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Your mindless life you need to raze !
That's how for now I end my phrase …
No more, I can't hold your gaze !


You'll ask for future of this one,
If he became that 'divine son'?
Oh, he soon died in foreign lands -
And that is how this story ends.

Побочный эффект

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.

I am much older that I seem,
No more than a chip in stream,
I am no body and no mind …
The day they die - I'll live behind.

I am the many, and still one,
All these 'me's look just so fun,
And day by day they passing by ...
It is all me - and still not I.

I have no wings - thus cannot fly,
There are no means to make a try,
And still I say - the heavens' mine,
In own dreams I soar just fine.

But what I do - I do for me,
It is myself whom I make free,
It's only I who sees the change
And all the rest may find it strange.

And in the way to consciousness skies
I have been given one small prize
Which is a key to final cage -
This given word will free the sage.

It is a weapon, this word's blade,
From ore of stars it has been made,
And though this gift may not be perfect -
It is a wonderful side effect...

Песнь монаха

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.

Will I ever find the words
To describe my feelings hordes?
Will thy known how long I've prayed
To restore the faith betrayed?

But I'm willing to describe
How the bonds of love are tight,
Though it is like a bitter wine...
All in all, the song is mine.


It was month ago, no less,
I was making strong progress
On the way to saturation
Of the soul in starvation.

Praying hard in starless nights,
Hardening my spirit sights,
Strengthening my own rights
In the defect's endless fights.

Those were days of saturation
Of the soul in starvation …
But so little has been done
To become enlighted one.

And one day all this has crashed,
Own faith myself I’ve smashed,
Brought to kneels of own soul,
Failed to achieve my goal.

Woman entered my hut -
All in all, she was not heard,