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01.12.2011

Черное и Белое

Все черное белым предстаться желало,И черные дыры в мирах прогрызало,Прорвалось и вышло наружу во гнили,Прорыв перекрыть тот и к вам приходили ...А черное - белым, и черный - точь белый,Расстались с надеждой, порвали вы с верой.Коль белое - черным, все белое - черным,То мир будет жить на века обреченным.Все черное белым предсталось уж в мире,Возьмите же гири, несите же гири!А белое - черным, все белое - черным?Вот кто-то шагает уж в стаде покорном.Коль темное - белым, а светлое - темным,То в беге ты в бездну пребудешь проворным."Все черное - черным, а белое - белым!" -Учитель чертил нам движением смелым.Пусть черное - белым, а белое - черным,Лишь белое жить будет в Храме просторном."На время лишь черное выглядит белым", -Учитель писал на доске своим мелом.Казаться пусть черное черным не хочет,Но гром нарастает, он в уши грохочет."Жить черное в мире для белых не будет,Закон справедливо все души рассудит!"Не время для темных, не время для черных,Осталось немного вам глупостей вздорных.О, слабые духом, сойдите с порога,Взгляните, шагают здесь Ангелы Бога!

23.11.2011

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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 mindThat 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 wasAnd 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 leapTo free yourself of dream's clutch,All what’s at stake - it's just too much.There are more than one wayTo 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 wakeAnd grow inside you what it takeTo 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 reaperWill take you out of this life ...Just throw away your fears, dive!If own fire will be litAnd on the paper it will feed,And for this guide in dire need ...Than it is yours - and so be it.

24.05.2009

Flaming Blade

I have been given flaming bladeTo pierce night and fight with shade,And it is glowing with that fireThe 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 flameAnd thus can make its wielder lame,It brings uncommon sort of fameWhich clears heart and grants no shame.Yes, I can feel its heat in hands ...This blade has traveled many landsAnd many battles it has seen,Those armed with it destined to win.It's a reflection of a Word,Which always touches rightist chordAnd purifies its victim's heart ...Eternal justice, friend and guard.

03.12.2009

Man Of Many Names

I don't know why I feel I amOnce lived through all of this - and thenI have forgotten who I was,Who were my friends, who were my foes,How I was called, and how I died ...This feeling does constantly bite,But still my memory is mist ...It's like I start with empty list.And yet some sparks of former lifeFeel very old the time I diveInto reflection of myself -And this makes squeeze my soul nerve.I feel I once had many names ...Are these but dreams, just madness games?I might have gone completely mad,But these feelings long have bred.I worn them all, they were like clothesFor man with many names I wasAnd many faces I once had ...I am, no doubt, truly mad.How one can live the endless lifeAnd pass through death ... and still survive?And still in times remember thatAnother own name he had?They are all mine, I once were them,All these persons in the pram,Like were-man I always shift ...Is it a curse, is it a gift?Is there is one beyond them allThat is my only truly goal,The one, who never had the name,The Nameless One ... are we the same?I will remember once them allFor this is only worthy goal ...The time will come, I'll pass through flamesTo be the Man Of Many Names.

04.05.2008

Phoenix

It is the dream of my origin,For in the dreams I am still virgin,And still I'm fighting with my sleep,But hesitate - that's why I weep.My worthless dreams I must deny,But still afraid to make the try,For who am I now to decideWhat dream is wrong, what dream is right?My purest dream is that of bird -It is the symbol of the worldWhich always change and born anew,This bird I am, like it I flew.For like a phoenix I reborn ...My wings may melt, my wings may worn,But I'm constantly born anew,I'm many-faced in others view.I am restored in the fire,The fire's cold, that fire's dire,It forges one's wings to make him flyer ...It is a grand sight to admire.From former ego it deprives,And, as its victim slowly dies,His flesh begins to grow anew ...And still survivors are so few.I'm passing through this coldest hell,My burning skin is all I smell,My former past will once unfold ...It is a strange sight to behold.For I am one without name,I've lost my past, rejected fame,The Earth will never be my home ...I will be free the time I'm gone.All other worlds awaiting me ...I will awake, I shall break free,Inside myself I'm searching deeper -Such is the fate of the Unsleeper.No one can help me on my path,I'm always self, I'm never "us",Through divine hell I'm passing byTo forge the wings for final flight.The time will come, I will reborn,My former skin myself I'll torn,Reborn anew, becoming flyer -It's all the wish, it's one's desire.

03.07.2009

Success

What does one strife for, if not success?Constantly pressured, each day in stress?What do I care? Listen or not -Poem's successful, still being hot.For politician it's measured in voices,And for musician it's all in the noises.For the reporter - it's in sensations,And for astronomer - in observations.As for the priest - it's measured in souls,And for each medic it's counted in bowels.For common mystic it's in divinations.What of the killer? In annihilations.For simple writer it's in the novels,For complex digger it's in the shovels.For undertaker this one's in corpse,For the oculist this one's in orbs.It's in new places for endless strollersAnd for all merchants all in the dollars.And for the army it's in the wars ...Now do you see where successful one goes?And for the planet it's in the us.Want be successful? See where this goes?Or will prefer not to race for success,Driving as madman, always in stress?Spirit success now is being so rare ...Poem's successful ... what do I care?

11.04.2010

Heart

When one is set in own pathHe will escape all crowd's mass,And will be ready for the fightWith own demons of the blight.He will prevail after all,But pay a costly, dire toll,That toll will be his former life ...He shall destroy it in the strife.The flame of heart may break one's night,The flame of heart destroys the blight,The flame of heart is endless fire,The flame of heart is your desire.My word is blade and song is shield,And I'm still fighting on the fieldIn some eternal, endless war ...That fight is fierce - but what for?I cannot flee, I cannot run,My armor glistens under sun,And blood now feeds the earth below ...I am, like others, one in row.My throat is dry, my thoughts all spin,And hope to end the fight is thin,It won't extinguish by itself -For I am fighting with myself.My mind is helmet for the head,My heart is armor in the red,And as the drops of blood now burnThat heart is ready for its turn.My heart is afire, engulfed in flame,My heart is afire - and yet just the same,My heart is afire wherever I go,My heart is afire - and let it be so.

10.05.2009

Purifier

The webs of past are thick to hack,And maze of life is cold and dark,There are no torches on its walls ...You wander by without goals.Ancestors’ bones all lie below ...You'll end like them, of this you know.What is the meaning of your road?You are destined to die and rot.The slime on walls became your food -It is edible, but no good,The veil of darkness is your cloak,And heart resembles walls of rock.The pits on floor possess no threat -To fall in them you will be glad,And with this maze you've formed band ...But you're still standing where you stand.The walls of past are thick to hack,But you will have to make a brackAnd to destroy them once for all ...For this is only worthy goal.My words may help you on this path ...I am not first, I am not last,For your new life I am the lawyer,But some still see me as destroyer.And when it's cold, and when it's dark,I may become short-living spark ...From time to time, when need is dire,I shall become a Purifier.I'll burn to dust those foul webs,I'll kill all spiders with sword's stabs,I shall become a distant lightWho guides to exit, shining bright.And when the maze is left behind,Screw up your eyes to not be blind,For rising sun you'll see on fore ...And from this time I'll be no more.

29.10.2009