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.
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.
Аминь.
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.
poetry for self-relief 