Found my old poems (late 2008 - early 2009). Memories, ah :) They were written in different periods and with different feelings. ===== The Soul of a Poet In my soul, the war never ends, An eternal battle of two halves of existence. Between an angel and a demon, the struggle Brings sharp suffering to my heart. A fiery beast tears my soul apart, A messenger from heaven heals it again and again. The confrontation between good and evil relentlessly devours My mind, and along with it, my love. Irreconcilable enemies have met in battle, Their weapons clash with a resounding clang. They want to decide my fate, To make me a slave, subject to them in everything. The spear will shatter against the aegis, The sword of heavenly metal will crumble, But the battling titans don't care, Because the fight for the poet is worth it. But, despite everything, I will continue to create - Inspiration cannot exist without suffering. And only a grateful audience will help restore The balance in my soul. ===== The Green Man A green man came, He came from somewhere in the sky, Where he spent a green age, Until he suddenly disappeared. He came to my blue island, Among the lifeless desert, He and his blue puppy Landed their rocket. Everything yellow is his home, his friends He left in the sky. He forgot his wife, his children In pleasant sunny tones. He flew here on a red rocket, Bringing his puppy with him, Until on the red planet He noticed my island. He brought a valuable cargo with him, A hundred cans of the brightest paint, To make my modest island A haven of inspiration, a fairy tale! ===== She was killed... I am burning with rage... Suddenly, a thunderclap sounded in the clear sky! The executioner fulfilled his mission - My meaning in life was beheaded with an axe... A veil of blood-colored color clouded my eyes And the thirst for revenge replaced my reason. The katana pierced the heart of the offender, The cursed platform was stained with blood again... That day will forever be in my memory... Only by looking at the moon, on sleepless nights, I remember the one I called my own, My consciousness is filled with rainbow dreams. You are dead, I cannot bring you back. But I want to achieve your resurrection. I am ready to turn the world upside down - I want you to be able to not only appear in my dreams... ===== Walking on the Moonlit Path I walk on the moonlit path, I hurry to see you. I am almost at my destination And I slow my pace... I walk on the moonlit path, Snowflakes tickle my face And melt, touching my palm, And whirl in a ring of blizzards. I walk on the moonlit path, I carry a spring bouquet And ruby earrings In my pocket, waiting for your answer... I walk on the moonlit path, I admire the starlight... The moon has grown horns, Dawn is breaking in the distance... I walk on the moonlit path, I go to your porch... I hear the meow of a cat And see a sweet face... ===== A Knight in Shining Armor The metropolis, dirty and stuffy, Lives its stuffy life. The crowd, like a soulless ghost, Wanders around it day and night. Endless cars, Bus, trolleybus, tram They have filled all the roads, Subjugated the soulless land. But suddenly the crowd parted, A metallic clang sounded... A snow-white beautiful horse walks Across the central square. A knight sits on the horse, Raising the visor from his face, And his armor shines in the sun, And a mace hangs on his belt. With wide-open eyes The crowd of onlookers looks at the knight, And he walks away through the courtyards To the castle, where the lady of his heart sits... He wants to save her From captivity, who settled in his heart, To take her to distant lands, So that his soul can rejoice again... ===== Dedicated to Realists Oh, you, my hateful creations, Living in reality alone, Having cast dreams out of your consciousness, Bent under the yoke of reality... You live only waiting for a salary, Your life is a gloomy box and a sofa... And your heart is a stone, and your soul is blind, And everywhere you see deception... The unfortunate poet was imprisoned, Bound by tight threads, Moved from the workshop to the closet, Spilling ink, scattering pens... But what does the world and real captivity mean to me, When my soul soars among millions of worlds? With a smile, I leave the mundane, material world, I have touched hearts. That is enough for me. ===== Firefly Once I sat at a table, Writing on paper with ink, When a bright firefly Landed on the letters. Its legs shine silver, Its wings are golden, Its abdomen glows with lights, It emits light all over. It lives a carefree life, At night it carries its light, Just like I carry mine, But my light costs effort... I dream of being a firefly, So as not to think about anything, To fly to you To shine and sparkle for you... ===== Melancholy... It has attacked... Terrible melancholy... And thoughts. In my head... A line catches my eye. I don't want anything. I can't lift a pen... Despair. Deadly. It will devour me now... God exists. Dreams. Armageddon. We will die. What is life? A day of the week. Sky. The universe. A nightmarish dream. How many more thoughts? I'm tired... This can't go on. And my soul is torn, Away, from the devilish flesh. I want to rest... I desire peace. I am standing on the edge of a knife. I see a light. An envoy of light is on its way... Suddenly, SHE appeared in my life, Like an angel, descending into my prison. Despair disappeared. Melancholy evaporated... And my heart beat. My soul blossomed... I beg you, my angel, my muse, Stay here, with me, forever... I dare to ask for a marriage union. Your hands now hold my destiny... ===== Polar Star It still burns... A star burns in my chest, It barely burns... I only managed to save a spark. But there used to be an unquenchable flame, Capable of giving bright light... But a stone was skillfully thrown into my heart - To turn the star into fragments... I hold the barely flickering spark in my hands, So that I don't accidentally extinguish it. The soul becomes empty without the fire of the star And darkness wants to devour me... And I am forced to wander the earth, Completing my difficult journey, Searching in the crowd of people For the one who can rekindle the spark...