Monthly Archives: March 2022
You are the sea, you are the sky…
Gang and Nile. Ганг и Нил. Neil and Noah.

We are here and there,
We belong to nature.
We are here do be safe.
Do not ruin our future.
All creation is a myth,
All the Dogma is forever,
WE have written it by men.
That is for our children.
We believe, that every day,
Will be better, than it used to.
But the force is up.
Right from above.
Ans it’s not about star wars.
We have so many weapons,
So that we are here to decide,
Either kill all living creatures.
Or be dead as Gods great Plan.

You are the sea, you are the sky…
To my Mommy…
My mummy is my closest friend,
Through all the struggles…
She stands forever in my arms…
For me, for sis, for her own mom.
She makes me laugh, she makes me cry
She does whatever needed for us
Today I say again,
I love you Mommy.
And I always will.

Сказать сегодня нечего
Остались раны, как после большого града,
Когда все листья на клену опали,
Мне надоело многое – тут мне никто не скажет,
Что изобрел я свой велосипед.
Все, что хочу – имею,
Все, что имею – не хочу…
Так говорят простые люди,
И грешен – тоже так твердил…
Но жизнь сама распутает все сети,
Когда займешься делом ты своим,
Не надо ничего ни говорить, ни слушать,
Лишь стоит попросить,
У друга, у жены, у Бога,
О том, что хочешь приобресть…
Я не люблю ни алчность, ни други пороки,
Однако ж, не сужу я строго,
Тех, кого этот бес поработил…
Я всех простил, молил я Бога,
Чтобы отец и мать были в достатке,
Были смелы, отважны,
Были здоровы и прекрасны…
Простить себя не сложно,
Чужих людей вообще не стоит ничего простить…
А вот семья другое дело…
Это тяжелая работа, как на поле боя…
И убедить всех старших невозможно,
Что стоит думать о здоровье,
А не любимой выполнять каприз…
Но, если быть предельно честным,
Я лишь хочу, чтобы моя семья – болела меньше,
Чтобы была у них особая уютная квартира….
Все, хватит…
Исписал себя. Я еду на автобусе…
На море…

Do you wanna fag?

If you wan't to smoke Peacefully with mates Pipe of peace Try to heal your thoughts And go to heaven Or nirvana You need three things A mate, a pipe, and will to listen Here we are On sunny beach Or river Smoking our fag Or whatever does this role We may talk We may stay still We may be teaching Or become a friend To the person That is smoking with you It's an old tradition Of a men at war Now, we can skip the negative And find the positive For us Who are in love Who are best friends Or some of them Who cannot stand each other Everything may be solved Just a talk And peace.
We walk

We walk through the sunshine
We speak about love
We drink only Cola
And miss our friends
We are very honest
It helps and makes sense
We sit on a pavement
And kisses are tense
I am truly happy
I’ve found a good friend
Moreover, a lady
Who loves and who cares.
Thanks
Thank you
I did it myself
I am not well known, but hope it will change
A poem by Yoha Volach
In a hidden crevice between the cliffs
A doe is drinking water
What of me and her&
Those are but the cliffs of my heart
That is but the spring of my life
These are but all that is concealed
A doe
What of me and her?
But my love.

My heart is full
I’ve had a lady
Many years ago
I’ve loved her since
But I have let her go
I still remember
Those eyes, those lips
My heart is full
And now I can assume
That she was very cool
She was exceptional
Should we meet again?
To share our stories?
To make a kiss?
To bring old friends?
To make fresh start?
It is at least a dream
At most, it may fulfill…

Some lines
Hi there, I have some kind of a mood, that makes me want to write again. Happily, I won’t manage to write a lot:) But I like these lines, they are honest. I haven’t been posting for quite a time. I just didn’t have time mostly. The main reason, for sure, was that I had some drafts that were bad. I have deleted them right away. Maybe, I didn’t have something clear and truthful to say. Now I have. Please, make some comments guys. I really need some feedback. I don’t have a lot of subscribers, I am not ready to connect this blog to facebook or twitter. I am not really sure, whether someone else apart from me needs these thoughts and “poems” written here. I am not anonymous here, but I can clearly see that my blog doesn’t really attract readers. I can’t say, that I am sad about that. I understand, that my blog is about me and for me – posts I make here happen during different periods of my struggles with mental disorder. It can be disturbing and hard to read all I have posted here. By the way, at the moment I am feeling fine and stable. For the past 2 years I didn’t have any major problems with my illness. I live a quiet life, I try to do things, that can distract me and help avoiding from falling into psychosis. I try to do my own part and enjoy my life as it is. I try to love myself. I love all those around me. Thank you, dear all!
Today I speak a bit more freely
I hear more truth that’s very healing
I know that my opinion matters
When somebody is going backwards.
Someday I’ll see this come to end
But I would surely have a friend
No matter where, no matter how
I will keep fighting till I drown.
Thanks