Он поддержать бы Солнце рад,
Коль сможет все ж преобороть
Умом он хитрость, духом - плоть.
Душой чиста прекрасна дева,
Средь духом нищих - королева,
Пусть зажжена в ней будет вера,
Ведь дева та и есть Венера.
Так мужа два и с ними дама
Стремятся к свету сильно рьяно,
Родной земле стремятся дать
О своем будущем узнать.
Но Марс не будет молча ждать,
Завет начнет он извращать,
И кровь невинных проливать ...
Но больше злу не побеждать.
Придет Юпитер к ним тогда
И справедливость навсегда
Средь многих стран он восстановит,
И Марсу саван подготовит.
И скован будет Зверь тогда,
И век Сатурна на года
Земле той будет подарен,
И дух людской превознесен.
Рукой других раскрыть все ж Урну
И посвятить свой стих Сатурну
Сам Нострадамус счел за честь ...
Планет всего ж, как видно, шесть.
30.06.2010
So you were born, a helpless man,
Who would be strange for now and then,
And who would not be understood
By parents in his childhood,
Who would soon start to feel as so
He's one of soldiers in the row
Without mind, without heart,
All struggling to escape this, but...
But it will be in aftertime -
And we return to what is prime.
You were a child, small and funny,
Who learned how to cry for mummy,
Whose world was in her lips and hands
With no idea where it ends.
But years passed, and you grew strong,
And found soon that you were wrong,
And found world ahead of you
Along with things, not much, not few,
Along with men, all old indeed,
Not knowing where it will you lead,
Now knowing how you will soon feel
In being someone other's meal,
In being someone other's toy
As they but mock and laugh in joy,
For they have found you as "strange"
When you appeared in the range,
When you refused to play with them,
When you showed no respect to Sam,
When you was almost all alone
Within your own thoughts and tone.
Man-in-itself in all the aspects,
Without need for fame and respects,
Without wish to behave so...
Not like a soldier in the row.
Oh, boy, not soon you understood
That it was not for bad, but good,
That it was like a road's stone
For no one said there would be none,
For no one said there was no price
For understanding of such size,
For possibility to grow
Not sacrificing to The Row.
You were the different, alone,
For many others - road's stone,
And by some person's wish for fun
You were then called "another one".
You tried to make them understand
That you could give a helpful hand
To help them see the other sun ...
But they just laughed: "Another one!".
You tried to help them feel as so
They are unique in the row -
That's similarity you’ve fought,
You tried to help ... they listened not.
Another one you have become
In their eyes in days to come,
In their endless wish for fun -
Thus you have born, Another One!
It would take many days to see
That they were right, and to agree
With their nickname of this kind,
For you are now a man of mind,
For you can now respect the others,
For you can see them as the brothers,
For you can distinguish them all
Though they may look like bricks in wall.
For you can help them see the sun
When one of them is in the run,
When one of them have not at all
Intentions to be Brick in Wall.
You've grown to the man of mind,
There are few ones on your side -
And even fewer who can grow
To break one day that cursed Row.
So now relax, and just have fun
In being this ... another one.
24.01.2007
The Earth is cradle for the men ...
But that is just the part of plan,
For it has yet another side -
The Earth is sleeping deep inside.
And with the Earth sleeps humankind ...
There is potential for mind
That was forsaken long ago,
The man preferred to lay it low.
That man preferred to fall asleep ...
It now, like newborn, breathes deep,
Yet knowing nothing of his kind,
There is little use for sleeping mind.
He has forgotten whom he was
And he has still so many foes,
Who hunt for him in own dreams ...
He's always victim - so it seems.
He may believe in thousand things,
To these beliefs he always clings,
But there is yet the other side -
He's sleeping deep, so deep inside.
There are so many forms of sleep ...
You'll have to make a quantum leap
To free yourself of dream's clutch,
All what’s at stake - it's just too much.
There are more than one way
To end the night, to bring the day,
To step past shade, becoming solar,
To soar high, to fly as stroller.
If you are victim - you shall suffer,
Your tortures will become all tougher,
And day will come, you faith'll be shaken -
And from that pain you'll awaken.
If you are stronger than the rest,
If heart still beats in own chest,
If heart is always full of fire -
Than your solution is desire.
Destroy your cage in own wake
And grow inside you what it take
To shape your heart and mind in one,
To dive in self, to dive for fun.
Awaken now, awaken, sleeper!
There is still time before your reaper
Will take you out of this life ...
Just throw away your fears, dive!
If own fire will be lit
And on the paper it will feed,
And for this guide in dire need ...
Than it is yours - and so be it.
24.05.2009
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide,
And pain now serves as some sort of rite
With no means to heal the tortured soul ...
There is but no cure for things that are foul.
No target to strike, no foe to fight ...
That doesn't look good, that cannot be right!
And all of the might have too died within,
It sank in the void and cannot be seen.
Nowhere to go, no reason to live...
Until it's gone you will never thrive,
You might gnaw it through - yours life golden cage,
But that'll only feed this beast's endless rage.
You cannot escape, you may only hide,
But this beast can wait - for he is your Pride,
It may sleep for long in souls like sky,
But he is eternal - and thus cannot die.
You will once submit, you cannot resist,
For will long have gone, for road always twist...
It will be the greatest and fiercest beast
For ones lost in fog, for those lost in mist.
And one day your eyes you will sacrifice
To obey his orders in search of a prize,
You will start to live in dreams of your size
Once your foul Pride will be on the rise.
Stop running for now, and face him alone -
And face him in battle, face him being prone,
Face him being poor, face him being rich,
And have once the courage to lay him in siege!
You cannot escape, you may only hide,
But this cannot help - for he is inside.
Once being awoken it will bite and tear,
And what is the worst - he sleeps just so near...
14.10.2007
Can you hear my voice? I shall speak of your choice,
Of the bonds you've been given, of unreachable heaven,
Of the freedom you've lost to become nameless ghost,
Of the life you do live, helping prison to thrive.
Can you hear me now? You are one in a row,
Perfect soldier in all but to find own goal,
But to follow your mind which is gone with a wind,
And to find own path, being "I" and not "Us",
Being one in a crowd, stepping your own road
And ignoring comment, that thus safety does end.
One, who wants to break free, one, who wants to be man,
Needs willpower to see - he's a slave now and then,
Moving predefined ways, speaking his usual "nays",
Watching all-common faces, racing other ones’ races.
Never will slavery end, never will prison break
Till you find inner land - and the willpower you seek.
Will you hear me now, being one in a row?
It's your mind who'll break free - and one day that you'll see.
16.03.2007
I have been given flaming blade
To pierce night and fight with shade,
And it is glowing with that fire
The source of which is my desire.
It has seen war, it knows of peace,
It chopped heads, it burned grease,
And it executed swift death,
For some it's curse, for others bless.
It has severed diseased limbs,
It has exposed others’ sins,
It was a torch for ones in dark,
Cut out exit to those stuck.
It settled disputes in the world,
It used to touch the right heart's chord,
Its clang alone can make heart brave,
And it is lost for those who rave.
It is engulfed in the flame
And thus can make its wielder lame,
It brings uncommon sort of fame
Which clears heart and grants no shame.
Yes, I can feel its heat in hands ...
This blade has traveled many lands
And many battles it has seen,
Those armed with it destined to win.
It's a reflection of a Word,
Which always touches rightist chord
And purifies its victim's heart ...
Eternal justice, friend and guard.
03.12.2009
He is inside, and he is within,
He is enslaved and cannot be seen,
He is alive, and yet he is dead,
He is a joy, but now he is sad.
You've searched beyond for millennia years,
You've praised his name in your salty blood tears -
And thus he became the punishment tool,
And you have become a ritual fool.
But still you all hope to see him one day
And listen to what this one has to say...
He might and he would, he did and he does,
Wrong place you search still where he never goes.
But turn off your mind and let silence reign,
And listen to what your heart would be saying ...
And then lost yourself - what did not exist,
Your mind would be pure, your sight wouldn't twist.
You'll hear the voice, silenced for so long,
True part of yourself with such a strange tongue.
For he is within, but rare to find...
You'll know this one day -
Your God is inside.
12.02.2007
I am not one to follow, I am not one to blame
I am a light in the darkest night,
I am a stone on the road that is right,
I am a mead in a sorrow's potion,
I am but a tear in a life’s ocean.
I am not one to follow,
I am not one to blame,
And my pass won't be sorrowed,
Thus I don't feel ashamed.
I am not of the chosen,
I am not of the right -
I am just but a mortal
Who is simply not blind.
And I don't see the future,
And I can't alter souls,
I am but a life's teacher
Who has no selfish goals.
And as long as I'm here
Standing fast, holding ground,
You may not have the fear
For new life is around.
All to see you are happy
Lightened ones, helping others,
So one day in the long last
I can call you “my brothers”.
24.01.2007
I don't know why I feel I am
