Egor Rybakov - Psysuccess. Selected poems

Forward to a dream without rest or break,

Spreading our pampered wings, we fly into the sky,

Already lets you go and cuts your throat from a tear,

And outside the window, the oceans, the sea and your raging summer.

Open eyes and clean manners

And the voice is so pure, velvety,

You are haunted by these gentlemen,

You lit up the radiant day with beauty.

And the heart believes sincerely, openly,

To all the tender promises and your words

You attract me like a magnet

Once believed naively your wondrous dreams.

Time passes, your attention is gone

You don’t notice, you don’t write, you don’t call anymore,

Our charming nights were a fairy tale

When meeting in the eyes do not look and are silent.

And I believed so, literally freezing,

And absorbed all the tenderness, kindness,

Your pure soul is dry and empty

And only now contemplates silence.

Weeks, months and years have passed

There is no trace of that marvelous simplicity,

We were overcome by storms and adversity

I don’t need your kindness pill anymore.

Exquisite phrases and a magnificent figure,

And the voice is gentle, like a blossoming bud,

Your chiseled figure, as if from an engraving,

And oddly enough favorites Aristotle and Plato.

And a warm, so enveloping voice,

Beautiful features, gait like a panther,

And everything that was suddenly erased immediately,

Colored dreams suddenly faded, black and white.

I listened to the voice, penetrating nirvana,

And he believed like a child in word and deed,

I adored the way you compose phrases,

And he walked towards you, as if returning to the former shores.

And now the years have passed and the blinkers opened,

And your busyness irritated from now on constantly,

Magic words, like a spell, dissolved,

And your actions were even a little scary.

And the games are tired, «honesty» and «openness»,

Illusion of feelings, sincerity and truth,

What used to worry is now long forgotten,

And now in the face of study long results.

There is only one request left.

Forget psychological games and specialty

Stay just a man, not a wolf,

And come back again from the sky you are in reality.

Under the mask of luxury and splendor,

In the flow of daily meetings,

From comedy, even to the grotesque,

He dreams of removing this burden from his shoulders.

She is sociable and open to everyone,

Strives for a new day after day,

Her soul is torn from screaming

And my head hurts from the weight of time.

She regularly promotes the business,

Goes towards people and problems,

Loves yoga, stretching, fitness,

And everything boils from the current dilemma.

But if we drop this screen,

Let’s forget the past for a moment

Her prestigious car, firm,

Let’s put emphasis on something else.

A year later, she remained like a child,

Who believes sincerely and forever,

And she trusted day after day from the cradle,

She considered lies only vulgarity, nonsense.

And it is difficult for her to understand in life,

There is so much envy and eternal flattery around,

It became easier for her to just part with people,

Than expect dirty tricks and bad news from them.

She’s tired of being open from now on

Closed, counting the world around against her,

And life turned around like a simple film

Suddenly, all the anger and whining began to tire.

She lacks friendship, warm, so that for a century,

To believe and cherish this person,

Who would go with her in the rain, and storm, snow,

He was there, and did not admire only her success.

She would return her successes and start from scratch,

The soul hurts from rudeness and eternal deceit,

And from now on, she is afraid of close meetings like fire,

She lacked simple constancy in her life…

Come to me from dreams wondrous creature,

Breathe into me all the wisdom, grace,

Fill your mind with passion

I will wait for you and suffer uncomplainingly.

Without your lovely eyes, wondrous speech,

Heart warmth and summer mood,

Warm up a passionate and exciting evening,

My heart is bursting with anticipation.

I take off into the sky like a gray-winged angel,

I rush to meet you, overcoming everything,

You made me incredibly happy

All my secret thoughts are only about you.

In the midst of dreams so sweet and inviting

In the lightning of the sky and in the azure evenings,

I saw love in real deeds,

And the taste of passion again melted on the lips.

Among the mountains, the stream of thoughts and despondency,

I contemplated such indescribable happiness,

The soul was torn and thrilled in abundance,

And my pain asked again for voluptuousness.

I saw a light fragrant and tender,

What came from your eyes and heart,

And I was drowning in love from now on hopelessly,

He took off like a whirlwind into the sky like a bird boldly.

Your footsteps reverberated and nourished again

And the voice immediately penetrated extremely deeply,

From the look, the sigh, I understood at a glance,

And felt you and heard you too far.

And let no one believe in our happiness,

And constantly convinced of the inexpediency of this,

I melted again when I kissed and took my wrist

And I would trade the world around for our minute conversation.

Inspiration: Ivanenko Kristina

«Walking around Moscow in a strange state of mind»

http://www.stihi.ru/2011/09/22/652

Again silent, without giving a sign,

As if they are not familiar and not good friends,

So I want to roar, tear my hair and cry,

But I’m a man, and that’s impossible.

And again coffee is my great friend,

And thoughts randomly wander in the dark,

From experiences again I can not sleep,

Everything was fine for a week, but now it’s empty.

Again calm, like the moment before the storm,

I let you go again without pain and loss,

Without controversy and despondency, and come what may,

And I can not do anything, I roar like a beast.

Moscow is silent, as if it knows everything about everything,

Only quietly whispers that everything will be forgotten, it will pass,

«What do you love the wrong one, my naive fool,

He lives with another, he only loves you, hopes and waits.

Through pain and tears you reach for me

Fearing neither the sun nor the bitter cold,

And you always shine with a spark in the darkness,

Eternal love will melt the ice of longing and bitterness.

You are not afraid of anyone and believe in miracles,

And your heart gently warms everyone around

And it’s sad without you, my heart is so bad,

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