На Крыльях Надежды. Поэзия

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

Awaken!

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

Beast inside

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

Break free

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