One must be lucid
as a crystal
to awake
inside a dream.

One must be flowing
as a river,
still as a lake.
Strong as a diamond
under pressure
to not break..
beneath the weight
of the divine
mandate.. of the
mundane.

One must be
fierce as tiger
to be …

When does The Sun
behold The Moon?
Is it at midnight?
Or at noon?

In sunny wake
of moony dreams..
a rendezvous
of heavenly
spheres.

Their dance
eternal in the sky.
Mutually toeing
the horizon
line.

If only that
I had the eyes
to see.
The master key
equation
to …

Which flower
blooms the prettiest
in the garden
of Death?

The One
that you planted.
The One
to which you tend.

The One
that grew for you.
The One
that you chose.

What other flower
could it be..
if not The Rose?

Сдался мне он,
долбанный ваш
Голливуд.
Мой фильм..
Отечественный.
Культовая классика..
для тех кто
смело принял
восемьдесят грамм
на грудь.

На вкус как шёлк.
Даже закуска
не нужна.
А как согреет,
объясни мне, брат..
в чём сила?

Разве в мече?
Я думаю что нет.
Мечем ты можешь
запороть..
но сила …

Несут меня
крылатые качели
вверх да вниз.
От тезиса
до антитезы..
ну а посередке
синтез - главный
приз.

Кого винить
что маятник
колеблется
туда сюда?
Шарик
подвешенный
на ниточке
и есть отец
всех колебаний..
тобишь я.

Да только
как бы долбанные
эти колебания
к чертовой матери
остановить?
Ответ простой.
Или сидеть …

В даль пустыни
манит нас
мираж.

На горизонте
живописный,
солнечный
пейзаж.

Раскрашен
акварелью
белый холст
наших надежд.

На утомлённых
солнцем..
Манн небесных
нет.

Идём.. куда?
Не знаем.
А зачем?
Не ясно
никому.

Но всё же,
маршируем мы,
с засохшей пастью,
на ту самую..
заветную мечту.

Kitty comes
and kitty goes
whenever
she pleases.

She bites
and scratches at me,
mercilessly,
when I tease her.

When she gets catty,
I put gentle scritches
on her belly
and her face.

She cuddles up to me
because she knows
that in my hands
she’s always loved
and …

The forge’s heat.
The hammer’s strike.
The force that shapes
and smiths with smite.
Upon the anvil
of The Devil
by the name of
Mephistopheles.
What is he working on?
A special order
regally commissioned
by The Crimson King.

He brought
the sketches
and the ore..
the jewels …

Whose heart
did I once
vow to guard
for life?
Who is my flower
blooming
under dim moonlight?

The One
who found
her shelter
in my nest.
The Lioness
of God..
By Him alone
our union
was blessed.

His ways
may be
unknowable..
Some truths
about them
are however
plain …

That which is gold
may not glitter.
Soft and malleable
though it may be.
That which glitters
may be
gilded silver
instead..
with a tarnish
still hiding
beneath.

Just like copper
develops patina..
after being exposed
for too long.
It is strong
and does not bend
as easy as gold …