All Alone
05-04-2007 17:41
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Философские музыкально-поэтические изыскания. Начал писать давно, окончил вчера. Так иногда все мы чувствуем. И иногда это нам нужно, хотя бы на какое-то время... Чтобы ещё сильнее ценить то, что мы имеем...
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All Alone
No any comfort in this life
There’re only clouds of grey behind
I wish to look far over this deserted place
Which slides in me like blunt knife
My every step is taking me down
To the swamp where lizards grow disease
Stinking mud is leaking through lips
Absorbing no more – cannot breathe in this marsh gown
The lizard king told me simple words
But in fact they were complicated thoughts
In my brains I hear worms breaking through the cores
Of bordered mind with rustle chords
Sh-sh-shiny little gem
Is somewhere deep within me
Only it makes me feel insane
And I cannot tear it to forget the pain
Even scorpions couldn’t
When cut my chest with venom claws
They found the source but died in its light
To their mothers’ woes
On the inside of life I heard laughter and cries
Children were playing sunset and rise
When one closed his eyes all disappeared
And he shouted loud – now its darkness, keep fear
And alone in his closed-eyen-sunset he tried to catch others
And his mouth was sad…
When someone was caught, he opened his eyes
And shouted loud – now it is sunrise
All ye, who feared, bow in awe before shine
That solar crown grants us to heal the decline…
I watched for a while those sweet little cherubs
I watched them grow up into lecherous demons
Playing their own sunset and rise
Bathing in leisure, pretense and lies…
They fall in love – raping
Banished from loved and all alone…
Walking by the lyrically belied, distorted streets
Of grey and violet asylunatic disharmony
I play hairs with the wind raising my eyes to the purple skies
Which summon rain
And there are little harbingers of grim and gloomy Monday
Who make me lost my way and forget about bad predictions
To enjoy their gutta-percha flight, their sensual parade
Almost erotic figures, that swallows make in their sliding
By the air and jumping from the earth to heaven flare
In flock where every bird is part of one big life
And element of motion sculptural excitement
For those who can hold eyes up as long
As swallows dance continues
Until it ceases far behind the silhouettes of roofs…
Come to no meaning at all
Just wanted to touch the sky…
What’s it made of?
Thick syrup of human vain dreams
Jelly of bravado shouts
Venom of asks, entreaties, prayers
Old wine on absinthe couch
To opium approach
There I slumber at the end of everything…
There’s no void…
Another substance, even more empty and diseased
So grotesque, poetically mirrored, occultically transcribed and revealed
On the memory field of unburied things so long awaited and bewared of…
Here, by the testament of soul
I’m all alone…
Just let the fire in…
Another story then will paint my traces
On the flowing sand…
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[610x411]All Alone
No any comfort in this life
There’re only clouds of grey behind
I wish to look far over this deserted place
Which slides in me like blunt knife
My every step is taking me down
To the swamp where lizards grow disease
Stinking mud is leaking through lips
Absorbing no more – cannot breathe in this marsh gown
The lizard king told me simple words
But in fact they were complicated thoughts
In my brains I hear worms breaking through the cores
Of bordered mind with rustle chords
Sh-sh-shiny little gem
Is somewhere deep within me
Only it makes me feel insane
And I cannot tear it to forget the pain
Even scorpions couldn’t
When cut my chest with venom claws
They found the source but died in its light
To their mothers’ woes
On the inside of life I heard laughter and cries
Children were playing sunset and rise
When one closed his eyes all disappeared
And he shouted loud – now its darkness, keep fear
And alone in his closed-eyen-sunset he tried to catch others
And his mouth was sad…
When someone was caught, he opened his eyes
And shouted loud – now it is sunrise
All ye, who feared, bow in awe before shine
That solar crown grants us to heal the decline…
I watched for a while those sweet little cherubs
I watched them grow up into lecherous demons
Playing their own sunset and rise
Bathing in leisure, pretense and lies…
They fall in love – raping
Banished from loved and all alone…
Walking by the lyrically belied, distorted streets
Of grey and violet asylunatic disharmony
I play hairs with the wind raising my eyes to the purple skies
Which summon rain
And there are little harbingers of grim and gloomy Monday
Who make me lost my way and forget about bad predictions
To enjoy their gutta-percha flight, their sensual parade
Almost erotic figures, that swallows make in their sliding
By the air and jumping from the earth to heaven flare
In flock where every bird is part of one big life
And element of motion sculptural excitement
For those who can hold eyes up as long
As swallows dance continues
Until it ceases far behind the silhouettes of roofs…
Come to no meaning at all
Just wanted to touch the sky…
What’s it made of?
Thick syrup of human vain dreams
Jelly of bravado shouts
Venom of asks, entreaties, prayers
Old wine on absinthe couch
To opium approach
There I slumber at the end of everything…
There’s no void…
Another substance, even more empty and diseased
So grotesque, poetically mirrored, occultically transcribed and revealed
On the memory field of unburied things so long awaited and bewared of…
Here, by the testament of soul
I’m all alone…
Just let the fire in…
Another story then will paint my traces
On the flowing sand…
Комментарии (4):
Surulainen
06-04-2007-00:30
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Одной из особенностей твоей поэзии является то, что при чтении в голове возникает очень много образов. Это мало у кого встречается, а если учесть, на каком английском ты пишешь, становится понятным, почему с первого раза тяжеловато вникнуть в суть ;о)))
Мне почему-то кажется, что твои стихи можно сравнить с цветным ковром - много разных узоров, цветов, всяких переплетений - и вот вроде они по-отдельности, а в то же время вместе образуют неповторимое великолепие...
Мне почему-то кажется, что твои стихи можно сравнить с цветным ковром - много разных узоров, цветов, всяких переплетений - и вот вроде они по-отдельности, а в то же время вместе образуют неповторимое великолепие...
я почти все поняла,есть лишь несколько неизвестных мне слов..интересные образы..мне понравилось..:)
On the flowing sand…
cool..I like it..:)
On the flowing sand…
cool..I like it..:)
Madame_de_Montespan
06-04-2007-22:05
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ммм...роман в стихах....монументально!
Villard_L_Cord
06-04-2007-23:47
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Surulainen, ковер... занятно... но все равно, спасибо, Ю...
verich, ну... есть повод понять... *улыбка* рад, чот понравилось...
Madame_de_Montespan, мерси, мадам...
verich, ну... есть повод понять... *улыбка* рад, чот понравилось...
Madame_de_Montespan, мерси, мадам...
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