A jesting farce, a grim blockade—
The fools have dragged us to our knees,
Joined by the Dark, corrupt brigade
Of liars in the press’s ******.

And guarding them, the brute police.


In Russian:

Шуты-политики, СМРАДы и менты

Буффонада как преграда —
Одолели нас шуты
Вместе с Тьмой продажных СМРАДов.
А на страже их менты.

If something can't go
on forever . . .
it won't .

It is wise to consider
the end before it actually comes upon you .

A hard knot must have a harder wedge

I look back on this journey
and try to make sense
I try to find a lesson
along this iron fence
you've built between
my heart and mind
I can't lie to myself;
you were kind
and when times were hard
you held my hand
But I can't help it
Your pain is now a brand
I sit here
trying to find meaning
when there is none
to be had

Procrastination
A lack of dedication,
Ignoring the value of education,
Leading me to devastation,
And sinking into stagnation.

Daydreams spark vivid imagination,
While I crave deep meditation.
Dreams erode in fragmentation,
Bound by endless contemplation.

Each excuse breeds frustration,
Trapping me in hesitation,
Fueling cycles of isolation.

Breaking free feels like salvation
From this self-made limitation.
With commitment and resolution,
I'll escape this suffocation,
Reclaim my lost foundation,
And rise above procrastination.

In twilight's glow, she sat alone,
Her heart, an orchard where no seeds were sown.
A solace, once her haven, pure and bright,
Faded to shadows, devoured by the night.

Her cherished star, her anchor in the tide,
Drifted afar, like a moon's fleeting guide.
The bond they shared dissolved like whispered prayer,
Leaving her soul to wander, cold and bare.