GALINA ITALYANSKAYA

GALINA ITALYANSKAYA

Möbius Strip

One more car passed me by today

I am coming back, home and dry

It's a wonder, I know you pray

When it passes, you breathe a sigh

I would soothe your heart, but I can't

All is done for me, all is said

And I laugh as I hear, “Count

To a hundred and then forget”

Calculation has made me old

Sleepless nights to bewail my dream

What on earth keeps me in the world

Where I can't even talk to him?

He's so far, on another side

Not to penetrate, nor to flip

I can't reach him

Perhaps I might

If we lived on a Möbius strip

In my space I was left no choice

So I play with my lucky find,

Half-asleep, listening to your voice

Haunting melody in my mind

“All I need is hope

That you'll be with me

Take my hand and hold

Hold me tight and live

All you need is faith

Leave your doubts and trust

We will find a place

Home for us”

Noise

Lies all around

Lies everywhere

Adverts and politics

Broadcast

Online

Lies on your mind

Curses and swears

Drop from your lips

Labels of mine

What is the cause?

Where is the truth?

Why have you chosen

To paint me black?

Making it worse

Thinking to soothe

Hoping you're closer

To getting back

Look in my eyes!

Hear my voice!

You're mistaken

In me so hard

All of your lies

Are nothing but noise

Love is the beacon

Inside your heart

Greed

Catch the sun

And lock into the cell

To offer it for sale…

Guy, you're still not happy.

Make a sound,

Declare, “It is mine,

So you can buy it here,

But do not dare to copy!”

Let your thought

Be signed as solely yours,

Certificated, patented

To fill your bank account.

You forgot,

If you have ever known,

Guy, what you really own

Is what you care about.

One can swear

The land belongs to him,

And he can build his firm,

He has all needed papers.

He's a liar.

He only takes and leaves

Polluted air and rivers,

Exhausted soil and people.

When your heart

Looks for another heart,

It tries to reach the stars,

It sings to someone dear.

Does it hurt,

If songs are spread for free?

Is that your only creed?

To sell and never share?

Tell me if

It came across your mind:

Your greed would make you blind,

Your greed would make you poor.

You believe

That wealth is worth your soul.

Thus, you will mute its song

For sure.

 

GALINA ITALYANSKAYA

GALINA ITALYANSKAYA, 42 y.o., born in the USSR in a small northern town, now living in Russia with her children and working as an English teacher. Since the early childhood she’s been in love with nature: dense forests, rivers and lakes, mountains and seas. Actually, its beauty surrounds her all her life. She has travelled a lot, and it is always a source of inspiration. Her other interests are photography and art. She loves to draw pictures, and she hardly can imagine going on a trip or just for a walk without a camera. Galina has written poetry since her school years. About 10 years ago she composed her first poem in English, inspired by her friend from abroad. And thanks to poetry she’s found many good friends all over the world. In 2015 she joined “Poets Unite Worldwide” group, and some of her poems were published in their anthologies.