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.
Хочешь сигу?
If you wan't to smoke Peacefully with mates Pipe of peace Try to heal your thoughts And go to heaven Or nirvana You need three things A mate, a pipe, and will to listen Here we are On sunny beach Or river Smoking our fag Or whatever does this role We may talk We may stay still We may be teaching Or become a friend To the person That is smoking with you It's an old tradition Of a men at war Now, we can skip the negative And find the positive For us Who are in love Who are best friends Or some of them Who cannot stand each other Everything may be solved Just a talk And peace...
poetry for self-relief 