Эликсир веры.

Верение, мой эликсир.

Он держится в эзотерическом сознании,

Прости мой друг, но шатко есть и будет осознание,

Того, что Бог владеет сердцем в нас,

Тебе дерзаю я признание, что жизнь без бога проще, чем без вас,

Вот в чём отличие лобзанья,

По скрижалям молитв, что только злит,

Уже не важно исповеди тайное свиданье,

Ты знаешь, что Господь в тебе убит.

05.11.2005 Мир Тазов.




Я думаю о завтра. Впрочем это лишь идеи. Стоит ли их тратить на сон грядущий?

Да. Человек без мечты. Он не живёт. Он лишь существует. Высок ли тот утёс? Стоит ли его вращать как руно? Нить все равно приведёт к истине. А она непременно и непреложно окажется наедине с вами. Всё стоит оценить. Стоит сомневаться. Стоит верить. Надеяться. Любить. И все само придёт. Терпение и улыбка. Бу!

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Размышления перед сном.

Я не бегу никогда поперед паровоза.
Но знаю одно. Нет во мне таланта и умений, чтобы врагом другому стать. Как и всегда я желаю мира добра всем нам. Людям и мирянам, солдатам и машинам. Таков итог сегодня.
Таковой и улов.
Я семена посею, чтобы подать за душу для себя. Любите себя и свою жизнь. Аминь.

Long read

I am here to express my thoughts and develop skills in writing poems. I am seeking for people, who might address some of the lines as something written about our common problems. I know, that we are all different in every way. That’s great! But my experience with mental illness had shown, that problems and fears are almost the same. Of course, diagnoses differ, they are of all sorts of behavioral and pathological problems. I have lived with my mental disorder for more that 10 years. It is a long run, believe it or not. Through this period of suffering, being delusional, depressed, being admitted to hospitals both in Latvia and the UK has been a massacre. I never self-harmed myself, but I had dozens of other problems, when illness stroke back. I could have died for a number of times during psychosis. I was completely delusional for about 2-4 months in a row. Once I’ve had it without being hospitalized. My mind and body worked without sleep, the information flowing through my brain was colossal. I remembered every person I have met, every name, etc… It felt, like your brain is using enormous amount of it’s resources. These episodes were absolutely disastrous for my family and friends. But I have to say, I’m lucky. Almost every family member and most of my friends did not leave me, quite the opposite, they have supported me since. I am forever thankful to this great people. They are, metaphorically speaking, angels from above. I would have been dead for sure now, if they wouldn’t have been around me. By the way, I have manifested, when I was 19, year 2008. The doctors said to my mommy, that I am not gonna get normal, all that could help me was my intellectual capability. After that I have been in hospital for three months and finally discharged. I have started thinking of what can I do next. I was young, full of ambitions and goals. I have recovered for a while. This was time to reorder my strengths and weaknesses and give it a bash. Thankfully, my illness is of an episodic nature, but these episodes are quite long. I’ve decided to go to university to become a professional translator and interpreter. And I have succeeded. After 5 years I’ve become a Bachelor. Constantly drinking medication, with enormous difficulties to wake up for a lecture or an exam. I have walked miles to and from university to home. Therefore I was fit as well. Afterwards, I was working in my homeland – Latvia as a translator. I have managed to work at home and translate a couple of books. This was hard, but very interesting and developing me as a professional. There were strict deadlines, and you had to be very accurate in the job of translating. Then I have moved to the UK. I’ve worked there at a warehouse and have been trying to find something suitable in interpretation. Then it kinda sucked me in. I have started feeling that something is wrong. Pressure was mounting and finished with my breakdown right at the warehouse. I have gone to hospital. And this is where I am getting back to poetry. I have started writing poems for all of sudden. Previously I only did some essays on a given topic in Russian. It was distracting me from other problems and I was happy, that I could express myself this way. I understand, it’s not perfect, not for everybody. English is not my mother tongue, it is also a barrier in making good poems from my perspective. Active vocabulary is gradually going down, as I don’t have native speaking friends. But I am doing my best. I write every line as sincerely, as possible. It helps me out. And I hope, somebody may like some of them.

See ya,


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The only thing I can think about is…

Зима сменяется летом...
Осень ветром и запахом... ладана...
Весна солнцем и ростками...
А мы бредем куда-то в путь.
Навстречу новому юдолю.
Осталось лишь чуток,
И мы куснем себя же в локоток.
Любите жизни своих близких.


We are here for reason, which is completely dependent on our thoughts, vision and expertise. I think that we need to stress the most important things. They are as loose as they are concrete. First of all, we have instincts. Then there is our material world. And lastly, we have culture made of souls and enormous struggles towards dreams. If you are able to stay harmonic and pleased – we have future. Or else?

Well. You are in charge there. Keep safe.

Мы неудачу запакуем в стоги сена…

Сестра дана не голубей считать. По зеркалам стреляя взглядом…

Я словно старой и немытою метлою,

Пытаюсь воскресить в себе права.

Что разум не работает на воле.

Что он нам даден для того…

Чтоб мы нашли свой путь в неволе.

Чтобы свой же ум не продавать с душою.

А видеть краски там,

Где их в помине нет.

Сестре мой пламенный привет.

Из замка на вершине. Никита шлёт свое скучаю.