwreck depth.

 

No one could fathom the degree

to which this created a chasm,

Consequences Challenger deep.

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Flash

Feet are planted ten tales deep…

Feet are planted ten tales deep,

in this twin city, jobs two many

to stay, maintain, keep. Brothers

are able, swing on cane, sweep

gnats with gats, eating Big Macs

to see their order due. Shoe in on

the come up, see, casing the drop.

Chaos flames up like the fire within

that enabled their drive to stay alive.

Right before they reach their peak,

three peepholes leak light, locks lift.

Blood of body encrusted on the

sheets, wrapped up in the carpet. Feds

never solved it. Story found its tail end,

a road’s last bend. A flashy life that hit…

and panned.

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Catching Up

How’ve you been Brother?…

How’ve you been Brother?

 

         Shit… been following the alphabet,

 

B to the G’s, seen stayin’ alive.

 

Coping mechanisms help maneuver

the stress, depressed past paths,

and anxious future ventures.

 

Some instant, yet dangerous:

choppin’ chicks, and darts.

 

Now, cutting out the fake, insidious,

temptations and influences.

 

Moving toward a healthy state

of mind, a fulfilled life.

 

Glad to hear it, stay in line God,

one day you’ll be remembered,

defined, divine.

 

One love, peace.

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Ignited

He sparked his lighter…

He sparked his lighter,

it ignited, illuminated

his face on this foggy

gloomy night, sending

clouds up, slip pacing

shadows across grimace,

obscuring his eye sight,

setting the cogs in his

brain moving alight, the

superficial visual closed

for business, mind’s eye

open, busy with his bliss.

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