I am running from realiity I am running from myself Is it life in it’s mortality? Or, am I losing sense? I believe that I am needed Or I need to feel like that I see people through the face of abnormality I don’t need to ask about a given tense This is my own sort of parity With those who can make a mess.
Feeling grateful Feeling calm No events But that is fine I have laptop I have time I am educated I’m not blind Times are full of trouble They are undefined All my problems seem to vanish When I see the news Now I understand That I don’t want to die I will happen When it’s time But I’ll try to help myself To survive Fight my inner demons Fight them full of pride I am sort of an example Of a ruined life But I try my best To keep it fine.
I close my inner world
To thoughts that are so vibrant
My universe is small, but full
I change the rules of being truthful
And lie myself of losing problems
That happen all the time
I’m sitting on a pavement
A pavement that is grey
It’s very like my mood
How come I am so stupid
That I can’t change my life
Pathology is there to set the tide
To make my matters worse
I’ve never had a wife and child
That makes my being so unusual
If only I could make my spare time
To work on healing my deluded mind
Someday it may become reality
For now, though, only option
Is hidden pain in big varieties.
I love you Catherine, still
While I am away
While you are everywhere
Where I can see the light
The light of happiness and love
True story, I am not a fool
Who is to blame for never-ending passion
For you, a lady of my dreams
That never will become my girl
My wife and mother of my children
You are an angel for me from above
Thus, I will pray to just remember
Your face, your smile and all your heart
I understand, that we cannot pretend
That something sparkled right between us
It was a dream, my goal – I didn’t pass
But I believe, that we have been
Like friends – a future doctor and an elder patient
Who are in love.
I'd love to see my path as happy And it for sure is somewhat likely to be called As happy with a bunch of troubles But narrow it is not - it's made of different cards I have my loving family of ladies I have my strong and pretty mom I have my all - my teenage sister And wisest granny is with us We are quite poor - but it is not a trouble We have strong bond and hold each other When someone suffers - we are there to help When it is time to laugh or smile We do it up to tears full of cries We love each other I am a richest person in the world When I see all my ladies smiling When I have them near me When I can also give them helping hand.
I am not destined to suffer I am here to recover I believe that I can receive I love to help and give. There is something in my mind That I cannot change Though I can forever find That I’m here for you, my dear friend. A mistake is not a problem If you are honest and say sorry It is worse by a mile When you pretend and lie without worry.
We live with different fears
Sometimes it kills our future
I want to disappear someday
And start from scratch
Begin a journey without knowledge
Once I was full of hope
I have been young and stupid
Now I am like a tree
That has no leaves
I do have roots and rigid body
But life is not about trees
It is about journey
That once has started
And may be full of dignity
Or may be full of shame
Or both belong the same
To us at our body
I love to hear the nature
I love to be more silent
I hate to cry
I try to help
Those falling down
And give my friendship
To live in peace
With my own head and soul
For they are my identity
That I can use
For good or bad.
Contact with nature,
Work with the body.
Flee from your madness.
And try to get studied.
Listen to voices…
Of birds, or your buddies.
Newer reflect of the days,
That have passed.
Live now and here.
Give me five.
As farewell to the party.
Arch of Triumph
“We were eighteen and had begun to love life and the world; and we had to shoot it to pieces. The first bomb, the first explosion, burst in our hearts. We are cut off from activity, from striving, from progress. We believe in such things no longer, we believe in the war.”
Erich maria remarque.
We live inside our inner trobles.
We try to deal with inner fears.
We lie, we speak the truth…
Whatewer…
I’ve seen the Sun today…
I have seen rainy shadows,
I’ve seen the rainbow,
Full of colours…
I am now dealing with my soul,
I do pretend sometimes…
That I am an actor,
Or speaker…
I do it…
Then i suffer…
Because my stage is here.
On this white page.
I write this verse…
It’s bleak and stressfull.
But…
I wan’t it to be less routine.
I’m melanchlolic now.
But someday…
I will be optimistic man.
I am a child.
With some creations.
I am a man of word.
I never promise,
If I cannot resolve,
The given word.
So…
Be safe and truly happy.
Be kind and do no harm.
Be loved and love your body.
Be strong.
And never stay in pain again.
When I refer to some creations,
I do believe in power…
That is obsolete.
I have been seeing for moment.
And have gone back to body,
To repeat…
My journey.
Like friend and relative…
My journey on this planet.
Like brother and my grannies pal.
Stay safe and never be exhausted.
Sometimes we do not give a shit.
But, when the time comes.
You’ll see slim shady,
That may forever…
Change your life.
07/26/2022
I listen to this song,
I feel the rhythm.
I fell the soul…
I see them singing.
I see the pain,
I see the love.
I see the poor,
No money…
But the song,
Is not about money,
It is about love…
Embodied in their choir.
I comprehend the style.
I do adore their smiles.
This music is eternal.
So is their voice.
Nobody can win the culture.
Whatever is the cause,
Pure talent keeps us strong.
And music has no language…
Music has no gender.
Music is made for defending,
From all our broken hearts.
poetry for self-relief 