| New Poetry - Lighthouse and Dreaming of You |
[30 Sep 2009|06:16pm] |
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Andrei Kozlovsky 'Korablik' |
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Lighthouse
He had a great job
and a wonderful girl
one could have surmised
that this man had it all
One time at dusk
he dined with a friend
complaining all night
of his life’s discontent
The friend left at midnight
the man stumbled out
belittling everyone
that was around
Fast forward a bit
to a beach nearby
waves tickle the sand
and seagulls fly high
He dives in the ocean
determined to swim
seeing a lighthouse
the key to his dream
Salvation is close
and life is a bore
he must reach the lighthouse
on the opposite shore
By morning he made it
oh what a hack
the man now wonders
How the FUCK to get back!!!!!
SF Sep 30, 2009
Dreaming of You
Years passed and time flew
and the girl went away
fleeting moments of her
reside to this day
How her gaze first met his
at the country club gala
the beautiful dawn
singing them acapella
The mornings after
the evening before
those things will not happen
not again, never more
He finds solace in whiskey
and dusty 8-tracks
hoping the Blues
can bring it all back
Again he sees her
red pumps in her hand
oh please fair sunlight
don’t make this dream end
SF Sep 30, 2009
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| Poem- Beautiful Souls |
[12 Apr 2009|10:58pm] |
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Beautiful Souls
Like the glow of the Moon
orbiting our earth
all of us unified
from our first birth
Generations pass
our children grow
wrinkles come
and wrinkles go
Happiness and joy
war sorrow defeat
from these feelings
we can't retreat
Why are we here
what is this all for
we have the key
but can't open the door
Like a petal falling
the grass's morning dew
we are beautiful souls
fleeting moments we knew
SF Apr 12, 2009
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| CONGRATULATIONS OBAMA |
[04 Nov 2008|09:28pm] |
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Barack Obama's Speech |
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OBAMA has just won the presidency. He has a difficult job ahead of him, but hearing his speech in Chicago, he is more then up to the task.
CONGRATULATIONS BARACK OBAMA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now we just need to kill Prop 8
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| Wonderful year or Podmignula Sterva Smert |
[23 Oct 2008|09:45pm] |
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my lil brother doing his homework |
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Well I had definitely a VERY INTERESTING YEAR: FIRST: FELL OF A CLIFF IN TAIWAN- SPENT THE WHOLE NIGHT IN THE JUNGLE SECOND: LAST SAT GOT HIT BY A LADY IN A MINI-VAN, WHILE CROSSING THE STREET IN SF, I'M ALRIGHT NOTHING BROKEN THANK GOD, AND I WILL BE WALKING NORMALLY BY SAT--- :>
LOL WELL AT LEAST MY SURVIVAL INSTINCTS ARE IMPROVING, AND I NEVER GOT MOBILIZED TO IRAQ
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| Moving Out |
[03 Oct 2008|03:14pm] |
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The last poem is a little melancholy, but I have been watching a lot of Kurosawa movies lately, one of the few genius film directors. I basically wrote the poem thinking of me finally moving out of Mom's hosue after spending close to six months there, due to my unfortunate accident in Taiwan. I loved spending time with my mom and lil brother, it might be realize that before I didn't spend that much time with them at all. So after establishing close ties with the family once again, I now move one to Oakland, to live with Ilya, and most importantly be a lot closet to work. Speaking of which my boss got married yesterday, so sweet!!!!!
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| Last Train Poem |
[03 Oct 2008|02:54pm] |
Last Train
Staring at the window
I see trees flying by
people pacing slowly
waving me good bye
Thinking of those before me
and those who will come forth
I know what I must do now
living life with no remorse
The conductor minces his words
I hear him loud and clear
joy fills my heart
my station is finally near
Why am I on this journey
I don't know what my life is about
one thing is fairly certain
I'm taking the last train out
SF Oct 3, 2008
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| NINJAS IN THE KITCHEN Poem |
[25 Sep 2008|08:08pm] |
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The story behind this poem is simple, I was coming down stairs late at night to get something to eat, I open the fridge, and then hear a sound. When I turn around I see my brother eating, I thought to myself he sneaked up like some kind of ninja. I went to a conference recently, and this guy was blabbing about crap I already know, so bored I decided to write a poem HERE IT IS, MY MAGNUS OPUS
(RUSSIAN ONLY) If you can't speak russian, the poem is about ninjas stealing food from some guys kitchen!!!!
NINJAS IN THE KITCHEN
у меня ниндзи в кухне
они сыели мой пирог
я во всю старался
но их выкинуть не смог
я не знал что делать
и пошел и купил меч
но ведь я не знаю
как мне им чего то расщеть
я пошёл к соседу
он ведь ветеран
он протоптал лично
всю пустыню весь афган
он показал сразу
как мне ниндз мечом рубить
и сказал мне после
не надо ниндз тебе любить
ведь они сожрали
твой единственой пирог
а ты не чего поделать
сам толком не смог
но ты не волнуйся
ведь теперь ты самурай
топой обратно в кухню
и кричи ALL NINJAS MUST DIE!!!!
и обратно в кухню
я теперь мою пойду
и проучу ниндзеи
ЧТОБЫ НЕ ЖРАЛИ МОЮ ЕДУ
SF, Sept 25, 2008
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| 'Young and Sexy' Poem |
[25 Sep 2008|07:19pm] |
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Young and Sexy
I am a very sexy man
go to the gym when I can
benching three hundred pounds
my biceps are out of bounds
I wear the the latest fashions
prada gucci versacce armani
like a model struts his stuff
I am that beautiful honey
I drive a red porsche sports car
feeling like a movie star
maybe that's because I am
so damn sexy its a scam
I have studied all I can
how to make girls happy
I am so charming i can't miss
steal their heart with just one kiss
I do not understand why
I can't really get a date
I am a young and sexy man
born in 1928
SF, Sep 25, 2008
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| Freedom Poem |
[25 Sep 2008|12:38am] |
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I am starting to write again, at work I constantly write pitches and ads... but I want to express my artistic side POEMS!!!!!!!!! So here is one I thought of today.
Freedom
Looking at the moon I ponder
is my life truly a blunder
or a triumph to behold
am I very young or old
twenty seven years flew by
should I laugh or should I cry
or remember all my goals
maybe even downfalls
I do know whats for sale
I'm not in some fairytale
living my life from day to day
I indeed follow my own way
Actions louder then words
Maybe truly just to me
I'm standing tall you see
I live my life and I'm free
SF Sep 25, 2008
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| I'm alive and well |
[25 Sep 2008|12:22am] |
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I know I haven't posted in awhile, but basically i went to Taiwaan had a great cultural exchange, met beautiful people, saw the country side, and FELL OF A CLIFF. I'm alive and well but now I'm part-terminator, i have a huge metal rod in my left leg. Other than that everything is fine, workin hard for that money and loving life.
This whole experience gave me a new appreciation of life: When you feel life is at its worst, just remember at least you are alive :>:>:>
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| 2008 starts with a BANG not a whimper |
[13 Feb 2008|09:50pm] |
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Well, I'm back for my latest update. Things have definitely been happening. I went to LA for New Year's, came back and got really sick- bronchitis. Then I got laid off from BitTorrent. So I was jobless and sick, but alas 2008 has shone upon me, and I know have a great job that I love and am also going to an all expense paid cultural and work exchange trip to Taiwaan for a month.
So the all productive, multi-tasking SERGEI is back....
and better then ever
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| blue thursday |
[03 Jan 2008|01:19pm] |
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I cried today for the first time in several years, one of my best friends,
whose life looks to be going so well tried to commit suicide.
This was completely out of the blue, and nobody expected it...
Thank god he is ok and well now.... but for a few hours there :<
I'm supposed to be the best man for his wedding....
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| Cветофор (русская попса) |
[05 Dec 2007|01:41pm] |
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'I love NY Season 2' tv |
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Now I'm going to try to write a Russian pop song, I call it 'Stoplight' lol
теперь попробуем написать русcкую попсу, итак 'Cветофор' :>
Cветофор
я стою на перекрестке
жду зеленой цвет
дороги мокрые
тебя тут нет
надо мне вовремя
нажатъ на газ
чтобы любовъ вернуть
в последний раз
светофор светофорище
ты родное чудовище
ты пусти меня домой (х2)
к моей любимой дорогой
я поссорился с девчонкой
думал нет любви
но теперь я понимаю
что всё впереди
грустно мне тут за рулём
дождь мешает жить
ты своим красном огнем
будеш мне вредить
светофор светофорище
ты родное чудовище
ты пусти меня домой (х2)
к моей любимой дорогой
SF Dec 05, 2007
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| My sentimental love song |
[03 Dec 2007|06:16pm] |
I've been listening to a lot of snow patrol lately, who are choke-full of sentimental weepy lyrics and love ballads. They inspired to write my own little poppy sentimental love ballad.
(note) No I'm not depressed, suicidal, in love with anyone, broke up with anyone, etc...
just wanted to try my hand at the genre:>
See the Light
Walking after midnight
city has gone to sleep
remembering the good times
I still cannot weep
Taxis graze around me
boutiques and a mall
searching the big city
for my one lost soul
sometimes I call you late at night
just to hear your voice stir me awake
I don't know what brought fourth this plight
I just want you to come, see the light (x2)
fragments shatter my mind
just the curve of your smile
ticket stubs from the past
holidays that don't last
I don't know what I am to do
I need your guidance to see me through
bringing back all the shine
how I hope you will be mine
sometimes I call you late at night
just to hear your voice stir me awake
I don't know what brought fourth this plight
I just want you to come, see the light (x2)
SF Dec 03, 2007
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| What's been happening |
[02 Dec 2007|11:54pm] |
Haven't updated in awhile, don't know what it is but with my job depending on the internet, especially social networking sites, I don't find much pleasure in browsing them anymore. But this has been one of my oldest sites, I have had an lj for over three years now, so I def want to update it, at least with all the major events of my life. Looking back on my entries, I see how much I have grown over the years, and yet some entries I can recall like they happened yesterday.
Major things happening in my life right now:
- looking for a better job (not limiting myself to sf, looking in LA as well)
- Thanksgiving (great food and family time)
- got a new tatoo
- am trying to make myself more worldly and professional- subscribed to 'The Economist", a bunch of business podcasts, trying to control my venecular and poise
- looking forward to the new year
-choreographing dance number for my volunteer work with the kids
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| Whats |
[02 Dec 2007|11:46pm] |
Haven't updated in awhile, don't know what it is but with my job depending on the internet, especially social networking sites, I don't find much pleasure in browsing them anymore. But this has been one of my oldest sites, I have had an lj for over three years now, so I def want to update it, at least with all the major events of my life. Looking back on my entries, I see how much I have grown over the years, and yet some entries I can recall like they happened yesterday.
Major things happening in my life right now:
- looking for a better job (not limiting myself to sf, looking in LA as well)
- Thanksgiving (great food and family time)
- got a new tatoo
- am trying to make myself more worldly and professional- subscribed to 'The Economist", a bunch of business podcasts, trying to control my venecular and poise
- looking forward to the new year
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| Yet Another Scary Halloween |
[01 Nov 2007|01:21pm] |
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"Tanya Sitina" Mihail Krug |
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Well Halloween, went great, I promised myself not too
get carried away this year, so let us examine what
happened.
I dressed up as Patrick Bateman from American Psycho,
tie/gloves and everything, I even slicked my hair
back, which still kept standing up a bit. Met a
friend of mine for drinks, and then things started
to go wrong.
Almost got some shot at some crazy halloween party
that got out of hand, ran away from cops, made
a homeless man cry....
yet another tame Halloween has gone by.....
Now I'm hung over as hell, sitting in my cubicle,
making affiliate deals....
I'm getting way to old to go trick or treating :>
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| The Office |
[03 Oct 2007|07:53pm] |
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The Office (a work poem)
It starts with a ring an unpleasant hum
I open my eyes for my week has begun
I run to the shower I scrub and I rinse
I lather and shave like a true office prince
I put on my ipod and doze on the bus
old ladies shove me and put up a fuss
every mile passed fills me with fear
i recognize soon my building is near
crouched over my laptop i look like a dork
want to make money but I don't want to work
have meetings all day from sunup to sundown
oh please someone save me a poor office clown
I print out graphs and I answer the phone
pretending to type just to be left alone
day upon day I make charts in excel
I can't run away from this cubicle hell
Oh my it strikes six and alas I'm free
I rush up the street to the bus that I see
I don't get a seat for I know they are taken
again by old ladies if I'm not mistaken
SF, Oct 2007
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