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What use are dreams of reckless reverie Only to shed a sea of bitter tears later? Perhaps just so we can live a lie And drift indifferently down the river of ages. Open your eyes, look around And then you'll understand who is enemy, who is friend And why you must carry your cross up the mountain Perhaps there is no longer a place for you there So why should we believe in the bright path If all leaders have lost their essence Discord in their words, and only fear in their eyes And to hide this, everyone wears glasses They say fashion has come to embellish the world For now is an age—a funeral feast Everyone makes merry and waits for a messiah Unnoticed by all, they devour one another And why send sons to us If there is no truth, only the deception of dreams Perhaps he walks all in tears, despondent For we do not hear his mournful cry Everything and everyone around has drowned in dreams And we all live through rose-colored glasses And the wonderful world that we will build Will be our home, but fitting for a prison If only one knew the answer to a simple question How can we know the world, distinguish it from reverie How do I wake up, awaken others What to shout and how, to shake the deaf But for whom? Why? Everyone lives as they are In a world of sweet dreams and devour one another. It is more important for us to eat and drink our fill That is the essence—the power of dreams over us I'll shake off the veil. I'll look at the world And again I'll go to the funeral feast I will eat and drink. I am tired of shouting. Sleep a sweet sleep, the age of glasses has come.

I took the rhyme to fit pop music So please don't kick me Whoever doesn't want to understand Can just not read this. Greetings to all from the stage There is a word, but no meaning Often there's no rhyme either An answer to modernity Someone might say, and let them Caress your hearing with the rhythm The meaning of words la-lai, la-lai And just don't bother me. There should be meaning in everything If there isn't any, we'll find it What we see, that we sing Even just a doorway We'll put together a song and move forward Let the people be driven by the rhythm Bending everyone in a frantic dance The essence of the text doesn't f..k us. Even rock now for us is A madman's tale Muddiness all around, a set of phrases And dressed like a fagg..ot I've grown slightly tired A poet's life is not easy Here is the last line That's all, goodbye to everyone

Here comes spring, and after it, summer.:p>:p> We will bask in the sun again.:p>:p> Somewhere, the winter dreams we missed:p>:p> The scorching day won't let us finish.:p>:p> :p>:p> The evening, with its stuffy and languid wing,:p>:p> Will shelter us from the fiery rays.:p>:p> The moon will shine again outside the window,:p>:p> Queen of the mad nights.:p>:p> :p>:p> Some love each other to the point of pain,:p>:p> Some gaze mysteriously into the sky.:p>:p> Everyone has been given wonderful roles:p>:p> In this drama called life.:p>:p> :p>:p> With a new morning, caressing with waves,:p>:p> A mischievous breeze will awaken us,:p>:p> So that everyone can see with their own eyes:p>:p> The fiery red east.:p>:p> :p>:p> The sun rises again to meet us,:p>:p> To warm everyone, to tire them.:p>:p> And then a new, gentle evening:p>:p> Will delight those who crave it.:p>:p> :p>:p>

How long must we wait for spring?:p>:p> The cold has gripped the land,:p>:p> I don't understand this,:p>:p> We are still living in captivity.:p>:p> :p>:p> And how can I endure all this?:p>:p> I want to look at girls,:p>:p> Sing something about summer,:p>:p> And maybe get a little tan.:p>:p> :p>:p> I look at the forecast with hope,:p>:p> But there, oh God, it's still freezing.:p>:p> Oh, give us warm May storms,:p>:p> And enough of the cold's threats.:p>:p> :p>:p> The weather is still not right.:p>:p> Spring's bustle has disappeared,:p>:p> The hustle and bustle in the gardens:p>:p> Is suspended due to the cold days.:p>:p> :p>:p> Everyone is waiting for warmth and sunlight,:p>:p> But snow is falling from the sky in response.:p>:p> And the clouds with the wind send their greetings,:p>:p> There is no hope of living in warmth.:p>:p> :p>:p> I no longer have the strength to write poems,:p>:p> And to look for a beautiful rhyme.:p>:p> How can I tell you all,:p>:p> That I can no longer wait for spring?!:p>:p> :p>:p>

Myth
The snowy warrior fell under the strike
Of sharpened solar arrows.
The spring dawn turned into a fire,
The snow melted and flew into the sky.
All the snowy army ascends to heaven
On bright cloudy horses.
Two holy princes, Boris together with Gleb
Lead them. The armor glistens.
Under the solar light, ancient burial mounds
Were covered in green grass.
And the brother-princes, emerging from the same mist,
All seek heavenly peace.
The holy druzhina passes through the sky.
The road leads to the north.
Tired of battles, tired of campaigns,
They set out on a new campaign.
Autumn rain will wash the earth,
Dry leaves will fly away.
The earth falls asleep and dreams of winter.
And the snowy dawn will illuminate.
Snow falls in flakes; with the snow return
Two princes with their druzhina.
And remembering the past, legends will awaken
Of the life and death of the princes.

Here's a part of my poetry)) don't judge too harshly))) Especially some of it)) I'll write another one later.



You are gentle, beautiful, and lovely,
Your love will save the whole world,
Your eyes are dangerous to some,
But they gave me life,
I await you like the coming of the Messiah,
As if I don't want to, you'll see death,
There are few left like you,
I will cherish you in my thoughts,
And if necessary, I am ready to die,
But you must stay alive...
YOU ARE MY ANGEL, AND YOU DON'T KNOW,
WHAT THE WORD DEATH MEANS...

***
Wait, don't go, come back…
I won't be able to live a single day without your warmth,
Your dream is to love,
Mine is to see your eyes again…

***

Your love saved me from the torments of the Burning Hells! But what should I do?
Will anyone save me from your most beautiful gaze?

***
Two hearts longing for love,
One of them beats in your chest,
The other thinks about,
How to make the pain of separation a sweet dream…
And the moment when I first saw you
It keeps it in its heights, where the heat blazes,
Where the fire of love flares up
And where our feelings and dreams are stored…
Love lives when I see the sparkle in your eyes,
When a piece of the sun is reflected in your beautiful hair,
When I feel the scent of your perfume…
A dream lives in me, and its name is Love…

***

There is pain in my heart, longing in my soul,
Because I am alone, I am without you…
You died on a rainy day,
You left life like a shadow…
Your love remained alive,
But I am ready to forget it,
To forget desires and dreams,
Love is gone, go away too!
And I am alone, I am without you,
I closed my eyes, and the pain is gone,
Love is gone, dreams are gone!
It's time for you to go. Forgive me…

***

Forgive me, but I can't live anymore,
I want to leave, to go into the damp darkness,
To go where there are no people,
Where there is no pain, no ideas…
Where everyone is silent, where there is no freedom, no expenses,
Where there is no sun, where there is no love,
Where I am alone, alone like you…

***
Inquisition

I saw how people were tortured on the fire in prison,
How they pour blood on the heads of sick children with a sword,
How they cut off hands, feet, tongues…
How they pierce straight into the heart with red-hot bayonets
I remember – bones were crushed with a club slowly,
How they broke ribs and opened skulls with a knife,
I remember, a woman screamed, holding a piece of her murdered child,
I remember how she, getting up, just looked at me with her braid…
I saw Paradise, I remember Hell, and I still smell the terrible stench of death…

The Last Day
The Sea
The sea has receded
From my shores.
A dried-up bank,
Remains of enemies,
Yellow sand,
An abandoned beach.
Before my eyes
A dreary landscape.
Only silence
Surrounds me.
The dead sea
Saves me from boredom.
A pale shadow
Offers me a glass.
And I look
At the last volcano.


The Volcano
The last volcano
Has not erupted for a long time.
In its crater
The ash has cooled.
It has long forgotten
How it used to love
How happy it was
In bright flames.
I look at its
Last dreams,
But I see only
Fragments of war in them.
I know one thing:
Our world has no miracles.
And from the crater of the volcano
I see a forest.

The Forest
The gloomy forest
Is the last one remaining.
I stood for a long time,
Quietly saying goodbye to it.
It will soon die,
And I with it.
We will both burn
Under a foreign sun.
The leaves have fallen,
The forest stands bare.
It used to be sacred,
Now it is forgotten.
Leaving the forest,
I went west.
On a flat hill
I found an old city.

The City
The last city
Stands on a hill.
I saw it
In a midnight dream.
Empty windows
Looked at me.
Perhaps they
Wanted to save us.
I went into the houses.
I looked to see if anyone was there.
Silence all around,
The whole city is empty.
I don't see people
In their eternal shame.
I looked out the window –
There is no sea there anymore.

It's a terrible thing, and yet they tried to make a song out of it.

A small poem. For some reason, it seems to me that there is nothing here but words...

THE BONFIRES BURN BRIGHTLY

1.

I will bury myself in the shadows, like in leaves,
I will wrap myself up, like in a cloak.
I will cast trembling spots
On my shoulders, pulling them tighter.
I will lift life into my arms,
In which there is no meaning.
Two gazes,
Like two mysterious blades
With silvery, smooth edges.
Come closer, let me look, touch…
No! Only night all around,
My white hand
In the bright light of the bonfire –
And an illusion.

2.

My wings are the density of ink,
The depth of night and the velvetiness
Of black velvet.
The transparency of sunny gold,
The silver of the moon and the diamonds of the stars.
They absorb and give back,
Without giving me anything.
I laugh, I shout – and I don't hear
Myself… Only an echo answers,
After… Half a lifetime?
There is no cure for burns from water,
And there is no dam – to prevent,
To hold back… The fire on its way?
Dawn is not near.

3.

Does fire extinguish water? No – the law is harsh.
I walk absentmindedly, not looking back.
Between Scylla and Charybdis,
Among the jellyfish of oblivion – obediently, voluntarily.
Don't touch, don't disturb!
Return what is lost? No. Go.
Disappear, reflection. Oh yes!
I was cruelly mistaken. Be silent and listen.
A shadow in the crowd? Blurred
A fleeting movement?
Leave it – there are so many of them.
They flow past, bypassing the stones,
Not a single one will look. Is it a pity?
Or did it only become clear now?

4.

A clump of thick shadows without a glimmer
Of even one – flashed
And disappeared on the periphery.
I look around, look back –
No one, except for empty cities,
Me and the wind. It howls in the alleys,
Claps with a torn sheet of iron.
Will you take my gift? I know,
That you are here, even if I don't see you.
Now I will find, I will get… The edges have worn out
Too quickly, that brilliance faded,
That was inherent. But for you it is priceless, Guest,
And what do I need it for? I will not use it.
A refusal from emptiness.

5.

Not the place and not the time, it is not yet my turn
And not mine is all that you want to offer.
You will give it and regret it.
I know, I see – the meeting is far away,
Don't come close and don't reach out.
Hide it, put it away – it will come in handy later.
How many of them dissolve
In the murky pre-dawn rain?
Fire extinguishes water, that's right
You say. I cannot teach you,
I will only say that the time is not yours,
And I will remind you of the rainbow.
If you think that there are not enough candles –
The bonfires burn brightly.


January 2007

The poem is not mine!! But it's so beautiful!!!

I've seen hand-to-hand combat so many times,
Once in reality, and a thousand times in my dreams.
Whoever says that war isn't scary,
Knows nothing about war.

Oh, Lord, forgive me for all my sins,
I have cut my heart with love until it bled.
With a dark sword of “Fate” in my hands,
I am ready to die and take my dreams with me,
I am ready to kneel before you,
To pray that you help me go to Heaven…
I want to serve the Light and Love,
But my heart longs for a piece of soulless Darkness,
Oh, Lord, let me become a servant of good,
Let me look at the gates of Paradise at least once.

Poems from my first collection. They are probably five years old, or even older.
Troy?
The madman Paris, forgetting about Troy,
Wants to steal the beautiful Helen.
Not knowing that he is playing with fate,
He is ready to give Aphrodite a token.
But a mortal cannot be a judge of the gods.
The concerns of the gods are not the concerns of men.
But he wanted to rise above the Earth.
But he wanted to become greater than kings.
Helen is faithful to her Menelaus.
Even Aphrodite herself cannot help.
Helen suffers in separation from her beloved,
Sleepless nights bring no peace.
Burning Troy is the madman's reward.
His elder brother perished, and his sister is in slavery.
"Oh, mighty Zeus, God of Thunder, no!
I will throw myself off a cliff before dawn.
Take my life, but let me see
Helen. Perhaps she will forgive.
Forgive! I loved! I didn't want to offend!"
But the sky is silent. The sky is silent...
Alas! The immortal gods are not all-powerful.
The mad Paris is not madder than I.
We both stand at a crossroads.
We both leave, cherishing your image.

Return!
You left. I, left alone,
Only learned about it at midnight:
Under the supervision of old paintings,
I composed poems for You.
But poems are just poems,
And words cannot bring you back.
Whether they are good or bad,
I must walk this long road alone.
I shouted my lines into the sky,
Cursing all the deaf gods.
Voices are heard in my house,
But yours is not among them.
And I saw your face in the mirrors.
In my madness, I threw myself at them, but in an instant,
Fear enveloped my soul,
And I fell, a weakened old man...
Dawn broke. I wept silently.
Only the old portrait on the wall
Understood my soul to the end...
I fell asleep. You appeared in my dream.

Few know that Anna Karenina
(The one who died long before Lenin)
Didn't throw herself under the train as if it were a parade,
But tied herself up with a bunch of grenades.
*******
No! - we told the fascists.
Too bad... - they replied.
:D :D :D :D :D

Here, this poem hasn't been published anywhere else yet:
To the Unborn.
The cry of an unborn child
Made my heart weep with blood.
Now we no longer laugh heartily,
Having killed it with our love.
Why did we rush,
Forgetting about caution?
Now I can't sleep at night,
And the torments of conscience burn me.
I am ready to hate myself,
But you said to me: "Beloved,
How good it is to see you,
How good it is to be near you,
To give you with a smile, a glance
My love." Forgive me, beloved!

Those who know what happened to me in July will understand.

I dedicated this poem to my beloved while I was far from her—in Altai.
To my Beloved.
Cold arrows pierce the heart,
The soul is clenched in steel vices.
I no longer feel myself whole
In the claws of ruthless gray longing.
Long days and cold nights.
How are you there? Have you not forgotten me?
Remember that I need you very, very much.
I shall live only preserving your image.
The day has ended—I feel joy.
Now you have become one day closer.
Your kiss is a precious sweetness.
I will meet you, and all the shadow will melt away.
Yes, I will wait. For all those long years
I waited for you like a gift from the gods.
Here, amidst endless nature,
I am drawn back to the eternal hum of cities.

Injustice!!!!!

And again, this evil silence.
I feel so sad and so lonely.
I am falling into despair once more,
And it seems cruel to me.

Why must I suffer
And keep searching for a solution?
I will not weep anymore,
Even though I have completely lost my way.

And why am I writing this poem?
No one will hear it anyway,
No one will understand me or forgive me,
Only the silence will catch my quiet moan.

People can only judge,
But they are unable to understand a person,
They can only throw empty words—
These people with souls of demons!

A poem about Tema!!!!
In case it matters, these poems are not mine.

I've scribbled something here, and I'm curious about your opinion. Darkness has enveloped my places and my mind, But my spirit is strong and great. I will cover everyone with a single blow, So that I don't have to hear their terrible cry. I will bring order to chaos, Heavenly light will pour into the darkness, And I will extinguish the flames of hell, And the unholy fiend will perish. The battle will be hard and bloody, Many soldiers will fall here. No one will escape retribution, The accursed enemy. Our victory is obvious, The sword and the faithful shield are with us, Magical power is with us, And the light of heaven, which protects us all...

I scribbled something here, I'm curious about your opinion.

Darkness has covered my places and mind,
But my spirit is strong and great.
I will cover everyone with one blow,
So as not to hear their terrible cry.

I will bring order to chaos,
Light from heaven will pour into the darkness
And I will extinguish the flame of hell,
And the ungodly beast will perish.

The battle will be hard and bloody,
Not a few soldiers will fall here.
No one will escape retribution
The accursed enemy.

Our victory is obvious,
The blade and the faithful shield are with us,
Magical power is with us
And the light of heaven, which protects us all...

So you destroyed the darkness,
And with it,
A part of the universe,
Which gave us the right,
To exist...
And the chaos from which everything originated is immortal,
It will punish all the poor gods above,
And a new world will be born again - anew,
And new rulers will rise to the throne,
Those who came to us with good and light,
Only a couple of years have passed,
And here are new wars again,
And you want to tell me,
That light should lead us...
A beautiful ruler
Can only be the one,
Who embodies
Both darkness and light,
But for now, in the hours of battle
Protect the darkness,
Wait to destroy it,
So that you can be proud of your life...

Here, I scribbled in response!...

Added 18 minutes ago
So you extinguished the flame of hell,
But the gates of hell closed,
And the gods are already against you,
Against all of you,
Participating in the war,
Curses flew from above,
And the souls of the dead,
Who are like demons,
Fly up
Destroying everything in heaven,
Or they stay here,
Bringing you death...

So your comrades are completely exhausted,
And each one dies in turn,
We gave you a choice,
But you rejected it...
Well, suffer as long as you have the strength,
But you will no longer see happiness...

And this is the answer to what happened when the sacred flame was extinguished...