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Мы одной крови - ты и я (2020)
BACK TO THE STONE AGE
This land is trampledby the feet of bigger idols......A veil falls from my pupilswhich meanders squeezed in a death grip...
It is a terrible trip.There, the sun burns like a keen sting.There, sharp stones diginto my soles.The sea cuts bitter flesh with salt.And poverty steals righteousness.
My soul begins to sneak in disbelief in this dark space away from people's eyes.But I cling faster to the jewels of the truth and clearnesswith my pure veinand eyes, and lips…Because the luminous word of Lord is stronger than the dark evil.
2020
This land is trampledby the feet of bigger idols......A veil falls from my pupilswhich meanders squeezed in a death grip...
It is a terrible trip.There, the sun burns like a keen sting.There, sharp stones diginto my soles.The sea cuts bitter flesh with salt.And poverty steals righteousness.
My soul begins to sneak in disbelief in this dark space away from people's eyes.But I cling faster to the jewels of the truth and clearnesswith my pure veinand eyes, and lips…Because the luminous word of Lord is stronger than the dark evil.
2020
Свобода Слова (2020)
WITHOUT A PAST
The grapevine slashed across your face,when you, defenseless, fled from yourself.
Green pain blinded your squinted eyes.The thunder of your running legs
was crushed to the ground. Behind your backthe night like backsword cut off your past -
because the language of the swordis stronger than the language of the word.
Today the paradigm of collective guilt reignsand you’re an outcast at a family meal.
Here is a bloody party of herd rage –here madness dominates the stage.
So run from the savages breaking the truth on their way ... Run. Run away. But where to run?
2020
The grapevine slashed across your face,when you, defenseless, fled from yourself.
Green pain blinded your squinted eyes.The thunder of your running legs
was crushed to the ground. Behind your backthe night like backsword cut off your past -
because the language of the swordis stronger than the language of the word.
Today the paradigm of collective guilt reignsand you’re an outcast at a family meal.
Here is a bloody party of herd rage –here madness dominates the stage.
So run from the savages breaking the truth on their way ... Run. Run away. But where to run?
2020
Ненависть (2018)
TELL ME
Tell me, tell, my dearest Lazarus,or is it the last timeI look at the azure sky,embroidered with white lace,and I’ll never smile with my glamorous smile?
Or is it just the merciless lie of those in power? Their paradigm?The paradox of truth.Illusion is a glass surface, beneath it - I and we are all hostages of death.And our life-breath, given to us by the Highest Grace, is in vain.Regrettably I understand.
But in my end I’d like to face the onewho dared to raise his bloody hand on my inviolable life.
2020
Tell me, tell, my dearest Lazarus,or is it the last timeI look at the azure sky,embroidered with white lace,and I’ll never smile with my glamorous smile?
Or is it just the merciless lie of those in power? Their paradigm?The paradox of truth.Illusion is a glass surface, beneath it - I and we are all hostages of death.And our life-breath, given to us by the Highest Grace, is in vain.Regrettably I understand.
But in my end I’d like to face the onewho dared to raise his bloody hand on my inviolable life.
2020
OVERCOME FEAR
Those who dare to sing in dark timetheir voices break the gloom into the lightand don’t drown in hatred of the dissenters.They swallow salt and the bitternessof irritation and persecution of corrupt life. They are free and they sing.They are not meant to be caged. Their spirit is too bright, their songs aretoo sweet and wild - they have passionate flame.At this time, when the world seeps into a shade that is so dense that unknown fear engulfs everyone, they burn in the fire to be free and rise from the ashes like a phoenix.And they sing, they sing.2020
THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM
There, in a strange liquid calm,the morning star hangs and rises,rolling the first pink drops of dawnin the twilight of a vague night.It seems that dawn is dripping downthe temples of the head of the skyand turns the reality of earthinto illusory another world,where the horizon is clear and boundless,there eyes are open, the brain thinksand where there is no placefor violence and lawlessness.But here and now at the crossroadsof today's madness and kneeling -the calm before the storm ...But will break out the storm and bleeding.And crowd stress will step straight into that.And everyone eventually will face it.And an ominous dance with deathwill roll across the reckless groundwith sand like shattered bones,with pouring rain like pouring blood,trying to change the course of life.You shut your ears and close your eyesso the sand and rain don’t get inside.You go through the storm, with fastness.You go step by step and fight…2020
More drawings by Natalia Govscha
More drawings by Natalia Govscha
Наталья Говша - писатель, поэт и художник. Живет в Mississauga, Ontario Canada. Изучает философию, алхимию и синтез религий. Это знание отражено в её стихах, рассказах, картинах и рисунках.
Ранее она опубликовала две книги стихов: «Woman's Diary» (февраль 2015 г., Archway Publishing) и «If You Look At The Sky» (15 сентября 2018 г., издательство Golden Box Books, иллюстратор и редактор Эрика М. Сабо.)
Работы опубликованы в: Cinematic Codes Review (published Drawing "Cirle of Life") and BIO WILDFIRE PUBLICATIONS MAGAZINE FEBRUARY 1, 2019 (Natalia Govsha - poet of the month), Our Poetry Archive, Where the Mind Dwells EBER & WEIN Publishing, Lucidity Poetry Journal, The Poeteer A 21st Century Poetry Publication, Poetry Train Canada, The Writer's Drawer, The Tower Journal, ATUNIS GALAXY POETRY, Spillwords Press, World Poetry Open Mic ( broadcast), and in many Anthologies.
Ее рисунки и картины были включены в видеофильмы различных песен.
Готовится к печати ее третья книга рисунков и стихов «Painted Stories».
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