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На окраине души…

29 Jul 2010 Leave a Comment

by Vadim Makoyed in Poetry Tags: vadim, makoyed, poem, Poetry, outskirts, soul, russian, окраина, душа, депрессия

Неутешаемые дожди за окном
И одинокая вечность за столом.
Может оставить на простой
Запылевший дом мой пустой?!

В даль смотреть печально,
Но словно сам себе на зло
Смотру туда я специально
В надежде на добро.

Проблеск солнца я дождусь,
Он остановит
Всю непрерывную боль.
Он угасит
Не умолкающий стон.

Воскликнет земля «Радуюсь!»
Пленник смеха и улыбок
Станет робок, убежит!
Ведь царь света, он не спит!

Одинокая вечность
Уже вовсе не одна.
Грусть оставив на потом
Мы подружились навсегда!

A Single Glance Melody

15 Jun 2010 Leave a Comment

by Vadim Makoyed in Poetry, Videos Tags: vadim, makoyed, god, love, melody, piano, glance, beauty, single, prayer

Your one glance is enough
To get me through the day.
A single glance is enough
For gravity to lose strength.

I find it interesting to me
Eternity – how can it be
Together, You and me
We’ll be
When time will set us free

Such a Beautiful Song We Sing

13 Jun 2010 Leave a Comment

by Vadim Makoyed in My Walk With God, Poetry Tags: vadim, makoyed, god, life, religion, song, sing, terror

I heard a lot of people say, “Everything is great. We do it all just fine and righteous.” But they never wanted to open their eyes to see that they’re actually hurting a lot of souls of men.

Such a beautiful song we sing
About a terror and betrayal
About the birds with ripped out wings.
Such a beautiful song we sing.

I miss You, God!
I can’t go home just yet.
But if I could I would I bet.
Because I want to sing a new song.
For being different I am wrong.

I hate their tunes of puppetry
Religion keeps me in its jaws.
I wish it spits me out at last.
And I would run like prisoner set free!

Unlike the Sun

13 Jun 2010 Leave a Comment

by Vadim Makoyed in Poetry Tags: vadim, makoyed, Poetry, eyes, poems, sun, beauty

This one is about a humble beauty.

Unlike the sun so full of pride
and it is very, very bright
no one can look it in the eye

…

Her beauty’s shining days and nights
and eventhough she’s brighter than the sun
I still can look her in the eyes.

They Boil In Hatred

10 Jun 2010 4 Comments

by Vadim Makoyed in Poetry Tags: vadim, makoyed, poem, Poetry, hate, religion, heresy

This is about religion, compromise. This is about those that act wrong on behalf of God.

Blood from my ears.
This heresy I can’t hear.
Sharp razors and tears
Their words in my ears.

Die for the truth
But never surrender.
Behind all the smiles
They boil in hatred.

A Single Glance

09 Jun 2010 4 Comments

by Vadim Makoyed in My Walk With God, Poetry Tags: vadim, makoyed, god, poem, Poetry, jesus, presence, glance, relationship

These thoughts came to my mind after God’s touch on my soul. He touched me so greatly that I couldn’t even stand on my feet. Here are my words of love to Him.

Your one glance is enough
To get me through the day.
A single glance is enough
For gravity to lose strength.

I find it interesting to me
Eternity – how can it be
Together, You and me
We’ll be
When time will set us free

The Dawn Of Sorrows

07 Jun 2010 2 Comments

by Vadim Makoyed in Poetry Tags: dawn, god, makoyed, men, poem, Poetry, prodigal, son, sorrows

“I have no greater joy than to hear that my children are walking in the truth.” – 3 John 1:4.
But what if your children don’t want to walk in the truth? What if they ignore every word of truth you say? Then the dawn of sorrows comes down…

The dawn of sorrows came down
I gave birth to a son
And I heard from him no sound
Felt no reaction
From My own creation

This pain was not what I dreamed of.
I watch My children crawl
Out of the arms of grace
And fall into the catching arms of death

You yell that I am guilty
Of hiding all My mercies
But I have given out them all…
…To you. You ran. I ran.
Ran after you to save you.

…But you have decided
To be your own god.

A Fire Without Oxygen

07 Jun 2010 1 Comment

by Vadim Makoyed in Poetry Tags: vadim, makoyed, fire, spirit, jar, oxygen, spark

A fire can’t burn on its own, so is a spiritual fire that burns for God. Sometimes that fire sparks out in a church, but if the church is religious, it tries hard to put it out. Fire is a man burning for God. Oxygen is a church that is alive and helps that person to become best at his calling. But I’ve seen a fire without oxygen…

There’s a fire without oxygen.
Come, break the glass.
Come, break the walls.

A fire in a jar
With its lid locked up dead hard.

I’ve seen a fire without oxygen.
It chokes. It tries.
It knows it wont survive.

…The spark goes out.
Religious laugh.