Shadows.Тени

Being always together with the shadows of their undercover heroes and their thoughts…

Dark and light for ever take turns…

Giving rise to inexplicable outbreaks of human emotions…

The suffering prophet is always sick with the truth…

He is seen as an ill insane person by the rude mob…

He is scorned and ridiculed…

Until another shadow from the nonexistence of the dead…

Wanders into the home of the living again…

To remind them of everyone’s future fate…

Where the roles of the ill and the mob will exchange…

The suffering prophets are always better than anyone else…

They are neither able to rob a baby…

Nor to ignore its tears…

The cross that they regard as a nice trinket will not save them either…

The show presented by whirling cruel fools waiting to enter hell…

The shadows that visited them have already placed their marks…

But they do not all know that it is so near…

It is inevitable, it is close by…

They are everywhere, always…

Behind your back….

The birth of a universal soul.Рождение вселенской души

Our feeble vulnerable body travels around the world crossing thresholds…

Our silent soul speechlessly gazes upon the world that we live in…

After a while it awakes but the mind is intractably stuck at one same thought…

The light of enlightenment brings imagination that has wandered the world since ages ago…

The phantom of dead love disguised as an angel woman…

The moaning of unfulfilled hopes…

Sounds of sea and rustling of clouds…

The lonely figure of a wandering man travelling around the globe like a shadow…

Star dust covers his head from a mysterious caravan with flashing starlets from the hills of dull earth…

This wanderer picks the souls of lonely strolling lovers…

They are unusually colorful like laces of worldly rainbow…

Sparkles of the universe need rainbow souls…

They will be flaring up without end and burn for a thousand years of angelic heavenly awakening…

The rumbling of these souls will spread around numberless cantons of universes…

The flying flame sparkles of the rational outer space soar like butterflies captivating everlasting comets…

Sometimes they will fly over the dull asleep earth covering it with mist of cosmic dreams…

And the sparkles of future majestic stars will flare up inside the empty mundane souls…

These flares will reflect the colorful evening sky dome which they will soon unveil…  Farewell, fading flowers of the earth and the strange mundane fear that fills one’s soul…

For all those who believe in eternity…

From the space of a cosmic soul….

Brightening of a nerve.Озарение нерва

This melody of joy will speed up my pace…

This grief will squeeze my heart…

This birth will inspire my dreams…

This woe will crush my consciousness…

These eyes will stop me begging for rescue…

This nervous breakdown will cover me with sweat…

This anguish will petrify my look…

This scream will break through my soul…

This statue will make me kneel down…

These tears will force me to refrain from sleep…

This death will make me go gray…

This love will force me to startle…

This dead leaf will press me against the autumn ground…

Or else the world will vanish and I shall die in white empty space…

Alone, with my needless despair…

Because of my useless feelings….

The Root of Life.Корень жизни

        Pure spring rain will pour in the morning when you wake up and look out the window of a new day of life…
       The smell of the burgeoning buds enflame your young consciousness, where kindness and joy are flourishing…
       Are you ready to flit through the window and fly over this marvelous garden, although this is only a few tall trees under your window, outstretching blissful odorous branches…
      How beautiful young passion of life is, after the rain, and how blissful soil around your house is that emerald leaves open through buds….
        Your kind hands will nurture and grow wonderful rainbow flowers, bathed in dew throughout summer…
        The echo of their beauty will grow forever in your young memory and clear mind forever, which will also flourish, and bring joy to hundreds of pure colored young eyes…
        The beginning of your long flowering, life will never be interrupted, even if your brain will stop working, and the heart — beating…
         It is you, who breathed the divine smell of the swollen buds so young and so in time that weather changes in your life just brighten its meaning, without which you would have turned into a shapeless crushed grass at the roadside….

 

The voice of the unclaimed mind.Голос невостребованного разума

It only seems that you are the master of your destiny…

You only hear what is around you but it seems to you that you think…

You only just watch the world but it seems to you that you rule it…

You believe that it is you who reached out his hand for the life-giving water but it is your key cells which call for it…

You are simply a man who got wet while caught in a heavy shower but it seems to you that you can feel your body…

You believe that you are a kind soul who is giving a coin to a beggar standing on the edge of life but you are just an event of human fortune being in one same boat of existence…

You think that you are surrounded with kind smiley faces but in fact it is a day-to-day dream game…

You trust the words said but they are just a weapon that other people use against you…

You think that you are working for a good cause but your work is skillfully used by others…

It seems to you that you will be protected by laws which you follow but these laws are issued by others and they will turn against you when you trust in their support…

You are respected by close people who surround you but once you leave them they forget about you and sigh with relief…

They cook tasty health-giving food for you but it costs you way too much like some good poison does….

Well-wishing people will build a beautiful house for you but it will turn into a heavy lead stone on your hands tired of work…

They think of you when you are ill so you will not cease to carry your burden further, for the illusionary odd concepts of power….

Those around you will think of you with affection when you do not need anything already…

You have your friends with you when you greet them with a smile standing firmly on the bridge of life…

The joy of being is with you when you still believe that life is beautiful….

Spring air will surround you until your feet feel the mud of impassible roads…

White infused snow will surround you until your blood appears on it…

No one will note your conscience since others do not have one…

There will only be room for you inside the earth when you decide to die because those around you will not let you fly up into the happy heaven…

Your brain will remain unclaimed since some thought may emerge inside your eyes…

Your ashes will be left behind since they may remind one of rational life’s fantasies…

Your ego is too kind to survive among others….

Your ego is different from the ego of others and in such a way it can infect them… 

Your name cannot be given to other people or else you will be resurrected…

Your way cannot be followed by others or else many will be left with nothing to do…

Others should not live off your pleasures or else everybody will become a god…

The ones in love will become happy through your troubles and that means that the evil of others will remain unclaimed….

Children will feel joy through your troubles and that means that others will not see their tears…

Your dreams cannot come true on earth or else others will feel the meaning…

Your steps should get lost or else others will follow you….

Snow and Wind.Снег и Ветер

Snow is majestically flying. Then it stops and lies down into the eternity of our path and the growing pulsating consciousness of the young…

Wind of changes will gather the yet alive gust of this joyful strange feeling and carry us away into the eternity of its own living creation…

Snow will patiently absorb the traces of our youthful persistent steps into the yet unknown disappointment…

Into the bright oasis of affection towards a commencing life…

Wind will blow at our back forcing us not to get tired for a long time as well as drying our backs…

Snow will cover the salt piling up on top of our backs…

Wind will freeze our vulnerable ailing feelings as years go by…

Snow will turn them into a thickened marble mirror…

Wind will polish this glassy mirror which is no longer breakable…

All our deeds and hopes will freeze inside it…

         The ones that were realized and the ones that were not…

Snow will hide the faded youth and figure…

Wind will shut the tired eyes…

After a while snow will join us with nature and peace that we ourselves are already waiting for…

Wind will carry our spirit away to the edge of this wonderful endless lake and turn it into a riverside glassy stone – in this ever-contemplating silence…

And only the frosty air – like the northern lights – will color the sparkling shore and the little star which has frozen there for ever…

You and your unique glare….

Reflection.Отражение

The rosy lotus of the universe will blow up the ice-cold body of a snow-clad comet…

Its icy crystals will melt in the earth’s ozone field…

You will be born at the pleasure of this Creator’s ambassador out of this cold crystal…

Bathing in a rosy cloud of the trembling wind of life…

You will look at the blissful blue sky…

Although your feet are on the ground like heavy rocks…

In the middle of the shaky tremor of green grass…

The sun of life will become your god and make you admire it…

Until you melt from its heat and the mist that remains of you whirls away…

Up there where those crystals of the time giant dropped from – disguised as that eternal comet…

Which is flying away like a cool cloud of yours…

Resignedly reflecting in the water mirror of the earth….

 

  

Your beautiful guardian angel. Твоя прекрасная хранительница

The moon will reveal you the still deep nightly twilight and you will follow this winding unpaved road – which is the only road that you have never walked to the end…

This road begins as a path from your flower-smelling house, where waves of wheat fields are roaring nearby…

         You are flooded with youthful ardor and optimism. You are an unspoiled young man…

Nobody is waiting for you but you are still walking towards life…

You are an ordinary modest fellow…

Silently watching your known retiring step familiar roadside bushes will bid farewell to you …

You will touch them with your hand trying to preserve the feeling of pleasant warmth and smell…

Cozy little wooden houses surrounded by thick trees will wave at you with clouds of steamy smoke above their roofs…

The world will expand to the unknown pavements of a noisy city and fresh smiling female faces…

You will fall in love with a sweet face and nice grey eyes. You will admire them for many years until she leaves you because of your naïve kindness and hard-working hands…

But shortly after that you met a young well-educated woman wearing a dark dress and having sly shiny eyes…

She will adore your body and your gentle hands that can feel the pulse of her joyance…

Her green eyes and her sensible white body will make you endlessly happy…

She will teach you what pleasure is and improve your slow clumsy gait…

You will get used to the tall beautiful houses as well as the people who built up their life in a vain race of many-colored cars…

The sun of the free city will tempt you with dozens of girls who have pleasant faces and young firm bodies…

You will realize the value of money and a word of encouragement…

Wicked glazy eyes will pass you by…

Your green-eyed lady will try not to catch the sight of your eyes peeping at other women only for the sake of silly satisfaction…

She will act wise and pretend not to notice your coolness towards her…

She will simply enjoy being with you…

After all you were lucky from the very start…

You are young and attractive…

She chose you along with your yet uncurbed habits which helped you avoid blending with the dull city crowd from the beginning…

She cannot stand any hypocrisy. She is pleased that someone else admires you since she is aware that you completely belong to her…

She is not afraid to lose you…

She knows about the spite of cities and the cruelty of money in the hands of evil people…

Your peaceful nature plunged into her endearment will still come to her again, together with you…

One day she arrived here and she was also lucky with this man who was also unaware of hypocrisy and loved her white tight unspoiled body…

He taught her how to look into the future and enjoyment which they are sharing now together…

The city is big. Everyone is born and lives with his own thoughts and desires. They are so different – both people and their desires…

She remembered that she never opened her soul to people, neither she envied nor harmed them…

She liked to work and she learned to restrain herself from giving herself up to the rich…

This is how the world is organized and this is how you are organized too. Be what you are and do not let yourself to be fooled by money and people who possess everything and have as much cash as you can only dream of…

But maybe they are not happy and not a single dream could warm them…

The time will come and you may also have the money…

Admire the surrounding world and warm her beautiful body given to you – in which her heart is beating for you too — with the warmth of youth…

She is your guardian angel…

She is the woman who loves you since you are a couple of birds flying across the expanses of life…

You are gazing at her with the happiness of two people — who are so alike — living together…

Retain your blissful Status Quo along with your guardian angel – that woman who you feel easy and comfortable with…

After all, what you need to be happy is as little as having such a woman beside you…

Humble, gentle and endlessly loving….

An angel.Ангел

The beat of her tiny heart – neither broken by cutting winds that storm around the skyscrapers’ shadows nor streets resembling multiple crucifixes – was still pulsing…

People are slowly dying there while burning each other with dark hatred and anger…

A pale tiny face of a fragile girl called Fantasy was hiding behind this small gentle heart…

Nothing can please this town of crucifixes that belong to slain souls…

People aimlessly roam about streets in their search for bread and circuses…

Their faces — ugly from bile — gloomily mock those who are still able to admire the occasionally growing grass and are self-forgetfully listening to the murmur of trees which gives them a wandering faint smile and brings hope…

When it starts to rain a joyless crowd of people will shrink into the corners of their houses since the warm summer rain washes the swollen dirt away from their bodies and their skin starts to stink disgustingly and itch…

And only occasional people remaining in the streets raise their ecstatic faces upon the sky and thank the Creator under the insatiably angry glare of the filthy watching crowd…

The crowd is screaming and yelling when looking at their happy freshened faces…

After the rosy summer rain is gone filthy people run out of their homes and start spilling filth on daredevils with heart-rending laughter and wild jeers…

Since this town has been settled by people it began to cover itself with the aura of evil and devilry…

To avoid being intimidated and crushed pale righteous men who like pure rain and the clear sky slowly die behind the iron doors of their apartments and houses…

The town was filling with stinky smell of the dead where the mad crowd was seeking new show and violence like a pack of hungry yard dogs…

 The crowd started when this pale little girl wearing white came out of her house and slowly limping made her way towards the old broken pool with clean splashing water smelling like heaven. And smiling and splashing her face she silently dipped her small rosy hands into this water and walked into it…

Yelling from resentment the crowd maliciously started and directed its steps to her …

Stones and thorny branches were thrown at her…

As if without noticing the beginning deadly hail the girl was spinning sweetly while being fondled by the shining cheerful water…

But then she wobbled and started to collapse slowly when a sharp rock hit her in the temple and streamlets of blood flew down her white dress…

 Like an injured bird she quietly waved her tiny hands trying to rise into this luring clear blue sky but she fell into stained vinous water hearing an approving cry from the crowd…  

 Iron grey clouds appeared out of nowhere and – with a reverberating thunder — they rained down streams of hellish lightning upon the mad crowd which rolled like a fireball into the cellars of their dirty shelters. Squealing and wailing this crowd was leaving its bloody trace along with charred dirty bodies…

The pool filled with clean water and – like a white sail stained with red blots — the girl’s little body moved into the water rivers raving in the town…

Her hardly breathing body was drifting slowly and the raft that came across it cautiously picked it up…

One hour later everything was over…

The name of this town has never been mentioned by people any more…

And the raft which pulled up to a high shore carefully handed her over to the strong branches of a mighty oak where the happy face of a white angel lit up…

He flew off this green mountain and whirled away very high to light the stars forgotten by people a long time ago – the stars that threw light upon her way into the pulsating  bowels of the eternal universe where one could hear her clear laughter…

A long time ago he forgot and forgave the people who disappeared in this world….

Sidewalk blues.Тротуарный Блюз

You will not become any worse if you lose something…

You will also feel sorry…

For the tired horses that walk past…

You will never draw stars’ attention…

But you will raise your head and see…

The endless sky, shining with blinking stars…

Spread out lunar miles of mystery…

They will captivate you with their magnificence…

And you will be able to walk past beneath these stars…

To the city sidewalk blues…

It will be playing in your mind…

Until your soul rises…

Towards those ever-shining stars…

Across those lunar miles…

For ever….

Dirty fingers are always there in our life…

because when you are born they are always clean…