>Ind love
Grigory Saharov
© Grigory Saharov, 2023
ISBN 978-5-0059-5412-1
Created with Ridero smart publishing system
POETRY
And you write
write write write
from the depth
formless Soul
where only happiness
happiness happiness happiness
where all fears and all passions are nullified
* * *
Any flags
these are flasks
Any hymns
these are tusks stones tusks
Do robots want kittens?
want
Want-want-want
THE WHOLE UNIVERSE SMELLS OF OIL
* * *
this door is nowhere
this door is nowhere
this door is self-sufficient
Door
* * *
soul
weak
weak
weak
soul
strong
strong
strong
soul
blind
blind
blind
soul
One
One
One
* * *
Today I dreamed of Peter.
He was so cheerful.
He was so kind.
He was… like a true!
From all sides.
Today I dreamed about him.
* * *
at noon I want to say
that I love you
at midnight I want to say
that I love you
I love myself in you
I love myself in you
every little fucking second
I love myself in you
* * *
Song about God dear.
The song about God is simple.
The song about God is dashing.
The song about God is different.
* * *
I was looking for.
I found.
It became me
Good-
Good-
Good…
And then
everything is gone.
* * *
This pain is called life.
Do whatever you want with her.
This lie is called «death».
Do what you can with her.
* * *
I was waiting for her.
She didn’t come.
But I didn’t get angry.
That was cute.
She came.
And that was nice too.
The Great Nothing has changed.
* * *
Deceived my soul.
Feed the carcass.
Deceived the carcass.
Feed my soul.
How much more do you need?
Let’s live in peace.
* * *
What a rant —
«I fell in love… I fell out of love…».
You traded, that’s all.
Overpaid… Cheaper…
Only God can love.
Here is my lesson. Here’s my bottom line.
* * *
God is meaning.
God is bullshit.
God is life.
God is death.
* * *
rats
screams
roofs
God
* * *
God
war
God
Spring
* * *
Ocean of Oceans
cuts rams like rams,
slaughter sheep like sheep.
This is not the end,
but this is not the beginning.
It is that which is never too much and never too little.
Old wounds… New countries…
Okean Okeanovich Okeanov…
* * *
I exist
in the rocket house
on the last floor
It is nice here
* * *
I don’t like people.
No, I love people
but I don’t like letting them in
here, where Berendey is.
A Berendey
just loves people.
A Berendey
yearns without people.
* * *
Death is the most common thing.
You will die
And the people behind the wall will talk about the weather and Putin
And miss.
And then they will be in your place.
And you…
You know everything yourself.
* * *
I’ve dealt with this world
found questions and answers
fixed them with verses
and sent to friends
and