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Sergei, I want you to grow as an Overlord.
Sergei, who knows that I might be your Valkyrie of the North
that grants you all the stars
High on Descendents songs and never caves in,
that’s how I’ve always perceived you.
Villains of circumstance might win this time
and if you let them, they would rise above and you don’t want it,
you know that you’re weary of earth and its cores.
And if you let me, I would fight with transcendence
and I would beat the living **** out of the world,
yeah, the world that has always made you drown.
Sergei, if you ever want to die,
remember that I own the skies that make you feel alright,
all the thrones, all the dreams.
Hey, I want to see, how you’ve always wanted me
to go on and play all the songs that represent
the anarchist soul of mine, it made you feel alright.
Sergei, I want to grow up as a fighter that converges all the skies, all the worlds,
so you would see how I’ve always wanted life-changing days with you.
Say, I carved your name on my coat, beside that Black Flag patch
that you earned me when I saved you from the villains.
I, used to resist my urge to wake up from hell
For my fears of you leaving, yeah, it’s the real hell.
You know, I would give up my wings and my throne,
but you’ve always wanted to earn your own
So that you could take me with your forceful wings
and show me that you’ve got over those self-inflicted scars
and that you’ve landed safely in my heart as you fight,
and you no longer think of death, which means we’ve won.

Sergei, don’t dethrone me, for the lord of the flies hasn’t seen you alive as a knight, and when you’re at the peak, tell me that you’ve won.
Two Russian men were walking through Red Square one afternoon
When one said "My dear Sergei, why must you go so soon"
Sergei said "Leon, I must go and clean my share"
"The house is really ***** and my wife she is not there"
"She's at the little garden that we have just up the street"
"We grow food there for the neighbors, all to come and eat"
"We share it for we're equals and it works out really well"
"It's a little communistic, even though that idea fell"
"So, Sergei, if I ask you if you'd share one of your goats
"I'd give it to you Leon, to use for meat and coats"
"If I asked you for some grain, would you share with me some wheat"
"I'd even help you mill it for to make some bread to eat"
"You are a good man Sergei, a communist at heart"
"I thank you for your comments, and know you do your part"
"I've seen you, Leon, helping people on their way"
"And I've seen you clearing driveways, just the other day"
"So Sergei, if I asked you for one car of your two"
"If I had them Leon, you know one was for you"
"You'd share with me your ***** if you had a bottle free"
"One is yours dear Leon, and the other is for me"
"You are a good friend Leon to me this fact you've shown"
"I have just one more question before I head off home"
"If you had two daughters, would you let me have one?"
"No, You know I have two daughters, you're drunk and we are done!
Morgan Mar 2015
I thought going to his funeral
when we were 14
& he was 15
would always occupy
the darkest,
most excruciating
space in my soul

Until her funeral,
when we were
all 16

But I was wrong,
both times

It wasn't losing
our wisest friend
to raging hormones,
****** parents
& a rope
that left the
strangest,
most mutated
bruise

And
It wasn't losing
our quirkiest friend
to striking anger,
a rainy night on
a windy road
& a sports car
that left the
deepest,
most potent
cut

It was losing you

And having this crushing
knowledge that you still
live in the town
that we grew up in,

you still light fires
in the back yard
where we used to
drink your dad's beer
and play his guitar,

you still sleep on the mattress
we used to drag down two
narrow flights of stairs
into your living room
on Saturday nights
when the stars were clear
through your sky lights,

you still drive that
Subaru outback
that's decorated in
dents & scratches
from all the times
we needed to
feel brave,

you still get the mail
at the bottom of
that dirt driveway
we scraped our knees on
every summer from
the time we were
twelve til the time
we were eighteen

And knowing that none
of that matters

The most unique agony
that's ever turned
in my stomach
is having this crushing
knowledge that
if I stretch my
arms out far enough,
I can poke you in your
puffy hazel eyes
but fearing you have
grown so cold
that my fingers
might just freeze
on contact

It's missing you
when you are so close
that I can smell
your tires burning
on the gravel
up Stone Road
but not being able
to hear your voice
the way I remember it,
all laced in
purple warmth
& yellow light

The selfish truth is,
at least I know why
Kris & Sergei
aren't with me,

at least I can tell
myself that if they
still existed on the same
earth as me at all
they'd continue to
tell me stories
sitting Indian style
across from me on
my kitchen floor

You're a rawer,
more lethal
kind of aching,

a more honest,
more dangerous
kind of void,

cause you know that
I am still right here
but it's not enough

You lost those friends too

You know how it felt

And despite all the breaking
you did for them,
you chose to **** me off
like some rotting
parasite in your
passenger's seat

I filled myself with
you for eight years
And if I could
be open with you
one last time,
I'd tell you that
I'm scared shitless
to tip myself over
and let that all
pour out
cause I don't
want to find out
that without you,
murky water
and slush
is all that's left

But like you always said,
"Let's ******* do this thing
before it gets away"
Jaanam Jaswani Oct 2016
I am plastered with minimarts and motorcycles -
a street so overwhelming to the senses,
but imprinted on the backs of the hands of
Mr. Yamamoto, Craig Miller, Agus Gunawan, and Sergei Ivanov.
What were they running away from again?
A tattered - sinfully boring - machine-repetitive life?
The thing about me is; even though you trash me
with cigarette butts and remnants of your sour past,
I am only a taste of tradition -
a façade before the secrets of the Gods unveil -
and you can bet that two October bombs won't dull my lambent.
In any case, you must purge the storm of serpents
before you sleep, and step into
the silence of monks.
But remember, the distance between your soul and mine will never change. Ever.
CRWR200 // 10:31 am for an 11am class
Johnny Noiπ Mar 2018
Sergei wasn't ever going to tell anyone;
she left his house as if her home
was the entire red nation & the
children's god
was hermaphroditic; green as Sergei's
village in the spring;
her eyes' heart cannot tell; she isn't
going to tell anyone where Sergei
is buried; it doesn't seem
that long ago but it's been a while now
CharlesC Oct 2013
forced concessions
to the State..
this constriction
of content
unleashed his
creativity..
for us then:
our facing of
constriction
we might grasp
as preferred seed..
confident now
of new expression
surprise release..
until constricted
unexpected...

Sergei Prokofiev (1897-1953)
Romeo and Juliet
Jean Rojas Jun 2015
my soul is lost
when i hear
the sound of your name
like whispers in the sea
his echoes
compel the heavens to weave
its magic spell
i touch his face
and all the wonders
there i see
deliriously
i feel his lips
with a sweet delicious scent
of an intoxicating taste

in blind adoration
with feverish admiration
i speak his name
and i am spellbound
he opens for me
sights and sounds
i never knew existed

but my words precede me
so i can describe no more

this prince,
this angel
borne of the moscow winds
blessed and kissed
by the drops of crystal dew
in the fertile russian soil

my life has never been the same
since i heard the sound of your name
For: Sergei Yesenin
02 June, 1998
Vladimir Lionter May 2020
A boy called Seryozha, was bright,
Kind, but he was never vicious.
When others shared something with him and
He shared what he had with others.
We did walk together along parks,
And we played together football
When it was hot we bathed in fountains
Besides, we both loved rock’n’roll.
He was the most true friend, he always
Came to the help of me and when
I came back from my hockey matches
He met me by my house then.
We did homework together, of course,
We went to the cinema. Besides,
We both went to karaoki with girls
And drank children’s wine at last.
Kutuzov was our idol.
Russia’s invincible. We both
Got higher education, after all,
Served in the police in those years.
Once Sergei died in war against
The South Africans, their
Bullet stroke his ever-young days
He covered me in that nightmare.
I’m walking along the park as before,
I’m playing football with my friends.
What a pity, Sergei! – I say, – Your
Absence seems to be endless.
I’ll come to your grave and lay flowers
Under your photo from which you
Are smiling at me in such a nice
Way waking my feelings anew.
{11.01.2017}

СЕРЁЖА
Смышлёный мальчишка Серёжа
Был добрым, а злым – никогда!
Когда с ним делились, он тоже
Делился с друзьями всегда.
Мы вместе гуляли по паркам,
И вместе играли в футбол.
Купались в фонтане, коль жарко,
Любили вдвоём рок-н-ролл.
И не было друга вернее
– Товарищ всегда выручал.
Когда возвращался с хоккея,
Серёжа у дома встречал.
Мы делали вместе уроки
И вместе ходили в кино.
С девчонками шли в караоке
И детское пили вино.
Кумиром у нас был Кутузов:
Россию нельзя победить!
Мы вместе окончили ВУЗы,
В полиции стали служить.
Однажды Сергея не стало
– Он в битве с юарцами пал.
Юарская пуля попала
– Он грудью меня прикрывал.
Как раньше, гуляю у парка,
С друзьями играю в футбол.
Сергей, – говорю я – как жалко –
Сегодня ты вновь не пришёл!
К тебе я приду на могилу,
Цветы возложу в стороне
– Под фото, с которого мило
Ты так улыбаешься мне.
{11.01.2017}

Translator - I. Toporov
KathleenAMaloney Sep 2016
Dr. Poetica
Reaching Out WW
Dispensing Prescription
Tarnished Thot  called NEW

Bi NGO!! Sung to the Sound of OLD
Stillborn  Goose Step  
MORE MORE MORE!!!
Blue MOON For a Militant
TREE of Life  
Dying of the Disease called MAN
More Trees in that Garden
Sergei and Yelena !

And Then.....
Humanity defeats the Alien Race
And How!!!!

Sheer Madness
Navigating the Stars

1, 3, 7, 12
10, 100, 400, 700
Hop Scotch Ranking
From Clown  Royale
To down Down Down
Ddddddownward Dog!

Never closer to a True End
Than Now
Never Closer to a True Friend
Than Now

Stealing
Is Against
The Law







Turn Within
Robert C Howard Mar 2022
sergei lavrov with face carved of limestone
knows no joy save in the mangled bodies of children
or a maternity hospital destroyed.

The russian ship of state has rammed its iceberg –
Known to the world as the Ukrainian heart.
lavrov can lie and lie and lie some more
telling the passengers it’s only a water feature
But like the Titanic, his ship is going down.

Don’t turn your back on a door, sergei,
They’re coming for you.
That limestone face of yours will erode
As cold rivers of truth
grind your lying stone into sand.

So minister lavrov, apostle of mass ******,
You are defendant No. 2 in the coming trial
The gavel will slam against the wood
And you will meet your justice.
Never turn your back on a door.
KathleenAMaloney Aug 2016
ELATION
Gods Creation

Elena Sergei
Your Gift is Worthy!!!

Revealed the Whole Show
A Place With  Red Bow!

Sing Heavens Praises
Here Comes Our Raises!!!
Officer Crumpkiii.....Put Your Teeth Back In Please
#ha
To catch a wolf
become the wolf
where tracks lead distant
to trails beyond

His nose on fire
and fangs bare fronted
to follow closely
all fear withdrawn  

He marks each turning
with blood ill letted  
to lure the hunter
on death’s foray

This sojourn ends  
in wooded darkness
to enter once
— your fate to prey

(Beartooth Mountain: August, 2025)

— The End —