A month, four weeks, now two, and soon i will be there.
I'll be with loved one for whom i so much care.
She knows that i am waiting, and she is waiting too.
The wait is something that the distance has required us to do.
Then there are the borders, there are studies, there are other plans.
The fucking money is there, of course, placing shackles on our hands.
The love, that sets me free, has showed me that i'm a slave.
I need the liberation now, i will not wait untill i reach the grave.
I crave for freedom, i rejoice with love, i need free love.
The feelings shown in soaps, the bosses up their ass can shove.

In world that is so cruel
      the love must be the only rule!

2008Dec07

Oh dear little girl, a cutey,
i have discovered what is beauty
because of you.
Life seems so new.
I love, i laugh, and i adore;
there's nothing like this in folk lore,
all metaphors for you are pale.
Our love does not run on the rail,
it's free, it's beautiful, it's ours.
With you millennia are hours,
but jubilees for us are seconds.
I do not want to beat the records
of length of love,
oh peaceful dove;
i only wish for joy of moment.
There'd be no sorrow and no torment
if each of us could learn and know the other,
let's push our love beyond constraints and farther.

Please love me now, and i'll love you,
the phrase so old, and yet so new.

2008Nov19

2008Nov04

2008Nov03

-Володя? Кто же это?
-Володя-это человек
-Какой же он?
-Не подобрать мне слов
-Он что, герой?
-О нет. Хотя он может и герой моей мечты и моих снов
-Ну опиши же мне его
-Зачем?
-Мне интересно знать
-Ну тогда слушай, ведь это трудно же на пальцах показать
Володя-великан
Но он не злой. Он нежен и заботлив
И крепок его стан
Да…Он силен и может чуточку застенчив.
Тебе случалось видеть жизнь на облаках?
-Нет
-Ну тогда ты это разберёшь в его глазах
Они прекрасны и полны любви!
-А что ещё ты можешь про него сказать?
-Сказать я многое могу сейчас. Но главное совсем другое.
-И что же это главное такое?
-А то, что чувство у меня к нему большое.
-И как же это чувство можешь ты назвать?
-А чувство это назову любовью!
-Что? Любовью? Мне слышится иль как?
-Нет не слышится. Я повторюсь пожалуй.
Но только выражусь немного по-другому
-И как же?
-Я скажу, что я люблю Володю!
-Ты, любишь?
-Да, люблю! И выражаю это по-иному!

2008-10-29

australia day is celebrated with a media orgy of sport and nonsense, augmented by fireworks and plenty of alcohol.

Tired of being overweight, the spam told me.
I have a small penis and an undersized breast.
The stock is sure to come up, but my hair will definitely be grey.
If i just take this pill, my partner will think me the best.

2007Nov28

Confession

I have a confession to make
      I am an Anarchist

I have a confession to make
      I want to be free and to be happy
      I wish for all the sentient beings to be free and happy too

I have a confession to make
      I will strive to liberate myself
      I will help others to liberate themselves
      I will never stop

I have a confession to make
      The question is why don't you make one

2007Nov23

I've recently found the ACLU podcast and there was Unabridged, which is a collection of poetry written and performed by Steve Connell and Sekou (tha misfit) for ACLU. I really find it interesting, so check it out.

Полит и К

Владимир Путин - �?то дурень,
Путин Вовка - идиот…
Свободу уничтожил в корень
�?о �?лёз об �?том он не льёт.
�?�
�?аш м�?р мо�?ков�?кий �?�?ть кретин.
Я про Лужкова буду ве�?ти речь…
Парад не разрешил он ни один
И тем фашиᛊᛊтам отдал меч.
�?�
Про патриарха у�?и�? Ру�?и, �?лёшку,
Тоже надо пару �?лов �?казать…
Он в�?ё проповедует понемножку,
�?е забыва�? пода�?њ�? брать.
�?�

2007Oct20

The Teacher

The teacher teaches
The student studies
       so what
The teacher reaches
The student shudders
       so what

the story is the teacher
the student is the story

2007Sep29

To the Parents of Mine

Вы �?волочи, уроды, гады,
�? умер�?ю в �?ердце, а вы рады
тому, что �? живу не�?ча�?тен.
�?о главное узнать, что день нена�?тен.

�?а�?рать вам на мен�?. Так �?рите,
но только голову мою, прошу ва�?, не ебите.
�? то от вашей ненави�?ти, в груди аж �?тонет,
и чув�?тво, что будто целый мир уж тонет.

Мне жалко ва�? в�?ех в�?ех порой бывает
и знаю, что �?удьба других больней ку�?ает.
Как жить мне надо, �? только у �?еб�? �?прошу,
хот�? вам хочит�?�?, �?амоубий�?твом жизнь не завершу.

2007Sep10

I find something someplace somehow
while doing something with someone
nowhere will nothing not be done now
none wonʼt undo the actions never done
While anyone can stand without any other
we see that anyone can run
since everyone is everybody's father
and everything is our son

2007Sep05

�?арод

Мы родили�?ь �?вободными рабами
�? умераем �?вободой порабощёнными
Мы учим�?�? наукам го�?удар�?твенным
Да �?уще�?твуем в научном го�?удар�?тве
Мы измер�?ем путь шагами
�?о не путёво мы шагаем
Мы продаём цветы за деньги
За то наш цвет не денежный
Мы шлём улыбки за границу
Теперь должны улыбица по-заграничному
Мы верим что мы передова�? держава
Так-как �?то телевизор перед нами держит
Мы твёрдо верили что парти�? - �?то �?ила
Вот в�?ё и не получает�?�? избавить�?�? от �?тих �?ильных
Мы первыми �?казали “Мать пор�?дка”
Что-ж, вот от правительно�?тной бе�?пор�?дочно�?ти и материм�?�?
Мы в �?ороковые наподдали наци�?там
Дл�? того чтобы поддать�?�? национализму
Мы как-нибудь �?оберём�?�? в�?ем людом Ру�?�?ким, непатриотиче�?ки
И избавим нашу землю от новых Ро�?�?ий�?ких патриотов

2007Sep04

Police No More

         �?адею�?ь что такой человек е�?ть.

�?е в�?ё-ж вз�?тки брать
    да людей избивать,
колечить, и бить,
    надо и жить.

Я решил уйти,
    добро �?тать не�?ти.
Буду анархи�?том
    вопреки фаши�?там.

Я взгл�?нул на го�?удар�?тво
    как на пре�?тупное брат�?тво,
и по�?вещаю жизнь мою
    помощи в�?ем на краю.

2007Sep03

And i'm still playing with the computer. Actually this is not trully a poem, but check it out non-the-less.

And now check out this “computer version” of the same poem.

To Hatemongerers

So Fucking What?

You can stop my discussion.
So fucking what!?

You can stop my discussion,
You can censor me on your website.
So fucking what!!?

You can stop my discussion,
You can censor me on your website,
You can kick me out of your building.
So fucking what!!!?

You can stop my discussion,
You can censor me on your website,
You can kick me out of your building,
You can complain about me to authorities.
So fucking what!!!!?

You can stop my discussion,
You can censor me on your website,
You can kick me out of your building,
You can complain about me to authorities,
You can accuse me of the crimes i didn't commit.
So fucking what!!!!!?

You can stop my discussion,
You can censor me on your website,
You can kick me out of your building,
You can complain about me to authorities,
You can accuse me of the crimes i didn't commit,
You can threaten to make my whole life full of shit.
So fucking what!!!!!!?

You can stop my discussion,
You can censor me on your website,
You can kick me out of your building,
You can complain about me to authorities,
You can accuse me of the crimes i didn't commit,
You can threaten to make my whole life full of shit,
You can spread your hatered-filled lies about my whole existance.
So fucking what!!!!!!!?

You can stop my discussion,
You can censor me on your website,
You can kick me out of your building,
You can complain about me to authorities,
You can accuse me of the crimes i didn't commit,
You can threaten to make my whole life full of shit,
You can spread your hatered-filled lies about my whole existance,
You can possibly if you try very very hard and very very long kick my fucking ass.
So fucking what!!!!!!!!?

This is a poem/song that i have found on as a part of the Revolution USA page.

Censor Me

Nudity and sex
Flash across your screen
Young and beautiful women
Get naked in another scene.

Mothers get together
Gonna picket and complain
“We need more censorship,
or someone's gonna pay!”

Explosions and gunshots
Flash across your screen
A man gets blown to bits and pieces
Can't you hear him scream?

Mothers get together
Gonna picket and complain
“We need more censorship,
or someone's gonna pay!”

A war breaks out across the sea
If flashes across your screen
This is real, this is death
This is what we've been kept from seeing.

Having sex is a part of life
A normal everyday scene.
And one day your kids will do it too…
So quit your high pitched screaming.

You can send your children off to war,
But you won't let them decide what to wear
Censorship is out of hand
When I can't buy a CD
Because there's too much swearing.

I can't watch a movie
If it has too much violence
But you can slap a gun in my hand
And go tell me to kill a man.

So I've got one thing to tell you now…
Fuck this damn shit!
I guess now you've got to censor this song.

Rape or Abortion?

What am i talking about?
       Rape or Abortion?

They cannot think!
I chose what i do!

What am i talking about?
       Rape or Abortion?

They are not really human!
I don't care what others think!

What am i talking about?
       Rape or Abortion?

They cannot know my reasons!
I know my reasons, however!

What am i talking about?
       Rape or Abortion?

They are just a collection of cells!
I have the right to feel good!

What am i talking about?
       Rape or Abortion?

Everyone is doing that!
Everyone hates me for that!

What am i talking about?
       Rape or Abortion?

2007Aug11

Here is another poem that i've found online. This is a jam on Feminism. Watch it on YouTube here

Пе�?енка Бездомных

Я �?ча�?тлив за то что живу, даже голодным,
Сердечко моё хочет бить�?�? в груди,
В любовь верю �?, дающую годы
�? порой только дни… а потом �?нова жди.

Случайные в�?тречи друзей, что на дорогах,
Смех и печали люблю, что позади,
В�?ё-ж мне не хватает порой тепла и порога
И веры что лучшее в�?ё ещё впереди.

2007Jul12

Identity of Woman

Родивши�?ь женщиной, живу как кл�?ча.
Родила�?ь женщиной, ну вот ведь незадача.
Зачем живу? Зачем �?традаю?
�? �?, меж прочим, тоже ведь мечтаю.
Мечтаю �? прожить в�?ю жизнь �?обою.
Вот только не получит�?�?… без бою.
�?о кому надо �? побоем �?воё �?.
Будь �? ментура иль �?удь�?,
      а �? - никто, �? - в�?ё, �? - �?.

2007Jul05

?Зачем

     или

Депре�?�?и�? Гебофила

?Зачем ве�?ь мир мен�? не любит
?Зачем не любит мир мен�?
?Зачем не любит мен�? мир
      ?�?е любит мир мен�? зачем

?Зачем ве�?ь мир мен�? не любит
?Зачем глумит�?�? надо мною

?Зачем мен�? мир ненавидит
?Зачем на�?илует порою

?Зачем, ответе мне, зачем
?Зачем объ�?т �? так то�?кою

?Зачем мне мир ве�?ь жить мешает
?Зачем врагов а не мен�? ла�?кает

?Зачем ве�?ь мир мен�? не любит
?Зачем отвержет он любовь от �?ердца

?Зачем, ведь �? хочу любить
?Зачем мне помощь, мне нужна любовь

?Зачем! ?Зачем!! ?Зачем!!! ?Зачем!!!!
?Зачем ве�?ь мир мен�? не любит

2007Jun24

Freecycle

No sollution through locution,
No promotion through comotion,
No food, no drink, no time to think.

But there is clearity in every charity,
And happiness is swift hidden in each gift,
And we are breaking cycle joining Freecycle.

2007Jun14

What Is?

There are poems that exist for the sake of existing
There are poems that are written for the sake of being writ
There are groups that exist without existing
There are groups that are very tightly knit

There is movement that challanges the actual challange
There is movement that talks about the talks
There are people that talk about the challange
I strive to write poems to challange the groups that just talk.

2007Apr29

Sigh

The way he eats
The way he breathes
The way he sleeps and weaps and greeds
The way
There is no way for him
There is no hymn
There'll be no thing
To get him use to to a dream
The dream that seams like thing of wym
The shiness makes him seem obscene
This is end to sceneless scene

2007Apr13

Anarchy is Not about

Anarchy is Not about being cool
Anarchy is Not about breaking stuff
Anarchy is Not about opposition
Anarchy is Not about repression of opposition
Anarchy is Not about the circles around A
Anarchy is Not about logos at all
Anarchy is Not about religion
Anarchy is Not about anti-religion
Anarchy is Not about being an asshole
Anarchy is Not about being nice
Anarchy is Not about being apathetic
Anarchy is Not about being pathetic
Anarchy is Not about one theory
Anarchy is Not about no theory
Anarchy is Not about legality
Anarchy is Not about crime
Anarchy is Not about sex
Anarchy is Not about no sex
Anarchy is Not about gender
Anarchy is Not about class
Anarchy is Not about age
Anarchy is Not about nation
Anarchy is Not about race
Anarchy is Not about calm

Anarchy is Not about Anarchy

2007Mar09

Shit

Война в Чечне, ну вот говно,
�? дерьма в Кремле много, но
Мы его не видем, �?мотр�? в наш теле�?щик,
Мы не видем как погибают маленька�? девочка да маленький мальчик.

2007Mar08

No!

or

Battle Cry for Freedom of All

Sex is not rape
Rape is not sex
Sex is always good
Rape starts with a ‘No’

Suffering is not pain
Pain is a fact of life
Life is always good
Choice stops with a ‘No’

Can’t take away freedom from all
Without losing it for self
Being free feels good
Say to the slavery ‘No’

Discrimination kills
But so does doing nothing
Partaking is ACTive is good
To slaving, enslaving - No

You can be Leftist and be a biggot
You can be Right wing and be a fool
Choice of r@dical is good
“Normal politics”? Huh? No.

Thinking is a need of living
Realising is a needless life
Enlightened person is good
Thoughtless confusion is a No

2007Mar02

Re: Shut Up

Censors Shushing Demanding Silence
SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Protectors Perceive Perversion in Speech
PEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

But love and kindness continue to teach

2007Feb10

Cycle

The hateful mass of people
i was one of them

The full of hatered people
are my karma

The massively hateful people
i have no grudge

The mass of people full of hate
but i still want to cry

2007Feb07

Downing Street Memo was discovered by me quite recently looking for radical poetry on LibSyn. It is posted on Solotramp's Podcast and all credit is due there.

Prescription Religion

If you're born like this
you must live like this
you must breathe like this
you must look like this
you can do like this
if you pray like this
but you get to bliss
if you dress like this
and you walk like this
and you talk like this
and your clothes are this
while you fuck like this
you can't dance like this
you must talk of peace
but you fight like this
you get killed like this
if you draw like this
if you paint like this
if you speak of this
or you write of this
if you aren't like this
we can talk of peace
but you must do this
and you can't do this
or we kill for peace
to preserve all this
for the time of bliss
because we need this
whether you want this
or you don't want this
we demand all this
while believing this
while assenting this
while rejecting this
while opposing this
we are all like this
   we are all like this
      we are all like this
         we are all like this
            we are all like this
               we are all like this
                  we are all like this
...

2007Jan14

Revolution Time

Revolution
    Tomorrow
        Five o´clock
            Sharp!

2007Jan03

Resolution

One more revolution
and still no revolution
and no ‘resolution’
will bring resolution
but only pollution
        of mind.

I will be stronger
to keep going stronger.
Revolt won´t wait longer,
        do mind!

I will make the sound
my reasons are sound
this world isn´t bound
to hierarchical ground.
To earth i must ground
the world all around
all those that are crowned
        will mind.

However,
with cleaver
and bravest endeavour
will all regain for forever
        our mind.

2006Dec31

This is a poem i found on Velvel on National Affairs. Any radical enjoying poetry will surely appreciate this.

To Jesusist

All who disagree are anti-Christs
Proclaimed the Christian

The question is within perspective
`Coz none of us can be objective
We ask that you don't spread distortion
But this of course begain comotion

I hate the faggots, love the Jesus
Proclaimed the Christian

The people calmly disagreed
At least all those who have been freed
From chains of Jesusist distortion
But this of course began comotion

The niggers must be shipped away
Proclaimed the Christian

The persons said that it's offencive
And many have become defencive
To much of Jesusist distortion
But this of course began comotion

The raped are rapists in disguise
Proclaimed the Christian

Now “This is stupid!” people shouted
No more was idiocy doubted
Of rudest Jesusist distortion
But this of course began comotion

All who disagree are anti-Christs
Proclaimed the Christian

FUCK OFF, ASSHOLE!!!!!!

2006Jun07

I Want

I want front row seats for the world of tomorrow
I want them today, it will not wait till later
I want to know joy, i want to stop sorrow
I want to have world till it can be no greater

2006Jan28

Pain Fool

To fuckhead who invented razor wire,
All my dispisal goes to you right now.
I wish you pain of all the poor people
Who finished their lives in pain you did create.

The pain was physical not only,
Of mental pain i'm speaking also here.
It's painful to consider that the boarders
Have been created partially by you.

It pains me to imagine people
Who live their lives while seeing sky through bars
And under sky they see the painful picture
Of wire that repels one through the pain.

You painlessly accepted tyrants reasons
You've taken order to deliver pain.
To finish this unhappy painful poem
I say: go fuck yourself i think of you no more.

2005Nov19

Венерин Чай

Чай дорогой, налитый в чашку,
Тебе хочу �?ейча�? �?казать
Что был разлит ты не �?лучайно
�? дл�? великого в�?его

Ты - дар в�?ему что е�?ть на �?вете,
Гор�?чим чув�?твам во �?ердцах.
Из-за теб�? любовь не �?тынет
�? бьёт на мир как ты на мышь.

Ты ревно�?ть убери от �?ел�?
Коль можешь, �?делай �?то ты
Ведь жизнь вез ей будет прекра�?ней
Любовью-же будет полна.

2005Oct28

End of the Beginning

In loneliness i sit alone,
however, fear i am not afraid
i look with my eyes removed
i worked a lot but was not paid
and hopelessly i gain my hope
i’m walking forward to return
to time of timeless free and joy
i feel as real as a toy
to no one something i can say
but having said that we are one
in light i’m walking with the candle
but put sunglasses after day
god damn it, i do not believe in god
but pure love i hate to see
as being thing of nonexistance
i’m passive in my own persistance
illogically to find deduction
the proof i seek that’s based on faith
and nobody can will give me body
for my most humblest of demands
the poem that began like this now ends

2005Sep06

Пoдземелье

�? не хoчу жить бoльше в мраке
�? не хoчу �?традать oдин
увидеть жизнь �? в�?ю желаю
найти �?еб�? внутри неё

тo�?кoю �?ердце мoё нoет
чтo прoживаю ча�? за днём
как �?ерый вoлк уже без �?таи
как таракан �?редь муравьёв

нo �?вет �?труит�?�? через щелку
как адуванчик буду лезть
прoбью дoрoгу чтoбы пo�?ле
та щель была бoльшoй дырoй

2005Sep01

Looking Back at the Future

The day when sex becomes unsexy
The night that comes with morning light
I wonder wandering of magic
That has become as dull as knife

I hear silence screaming softly
I gaze at aura of black hole
Eye loses sight of ray of darkness
Exploding inwards in reverse

The ordered chaos saddens pleasure
The zed becomes before the a
All memories of the forgotten
Are written in the speechless text

We all are talking with the silence
We make the progress moving back
No chance of ever being certain
Because the future starts today

2005Apr26

The Fashion

I have misunderstood my own desire
I looked in life but at atire
I placed myself within empire
And spent time crying day and night
I missed the joy and the delight
Of catching loving person’s sight
I only saw what should be seen
To all the different being mean
And now i have but lonely scene
      of me.

2005Apr03

Uniqueness

Some might agree,
Some disagree,
But so far… `s far as i can see
There never was, and `ll never be
In hights of sky or depth of see
The one who is at all like me.

And i’ll tell you, my dear friend,
Go search until you reach the end,
Throgh all the time, through all the land.
Entire life in search you’ll spend
But your uniquness won’t offend.

2005Jan29

Metallica

Fuck Metallica, motherfuckers
Forgot the art of writing for people
Lost the incentive of playing for pleasure
Suing the innocent fans who love them
Labeling sharing as theft and murder
Sucking the cock of all-mighty dollar
Raping the poor to reach the glory
Fuck their agents and fuck their concerts
Fuck the CDs and fuck tape recordings
Fuck them, i need their music no longer
Fuck, kill em all, they are no unforgiven.

2004Nov02

* * *

Rocking back and forth forever
Living now, while dying never
Rocking back and forth on stick
Never tired, never sick
Rocking back and forth with smile
Not once losing my own style
Back and forth i’m rocking now
Don’t ask why or where or how

2004Nov01

Reality

There is no without
Just my imagination.
Welcome to my dream

2004Oct28

Love Lost

or

Through Association

Desire
Cut my thoughts
Fuck
Mind racing
Love
Loneliness deserved
Smell
Imagination hurts
Speak
Listen to oneself
Fear
Future unsertain
Luck
Victory is happiness
Smut
Masturbating for peace
Sex
No repeating of self
Light
Dying in your sleep
Video
Forgetting importance
Poetry
Representing repressed
Saga
Story just began
Cell
Pacing as a tiger
Cold
Staring in eyes
Mild
Nothing exists
Pole
Direction unknown
Door
Invitation received
Pound
Dog or a boss
Maze
Neither left nor right
Cream
Life is too short
Girl
See number one
Ear
Tired and angry
Her
What is there to say?

2004Oct23

?-!

i ask you
why did it have to be like this
what have i said, what did i miss
why have this love gone one direction
why were you scared of affection

i tell you
i did not wish to hurt you ever
what i have done was not too clever
but was all true, i didn't lie
when you felt something, so did i

i beg you
do not accuse me of accusing
do not tell me that i was using
what you have told to me of you
and do accept all done as true

2004Sep26

Demand of Anark

Give us Free
And hand us nothing
That is all i have to say

You and Me
Between us nothing
But our hearts full of dismay

2004Sep04

Бред

Запах мочи и богатых духов
По улице шёл, та что залита кровью.
Стрел�?ют �?обак, загон�?ют волков…
�?икто не �?традает любовью.
Овец не хватает, но полно па�?тухов,
Хватает торгующих болью;
�?а каждом рабу по пол �?отни оков,
�? раны за�?ыпаны �?олью.

2004Sep03

* * *

Кретины в�?е учител�?
Что разговаривают громко
Снуют туда-�?юда без толка
Поют, танцуют тру-л�?-л�?

Они-ж и �?ами ведь не знают
То, что они препадают
В�?егда они что-то �?уют
В�?егда о чём-то так болтают

2004Aug23

Liberal

Я пр�?мь как алфавитный указатель в �?ловаре
Сижу, пишу в �?воей �?обачьей конуре
Я очень мудр и очень много знаю
И по ночам �? ча�?то вы�?око летаю
Я жил в�?егда и буду жить везде
�?ужд у мен�? много, е�?ть одна в еде
Друга�? в поче�?т�?х, а трети�? в поклонах
По�?ледн�?�?-ж нужда в блаженных �?тонах
�?е нужно �?ча�?тье мне, нужны мне лишь награды
Чтоб подчин�?ли�?ь мне в�?е тоуны, в�?е грады
Хочу �? вла�?твовать над в�?ем что е�?ть люд�?кое
И даже править �?ам волнами из прибо�?
�? флаги �? вывешиваю гордо
Пока кра�?ны ладони… да и морда

2004Aug18

* * *

I feel as if i’m drowning
Can almost taste the water
      I don’t know why.

I told you that i love you
You didn’t even reply
      I don’t know why.

I would make you happy
Now i feel broken
      I don’t know why.

I didn’t want to play games
But that is all you wanted
      I don’t know why.

You misunderstood my honesty
Thought i was being a fool
      I don’t know why.

Now life will go on
The way it always did
      I don’t know why.

2004Aug08

You

You are the sweetness in the morning
You are the twitch of heart at night
You make me swear through the moaning
You make me only feel delight
You seem the sweetest girl existing
You seem like no one ever will
You have the strength, need for resisting
You have the calmness to stay still
You own the power of empires
You own yourself and don’t want more
You are the girl of my desires
You are the girl that i adore

2004Aug08

Circumference of Love

I'm happy, sad, depressed and anxious;
In heart my love’s becomming vicious.
My love for you creates the pain
I feel as if i live in vain.
You love me not, at least you care little,
My whole existance goes through neck of bottle,
I feel i hope, i think i shouldn’t.
No thing i’ve done i wish i didn’t.
If you were here, i’d talk all night
Confessing love to you all ways i might.
But you are far away from here.
And if you are happy there
Then i’m happy here
      standing
      staring
            in the
            center of the
                  circle of love,
                  My Love.

2004Jul31

Toy Love

I love and want to be loved
I care and wish to be cared for
But i think you see me as a toy
One you play with and throw away
Your care for me has conditions
And your love is full of limitations
But, no matter what, i love you
Even if it hurts

2004Jul25

Ба�?н�? про Кошку

Прикинувши�?ь мёртвой, лежит на полу
Больша�? ленива�? кошка
Зачем, почему, �? пон�?ть не могу
Стоит перед нею матрёшка
�? может она не �?лучайно лежит
�?е �?ме�? дрогнуть даже ухом
�? ночью она получила бронхит
Упала бедн�?жечка духом
Матрёшку-ж она вз�?ла по утру
Что-б было чуть-чуть ве�?елее
Смотреть как мышата бегут в конуру
Как птички поют в�?ё �?ильнее

Мораль �?той ба�?ни про�?та�? �?ов�?ем
�?е �?мейте печалить�?�?, дети
Тот, кто кричит тебе “Я теб�? �?ъем”
Сам будет за �?то в ответе.

2004Jul23

Oxymorons

Rape for Rape
Eye for Eye
System greatfully smiles

War for Peace
School for Thought
Government blissfully slaughters

2004Jul23

Emotional Roller-Coaster at Night

Nocturnal happiness through pain
I’m feeling happy while i hurt
I feel that all i do in vain
The joy i feel while eating dirt
I’m driving, cannot change the lane
From scream the whisper only comes
I’m going mad and feel insane
My heart warms up, my reason numbs
The clock, the ticking i can hear
Things i disliked i show the thumbs
My enemy i call “My dear”
I feel so hungry, but eat crumbs
To all i know i don’t feel near
The knowledge makes me look like fool
To things i go to i feel fear
To fix my mind can’t find tool
My own reflection’s changing now
Change comes and goes without a rule
Submit i won’t, but i can bow
The world inside me looks so cruel
I field-happiness must plow
Seeds of the joy cannot be found
I’m feeling calm and raise the brow
The square looks as if it’s round
I cannot speak of this, but talk
Noise in my head starts making sound
All that i want this night is walk
One that does not possess a bound

2004Jul16

* * *

I want to tell you
Tell you how much i love you
I want to tell you
How much i want to tell you how much i love you

My confession keeps playing in my mind
Like a bad Britney Spears song
When it gets stuck in the head
And nothing can get it out

I’ve attempted to say it out loud
In Russian, English, and even Swahili
(Which i do not know)
Just in case if it sounds better in one of them

I’ve tried to invent a language of love
Just so that i can teach it to you
And then spend the rest of my life perfecting it
By making confessions to you every day

I’ve written letters
Which will never get sent
And songs
Which never will get sung

I’ve practiced it standing, sitting, laying
Even walking, running (and soon swimming)
And i'm thinking about restarting my yoga
So that i can get on my head and tell you my feelings

I’ve replayed all the possible responses
That you can ever even emagine
So when i will actually say it
You won’t be able to surprise me with anything

I’ve told you how much i love you
In my nightmares and wet dreams
And no matter what response you gave me
I loved those nights, just because you were in my dreams

I’ve imagined calling you and confessing
By talking to you
By leaving messages on your answering machine
And by asking your friends to write down my confession to give to you

In my dreams i’ve confessed everything
After me calling you, after you calling me
After somebody has put us in the three way conversation
And i’ve just happen to be talking about you

I’ve said it crying and laughing
Telling a joke and a ghost story
Screaming and wispering it in your ear
I’ve even thought of making a graffiti on some really tall building

But no matter what
It is not as good
As me really saying it
So here it comes…

2004Jul16

Love and Sadness

Insanity of love has hit me on the head
From then i had some times i wished me dead
The symbols: yin and yan in my own realm have wed
My heart, which until then was cold, has bled
My mouth, which spoke rage, the words of love have said
My eyes from all the sleepless nights have become red
My mind through the maze of feelings sped
Your image to the place that’s not, me led

Love can bring happiness. Why i become so sad?

2004Jul16

Family Vacation

Passport visa and hotel
That is all i have to tell
Of the tourism
Of the travel
Hoped they it would sure unravell
Their own prism
Of perseption
They laid down at conseption
At the split
From all the life
Little husband, little wife

2004Jul04

What is Love

Love is suffering
When goes one way
It is happiness and bliss
When is returned

Love will hurt
When one completes the other
It will please and relax
When both are already complete

Love can destroy
When coupled with attachment
It can give birth and nurture
When given with no expectation

2004Jun28

God and Messiah

But i have asked of all to love,
      not follow;
I’ve asked all to be happy,
      not to preach.
If only knew i that i’d be
      so shallow
I wouldn’t let myself let
      them to teach
Each other of all forms of
      domination,
Which lets the demons out
      in the night.
I would not care to take sides
      when nation after nation
Has tried to kill in humans
      clear sight
Of things that are, will be,
      before now.
I’d show them all
      with not a sound
That they’ve created me
      with simplest of bows
And that to liberation
      they are bound.

2004Jun23

I

I am not god,
Nor am a devil.
I am just me,
And am myself.
That’s all i am,
That is forever.
I can be happy,
Sad might be;
But always,
Always i’ll remain
Completely self,
Not more or less than
Myself. Myself i want be.
And will be
Always i myself.
If you believe
I will be better
With different mind
Different thought;
I ask of you
Forgive me better,
And let me go.
And go alone
I will in search
Of what i am now.
For i don’t know
What am i? Who?
What is the purpose?
Where is heaven?
I wish to know,
To know it now.
I want to know
What now will bring me.
I want to see
Myself as i
Create new life…
What form
No matter.
With form or formless,
I don’t mind.
I’d love to see
My life forever
In past and future
Now and then
Forever infinite in time;
In space, no matter.
I don’t want god,
Nor do i want be.
I am myself…
You see it now?

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2004Jun09

I am a Rock

It’s not the love that hurts,
It is possession.
But happiness will not
Become procession
Of dreams that are
And dreams that will be;
It can be horrible to live
In world of maybe.
Possession hurts
And love rejoyces;
I’ve heard that said by
Thousand voices
Within my head
And all without.
But why i ask
I needed shout
To wake me up
From my deep sleep
From my emotion
Empty weep.
I needed warmth,
But had just coldness;
I wanted growth
While feeling dullness.
I felt entrapped
I’m feeling needless.
Both ways the mind
Being seedless.
But joy can come
To rock or island
That’s willing to
Stop being silent.

2004Jun07

Peace and Love

A chance for happiness that went 'Bye Bye'
My freedom went and peace of mind.
I love, i feel, i scream and shout;
For first of times… without a doubt.
Of all i wronged i ask forgiveness,
And all i want is calm and stillness,
I want still mind and warm heart
To share joys and pains and art.
But mind’s racing into nowhere,
I can’t go up and can’t go lower;
I’m stuck between myself and i;
I don’t want life… nor wish to die
My wishes may be coming true,
If love will be where no one knew
It can exist – In me for you.

2004Jun04

* * *

�?ету нету коммунизма,
�?ет ра�?�?изма, шувинизма,
�?ет буддизма, мазохизма,
�?ет прокл�?того фашизма,
�?ету!
               �?ету ни ху�?!

Суще�?твует мо�? вол�?,
Мо�? �?уть и мо�? дол�?
Жить таким,
               какой е�?ть �?!

2004May20

Nigger

People get killed every day.
                              Somebody is called a “Nigger”
Wars are started.
                              Somebody is called a “Nigger”
Children as starved by the rich.
                              Somebody is called a “Nigger”
My friend has to leave the state, because he's scared of gaybashing.
                              Somebody is called a “Nigger”
One out of five females are raped before 14 years of age
                              Somebody is called a “Nigger”
More than one half of african population has HIV/AIDS
                              Somebody is called a “Nigger”
Slavery is second only to drug trade
                              Somebody is called a “Nigger”
Prison population grows past two million in the states
                              Somebody is called a “Nigger”
While THEY are preparing for the next battle
                              We wage the war against the word.

2004Apr28

Баллада (котора�? могла-бы быть любовной)

Стандартный привет
И �?тандартный ответю
Любовь, злоба, боль
Свидены в�?е на нет.

Я знаю ты хочешь,
И �? ведь хочу.
Я в�?ё �?то вижу
И в�?ё-же молчу.

Молчу не от лобы,
И боль не мо�?
Молчу… �?! Ещё-бы.
В�?егда молчал �?.

Молчать буду завтра;
�? так-же потом
�?е будет �?емьи
�?е найду �?ебе дом.

Семь�? — �?то злоба,
Больна ведь любовь.
Хочу чтобы в венах
Текла мо�? кровь,

Чтоб �?ердце �?тучало
Ритмично, как надо.
�?у вот, не любовна�?
Вышла баллада.

2004Apr22

Addiction

Religion is addictive,
That´s why it must be kicked;
If one won´t be selective
The human race is tricked.

Religion will confuse all,
Lock minds with no bail.
But cancer can´t control all,
So thinking will prevail.

2000Dec10

Astrophysics

There is infinite number of universes,
every possibility is played out.
I´m here to ensure
   that is one
reaches it´s logical conclusion...
Anarchy.

2001Feb17

Confused Dictionary

What is “chaos”? And what is “order”?
Which would like to set a border?
Isn´t government a chaos,
Sending armies to enslave us?
Isn´t anarchy an order,
Freeing an from judge´s... “order(?)”?
Open dictionary, look,
“Order” means the life on hook,
Life in slavery and sadness,
Life without human kindness
Like in germany ‘n year forty,
With none silly, gay, or naughty.
Dictionary lies, i say!
Either that or we all may
Say that christians´re all good,
Or that “black” are dumb and lewd.
So don´t trust books to define
Words that you should know so fine
Through their usage every day;
By the way
      look up a “day”.

2001Dec25

Connection

There was a king´s daughter…
Or was it a queen´s son…
Well, it doesn´t matter,
There have not been one

Of the simple people,
Of the poor folk,
Of the “black”, or crippled
Who had lived a little
And who didn“t croak

From this son´s (or daughter´s)
“Sane” approach to life:
“It´s my land, i bought her.
So it´s good to slaughter
All the wild life.”

Wild? Where´s the connection?
Here it is, i say.
Ones in this direction
Soon come with the question:
“Can´t i humans slay?“

2001Dec22

Dialog With Hate.

You ask “Where are you from?”
I say “It doesn’t matter.”
You say that i’m “white”,
I yell “Hell, No!”
“Then what are you?”
“I am race traitor,”
I proudly proclaim
Giving the hate death blow.
You look at me
Attempting to see better
If i’m “mud people”,
Homo... but you know
That never will i like
A thing far better,
Than hearing you spit
All the slurs you know.

2002Jun07

The Dreamings

This poem is
dedicated to the
inevitable fall of
all governments
Revolution within revolution,
That is the only solution.
For us to protect
Without regret
The things we will get
While we create evolution.

Are we able at all
To gain the control
Without the role
Of system, and state,
Which we all so hate?
I hope i’m not late.

There is water and glass,
There is union and class...
And then there are persons and atoms
These are the things at the bottom
Without ‘em
There is no... us!

2002May08

Her

She is so low and is so great;
She loves to argue through the late;
Opposes she the heaven, hell, and earth;
She will and will not show her worth;
She wakes up early, late, on time;
She rhymes with not a single rhyme;
She sleeps awaken, walks asleep;
She´s talking calmly while she weeps;
She does her thinking in a race
What can be calmer than a chase;
She is so low and is so great;
If you love her you tempt you fate.

2002May02

Humouresque

(aka Hide and Seek)

Now renowned
soon-be-found
very round
bored clown
jumps around
with no sound.

If he´s found,
and he´s bound,
he´ll be drowned
and redrowned
`coz he´s round
and a clown.

Now astounded
he goes down
`till the ground
in the brown
very round
lake we found
on campground.

As we sound
song around
of our round
very drowned
happy clown,
who was drowned
and redrowned
(now he´s browned)
in the round
very brown
lake we found
on play ground,
we were found
`coz of sound
by big brown
grizzly bear.

2002Jun07

IWW

Let´s make this planet good to live
Where life and happiness you give,
Where no one ever forced to grieve,
Where you yourself your mind weave,
Where what was lost you may retrieve,
Where new ideas we conceive,
Where you may take and you may give,
Where rhymes you hear of Jah-Liv,
Where peace and joy and glory live.

Let´s make this planet good to live.

2002May12

* * *

Looking out of the window
i see snowflakes falling.
Some fall slowly,
some go faster.
But then there are few,
just very few,
that slam in my prison window.
They are not mainstream,
and they don´t talk either;
they must really hate this window.
It’s blocking their path of travel
toward the ground under this slave-house.
Oh, my precious dear snowflakes,
i want to break this window, too.
Oh, how much i´d love that.
I thank you for doing all you can
i´m doing my part, too.
You are martyrs, my fellow snowflakes,
you´re martyrs (every one of you);
because of what you do,
and how you do so.
You die in the process,
you melt,
you sacrifice your life and body,
yet you´re more alive than most.
Like the Chipko warriors,
dying you help one
not of your kind,
but yet more like you
thank some might notice.
I will always remember you.

2002Feb17

Lost and Found

I have been born myself,
The rest i have been taught.
I learned i had the history
When i was very young.

I think i was of species
Who ruled entire Earth;

I was told i had a race
And should be proud of it;

I heard of nationality
Which guided who i was;

I learned that i was Citizen
And was obliged to serve;

I noticed i had gender
That gave me yet more rules;

I was given sexuality
To complement the sex;

I was forced into age
That somehow changed each year;

I also got intelligence
Represented by numbers;

I guessed i had a class
According to some theories;

I later picked the status
Provided by the codes;

I chose an occupation
That i was forced to have.

I found all those things
That made me very lost,
So i just lost them all
To find me in now.

2002May28

Man Who Ordered Fire

The crazy man who ordered fire
Fell on the ground with a smile
For he alone had taught this world
To use more reason, less the sword.
With eyes wide open he looked at
The dumb fat faces of firing squad
Ordered faces to aim to
Shot his heart right through.

Fire!

2001Feb17

Mo(u)rning

Late at night or early morning
There´s no sound, but the mourning
For all those who´ve gotten killed.
Sad to think that someone willed
Bomb the persons `coz bin Laden
Used to train his troops around them.
Sad to know that no one thought
That preserve all life he ought.
Every person has to live!
Either that or we all give
Ourselves a deadly sentence.
If we live past adolescence
All must live or all will die,
This my friend, is not a lie.

2001Oct08

Not One of Us

There never has been single day
For fellow human not to say
“Why do i have to live like this?
And when will i receive my piece
                                of happiness?”

The tyrants only lived to date,
No peon had received good fate.
The Circled A must change it all,
To help all humans not to fall
                                In stupidness,

In dumbness of today´s republic
Which sees no humans only public,
`Coz it's the only real way
Through which republic can create
                                obidience.

Some day, however, it must stop,
And tyrants will be made to cut
All humans loose of their chains
Imprisoned must no one remain,
                                not one of us!

2001Mar14

Patton

What a great general was Patton,
Blacks, he thought, can do but cotton,
He thought that germany was right
Holding on white male´s might.

He said, “we fight with wrong kind,
Every man (but jew and blind)
Sees that russians are the problem.
Russian bastards, go without them.

We should fight slavs with the german”
Patton said to all his foremen
(Who were captured nazi soldiers
And knew how to obey orders).

He would not respect the weak,
Smart, or persons who would speak
Ans own mind `n front of Patton
(Who thought “blacks” should do the cotton).

He was afraid of open-mindedness,
Or just simple human kindness
To another human being.
Patton wanted only seeing

Himself as reincarnations
Of the generals of nations
Such as sparta, spain, or rome;
While he´s making self a throne

Made of human sacrifices
(Which should cleanse himself of vices
Such as racism, sins like murder)...
Talk of him we will no further,

All the generals are evil,
Some can hide it by appeal
To the nationalism of people.
Now i hope i´ve made it simple.

2001Dec25

Prison Survival

One, and two, and one, and three;
Who can live like this? Not me.
Four, and five, and four, and six;
I´m so tired of these tricks.
Seven, eight, and seven, nine;
Whose this “palace” is? Not mine.
Ten, eleven, ten, and twelve;
Inmate slowly kills himself.
Thirteen, fourteen, thirteen... stop;
Half of them have done no rap.

2001Mar15

Prison Survival

No one can survive in here;
If you stay, your death is near,
Even if your body lives
System to your mind gives
Nothing that´ll keep you strong
Only “proof” that you´ve done “wrong”.

That they know will faster kill you
      Than allow you to rebel,
Only thing for which they need you
      Is your mind put for sell.

Biggest lie´s that you´re imprisoned
          Justly,
          Costly,
For a reason.

You survive by running out
Of these walls... without
            Being found.
            Shout
            Loud
                “Freedom!”

2001Aug06

* * *

This poem is dedicated
To my arguments with M Best

Racism…
It is bad…

Regime Has a Dream

Let me censor
Let me kill
Let me force on
    You my will
Let me punish
    Let me rape
Give me strength to
    “Concentrate”
I will come for
    Them at first
Just to numb my
    Evil thirst
After that i
    Will proceed
Spreading on my
    Ismic seed
Blacks and jews i
    Kill `til dead
Rest will be so
    Eas´ly lead
Then i´ll get on
    Muslim folks
Or on those… with
    Funny talks…
And now watch out
    Here i come
Top ten wanted
    You become

2002Feb07

* * *

Religion stops the thinking mind,
The mind that´s so hard to find.

2000Dec13

Scape Goat

In the forest through the woods
Run, the prisoners, run.
Guards aren´t afraid to shoot
Through your hearts with the gun.
Air smells much better here
In the forest, with little sun.
Maybe it´s `coz we are now more free.
Run, exprisoners, run.
Freeing them will help us fight,
For system lost another one.
Free just one and give all might
To make the world where none must run!

2001Aug03

* * *

The guards yelled a slur or two
and acted as if they were to
divide and conquer; simple thing,
but cornered they were in the ring,
`coz no one sided with the nazis.
Of course there were no paparazzis,
revolt would not be televized,
so cops could still play victimized.
The broken chairs, glass and cells
all proved that pigs were then in hell…
Or, wait a second, cells were places
where thirty guards marched with maces
then yelled at persons, cuffed them up,
and beat, mistreat `em, strapped them up.
I would imagine fascists would
escape the “hell”, if fucks just could;
not run too happily inside.
My proposition is they lied.
They lied, like fuckers always do,
the question is though: what will you
perform to stop this Turner-Heaven
I say you should donate all seven
days of each week to stop and break
discriminations in you … for your sake.

2002May30

* * *

There is a day
When no one may
Say that it can be worse.
And for that time
There is no rhyme
Through which to show remorse.
I'm sorry that
I was born not
Ten thousand years in past,
Then i could change
The ruthless age
When system had gained trust.

2001Apr30

To My Judge

Hello, fellow creature,
How goes all up there?
You tell me, as preacher,
That “justice” is near.

You tell me “exploited”
I my fellow men.
I ask you how that can
Be action at hand.

You'll go to your house
And close shut your door,
`Coz thinking about us
You want to no more.

On your feet are Nikes,
Made by enslaved children.
You'll chose to forget these
Kids, you are not ner them.

By buying your rich cars
You're enslaving again,
And i am behind bars,
You think you “free” man.

Today i will be brave
And rise truly free.
I tell you, bececome slave
by imprisoning me.

I'm free in my mind,
Your mind is locked.
Come on, stop the lying!
You still can come back.

2001Jun05

To the President

No one remembers the judge of Socrates
Nobody knows the executioner of Spartacus.
No person cares about Malcolm X's assassin.
Nor about one who shot MLKing Jr.

So let me tell you something George Jr.
When you'll die, don't be expecting us
To even remember who you were.

2002Jan24

To the World

You come up here
And you've gathered a croud.
You demand to be free
To be honored and proud.
You'd like a solution
You want an assistance.
We all have our problems,
But judged from the distance
It looks as we fight ourselves
Within movement,
With so little of chance
For any real improvement;
Blacks fight hispanics,
Borht fight the Jews,
Then come the immigrants,
     then there are buddhists,
     terrorists, youngsters (or old)
     anarchists, communists, gays…
     and so it is told
That system will kill everyone
And later (when all else is done)
It will come for me… or for you…
So what is that that we shall do?
I say we unite
And show ourselves solidarity
Only then we can fight
To change this gory reality
Fight for your freedoms,
Not for the rights!
Which are for slaves
And be taken they might.

* * *

Turn tv on, watch the news,
Nothing's on there, but abuse.
This abuse supports the state,
Teaches all around me hate.
People bomb those who did not
Cause this system hurt us, but
Those who “harbored” others, who
Thought that this world can `come new
Through destroying human lives
(They `jacked four planes with their knives
With no thought about the people
Who `till then had known so little…).
But enough of this! The State
Caused thouse actions be, not fate,
Not bin Laden, nor the East;
They cannot just not exist.
What is there to do? you ask.
Change is not a simple task,
Now there is but only way
To stop night and to start day.
And that way's world revolution,
One and ultimate solution.
Get to arms and start the fighting!
Nothing will be as exciting
As achieving final goal,
When no state has the control
Over human lives… at all!

2001Sep18

UHF

I
I               be            I
You             be            You
An              be            An
They            be            We

Unity though Individuality
leads to Freedom
which leads to Happiness.

Happiness without Freedom
means Nothing,
like cup with no water
when thirsty.

II
To be happy
you must be
free to be happy.

To be free
you must be
happy to be free.

Unity is part
and composite
of freedom and happiness.

2002Jul26

* * *

We are always wrong,
Never right.
Think about it!
If we are ever right
We stop, and that's wrong.
Please be strong
And think about it.

2002May08

When Gendarme Sleeps

or

From the Editor

When gendarme sleeps
      we write
      we fight
            for the right
      to write.
And that's the only way, my brother,
      and there can never be no other.
I’d rather
      die than see a day
      when censorship will have the way
to silence people and kill them dead
      for that, my friend,
            will be the end
of all that's under our sun.
Poems, please do continue to come.

Why

Need to know a thing? Ask “Why”.
Reasons will tell you no lie.
Your own reason will provide
View of problem's every side.

2001Jan08

Every Day

Каждый день 911
В �?фгани�?тане,
Голодные дети плачут,
То�?куют по маме.

Каждый день 911
В Ираке,
Где режим находит�?�?
Со Штатами в браке.

Каждый день 911
�?а Пали�?тине,
В�?е там мрут
Так как лидер не �?ильный.

2002Sep21

2003Feb04

Every Day

Every day is 9-11 in Afghanistan.
Some are rich, some are rebels, some bum.
These bums, rich and rebels feel pain just the same
As those in Bahamas, Zaire or Spain.

Every day is 9-11 in Iraq,
Bush… Hussein… there's no different track
To raise the children, to eat and drink.
No time for laughter and no time to think.

Every day is 9-11 in Palestine.
Some even kill others who dine,
You might, too; if you'd not have a reason to live,
Nowhere to feel happy or greave.

2002Sep21

* * *

From prison to prison
The student exchange,
With no sence or reason
They just change the cage.

2001May

GNC
         or Freedom in Slavery

Put on GNC list
Just 'coz you did insist
That you're a person and
The pigs must understand
This very simple fact…
For your self you were fucked
By dumb and stupid pig
Who thinks that you must dig
      he is imperior
      and you're inferior.
            Look at exterior
      of this prison!
      I see no reason
      (except for treason
      to anarchism
            [thoughts we are born with]
      )
      For System not to breathe
      Nerve gas of our freedom…
      That is very seldom
      For us all to be free
            for
you to be
            you, me be me
Except for GNC
When we’ve no things to lose
And are all free to chose
                              Anarchy!

2002Jul26

Hurrah to Homosexuality

Without homosexuality
We would not have the differences
On which to base equality,
And quality
Of our life
Would shrink.

2003Jan29

* * *

If US state
is trully great,
we should together masturbate
(with US flag
as porno mag).

2002Sep13

Luke Warm Brain Salad

      (w/o eggs or gravy)

There are no species.
There is no race;
There is no honor.
Just discrase.

All discriminations
                  falsely
Stop the revolutions
                  costly.

Families don’t bore, but kill.
Governments don’t know our will.

2001Oct12

Meaning of Anarchy.

No forced groups,
No hierarchies;
That’s the meaning
Of anarchy.

You believe
What you desire;
There’s no boss, no god,
No sire.

2001Jul31

* * *

�?ам не нужно чемпионов
из Правкома Ком�?омола,
что та�?кают флаг Совет�?кий
и, как члены голо�?уют
за �?оздание Союза;
и ЦК КПСС…
также не нужны фашы�?ты
под любыми именами,
они тверд�?т, что лезбианки
должны �?ек�? хотеть «обычный»,
чтоб детей побольше было,
только �? �?ильным парнем ру�?�?ким.
Что нам нужно, �?то вол�?
(её мы знаем как �?вобода)
так как мы в�?е анархи�?ты,
революци�? нужна нам
(разрушенье го�?удар�?тва
и от�?ут�?твие религий
и так далие и т.п.)

RATM

How can one dislike the Rage?
They tell persons truth from stage.
Some of course ‘d prefer the lies
Lies that stop the rich men’s cries,
Lies which keep the real men crying,
‘Coz they see the children dying,
Dying since they have no food.
Children eat it should and would
If the truth is understood.

2001Jan18

* * *

Rats are leaving the planet,
They are leaving the world.
These rats know what is coming,
They read that or were told.
It doesn’t take all that much brain
To see what’s going on.
It is the revolution.
   But where it’s starting from?
From USA or Poland,
   Korea of Brazil,
From where napalm was falling
   Or where for diamonds drill?

2002Nov23

Slave’s Worth

When the slave is equal
An’s worth less than boss.
For if equal
               sequel
Will be boss’s loss.

If the slave’s not punished
For escape. What then?
I think, freedom furnished
Will be in the pen.

But no one can be free
With all others slaves...
Fuck it, i shall be me,
But please, do not be knaves.

2002Dec19

* * *

Some persons are crazy,
And others’re too mean;
Some even accept it
Or so it may seem.

But then there are people
Who just must be right.
Don’t prove them wrong ever
‘Coz that starts a fight.

They’ll kill one who proves them
That they aren’t correct,
All this will be changed though…
If you only let…

2001Apr08

Story of Past and Present

Pled guilty
      While not guilty
Served time
      When had no time
Missed seasons
      With no reason
Had not my way
      Not there and not today

2002Dec20

* * *

There’s no kid that never cried
There’s no snitch that never lied
There’s no bitching with the pride
There’s a man that got a ride
To the prison in the night
There’s no judge that takes your side
There’s no rats… Oh never mind.

2001Feb18

Во�?кре�?ный День

Они говор�?т:
      –Ии�?у�? во�?кре�?
      –Во и�?тину во�?кре�?

Я отвечаю:
      –Вижу
Он зде�?ь,
Межь нами в�?ех.
Он вз�?лу на�? �?вободу,
Дал душу нам взамен.
Я не желаю плен-
                              ным быть,
Сид�? в аду… или в раю…
�?е помню, что е�?ть что,
�?о �? не �?крою ад�?кий �?мех,
Хоть �?то �?то-процетный грех,
И �? из-за него
Конечно-же умру;
�?о �?ме�?ть�?�? буду потому,
Что �?мерти в общем нет.
Обманул он на�?.
Продолжает и �?ейча�?
Говорить о раб�?тве «божием»
И �?идит за �?толом он �? козырем
Козырь �?тот
Дь�?коны-монахи
�?аган�?ют �?трари
�?а мен�? и на теб�?.
Говор�?т, что так нельз�?,
Чтоб жить в�?ех люб�?.
Мы по�?ланы контролировать.
Да е�?ли только веровать
Мы будем…
Тогда даже брата-�?еб�?
Любить не надо.
И гон�?т хри�?тиане в�?ё �?тадо
(людей иль �?кота
разницы-то нет… ам да)
Пр�?м в м�?�?орубку,
Куда и мы зайдём,
Как только дойдём.
Со в�?ем �?тим �?казанным…
Я за�?вл�?ю
В лицо боже�?твенному �?ыну.

Ии�?у�? во�?кре�?,
Во и�?тину во�?кре�?.
Вот и�?тинный балбе�?.

2003Jan28

* * *

We cannot change our past.
      And i’m not trying to.
However, we can alter future
      So i’m going to

2001Oct16

What If

If i can’t have the open mind
to reach your perfection,
it is not for me.

If i must not search myself
to find my answers,
i don’t want to have knowledge

If i have to follow THE path
to get your enlightenment,
i will stay ignorant

If there is a fate
to live by,
there’s no point in life

If following orders is immenent
to feel joy and happiness,
misery will be my road

If i can’t be individual
to be my own person,
i chose the slavery

2002Sep02

WTO Introduces Itself

WTO.
We want more!
We’re greedy,
We’re leading,
We are ready for war!

2001Feb15

DadA

Avshizk atda
u oo u
Avshizk atdal
dada

Boo? ala
emuhh zhjgedt h
dada

Finkqwrie – pheencsckrew
dada

dada

dada (dada)

2001Nov15

2001 Yearbook USA

Jack Clark,
Eddue Trice,
Robert Glock,
Wanda Jean Allen,
Floyd Medock,
Alvin Goodwin,
Dion Smallwood,
Mark Fowler,
Billy Ray Fox,
Caruthers Alexander,
Loyd Lafevers,
DL Jones,
Stanley Lingar,
Adolph Hernandex,
Thomax Akers,
Robert Clayton,
Dannis Dowthitt,
Willie Fisher,
Gerald Bivins,
Robert Massie,
Ronald Fluke,
Thomas Ervin,
Jason Massie,
Sebastian Bridges,
Mose Young,
David Goff,
David Dawson,
Marilyn Plantz,
Clay King Smith,
Terrance James,
Samuel Smith,
Abdullah Hameen,
Vincent Johnson,
Timothy McVeigh,
John Wheat,
Jay Scott,
Juan Raul Garza,
Miguel Richardson,
Jim Lowery,
Jerome Mallett,
James Wilkens Jr.,
Jerald Harjo,
Mack Oran Hill,
Jeffery Doughtie,
Clifton White,
James Elledge,
Jack Dale Walker,
Ronald Frye,
James Roy Know,
Michael Roberts,
David Junior Ward,
Chrisopher Beck,
Alvie Hale,
Gerald Mitchell,
Shephen Johns,
Terry Mincey,
Jose high,
Terry Clark,
Fred Gilreath,
Jeffery Tucker,
Emerson Rudd,
John Hardy Rose,
Lois Nadean Smith,
Sahib Al-Mosawi,
Byron Parker,
Vincent Cooks…
and many unknowns.

2002Feb15

Anarchy vs. ___________

We’ll let you live.
                              You must believe.
We’ll give you rights.
                              You give us might.
We’ll solve the need.
                              You will not speed.
We’ll not intrude.
                              You won’t be rude.
We will provide.
                              You must decide.
We’ll let you dare.
                              You... sign right here.

2001Feb15

______ (blank)

______ will not create a
      deity to worship.
______ will only lead by its
      example.
______ cannot show you the way, only
      a way.
______ will treat you as a person
      if you are one.
______ will not give you
      same old lies.
______ won’t attempt to
      prove one worthless.
______ can’t deny you
      a full potential.
______ can’t tell, but can
      see and listen.
______ can’t lie, but will speak
      the truth.

2002Feb18

* * *

Can you answer with a question
      to a question? i’m asked
Can you answer with an answer
      to a question? i answer

2003Sep30