Olga Valerevna

Olga Valerevna Nov 2019

the Moon became crimson in color
the night that your star disappeared
I watched the whole World reach the morning
while waiting for you to be here
my memories turned into secrets
the kind only you knew to keep
I’ll see you whenever I see you
‘til then you’re the red in the wreath

for you, the intelligent star.

Olga Valerevna Nov 2019

Valgo Vera

I used to be good at believing
the life that I lived wasn’t real
but now that it’s nearly December
my bones are too cold not to feel
I used to pretend I was dreaming
enough to escape my own thoughts
but now that my eyes are not closing
I have not had the sleep that I ought
I used to await conversation
give meaning to moments in speak
but now that my tongue has been broken
I have nothing but Silence to seek

how suddenly, “used to’s,” start dying
when none of them bear any weight
and out comes The Time to remind you
I Was Then, I Am Now, by your Faith

Valera, Vera & Olga.

Olga Valerevna Nov 2019

The Coated Scroll

I penned you like an anagram connected to a scroll
     that poured itself like  honey  over wounds inside my Soul
I thought away my treason as I sang you like a song
and heard my voice repeating: “you’ve been with me all along”
The Sun was in your eyes the day you wandered into me
  and entered both of mine the night I thought I’d never see
         I must’ve been asleep with all the knowledge in my head
              until you put your hand in mine and woke me from the dead

awake in the dead of Winter, coated by a calm.

Olga Valerevna Nov 2019

When The Bed Walked

I reached out my heart to the Heavens

and the Beat of Its Winds became mine
a pulse I have never forgotten
had unraveled the meaning of Time

with Patience I walked like a Dreamer
who was waiting for Wonders to come
my lack of respect for The Silence
disappeared as I welcomed The Sun

the knots in my body were gathered
they were bound by the thoughts in my head
I woke up as sleepy as ever

I would take up The Cross in my bed

“Больной отвечал Ему: так, Господи; но не имею человека, который опустил бы меня в купальню, когда возмутится вода; когда же я прихожу, другой уже сходит прежде меня. Иисус говорит ему: встань, возьми постель твою и ходи.”
‭‭От Иоанна‬ ‭5:7-8‬

Olga Valerevna Nov 2019

The Chef’s Drum

“this Life is a tireless battle,”
“of losses as constant as wins.”
“though daily I reckon with failure,”
“I plate all my Hope on my skin.”

“this notion has driven my sources,”
“to every last inch of their worth.”
“I prune and I **** like a person,”
“who’ll never remain on this earth.”

“this vessel has given me little,”
“but stresses surmised by a crowd.”
“I make what I make out-of-body,”
“create and destroy to empower.”

for and because of my Trudy, the Chef of all Chefs I will ever know.

Olga Valerevna Nov 2019

Everything, Everyone and Everywhere Else

see, everything here makes me hungry
for Truth and for Kindness - for Love
so I washed my Soul in the Sunrise
and wandered the skies like a dove

see, everyone here makes me weary
their words by their actions - defiled
so I slipped away from my body
and hanged all my senses to die

see, everywhere else doesn’t matter
today or tomorrow - or now
so I made my way to The Spirit
and found me a Home in the clouds

“Иисус сказал: неужели и вы еще не разумеете? еще ли не понимаете, что всё, входящее в уста, проходит в чрево и извергается вон? а исходящее из уст — из сердца исходит — сие оскверняет человека, ибо из сердца исходят злые помыслы, убийства, прелюбодеяния, любодеяния, кражи, лжесвидетельства, хуления — это оскверняет человека; а есть неумытыми руками — не оскверняет человека.”
‭‭От Матфея‬ ‭15:16-20‬

Olga Valerevna Nov 2019

to fall among them

see there was a thorn in my garden
and somehow it learned how to speak
before I could find it in person
it pressed itself deep into me
it pushed all my blood to the surface
then punctured a piece of my heart
before it could go any further
I found my way back to the start
see you were the thorn in my garden
and somehow you learned how to hide
before I went looking, I waited
and welcomed the Peace in my mind

“И чтобы я не превозносился чрезвычайностью откровений, дано мне жало в плоть, ангел сатаны, удручать меня, чтобы я не превозносился. Трижды молил я Господа о том, чтобы удалил его от меня. Но Господь сказал мне: «довольно для тебя благодати Моей, ибо сила Моя совершается в немощи». И потому я гораздо охотнее буду хвалиться своими немощами, чтобы обитала во мне сила Христова. Посему я благодушествую в немощах, в обидах, в нуждах, в гонениях, в притеснениях за Христа, ибо, когда я немощен, тогда силен.”
‭‭Второе послание к Коринфянам‬ ‭12:7-10‬