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.
Мы мзды не требуя очкуем.
Мы скоро выдвигаемся на фронт…
Мы не солдаты…
И мы не про свободу.
Мы лишь ковёр из листьев серых…
Пожалуй. Стоп.
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.
We all have birthdays,
Mine is on a January.
I am Aquarius, I am…
Well… A man, an old…
I am in blue!
I am in black!
I am in red!
And sometimes…
I am done,
I’m cool!
Like rocks!
In cocktail!
It is called,
KISS COOL!!!
My friends have been,
With me for 2 amazing days…
We drank, we laughed,
I did not write!
I had a nap!
I had some beer,
Some vodka too,
I am forever thankful!
To my beloved friends,
For being cheerful!
For being full!
Of food and beverages…
Now, I have will go!
Goodnight to all!
I am with you!
Nikita, Sunday, Anton, Di.
September, afternoon.
poetry for self-relief 