Ветры


оглавление:

1. Word
2. Humanism
3. Full moon
4. Blow of wind
5. Викинг



Word

The lonely candle
In the dark
Beyond the sea
Of dying fires

Is shacking blissfully
Insight
Of vengeful black,
That someone hires.

No will can strike
One sore-full fact:
On edge of death
The only God,
Who has your soul,
Inspires.

He leads you through
And out of stack,
Of fortune wind,
Of crazy luck,

He leads you out
Of heavy air,
Of lazy laugh,
And loss-affair.

As time is down
And nothing's wrong,
We get to place
Where spirit's strong.

We get on top
Of spheric world,
No haze can smug
The crystal thought:

No vain for win
Or pleasure pain
Can get me out
Of rage and blame,

Can clean my soul
And let me speak
The only word
That sounds indeed:

"The only way
Through world of death
Is rightfull patg,
Is rightfull breath."

Behind the everlasting flame
I hear new world
Without shame;
And blissful thunder of the Rain.



Humanism

I wish I was special
I wish I was new.
Just one of the Angels,
Just one of the few.

To make this world better,
To bring a new sky.
To make this life endless,
To force you to fly.

I wish i was special,
Just one of the few.
Now I'm in trash-paper,
Disgusting for you.

My self execution:
Is pride and parade.
Replacement of wonder
Is killing my days.

My miracles suffer,
Their spirit is dead,
They;re all made of plastic,
Of solitude tread.

I thought I was special.
I thought I was true.
I'm just fallen angel,
Belonging to you.



Full moon

The heavy showers of the rain
Are gonna get you far way,
They're bringing up your mind and soul
Through blistering sky to midnight goal.

On other side of the dark houl
You'll find your everlasting home,
Forget your past - one senseless dream,
An empty shadow of true being.

The king of Sun and Queen of moon
Are on the way to guide you through,
To show the most staggering stage,
Where every person acts amazed.

As long as you're induced with grace,
They offer you some deal with space:
Too many shining, kindful words,
But meaning's rough -- your soul is ghost.

The King of sun attracts so much
With glory, power, wine,- just snatch!
The Queen of sun allures with blaze:
With pretty lovers, what a gaze!

Their kindness is no more than trick,
Their light is empty, fr too bleak.
You want to rush away, reject
But voice is cold, all hope is black.

In heart of not-forgiving flame
There's no window out of way.
The only straw, the sensefull spark
Salvates yoy out of joyfull dark.

The heavy showers of the rain
Are flushing sorrow far away.
You've signed a contract, made a bet
On Prophet's way with no regret.



Blow of wind

An every morning makes me lonely,
And every evening turns to dust
My braveness, wisdom and belongings.
And every step blows up in sparks.

There's no eternity in circle.
There's np end in going through
The live of hunger and dissolving
Dependence on related truth.

In search of not upcoming meaning
I'm looking through the rain of time.
He's hiding, dancing on the limit,
He clatters, drumming, washing light,

Erasing steps, which shine through sealings
On bodies of the real things.
Beside all facts, there's more than meaning,
That anything that stands and beings.

And every morning you're eternal,
And every way is always true,
My braveness, wisdom and belongings
Are dust on way, I'm going through.

My life will never be a gamble,
Me life will never be a flame.
I'm blow of wind, no way to handle,
I'm gusting nowhere, insane.



Викинг

Под ногами река времени,
Над главой северное сияние.
Викинг в пустыне дления,
Ищущий воздаяния.

Норд обратит каменьями
Всех, кто не стал пламенем.
Бросаясь во мглу вечности,
Рвутся оковы знания.

Алмазы бликуют племенем,
Стынут очарованиям,
Хрустят на дороге бессмертия,
Зовущие замиранием.

Распахнутый перед ветрами,
Сжатый в кулак прощания
Питает кровавой млечность.
Песков пересыпание.

Викинг в пустыне дления,
Лишённый к себе сострадания,
бросается в бой с Севером,
Полный пьянящей ярости.

В руках его меч знамения,
Миров позади сгорание,
Полный кипящей радости,
Забывший про умирание.


Екатеринбург, 2020 год