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Poems & Songs
by Arman (BADKOMPOT)
And this day will pass, just as the chill of nights has passed.
The morning comes; the evening warms you up again, evaporating all your dreams.
And somewhere out there, in the mountains, in meadows of green fantasies,
You will feel freedom and soar with the lightness of your soul.
Your wanderings in the vastness will bear fruit,
And you will taste what it means to live in a carpet of steppe tulips,
With an open heart, simple love for your native land.
April 9, 2012
Sometimes we need to breathe in just a little breeze
Keep our thoughts in warm and peaceful dreams
The world is different, changing every day
Okay, we are all in motion, but still in the game
The game, we call life, exists between two parallels
I wonder whether there is a border or we are in both of them
Life is a mix of colors, zigzagging everywhere
We rarely see each other, time swallows us every day
I keep learning new things like a philosopher
You know, the better days will come as a miracle one day
Take time into your own hands and feel the love!!!
"’Thank God, He gave me a wonderful and lovely sister’, - this is a Real Blessing from Him!!!”
Happy Birthday, APASHKA!!!!!!!
I love you!!!!!!!
Your brother Arman!!! ;))
January 29, 2009
My way is a springboard where we fly
and I look into your eyes in the darkness alone
my light rays made from paints of a chessboard
and each step is defined in my way
We are far from each other, but our souls are so close
you look at me from the anguish pixels of a tablet
and our lives in parallel of bytes of social network
click-click on the mouse, send, and you read my mind
Our fate is in the online game, changing status
and time flew by like a flash of a solar activity
human weekdays, like a squirrel in a cage, we’re running down the street
all this is our life where you and I were interweaved together
Everyone is looking for the truth, but eventually ends up with castles of illusion
as sorcerers who own technology, but without a brain to use
let all cards inside out, we have nothing to hide, just admit
we will be one body like in the picture of kiss made by Klimt
December 10, 2013 (written and emailed to a girlfriend)
Tell me, my friend, what are you searching for so fiercely, eagerly,
from the very beginning of all beginnings?
Fiery, like a fireball—blazing like a beast on a fuse,
you have lit it, and now you are burning every bridge behind you.
My advice to you: save a little strength for the way,
for at the end of the tunnel, the emptiness is cold and dark.
All space is parallel, and the vessels are all empty.
Do not feel distorted. If you must burn it, let it burn with fire—
brightly, in your flame, break the wood. There is a pile of it.
If need be, we will burn the forest down to ash—its smoke will swallow you. Rot will rot, but the earth will take everything. It is alive.
Lost among the stars, remember your path.
You will find the codes. Look to the left, encrypted in your hand.
From the start, you have been waiting, thinking—
like playing on a chessboard, a bishop shields the king.
There is no turning back; there is only looking ahead, two steps forward.
Here is the path; here is the cliff. But a dream is a flight.
Choose your path. Be yourself, no matter the cost.
You have the chance to turn the universe into a wonderful world—
a world without sorrow, without war, without hunger,
without the dull weight of melancholy.
A world where the living will live, without falsehood, without lies.
April 3, 2015
