When I was a little younger, I wrote poetry.
These poems are presented mainly for anthropological and historical purposes. Still, if I am publishing them, I suppose I am not quite so ashamed of them anymore 
On Technology
"On the Path, the Future, and Importance"
Where storms of discharges rage,
Electrons rush toward p-n junctions,
The mystery of unknown power lies hidden—
That which frightens and beckons us into eternity
Power and speed keep growing relentlessly,
Quanta and bio, black holes.
Every one of us is involved in this wonder
Life is a surrogate when there are no desires.
The age of technology threatens the planet,
Harsh dreams of the greatness of god.
Time caught in nets cannot be turned back,
The starting ribbon will show the way
The path of optimism, power, and faith,
Once you begin—you will manage to prevail.
The whole world will change, destroy your fear,
Here—infinity and knowledge are truth!
2001
Hiroshima
In the hour before dawn she gives birth
To an invisible force,
The cautious light went out at once,
Turning beds into graves.
To love, forgive—there is no strength.
Nor is there any need, for that matter.
I spoke to her as if to an angel—
I had never seen such ugliness.
And pain and hell—all meant for others.
Turning worldviews upside down,
Everyone remains of the same mind
And each—with a dreadful conceit.
Who questioned the creation of darkness,
About its feelings and its sorrows,
In despair cast their minds
To be torn apart!
The steadfast—stalemate, the universe—laughter,
At the screams and pleas of infants.
Fear pierces me because I rejoice
In hope drained of blood.
Though those burned whole are still burning,
Their faces, filled with sorrow,
Tell us nothing at all,
And have said nothing to us.
Separatrix
With boundless chaos
They fill the world,
Strange attractors,
Falling into kefir.
Rare attractors,
Exactly five types,
Make us weep,
Sometimes—sob.
A basin of attraction,
Different paths.
Time differs,
Whichever way you go.
When you see instability—
Stop and wait.
The main thing in our life—
Is to find a branch.
Everything valuable is rare,
The strange is more cunning.
If you look cheerfully,
You will be stronger.
Ironic
Laughter
A creative crisis,
A razor in hand,
Do something at least,
Buried in tasks.
Wings without a bird,
Foam without ice,
Faith has broken
Inside me forever.
The wall is obliging—
Waiting for a head,
At the Hour of the Ox
Leaving its marks.
A merry-go-round
The day will become.
Strange that what will happen
Is again beyond knowing.
You did remember,
You did desire,
Only the angel
Flew away long ago.
God permits you
To snatch happiness—
If you manage
To master yourself.
Meaning
Through delirium and the dream of an indistinct life,
Glass shards—the stains of streetlights,
If only I could see the sun.
And the sound of doors opening
To hear.Be silent.Expel
Streams of words and rivers of feelings.
I want no false clichés,
If my will is strong enough—I will not return.
Empty!There is no peace in happiness.
In fire, in motion lies peace.
And in searching.In work.In passion.
In love—both difficult and simple.
2002
Barred . . .
Opening my face to the passing winds,
Regretting only you,
I will become human again
Piercing the crucifix from outside.
Barred the window with my teeth,
I will blow up the deserted white house,
Distorting with voices
Sick words about nothing.
Pull harder!With the eyes of a fish,
You entered this slippery world.
Brick rubble, other people’s pumpkins
Crawl along the edge of the pot.
Striving to take a purposeless path,
We are Papuans and ridiculous.
Great Master, could it be
You forgot to put trousers on us?
P.S.Who the hell knows what this means, but everything—from the first word to the last—is the pure truth!
Garbage
Since childhood I grew up on garbage, growing abundantly all around,
Read little books, screwed up squared.
I was in a terrible hurry to live, to claim my circle,
To stand fully armed before the dark host.
Before the mortal host of wars, misfortunes, woes,
Universal ignorance and depravity.
I turned inward.The light went out,
The brightness inherent in it disappeared.
Despite this, I continued on my way,
Along a path leading nowhere from nowhere.
I will not tell you that I wanted to turn aside,
Perhaps, after all, I wished to return.
Like an explosion gathering particles of dust,
I fell in bliss.And fell.
To rise again in the mad shooting gallery
Is not worth it.There is no price.That is that.
I know no other road,
I have only one road.
To rise.To live.And little by little,
Calmly await the end.
2003
Dedication
Shining with a strange smile,
The Mona Lisa glows in the dark.
I am the very first, no fool
Changing the panel on the wall.
Knowing no notes—I play for god,
Knowing no sleep—I write poems.
And little by little forget
My awkward steps.
A prophet within, a player without
Gifted with the unfashionable passion
Of thinking that somebody needs me.
Of searching whether he exists in this world.
Without us, you are merely a length of rope
Sagging in a loop of time.
Do not seek the guilty,
Piercing yourselves with sobriety’s needle!
Playing lightly, with the touch of souls
I set the hell of wonders ablaze
Blessed with certain knowledge
I do not fear the wrath of heaven!
2004
Positive
Happy New Year!
Madness’s riotous merriment
Thunders through the world at New Year.
The Christmas Eve of peace and joy
Will carry sorrow away from strength.
May you know no more hopes
That failed to come true by chance—let them pass!
And Faith will not abandon the Banner
Of moments that never came to be.
The irony and complexity of life
Embrace with delight!
Smiling faintly at the mystery,
Understand the simple truth.
I need paradise . . .
I need paradise,
I need a garden,
And the starry leaf-fall of the sky,
I need myself,
I need you,
A bucket of water,
I need dreams,
She of the beautiful face,
A war locked away,
A large bun, raisins,
Peace throughout the world,
Turkish delight,
Search for years,
Learn to sing,
Iraq, Iran,
And even oil.
I know time is within my grasp,
When I receive all this.
2003
Little Rain
Squish and click—a funny sound,
Minty dots all around
Soft freshness on my face,
Everything felt good at once.
I will never understand—
"I do not like a gloomy tone,
When water pours down from the sky,
That is not where I belong"
I see beauty everywhere,
Even in water filled to the brim,
Even in puddles here and there
I see the moon’s glass.
And nature’s timid knock,
It is lovelier than two girlfriends!
It is tastier than shashlik!
It is—like a gentle river.
Micropoemz (these are from the school project "Decadence")
A blue tie sits around his neck.
—It chokes.
Do you know him ? He does not frighten me.
His hand strikes the wintry
Black forest.What a wilderness.
Why did he go in there ?
She is calm, like a movie
And give her some bread.
Her tongue sticks out the window.
And the sky turns green.
Poems by the "Rhymer" Program
A long time ago I wrote a program in Delphi that composed poems.
rush job ichthyologist read
knit drummer fly
artist heavens get high
grab young escape
lousy fall in love
grab ichthyologist
fluffy cultured
agent adventure
Young
escape escape
drummer fly
young get high
escape escape
Suck cool
Fluffy watchdog beat
Suck knit read
Break grab fly
Cool walk smoke
Rush job shave
Advance dawn rush job hello love
Read entry walk paragraph carrot
Lousy shave cool country house give
Moor blockhead boar agent suck
Fluffy
Cultured
Fluffy
Cultured
Beloved
Lousy
Cultured
Fluffy
boar give
Bandit fly watchdog hello
Rush job agent absurdity love
Entry boar cool dawn
Country house give hooray carrot
Ancient
ancient evil
frost fly
wondrous evil
love desire
soul
goodness gallop
love desire
soul dream
star fly
frosty
cold fall in love
wondrous deadly
frosty fall in love
cruel ancient
beautiful
cruel frosty gallop
cold fall in love dream
deadly wondrous desire
handsome beautiful fly