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.
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 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.
Невозможно всегда убегать.
Невозможно бросать вновь и вновь.
Невозможно бездумно искать.
И терять на ногах,
Рвану пятку своих сапогов.
Можно быть бескорыстным и честным,
Можно быть бесконечно и пагубно пресным,
Можно быть очень смелым и неказистым,
Но найти, что тебе дарит смыслы.
Все на свете сказано трижды.
Парафраз, парафраз, парафраз…
Что же ты тогда делаешь с книжкой?
Что из слова ты можешь создать?
Все зависит от граней таланта.
Эрудиции – ёб ее мать…
От усидчивасти и порой фарта.
Но зачем себе мозги ебать?
Можно просто сидеть под оливой.
Тихо, мирно конца ожидать.
Хули нет, ведь так тоже красиво.
Умереть – нихуя не пытаясь понять.
Мозгоёбка – особая сила,
Ею можно себя отвлекать.
“Игры разума” – ох, как учтиво…
Для себя ее так называть.
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.
What? Where? When?
Do not play chess with your heart…
I am Crusified by my Saviour.
I am standing tall with my Maker.
I am a rotten big tomato.
I am Crusified with these words.
Though, I won’t cry.
Neither, I will do pretend.
That His love is endless.
Chosse your path with reason.
There are so many pathes around.
Never try to sell tour body.
To those using it as a bag.
Love your granny, sister, brother…
Love your mommy.
Love your Father.
Forevers yours,
Nikki.
poetry for self-relief 