I am here for you…

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    По веревке иду, как канатоходец

    На запреты плюю в свой глубокий колодец

    В мире столько любви, я бегу за трамваем

    Остановка моя – у небесного рая.

    Не ценю я упрямства великую силу

    А живу, как хочу, наступая на вилы

    Стоит лишь дотянуться до правильной жилы

    Разорвать ее лично, чтобы с новым отливом…

    Видеть все по другому и без надрыва

    Состояние боли 

    При улыбчивой мине

    Бесконечное путешествие

    По серпантину.

    Нет конца, пока есть размышленье

    Нет меня, если нет сожаленья

    Нет желания без напряженья.

    Если я докачусь по дороге до дела

    То похоже пойму, для чего же я сделан.

  • Grey pavement

    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.

  • Поэтов много ли родилось? 

    Иду за одиночеством,

    Или оно идет за мной?

    Не понимаю свое творчество.

    Оно лишь просит – дай еще.

    Потом, лукаво улыбаясь,

    Садится жопою в говно…

    А дальше все вопросы типа,

    А для кого оно? 

    И тут иль не та тема,

    Иль содержание столь слабо.

    Или идея все ж таки не айс.

    Не докрутил, неикренне и чересчур правдиво…

    Да клал я на фидбек, если я сам почуствовал, что криво.

    И клал гораздо больше, когда родилось искреннее чтиво.

    Есть муза – напишу.

    Нет – всё сотру к хуям!

    Поэтов много ли родилось? 

    Не думаю…

    Да и поэт ли сам?

  • When I’m in love

    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.

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  • Будто никогда

    Живя и просто и неприхотливо,
    На бочке с порохом сидя,
    Не так уж плох мой срез извилин.
    Уж точно можно не винить себя.
    За то, что путь мой необычен,
    И видно из надзорного окна,
    Как в клеточку халаты на убийцах,
    Идут прогуливаться у пруда.
    А я сижу в этой палате,
    Уже недели три без сна,
    Курить можно четыре раза.
    А выйти будто никогда.
    Понять мне в миг так трудно,
    Что это сделает сильней меня.
    Я искуплю грехи своя,
    Я не надену униформу, 
    Больничного покроя никогда.
    Уроки, впрочем, не усвою я.
    Если чердак опять прорвет,
    То заберут в наручниках,
    Тупые два мента в скоряк.
    И я поеду, как в кортеже,
    В тот желтый дом на холм.
    И там мне снова станет трудно,
    Но также ясно, что я болен.
    И это мой кармический прием,
    В психушке повалятся вдоволь.
    Пока на место голова не встанет.
    А там, опять в свой теплый дом.
    
  • I’d love to see

    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 here to recover

    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.
    
  • Just wondering

    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.

  • I am recovering and hoping for better

    I’d like to write about my last episode of psychosis. It happened this spring. I have been hospitalized for 1,5 months. It all started to happen for me with growing anxiety and overall stress because of the war in Ukraine. I have many relatives in different parts of this country. We have started to communicate more since it began. I keep thinking about this madness. I keep thinking about the cruelty of war. In my opinion, it should stop as soon as possible. But, who am I to decide on whether it should stop or not. I only think that there is little hope for me to stop thinking about it even when it ends. I hope that I am wrong, but this hatred will not end. This suffering does not go along with what humanity should look like. Yes, we are apes, we have all kinds of instincts that can become dangerous, but we also have the intellect to make our life peaceful. We are here for a reason. Every person evolves during his lifetime. I am not an exception. I feel that I am getting older and wiser year after year. I understand that wars happen on a regular basis. Weapons are made to destroy whatever you may imagine. Still, when I think of them it makes me very stressed. I have lived a peaceful life, I do it today as well. Nobody is bombing me, I am not a soldier and never been in the army. Maybe this is why I can write about it. I need it to go somewhere. These are my emotions. I am getting better. I still need some time to recover. But it is what I have been through many times already. I will go on. I will recover. I will see my relatives and friends smile and enjoy my company. I really like people. We are so different, we are unique in our talents. I will never ever say that we are good or bad. If you can’t find a way to forgive a person’s mistake – you are a mistake. If you give someone too many chances – you are an even bigger mistake. But don’t get me wrong. Some people are real animals. And they are not somebody you should hang out with. I hope this text will give a small insight of who I am to those who read my poems and essays. Thank you. It is always a pleasure to read comments. They make me understand that my blog is made not only for me, but for people sharing my opinion and give me more effort to continue writing. It really matters to me. I am not making money and not planning to. This blog is for sharing my emotions, my story and my struggle with mental disorder. It is a challenge that has changed my life completely. I have many thoughts on that, but it is a very long one. Maybe, someday, I will write something big and truly worthy of being proud of. As of now I will learn to write by writing. I have no tutors or mentors. This is only me and a text document.

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    I think I think too much. Forgive me for the pun. I could give my head a rest once in a while. To be honest, I like straining it. And I don’t usually see the coastline. What can you compare with a thought that goes into a stack of scribbled pages with? “Old fashioned” pages of paper. If you have a computer at hand, it’s gone. Literally. Write, till you drop dead. Manuscripts don’t burn, but a laptop and its hard drive can’t be as reliable. Writing in general is rarely of good quality. On one hand we need form and content. We should also find common ground. It would be nice to set the subject. But most often it ends up being autobiographical and too personal. You can’t stay away from it. But it is desirable to let the essay rest until morning to look at it with fresh eyes. Then, if it works, you have to edit it. I’m not very good at editing, either. So what’s the end result? In fact, if I’m attentive to the details of my experience through narration, one in ten essays will appeal to me. And three more will say something about it. On such occasions, I present myself as an ‘exclusive’ and ‘underground’ writer not for everyone. Rome was not built in a day. I did not immediately come to the idea that it was worth sharing my soul. After all, I write from the soul. So I share it. I started a blog. There is prose and poetry. Of varying quality. But I’m trying to turn it all into cohesive content. It’s not perfect yet, but I’m trying. I would like to have regular readers here. But the most regular reader is me. Sometimes I take a break. That’s very important. I don’t turn it into a craft. Maybe I should. But, then, I need someone to point me in the right direction. What needs to be fixed? What to give up and what to add. How to change myself and start writing for real. Oh, if only I knew. I’d be living in Sochi with that kind of money. No, I’d still be living there. And I’d write in the same style. My muse periodically comes to flood my corner with scribbled notebooks and drafts in Word. Then the muse goes away and my brain starts working. There is no graph mania, but if you wish, you can burst out a congratulatory verse in honor of the birthday boy. Not bad either. Some people get a kick out of it. I like to hear in such a situation something in the vein of “I was given a poem for the first time in my life”. Or you bring up some philosophical idea that was born in the course of a dialogue, and you hear “you’re a very interesting person”. All that remains is to sing. And so the days go by. Sometimes what I wrote in another mental state looks like it wasn’t written by me. The text is very strange, but profound.


    We think we can change many things. But we can do very little. Just imagine that the process of thinking and performing our tasks requires an incredible amount of work on our brain. It is a processor that works on all the organs in the human body. If you do not try to rest, you may go deaf, go blind, lose your sight. There is a phrase – see nothing, hear nothing, say nothing. It’s the perfect wife. But if you look at it from the other side of the coin, it turns out that everything is exactly the opposite. A woman must hear, must see, and, must speak. The right thing to do is to look for a man who’s close in spirit. I mean the one, the only one. It gives an opportunity to live in harmony. It gives strength. It allows to earn. It gives joy. It gives hope. It enlightens the mind. It clears the mind and the subconscious. It gives pleasant dreams, it gives creative ideas. It’s never superfluous, but you have to understand that marriage is hard work. Raising children is an important and never-ending job. It is worth doing responsibly and without rest. But as the child grows, the worries only multiply. The crises that a child goes through take a heavy toll on his psyche. He/she needs care, love and affection. When all crises are over – adulthood begins. This is another blow to the psyche. Not everybody can enter it quickly and easily. But everyone tries to make it work. This is a good thing. But one shouldn’t forget about rest. It is important. Rest always brings new strength and new strength means new opportunities. Children are the flowers of life. Teenagers learn about the adult world. Adults start families, get educated, build careers. All of these things are necessary for personal growth.

    I sometimes think about how to cope with my world outside and inside myself. It is a complicated and convoluted process. However, like any human being I am growing spiritually and morally, trying to make sense of the different issues that are troubling or worrying me. It’s complicated. When I think about the future – I become a dreamer and somewhat of a fool. I’ll say more – a complete idiot! But if there is no dream, there is no desire to live. It’s not always possible to live one day, but I try very hard to maintain a healthy and unpretentious optimism – honestly, it doesn’t come out in the morning. The afternoons are easier. The evenings are even too much. That’s the way my biochemistry works. That’s how my brain works. To put it simply, it’s all about illness. But I’m pro-educated about the word peculiarity. It’s certainly a euphemism. But it helps me feel stronger and cleaner. It makes you feel better about yourself and the prejudices of others. I’m more comfortable with that. Of course, it’s not a panacea – but it’s a very effective word. So, to sum up, I can say to those who are tormented by guilt, despondency, homesickness and generally heavy spirit … Be patient. Wait. Have faith in yourself. Use any crutches. In quotes, of course. Hang in there, in these difficult times, and love life. There won’t be a new one.


    We were born to live life with dignity. We are created by the Almighty, which has a great responsibility under it. Be it Christ, Buddha, Prophet Mohammed. Monotheism, polytheism, Zoroastrianism… In short, it’s about the night. We are very weak. The body is weak, the soul is weak. But, only a trial can turn it all 180 degrees. When one thinks, creates, works, is lazy, reads, learns… He learns the laws of the universe – earthly and dogmatic. When a man finds himself, finds a profession and earns money – he can begin to build a life according to his mind. Family, children, relatives and friends. You can help everybody, they will also help you. If you look for something, nothing will work. You have to let go of the reins. And then, everything will work out and go on as if by magic. It is not an axiom; life presents surprises time after time. But it is worth trying. It is an absolute rule of life on earth and in the body. If you do not seek inspiration, the muse will not come. If you do not look for work, it will not come. But if you look for salvation within yourself, it will come. With all that entails. It is a simple rule. And it is worth remembering. Never struggle with what is beyond your control. Never try to take on a burden you can’t handle. And to finish… We are God’s people. We are his slaves. Don’t forget that you can’t gamble with Him. Never. That’s the end of it. Love, be loved, respect and be respected.

  • Дорога понимания

    Однажды, думая о счастье,

    Я понял, что я полный идиот.

    Я думал, что лишь в нем спасенье.

    Но оказалось, что оно не лучше,

    Протяжной смертной скуки и тоски.

    Ведь скука – это способ заново осмыслить,

    И разложить по полочкам мечты.

    Тоска же даст тот новый импульс,

    Чтобы опять почувствовать прилив любви.

    Я думаю, что стоит смело,

    Искать простые выходы своей душе.

    И на любой открытый приступ гнева,

    Пойти дорогой пониманья,

    С частицей дружбы и сердечности внутри.

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    По веревке иду, как канатоходец На запреты плюю в свой глубокий колодец В мире столько любви, я бегу за трамваем Остановка моя – у небесного рая. Не ценю я упрямства […]
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  • Grey pavement
    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 […]

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