6 стихов на русском и английском

In the Dark

A poem drifts through darkness space,
Its crafted lines, a fleeting trace.
Poet, work only for the space alone,
Because most "people" is a stone.



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Freedom of speech is the foundation
Of the world’s illusions—where is it now?
Once more, we face the chains of deception,
And with them, we've fallen to the depths somehow.



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Dreaming of the American Dream

“The Free World.” A pub. A rental home.
A fleeting shelter—your life’s frame.
A waitress, striving, yet alone.
For some, this dream’s the world’s acclaim.

Yet chains of slavery never slacken,
A truth the blind will not believe.
They cling to myths, their reason blackened—
The “free world” lie they won’t perceive.



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"The Golden Mean" for fools who grovel

Beer corrupts, as does the liquor,
Lies destroy, and “balanced figures”
Lost among a crowd of creeps—
Madness rules where darkness seeps.

True worth lies in deviation,
Breaking chains of degradation.
Global madness reigns supreme,
While villains call their rot the “mean.”

CowID exposed their fraud,
Wars ignited—gnats applaud.
Once again, the lies will gather,
"Healing", warring—does it matter?

Till they “heal” us into ruin,
Under tyrants’ thumbs pursuing
Nothing good, no path to glory—
Just grim years of sorrow’s story.

Only battle saves your soul:
Be yourself and take control.
Kill you, they might—but spirit’s whole.
In Sodom’s grip, this is the goal.

All else fades—a hollow chase,
A “life” that’s lost in petty waste.
You’ll reap dark karma, feed despair,
And turn the world into a lair.

We’re all to blame, each one complicit,
Through apathy, we make it explicit.
“To the golden mean!” they cheer—
Where beasts are made of those they jeer.



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Упал! Отжался! Пень попался...
Не надо в "армии" служить —
Свободным Духом важно быть!..




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С Новым годом, мама!
Но скажу я прямо:
Нового в нём мало,
"Счастье" коль пропало.

Вариант двух последних строк:
Нового в нём мало —
Доброта пропала.
 




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