ლიტერატურულ-შემეცნებითი სივრცე... / Literary-cognitive space...: 2017

Janri Gogeshvili

poetry _ / Quantum pulses/ J. G.

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And my angel

Thin grass pours joy,

And the orphan feels caress,

Find a friend, this is wonderful,

To realize loneliness is luck,

Light windows, behind black clouds,

Let's fly in good times...

Pathos entails playing with matrices,

To comprehend, learn a pale shadow...

Thin grass pours joy,

For her indifference is alien,

It feels universal impulses,

And my angel does not like banality...

J.G.

Alchemical maneuver...

Alienation is shrouded in evil gossip
in vague metaphors, love is born
in search inflame imagery and melody,

Chimera clothed with a spiritual mission.

In the Alchemical maneuver jingle Muse

At times, prudence in rhyme is mourning
Sometimes, and wisdom turns into a joke
a creative aspiration charges the aura.

J.G.

Create an air spurt

Loving desires have become fat,
Wings wilted from stupid dreams,
Suddenly the nun dreamed
On funeral music and a coffin ...

From friends there were memories,
The ideological was ridiculous and shy,
On the horizon, the Mirage warms up,
Birds are chasing the wind ...

Come to your senses cuties,

come to your senses,

Illusion is immortal!

But love passes,
In heaven, the dream is lost,
Create an air spurt ...

J.G.

face to face...

Amateur music is a false code ...

Poseur bakes philosophical "forms";

Plagiarism in time trouble, nothing to steal,

false objectivity seized power...

To squat and in soul to grunt,

Frightenedly babble: shame and disgrace...

It's indecent, learn to rejoice;

Only not as a lackey, only not as a slave ...

Open soul to learn new things,

Enough to be terrified, call for a turn!

If you are tired of appeals and slogans,

Just protest! face to face...

J.G.

Again and again ...

In a moment,
For a moment,
She was ripe,
Star "Initial"
Not of this light,
And at the same moment,
she disappeared,
With a powerful exhalation
evaporated ...
And no one noticed,
Nobody caught it,
What she was blooming ...
But after,
But after,
creative nature,
Only they dreamed about it;
worked diligently;
But, shape of an initial instant,

It was impossible to lure.
Although, however,
Beyond the Mind,
echo of a treasured exhalation,
Again and again livened up.

J.G.

Romance

humoresque

I love you and rather, basta!

There is no need to poison each other banal,

You won't come back; you like to be naughty,

And I'm not destined to persuade you...

When you remember, you can cry,

From loneliness, I also lose a tear,

I love you and rather, basta!

Everyone in his own way is sad and feasts…

J.G.

Dreams and Reality
all out of chaos

She suffers, the stars gossip,
The moon in the clouds, the sky flutter,
Defiant whisper, waves are jealous,

The breeze hint, passion pretends…

Loyalty and betrayal "are combined”
Dreams and reality are all from chaos,
In the dusty nests are reincarnated
Earthly ailments and riddles of space ...

J.G.

Sell; sell a piece of the brain!

Humoresque

Quantum physics is not a problem;

If the brain is a holographic thing,

Sell; sell a piece of the brain!

Wisdom already has no demand.

Sell; sell a piece of the brain!

Why do you need such giant?!

Insert bank chips, skill in business,

Improve your life, without a brain...

J.G.
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Boarding we take
creative thinking

The string winks and "rhymes" overboard,
On boarding, we take creative thinking,
Look for connections with quantum surprises,
Beyond the "mind" the fragrance is liberated ...

Geniuses are lost all of a sudden, behind cadres,

Some are remembered for the sake of the quiz,
Armed with aphorisms almost for nothing,
Do not die of boredom and disappointment ...

J.G.
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Take off your spacesuits

Splinters from a heavenly fog

Raging inside a rotting body,

Enchanted soul, deft tricks,
for evil dreams revenge us native planet.
Do not let a friend suffer from loneliness,
Near us, space nests are parked,
Take off your spacesuits,

Take off your spacesuits!
Couple, we leave archaic bodies...
A different player appeared in heaven,
On this planet, our song not over,
Tame a hurricane with a united eye,
Couple, we leave archaic bodies...

J.G
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Raging, inadequate immigrant

Trivial minds, growing appetite,

The raging, inadequate immigrant,

It's time to defuse the stupid arrogance,

Otherwise, civilization does not forgive us.

Billion reserves of neurons;

Lost Atlantis is also with us!

Not everyone is aware of the genetic call;

Yes, everyone is equal, but, different cultures.

J.G
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This is stated gravitational waves...
Humoresque

The human soul seeks refuge,

And in the sky a lot of lyrical labyrinths,

"The earth is round!" Aristotle recognized,

Adepts, again and again comprehended...

Hypotensive thoughts played in nature;

The beautiful Ladies were spinning and laughing;
Copernicus, Bruno, Galileo ventured:
"The whole world is spinning!" boldly explained.

Behind the sky frolic roving archetypes,
On the "flat earth" astronomers breed.
The creator of a 3D printer prints galaxies,
This is stated gravitational waves...

J.G
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The smoking fear

You were taught to be "decent and quiet"
But you rebelled and defended the "weak",
And then amateur intrigues interfered,
From “pals” survived the ragged tales ...

«An agnate" in the bustle, an agnate drowned,

And then suffered from flabbiness of will,
In doubt winked fuming fear,

With his childhood emigrated "knightly impulse"

J.G.
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Pictogram of love...

Pythagoreans,

Were anxious about to the numbers,

And the silent were from music,

You, in a low voice,

Play on the piano,

And the desire flies from the wilderness,

To accustom emotions to emotions,

That sounds interesting,

With pictograms of love

Vulnerability is rendered harmless,

Flowers kiss sweetly

And primitive,

In love letters rejoices

Human stubbornness...

J.G.
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The paradoxical gravitation ...
Humoresque

He didn't approve of her plaid color,

And sometimes heatedly he giggled,

Lady, all this, somehow amused;

The husband as if with her, and flirted.

... She has wanted to play the guitar;

The strange lady looked for adventures,

The husband became alarmed, lit a cigar,

He took a big loan from the bank.

She ran out without a hat from home,

Flashes of charmed men.

The husband "has revolted", has run in casino,

In color of her plaid he has put "credit".

Fate has managed; "beginner" has won,

As an experienced player swallowed brandy,

Although he did not approve of the taste of his wife,
In secret, he was captivated by the color of her plaid.

J.G.

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Auto-suggestion from a clean body...

Fragrance and desire,

The smell of a sweaty body...

She is attracted by flair

Savage from the cave oasis...

In the duel, he again won,

And again he proved that he is the leader.

Suddenly, inadvertently carried away,
With the fragrance of a sleeping baby.

He lovingly wanted,
Protect his mother;
Fragrance and desire,

Auto-suggestion from a clean body...

J.G. *

In soul nuclear energy is concealed!

Humoresque

At the wedding danced a lovely virgin,

The chest trembled, enticed someone,

Secret desires have found the addressee;

In affect the groom forgot about his career.

He was a scientist, knew Descartes's works,

Especially he studied Freud and Jung...

And sarcastically joked: I'm happy for you,

In the soul lurks nuclear energy!

He conducted trainings, received a grant;

How can a man curb naive passion…

But he had an alibi, at the subconscious level;

"In soul nuclear energy is concealed!"
J.G.
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Cold from hearts, the former friends

_From your lips, poison is a medicine!

Sings a bard, tactfully are hypocritical.

The flower hibernates on the wings of the wind,

The Quintessence of feelings and flew away!

Not the winter, but cold comes nearer,

Cold from hearts, the former friends,

_From your lips, poison is a medicine!

Smile-cliché _ the term "axiom."

J.G.

Thirst for contemplation...

Blind delight and exaltation,

Volition was accustomed to be protected.

We will not give; to reason will fall apart,

The thirst for contemplation fades...

Awake the forgetful people!

The self-awareness Foundation is sick...

God grant everyone a miracle insight;

As long as freedom has value...

J.G.

In soul prophetical tears are shed!

Love, treason, bitter tears,

The grief, without tears will artfully crush,

Tears are the guarantor of the resurrected joy,

For tears, to the bottom we will drain glasses!

Laughter with tears _ magic healer,

Tears of the mystic and the sharp gleam,

The tears creating marvelous masterpieces;

In soul prophetical tears are shed!

J.G.

You had the chance to be an "Outcast for the truth!"

Many are dying so far away and all of a sudden,

Friends do not have time to mourn decently.

You told me you'd die for freedom!

Homeland in trouble you never will throw.

But, you left the Motherland secretly, irresistibly,

In a foreign land, the "wolf pack" sheltered you,

You have changed image; competitors removed;

The pain for the homeland in "delight" has muffled.

Goodbye my friend, almost farewell,

Come round, don't run wild, remember ancestors!

Love the Motherland is not a whim and not a hobby;

You had the chance to be an "Outcast for the truth!"

J.G.
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The Man of the Parable...

Cry, you can for me and for you;

In melancholy is suffering wisdom,

To remember heart, that melody;

In dislike, suddenly lights up love.

The man-parable about the miracle

Of the fairy tale composes;

Tree therapy, and life smells of life,

Tortuous thoughts in a wandering field,

to arouse the dawn; poured watercolor...

J.G.

Cool, dying in absentia...

The death

Poke a calling card;

Collects tribute;

I philosophize...

I try to overcome fear,

It is time to meditate _

To pretend to be the dead;

Angel of energies

Presents me the loan!

The world is changing;

Cool, dying in absentia...

Immortal soul...

Too mysteriously;

The will is cynical

Shows obstinacy...

Nostalgia increases

On the earthly life.

J.G.

That scent...

Innocent girl,

Suddenly caressed

Fragrance bunch of acacia,

Intuitively sang and

Played a flirting scene...

And the boy who,

Loved all sorts of innovations,

All his life remembered,

That scent.

"Mystery video."

However, “innocent”,

About it, ibidem forgot.

J.G.
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With guesses do not deepen sadness

Mudflows, these aren't mortars,

But, they bring death, without a shot,

And, decrepit anger destroys the nerves,

Kills inspiration without limit;

Do not tease the past, do not tease!
With guesses do not deepen sadness,
Love of life is an invisible feat,

Take care of sweet memories you.

J.G.

From a suffering dream

“Pity”, “the burning”, a Love alphabet,

Inhales desire from a lonely dream...

"Love me!" An irritable scream;

Terrified, feared blindly and needlessly.

In rituals, spiritual echoes flash,

Symbols, our fates in the sins of DNA,

Mystics, burning aspiration, for an instant,

Ignite the darkness, but the "truth" eludes.

“Love me!” The order is sarcastic,

Not time, reasonably, logically think;

The hurricane is coming,

From a suffering dream;

There is always a need to row and row...

J.G.
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While there is time, open yourself!

To the lines rubs the lost soul,

As if asking to hide in a stanza,

Suddenly, a stray motive is recalled;
You don't recognize the desires of darkness.

I was an angel, and you didn't recognize…

Hints from somewhere free thought,

While there is time, open yourself!

Than to erect the pain in soul.

J.G.

Vulnerable love, longing...

Good afternoon! But that's not all;

You will not guess what fate promises,

Birds cheered singing,

An autumn, a lonely leaf...

Vulnerable love, longing,
The cirrus clouds were worried,
As if, to spite all harmony,

People were going to be at war.

And, around was full of resources:

For love, compassion and kindness,

But, it was easier for people to fight,

Than to understand the anxiety

Of an autumn, a lonely leaf...

J.G.

"Envy" grins near a bud

I behold a flower in the sky;

Bloom feelings in the world,

But this, my flower has long,

Boldly resides in my soul.

As if shining like a faithful beacon,

On verses changes sharpness;

"Envy" grins near a bud,

In search of tender compassion...

J.G.

From the wandering sky

Among the nonsense of the Old World, _

The melody sparkles from great excitement;

There the planet in a trance from the vagrant sky,

Here, someone in the essay dances and undresses...

The irony of simulation has long been known,

But, without mystification, we almost do not live,

Yes, it is difficult to comprehend our unreality,

We want to live, and try to decorate the illusion...

J.G.

But the truth is, bravely crawling!

"Don't lose interest... "

He often encouraged himself,

Continuously, even then,

When consciously resting,

never calmed down...

He was trying to learn more,

about human nature.

Inquisitive, though, tired...

But the truth is, bravely crawling!

J.G.

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Philosopher, unknowingly joking
/ Irony /

Philosophy and humor are akin;
Secretly complement each other,
Philosopher, unknowingly joking;
Boldly builds paradigms.
Us often are Follow by sadness;
Many, from vanished worlds
Could not, leave a legacy;
At least, the minimum touches.
J.G.

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