Poetry
Way out
It is so difficult to say
If one can follow own way,
If he can face what lies ahead,
If he will live – or live as dead.
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.
Speak with me
Speak with me when it is time –
I will tell you what is prime,
I will tell you what is right,
I shall purify your sight.
Song of a monk
I am just a silent monk
And have no a silver tongue,
Though I’ll try to sing a song
Of how deeply I have sunk.
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.
Side effect
I’ve come to this for now at last –
All past no more than a dust
With dead ideals full of rust
Now blown away with fresh wind’s gust.
Rave of the naive
What of me? I’m good, you see,
I am the one, who just broke free,
I am that one, who wants to change
Imperfect world within my range.
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.
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 to make a leap.
Pawns
We are but mere pawns in greedy hands of “kings”,
We are like mindless spawns, as soul-enslaved beings.
No more than the listeners, no more than the followers,