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Love and death. When you finish fighting, You return home, When you need to get some sleep And you need to be yourself; But you take out your sword And put on your old helmet. You are among battles and among skirmishes And you don't see everyday problems; And at home, She is waiting for You, Who thinks only of You, Who is so beautiful and slender, But she gave you to War. And a tear falls quietly... And a wet shawl lies... And in your memory are Your eyes And a gaze that breaks granite. "She doesn't remember you anymore," Your enemies say again. But you ride on your horse With blood and dust on your boots! And You come again and again And you give roses and thorns. What is it? Maybe it's love, Or maybe it's glimpses of love. Because soon You will leave again. She will remain alone. When You are killing, Love will perish without a trace. And again, banners in the wind! And again, You shout: "Hooray!" And I will say, and I won't lie: "Damn you, War!" JackFromShadowLand 1997 Added after 22 hours 48 minutes Aglaya. She loved to cast spells, But I don't judge her, And you would understand me, If you saw Aglaya. The sun rose at dawn, And set exactly at sunset, And the spells that lived with her Sparkled like stars on her dress. I didn't look for easy ways: The path to the heart of a witch is a storm. Among countless battles, passions She threw herself into the fray with magic. I was helpless and weak, And her magic was all-powerful. And, like a carefree slave of love, I subjected myself to violence. But I learned to cast spells, And I practiced day and night, I knew what I was doing then, When I confessed my love to her. And here is the finale, the war of worlds, Planets disappeared into the abyss, I tried to snatch love, Aglaya craved revenge. But finally, she surrendered, And smiled unintentionally, God heard the prayers, our passion, Became an example and a lesson. And remembering those times, When rocks flew from the sky, I smile: we were then, Alas, like children, right... She loved to cast spells, But I don't judge her, And you would understand me, If you saw Aglaya. JackFromShadowLand 1999

Fallen...

We have forgotten how to see beauty,
We have lost the fairy tales of the heavens,
Having crossed the forbidden line,
We wait, hoping to be resurrected in paradise...

We have lost kindness within ourselves,
Smiles are no longer seen on our faces,
One cannot find elegance in a prison,
One cannot soar without thinking of birds!

The majesty of clouds and the whiteness of snow,
The blue of the sky and the madness of a storm –
Let us remove the glasses from our broken spectacles,
So that the cracked lenses do not deceive us:

How many souls strive for goodness,
How full our world is of beauty,
And so it is, and so it will be, everywhere,
And people will call this Love!

JackFromShadowLand
a long time ago

Added 8 hours 50 minutes ago
The more often you feel love,
The less, deeper, and more serious it becomes,
And although the blood still boils,
The soul becomes colder.
For separation is inevitable,
And no matter how carefully we protect this tender feeling,
Alas, the story is always the same –
Love comes and goes, like spring...

JackFromShadowLand
2008

Added 12 hours 34 minutes ago
I remembered you more often,
The more people I got to know.
My lost happiness,
You became brighter and brighter.
And the world's callousness and absurdity
Play a strange game:
Where people, like targets in a shooting range,
Get out of bed in the morning,
And everyone feels a threat
With their unprotected back,
And everyone notices the threatening pose
Facing them.
What do I care about the absurdity of the universe?
And what do I care about the callousness of people?
When your image lives within me,
Selflessly.
It is stronger than anything:
Stronger than winter snowstorms;
Stronger than spring rain;
Stronger than autumn leaf fall –
Because I love only you!

JackFromShadowLand
2008

A Walk.

Tonya sat by the window,
Spring is visible from the window,
Inviting Tonya and her little daughter
For a walk!
To have fun, to laugh,
To roll a ball across the field!
A quiet, gentle breeze
Tickles the dimples on her cheeks.
This magical day
Is wonderfully deep, like spring.
Antonina smiled
And nature stirred:
Birds sing in the sky,
Sunbeams play in the stream.
Let's share our joyful, ringing laughter
With everyone!
And when we get tired, we'll go home,
How wonderful it is to walk in the spring!

JackFromShadowLand
2008

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I watched and marveled at the path of the moon,
Something bright rose from my soul:
"These stars love the rainbow dreams of childhood,
The sounds, the cries of the forest, the hooting of an owl."

Night lay over the lagoon, full of goodness,
On this bright, moonlit night, you came to me,
And I saw the magical melting of fire,
In the waves of the quiet surf - night is stronger than day!
long ago

The root of immortality is love without reason;
Beautiful in women, funny in men.
Love for flaws, without flattery and lies;
Great love does not create illusions.
"Madness," you might say, but it exists,
Not somewhere across the sea, but nearby and here!
2008

To love love, its amusements,
Sometimes sadness, but more often passion,
Well, maybe you're right,
Let's not steal your joy!

To love war, its reasons;
And the thunder of victories and the pain of losses,
The soldier knows no sorrow,
And you, don't believe in despondency!
2008

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Escape.
Serious games.
Anxious night.
Tonight, we're like tigers, running away.
From the forged cage
To the freedom of the forests.
Under the crowns and branches, under the rustle of the wind.
Let's get away from the tyrants!
From lies and deceit!
Freedom is the reward!
And the night is so dark!
2005

Stop, beautiful moment,
Don't rush to where you're running,
Let me feel your touch
Torn by a gust of wind, breaking the silence.
Let me enjoy the blue of the sky
And the timid rays in the morning,
The dripping from the roofs, sometimes out of place
In the frosty spring season.
Let me enjoy the heavenly aroma
Of birch sap in the spring,
Breathe deeper, so that like a tocsin
The blood would roar, pulsing within me.
Don't leave, beautiful moment,
Stay a little longer by my side,
Relax and listen to the birdsong…
You can catch up later, it's not the first time.
No matter how you turn the clock on your wrist
You can't make it flow differently
But you can watch the bright battle
Of grains of sand ready to pile up.

Here's a lovely thing I found on the internet:

...she was always a little bit of a cat...
...she loved to sleep and drink milk,
...and under each glove, every little paw
...hid five graceful claws...

...when in her large, shining eyes
...the moon reflected its light slightly,
...she seemed like a real cat,
...ready for a sudden leap...

...she slept curled up under a blanket,
...and sometimes she didn't sleep at all...
...but every day, despite the rain and troubles,
...she was carefree and cheerful...

...not everyone could stroke her fur,
...some, who happened to pass by,
...would scratch her behind the ear... but the cat dreamed
...that someone kind would tame her!

...fluffy snow seemed like magic to her,
...and chocolate was a cure for separation...
...at dawn, a gentle dream touched her,
...in her dream, she saw a pair of warm hands...

...she invented games to pass the time,
...but soon she got tired of the games -
...so often, under the magnificent fur of a tiger
...there was a scruffy cat, not a tiger...

...The moonlight path shimmers with light,
...the sound of her steps is barely heard in the night,
...one day, forever, the cat leaves,
...the cat that you could not tame...

It's strangely quiet on the forum, it's almost depressing.
Here's a song to match my mood.
Necromantic Lyrical
Verse 1

It's quiet in the cemetery
Silence reigns
But in the city, you can hear: a storm
It's bad for the dead
And even worse for me
I died just a week ago

Chorus

The wind blows through the graves
The wind invites you to play
Wind, find my darling
Let her come again
Yes, let her come again

Verse 2

It's very cramped in the ground
It's dark and terrible
You can't stay here
Someone up there
Persistently and powerfully
Lures me to freedom

Chorus

Verse 3

She forgot
Ravens cawed
Because you are no longer alive
I got up from the grave
Spit on everything
And quietly walked home

and the last time, the chorus

Here's what unrequited love does to a person...

Every day I try to forget Her,
I try to just think about someone else,
My aching heart slowly fades,
In my soul, there is no peace.
I open my eyes and cry again,
Why did You appear in my dream again?!
And my heart, receiving another painful wound,
Quietly whispers: It's time for you, Zamir, to cease to exist...

Information - My name is Zamir.

I feel like being melancholic...

Flight

A leaf detached from a maple tree
But didn't fall to the ground
The wind lifted the golden leaf
Up to the sky, towards the Sun

Up to the sky, into the azure
Of the cooling day
A homeless and mad leaf
So similar to me

Happiness fell upon me
And doesn't let me rest
The wind - the firstborn of bad weather
Gave me its flight

Its flight will be remembered
By the one who doesn't have much time to live
Before the earth takes the leaf
I will have time to love...

Random Battle.

We'll randomly select the factions,
And the heroes as well,
Whether fortune will smile,
Only chance will tell.

How many levels should we grind?
Nine for sure...
So, let's start with defense!
It won't hurt the Necropolis!

I'll level up Darkness and B&D,
If everything is going well, I'll summon.
I'll raise Fire Elementals, and with SP -
For a hundred, I'll launch an attack.

Okay, level twenty-two,
What to take: Education? Spells?
Ah, that's it! My hero is leveled up,
Not worse than Che Guevara!

Yes, I need to check the artifacts,
Ha, a staff, great, it will be useful,
And who would dare to attack
Such a bloodsucker:

Lucretia, my love,
The vampires are really weak,
But in this game, the path
Will focus on many things:

Many undead, that's good,
I've always valued the Warriors,
And the Ghosts, and most importantly:
Plague Zombies, almost five hundred...

So, the arena, who is the opponent?
Poor Leto! That's luck.
Necromancers against Darkness, who cares,
And secondly, the excitement is gone.

The excitement is gone, and appeared,
Half a hundred Hydras are staring.
What to do with them is unclear?
And Leto brought a Phoenix.

The fun has really begun.
Sometimes I thought: I'm going to lose!
But "Raise Dead," that dirty trick,
No one thought to cancel.

So, victory! A celebration of will!
But there's no time to celebrate,
The game is over and: "How long?"
My friend asks: "Will you be waiting?"

"The Elements" A rushing stream of water flows,

It meanders left, then right.
It wants to take me with it,
This element of destructive nature.

It tastes like cherry juice,
Sometimes, the water is bitter,
The stream carries an electric current,
And falls like a swift jack...

I'll give it a crimson color, like the blood in arteries,
Sometimes it's green, which is called khaki,
Orange, like grated carrots,
Like silver, shining in the darkness.

The stream sounds like a guitar string,
Like a burst from an automatic rifle,
Ringing, like a wave of children's laughter,
Comparable to a pirate's battle cry.

Just one more moment – and I'm caught by the wave,
And I feel that cold kiss on my lips.
I sink into an icy peace...

...It was just a leaky faucet in the kitchen...

I. 2009-10-12

I also write poetry. Here's an example, "The Hobbit" - http://stihi.ru/2010/03/28/2387. It's not finished yet, but that's just a matter of time.

An excerpt from the beginning...

In a land unknown and far,
A hole in the ground there was.
It was always dry and warm,
And mold did not bloom there.

In that hole, a hobbit lived,
Spent his days, welcomed guests.
He spent his time calmly,
And didn't go far to wander.

At the entrance, a door, behind it a tunnel:
Along the wall - a panel lies.
The floor is covered with an expensive carpet,
And chairs hardly stand on it.

And on both sides - a row of doors:
Here, the smell of the kitchen, the sleep of the bedrooms,
Here - the splash of the bathrooms, the shine of the dining rooms,
And in the cellars - the weight of the preserves.

To the left - a row of the best rooms,
In all the windows, a view of the garden,
And on the distant meadows,
That the river's banks caress.

***

How many leaves throughout the year
Will the cycle carry,
Bright, juicy, light flight,
Again and again, a turn.

Here and there they flutter
And give no peace,
The stream carries them away
Now to the west, now to the east.

They dream of reaching open space,
They build, they destroy, even in discord.
And not every moment is appreciated,
Whether by two or by one.

But a new time will come again,
The leaves will lie in the courtyard.
Those who seek will find out
And will not know their outcome.

Their spring winter
Is decided by the heavens,
Again, under the sparks of snow,
They will wait for their winds...

04.06.2010

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...

I want to add a few more lines of poetry, not my own (Nympha_Nivis(c)), but they touched me...

"Ships sailed in the sky..."

Ships sailed in the sky,
Across the sunset, along the fog,
Breaking away from the earth,
Leaving the shipyard of deceit.

They sailed slowly, without hiding,
That, having left the muddy swamp,
Cutting the anchors,
They headed into the rippling depths.

In those lands, the day laughs,
A calm breeze gently whispers,
Behind the veil of night – a shadow
Covers with an атлас dream.

Water stretches like a ribbon,
Behind the stern, a mirage in the distance -
A guiding star.
Ships sailed in the sky…


“Dove”
It has flown tens of thousands of kilometers,
Its wing has touched hundreds of clouds.
At a distance of a stretched meter,
A ray of sunlight plays in its eyes.

It has seen many humiliations,
That wound human pride,
In a geometric progression of deprivations,
It has experienced countless deaths.

Its priceless gift carries it through the world
Through an ocean of hopes and waves of tears,
And day after day, in search of an answer,
It circles above the labyrinth of languid dreams.

Here, people hide their dreams, their aspirations,
Burying them deeper, like a treasure,
And it is ready to take on their suffering,
Only if they do not end up in hell.

And for the prayers, the birds send him offerings.
Its wing will cover the sorrowful sin,
And only the heart of the dove relentlessly seeks good fortune
And will never contain all human pleasures.

It will fly away, as soon as the light clears the way.
Towards the northern wind and the star,
No one will remember it in this poor dream.
But the image of the dove will remain everywhere…

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My bright world. It was created by someone in Paint.
It was sketched by someone on paper.
It is read in a LiveJournal feed.
And I will fold it like origami.
A world of smells, doubts, feelings, and tastes,
A world of bright expectations and mistakes,
Strung together on time, like beads.
A world of bitter tears and joyful smiles.
A world with the internet, the Beatles, and a guitar.
A world of sweet dreams and plush toys,
Where it is good to lie under a blanket,
Where you can talk and listen.
Perhaps we are afraid of death because -
It is so beautiful, great, and multifaceted.
Loved ones: sensations, feelings, faces.
My world. It is so welcoming and so strange.
(c) ?

Warning - this poem contains too much epicness and is written in classical canons, so please don't be too harsh if it seems tedious :smile43:

You divided my soul,
Washed it in seven waters,
And kissing me sweetly,
Told me a riddle.
But the answer was unknown,
Even though the path was warmed by the moon.
So, not knowing what lay ahead,
We crossed the river.
Among the turbulent waters and rocks,
I held your hand,
Even though I stumbled, but climbing,
I led the way, clinging to the light.
The intertwining of thin rays
Eclipsed the beating of my heart…
And in the future, in any dispute,
I only blamed myself.
It's strange, but here it is –
There's a turn behind the rock.
But how could I have known
That behind it lies a continuous ridge?
So, climbing and descending,
We continued forward without stopping,
And we reached the peak,
And we look at how great the world is.
Below, people trample rivers,
Without lowering their eyelids…
And we, with a strange smile,
Spit down on the smoke and the lands.
As if we want to experience
The suffering again.
Even though we reluctantly descended,
We turned into a legend in the smoke.
Before us, in the valley of the mountains,
A vast expanse opens up!
The wind is fresh, but our hands are cold,
Causing pain again…

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10.04.2010