Poetry

Poetry: FCM

“Interior like a cement box…” I’m lost inside the corridorof open metal doors and doors with locks,containing feral thoughts. Interior like a cement boxthe one some call apartment blockbut I just call it: FCM  – Facility Containing Men. I’m knocking on locked doors.I ignore the open ones, of coursebut no one answers usuallyso I get lost inside […]

Audio-Poetry: Tiny Dandruff

“Some line is crossed…” Can a flag change its meaningwaving in directionof the wind that’s blowingcountering the fearthat’s growing? Can we hideon the boatand just hopeto follow tideand not to disappeardissolve inside the ocean fear? Can we humans get another chancefor the bloody millionth timeto make it right,at least this time? The clock is dying […]

Poetry: Souls

“Everything’s shifting…” Sad souls are moving upwards,closer to the cloudsfurther from the pipesand bleached out labs. Everything’s shifting,drifting like a smokefrom our colorful manholebefore vanishing into the unknown. Marked souls are on the journey,closer to the soilfurther from the fear,but closer to the undying sphere. Poetry by Vladimir Fischer

Poetry: Unknown

“A bullet with the wings…” Just a touch of a handthat sends the beatpulsating through my bodymaking me complete. A bullet with the wingslooking for the soulto pierce and landinto the forever spring. Is this healing beat enoughto patch my spirit holesand send me on my road,this time not alone?Unknown. Poetry by Vladimir Fischer

Audio-Poetry: The Hell

“Some line is crossed…” Feeling shuttered is a givenmortal sense,written on certificate of birthand carved out on the stone. Silence is when there are no words,only violencebreathing coldlyin the ear. Some line is crossed,and now return ispainful and dirty;now the price isdisgraceful and costly. The wall of iceencircled brick-like heart,and spread its frost along the […]

Audio-Poetry: Leather Boots (Rework)

“We continued marching on…” The dessert stones are crumbling beneath,leaving particles of duston the red and itchy surface of my foot,covered tightly with that foreign leather boot. Our shirts are soaked in sweat,dumb rifles wrecking our shoulders,swinging with each step –black pendulum of modern doom. We continued marching on,morphed into a machinelike a unit made […]

Audio-Poetry: Saudade

There will be none. “What can I offer to this sketch…” The tape will change,I mean the chapter, scenery, landscape,will be forever altered in my brain. Old pain will be placedin the attic for a whileas the memories begin to shape and outlinelike a growing vineon the castle full of scars.  What can I offer to this sketchcomplete, […]

Audio-Poetry: Desert Bear

Bunch of sweaty bears… “I was swallowed once…” I can’t fake emotionon the paper;placing poemstrue and clearlike drinking from the wellonly the back isterribly unguardedfrom the vicious desert bear. Those bears arepart of the inner fauna,devouring the fearand burping out the horrorsshaking strong foundations of the realm. Awake at nightthey hunt the tired artistwho got […]

Poetry: Survival Mode

“Whisper coming from the lips…” Survival mode –is when the music’s wrong,when the bones refuse to holdthe burden of my soul. Everything’s a heavy loadon the street that’s litwith sunset tears, andfragmented dreamslay shattered on the roadremembering the rockthat broke the unity of sand of fire. Whisper coming from the lipsfilling up the voidof the […]

Poetry: Paint

Washing out the paint of the day. “Imagination keeping the insanity at bay…” Will things changeor I am stuck to be a prisonerof my emotions and my dreams,searching for dimensions and my keystools of a mastermind escape. Imagination keeping the insanity at baywhile I try to prayfor a lilac-colored morningturning slowly into a daycolored hastily […]

Poetry: Lost Questions

So many questions that I have failed to ask my grandparents. “I regret that I never had the time…” I wonder how it wasin Moscow after the war;flags of nazis piling up,sharing the Red Squarewith an old sovietleather treasure boot. Yes, fireworks again,remembrance of sacrifices made,tribute to the fallen, mourning,songs for one and onlygeneral Vissarionovich. […]

Poetry: That Time

That time when we were really free but very stupid. “There was no guiding hand…” It’s happening right nowbut memories appearone after the othersolid in the eye. Oh guys, where were youduring my good times,or more like, where was thatgood passion hiding,when we were lost in unexplored. There was no guiding hand,or matter in our […]

Audio-Poetry: Altitude

An acquaintance made above the clouds. “We are like two birds…” Now I was stunned,I will admit,that there are no misunderstood lyricsfeelings shared between us two. We are like two birds,two passengers on a plane,one goes happily to some resortand other sits in mourning,gotta pick up the bodytomorrowby eight in the morning. Yet on this flight,we […]

Poetry: Silent Thunder

Thunder in the distance shuttering the stone. “I start counting seconds…” In the distance lightningflashed a secondall surrounding buildings, fields. I start counting seconds,it’s now a minuteand here is the thundertrembling the foundationsof my home,those foundations of my soul. My heart starts pounding,my feet are down the stairs,following the increasing beat,and public condemnation. Under thunder, […]

Poetry: Hidden Sky

“Without it, I am lost…” Hoping that nobody will noticeme, as I squeeze the ink out of my pencooking words and baking sentences,slogans that guard the last bastion of sanityfor me. Without it, I am lost,buried under rocksbiting tightly metal tubeto inhale the missing air. Had to sacrifice for it a lot,on the altar made […]

Poetry: Sleepy Captain

It’s cozy in this ship. “Acrid feeling on the tongue..” Sleepy captain on the boatseeking treasure to explore,but for now, he’s down on his kneeslost his glasses on the flooryou see. After finding themhe sits,sips a little, feels the breeze,picks the pipe and fills the barrelwith tobacco;acrid feeling on the tongue,that’s right, it’s perfect now. […]

Poetry: Ocean Game

The game gets boring after watching it non-stop for weeks and years. “The wind on other hand…” Again I’m visiting this oceanin my mind, it’s empty spaces,open field to play the ballfor the wind and starving birds. The birds are programmedplastic robots, following the trajectorymastered through the agesto survive, to dine, and reproduce. The wind, […]

Poetry: Rushing Somewhere

Not in the past, and far from the future. “Living in the memories…” I close my eyesand take a breathfollowed by the waveof the nostalgia and regret. Living in the memories;most times, I only cherish them,but this time.it’s different,I’m breathing and swimming in them,drowning, sinking like a stone,panicking to be left forgotten,to be left alone. […]

Poetry: Lack of Sleep

I see more of life, but I live much less of it. “Sweat and tune of snoring…” The chatter in my head wouldn’t stop;I ask for silence when I sleepbut it continues walking nearmy skyward earlobewhispering some thoughtsin the language of the morse. Mosquitos –Noisy fuckers,decided that my bloodnow resembles wine,and my skin is a […]

Poetry: Thursday Weary

A silenced piece. “Something isn’t right outside…” It’s Thursdaythe day when I don’t go to work,an exciting time for me,to expand the time indulgingin the literature considered once prohibitedto me, for its spirit and attractive shinethat could outshine centuries of strict traditionssomehow. So inspired by the beautyI begin to write and write,stop and listen, read, […]

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