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And will you face without fear

Her silent gaze, which would be near?

And what will be your final words,

Are they melodious chords?

Or will they sound just like this:

"Oh death, hold on! I beg you, please!"?

There is much time now to decide

Before it is your final night,

Until it is your final dusk

How will you answer, being asked.

For judging way of how you died

One understands of how you lived,

It may be most important thought …

And all the other matters not.

24.01.2007

Love and hate will brew your fate

Love and hate will brew your fate,

Open divine, hellish gate,

Make or crush your human being,

Burn your eyes or give new seeing.

You was once a man of pride

Who was many times but right,

Something like enlightened man

With a wisdom in your pen.

Of the love you tried to say,

Helping strangers on your way,

Writing poems at your leisure,

Living life with all its pleasure...

All until you start to hate

Other humans on earth plate,

Who were full of sins and evils,

Who did look like just as devils.

Was you right to feel as such,

In disgust escaping touch,

Turning back in thought and action,

Cursing their breed and faction?

They, perhaps, were distant ones,

Though they too were divine sons,

Though they too were God's creation,

Though they too were population.

It's now different you feel -

Heart was locked with a seal...

Oh, where has gone your sanity?

It's all but like insanity...

With a headache in your head,

With your eyes of color red,

With the illness of your mind

Will again peace you find?

Love and hate decide your fate,

Closing hellish, divine gate,

Killing or reborn your being,

Give new sight or end your seeing...

24.01.2007

Slow down

Slow down, friend, you've worked fine

For endless months staying till nine,

And worked like a caged pet,

Whose health became his crazy bet.

All hoping to contribute much

To your new home place as of such

And please the rulers of the match,

Who are too far to be of touch.

But you will find no treasure chest

In a society like wasp's nest.

A test of will, a test of faith...

How have they called this madness' race?

And how did they explained to others

That they must now forget theirs brothers,

That they must be ‘devoted ones’

And thus become the Working Funs?

And thus to spend entire days

In office cells - this slavish place,

With no time to return to home,

With no will not to sign the form?

Slow down, friend, you've done your best

And thus have earned your rightful rest,

It was your last and final test -

To learn to do not always best.

To learn to choose the things, that's right,

To learn to make your person's fight.

And trust me, you will not go down,

If you at once

Will

Just

Slow

Down.

24.01.2007

We are but mere pawns in the hands of kings

We are but mere pawns in the hands of kings,

We are the mindless spawns, just soul-enslaved beings.

No more than the listeners, no more than the followers,

No more than self-missed ones … will ever we be over us?

We follow those without minds, who claim they have divine rights,

As if they are the higher beings, yet they and blind and have no seeing.

We could not find the satisfaction unless we do belong to faction,

Unless we all are parts of crowd, for only then we feel us stout.

And we will fight to our death with those ones who's been claimed as "less",

And we will drink theirs bloody tears and name those drinkers as the Heroes.

Thus snake will catch it's own tail, thus it will comes to no avail.

Thus heroes born, thus heroes die … and will thy soul that survive?

And does thy soul ever feels that you are standing on your kneels,

That you are lesser than a man if you are slave there and then?

And will you ever understand that there is but one Upper Hand,

The hand of god, not mere men, and will it all be over then..?

But will you ever come to peace? And will you stop the other's tease?

And will you ever think of others as if they were your own brothers?

And will you find the satisfaction belonging to yourself, not faction?

And will you thus become the Man, so it can all be over then?

Just one thing might be said as right - it will be done by men of mind.

24.01.2007

Бег

Позади - только пыль,

Впереди - только бег,

И не знаешь порой,

Где начнешь свой разбег,

И не знаешь совсем,

Сколько надо бежать,

И бежишь до тех пор,

Пока можешь дышать.

Это бег без конца,

Это бег насовсем,

Пусть сегодня никто -

Завтра можешь стать всем,

Пусть сегодня лишь бег -

Завтра будет покой...

Но твой ум все бежит,

Презирая простой.

И не мнишь ты уже

Теперь жизни иной -

Стала бегом она,

Позабыт твой покой.

И спросить бы тебя

Сколько можно бежать?

Не ответишь мне ты -

Ты забыл, как дышать,

Ты забыл, как любить,

Ты забыл, как цвести,

И забыл ты про крылья,

Что могут нести.

Ты забыл, как лететь -

И теперь ты бежишь,

Стал бездушен, как лед,

Даже в беге дрожишь.

Но твой бег в никуда

Не способен согреть...

Ты бежать будешь - жизнь,

Хотя мог - долететь.

26.02.2007

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