I’m so tired of human wars; Never-ending holocaust; All the futures that are lost In a single blinding flash. Missiles raining from the sky. Buildings crumble, people die. Nobody questions why. Corporations count the cash. Local conflicts over oil. Blood … Continue reading
Posted in Hip Hop, Poems, Politics
Tagged conflict, global, Hip Hop, international, Lyrics, peace, Poem, poetry, Politics, war, world
A physicist with a world name
He couldn’t figure out the math.
The university had not paid scientist salaries for months.
Of the research assistants that he had
three left, one wound up dead.
There are riots on the streets each day. There are four hour lines for bread.
Equations blooming in his mind
are so precise and so right,
but he cannot afford to pay his bills. His wife cries every night. Continue reading
Posted in Literature and Writing, Russia - about Russian culture and Russian history - past and present, Updates
Tagged common people, iron curtain, life, Poem, poetry, political, prestroyka, russia, Russian, soviet
I am calling upon all my monsters and beasts out there, On the creatures that lurk, and the glittering eyes in the dark; There are few of us left, soon we will disappear forever. Well, at least we have lived … Continue reading
Dedicated to Denny I never gave up loving you, I buried you inside. I close my eyes and see the poplar trees … Continue reading
Posted in Updates
Tagged abkhazia, Berlin wall, civil war, collapse, Georgia, iron curtain, love, Poem, poetry, russia, soviet union, war
The fear had pecked a hole inside With its long pointed beak. My fists went limp – I couldn’t fight. My mouth wouldn’t speak. I saw a threat beneath each tree, Behind each closed door. I chained my will … Continue reading
I have been turned into a pillar of salt. The sky is coming down. It’s raining ambers. All around Are falling shards of our shattered world. Our city, our city burns. Our palisades succumb to hungry fires. Bodies light up … Continue reading
Я мечусь, как зверь за решеткой, бьюсь об прутья, пугая толпу. Ярость жидким металлом в глотке: “Отпустите, я так не могу!” Этот век, этот мир – все чужое. Всe равно я порву эту цепь, легендарной свистящей стрелою устремлюсь я в … Continue reading