Wednesday, 4 May 2016

Don’t live up to anyone’s expectation
Don’t play by someone else’s rules
Be yourself and follow your heart
So what, let them call you “a punk”

Don’t grow up, always be a child
Be happy with who you are inside
Do not try to follow the crowds
It does not matter if they laugh

In the end this is who you are
In the end a few will be by your side
And the rest will not understand
And try to change you but don’t let them

This is what I used to tell myself
And then I became an adult
The reality of money and career
Blinded me and I forgot all of that

The most unexpected events
Sometimes hit you like a hammer on the head
And you wake to the truth
You wake up from a long boring dream

And the life is back on track
You live and smile and laugh
Yet you get the serious things done
Use your education and brains

And somehow it is enough

Friday, 11 March 2016

*****

Погружение, удаление.
От себя, в себе.
Забывание расстояния
В километрах ветра.

Углубление, отражение,
Словно ветра дыхание.
Нет ни грани, ни дна,
Как северное сияние.

Прижми руку в груди
Сердце стонет от боли
Ты согрей, его обними.
В этом и есть твоя доля.

Облаков парение,
Цветов увядание.
Обновление, процветание,

В вечном счастье, забвении...

Sunday, 6 March 2016

Measure me, take me apart,
Wreck my soul and bind my heart
Forever stay in this embrace
In this mysterious abandoned place

Be alone but yet be mine
Share your thoughts and make me shine
Only for a moment
Or for a whole night

Get a glimpse into my galaxy
But then expect a fall
A star explodes and burns it all
Don’t feel alone

Feel our hearts colliding, exposing,
Unwrapping, composing…
Like many universes share one world
Yet so distant and it is so cold

I can’t feel anything anymore
The scars all of a sudden hurt
And the memories bubble to surface
I can’t run away from my birthplace

You are my counterpart
Will not be able to tear you out
No matter how much strength

It takes, it will not be enough

Saturday, 2 January 2016

Not a fun poem

Life is full of beauty
But it’s not full
For most of us
It is not even real beauty

Life is full of music
Which someone wrote a long time ago
But in our own souls
Mostly noise and emptiness

Life is full of joy
Cheap and abrupt
It comes from substance
Whether alcohol, fashion or ideology

Our forefathers
Had a valley, lake and forest
Had a church, an icon and war service

And the rest was God’s grace