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Like at present is going the Prophet Oleg To revenge disobedient Khazars – Their homes an' fields for a wild attack He condemned to a plunder an' others. In the armor of conquered ahead of the force He's crossing the field on the back of his horse. A lofty magician from the darkness of wood Is going towards the brave master, Peroun's humble servant he is for good, A herald of luck and disaster, Predictions an' prayers order his life. To the old man Oleg resolved to arrive. « Tell me, magician, beloved by Gods, What happens to me in a year? Shall I get buried with funeral chords And foes celebrate the affair? Please, open the tru

Toffees The story's genuine entire. It was at war. In morning mist A child died under fire With a toffee In his fist. And His mother Every year, For thirty years With no treats, Keeps on bringing at the grave Paper bags with simple sweets: Spans the way That's so remote, Imprisoned by eternal mind, At the turf With heavy load Puts the toffees for her child.

Seclusion of stars? But passing the miles Each other they touch With a ray in exiles. An' all distant sisters Each may find and lock And also invite Into a cordial Talk… Neither betrayals Nor worries Or lies – Just the borders of orbits Impede their tries. And that is the reason I'm worried by thus – Lonesome fortunes Of persons; And never of stars.

Seventh Glass of Tequila In the bar I used to sit                      with my spirit. Condition made me sick,                      I had to feel it. But suddenly I saw her in the room. Tequila boom-BOOM! I couldn't look aside                      or hide my feeling. She was so attractive                      and so thrilling; Seemed to be so pretty flushing bloom. Tequila boom-BOOM! And I would form with her                      a single whole, I sought to kiss her then                      but she was tall. The scent of love was flying in the gloom… Tequila boom-BOOM! I'd never seen the girls                      like t

When your love Reminds a capture, When it's like A blind wall, A denial's not a rupture But a rescue from the all. …The rocket wind from every quarter Will wash entirely your fate, The stooks of clouds grey an' shorter Will, like a tune, originate. An' you On the light an' dusk frontier Will start again for going far. And the Earth's – An out Sphere. But anyway it is – A Star!

Russia You are unusual on my mind. I won't touch your gentle cloth. The secrets lie my dream behind, An' you, my Russia, die in those. Russia's circled with the rivers And the forests keeping haze With the cranes an' mire shivers, An' magician's muddy gaze, Where folks of many nations Got the countries after roams, Sing an' dance at celebrations Under glows of burning homes. Where charmers an' such creatures Make the crops start to grow And the demons play with witches In the road drifting snow. Where a blizzard comes to cover A frail house up to roof, And a maid for her bad lover Whets a knife in snow aloof. Where a wal

1. One little boy was going abode. A ponderous roller was smoothing the road. The boy so was curious to look at the roll. An' now he can easily be hung on the wall. 2. One little boy was crossing the street. A driver of truck was speeding a bit. The boy didn't notice, eating the meals. The meat of the boy is now on the wheels. 3. One little boy, alone on the roof Was walking all day but committed a goof. He was falling so quickly spinning around. The yardman was angry cleaning the ground. 4. One little boy was flying a kite. A plane was flying at a very low height. In a couple of seconds it cut up the toy. The same cruel fate awaited the

Wind I'm not able to live in the present, I'm in love with anxious dreams Both under wet glimmer of crescent   An' solar fiery streams. I'm not able to live in the present, I'm taking the hint of a string, Flowers, woods resounding pleasant, An' tales a billow may bring. For a greater desire forever I pine I live in the future so dim, At dawn in the fog I peacefully sign An' with a night cloud I swim. Often I'm covered by a sudden delight Disturbing the leaves with a kiss. I constanltly live in a tireless flight, I live in a ceaseless unease.

Like a hundred suns the down was flaming, July was creeping lite; It was too hot And heat was waving – That was at countryside. The knoll of Pushkino well arched Like any mount moves; An' downhill There was a village Wry-covered with the roofs. There was a hole Beyond the village As, I'm sure strongly, The Sun came down every night Certainly and slowly. And then Next day To light the world Red sun ascended great. Day after day This Stupid fact Began To irritate. I was so angry on the day That all got dim in fright To Sun I shouted: « Go away! Stop walking in the height! » To Sun I shouted: « You're a drone! Luxuriat

I'm roaming in anguish in the garden in dark Watching the sunset as wise, I'm thinking about my brilliant spark That lighted my road sometimes. Forever it's gone, now deep in the haze So mysterious, foggy it's stridden, It left reminiscence about your face As the passionate pleasure was hidden. I remember it lighted in winter at night, In the middle of town it lighted… I couldn't imagine her embrace'd be tight – An' didn't reply her, oh blinded… Excited by passion she wished very soon To found my heart with no cast, She burnt me at night, an' lit me at noon, All boiled with furious lust! But a frigid reflection completed my bra

Watching wind-whipped waves as they wash away the past, my sense of self subdued into the seas perspective vast. Minutes gliding into hours that ride atop the foam. I blend into the furthest line of sea that feels like home. Skyward, softly scudding clouds, obliterating all, Weary, worn, heart tender torn - rent by a sudden squall, Sea spray from the water’s edge mimicking my tears, Feet are sinking in the sand, along with my lost years. Time sits heavy now, upon my shoulders broadened lets loose only, seemingly, with imaginings uncordoned. Freedom soars on its own wing, a fast and frantic flailing. In the distance, out to sea, a tiny

Oh, darling, you know that I don't know much about love— it's been so long since I've held its hand, since I've cradled it close to my chest, since I've wrapped it in my arms and kissed it goodnight. This does not mean I have not welcomed it into my home, invited it in during the holidays or the occasion where it borrows all the sugar so that I can only bake with salt - it has seen every family portrait and knows every story behind each one, which I've always found strange because we have never really talked but love knows everything anyway so I guess it's just polite to pretend that they are as ignorant as I wish them to be

there has always been the three of them count no more, no less three to pulse the earth along in minutes, hours and breath the first, the clueless path of man driven below his waist the second, who lulled him from the third the one she soon displaced the third then found their bodies locked and so bound their spirits' chase to circle earth and seafloors dark re-seeking that embrace the first to ever hunt love but never truly know its taste then pass from earth unreconciled at the hand of second's rage then second to swim through empty years until the first's return in a crushing ocean's weight of love refused but still unlearned the thir

Chaos born The quantum chasm a pot prevailed A mixture of mass and electrical sails A font of life and mother of magic The father of color by designs in static Drifting across the astral sea Building coalescence from concept to lea Prisms and parts deriving true art Producing profound, passion of heart Winds of gravity grasping the gleam The tangible tapestry and more to seam Power and binding, destiny dawns Upon the soul of dreams beyond Conflict and peace, abrade and abate Born every sentiment from true love to hate This twisted trove: a treasure of light To those of conscience with hallow's true sight Soft and sharp, hard and held Com

So brave, the soul still marches on, Till all that be, and been, be gone, Till sun not seen to greet the dawn, Till dreamless sleep shall creep upon A gash of gloom, from womb to tomb What good, from this, should love exhume? A still heart cries, in desperate doom Curled up, denied, inside my room I deeper breathe, and hollow heart Broke earth and bone, upon my start Deeper, deeper, and soon depart I rest in peace here, part by part ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Bring out your dark dark secret known by you alone always written on your face knew it all along When out in the open turn it to the light you don’t need a microscope you don’t need second sight Look at you in the mirror Look at you in the glass Look into your future Look into your past You can see the consequences read them in your heart every slip and stumble then left you with a scar There’s photographic evidence eyewitness reports it’s on the evening news tonight with the weather and the sports Look at you in the picture frame Is it anyone you know Look for someone else to blame You won’t have far to go

The water does follow me, and the wind does call my name, The fire screams for my company, and the earth is my domain, The sun is my evil, The moon holds my spirit high, The clouds send me far away, Through a star filled sky, The Winter is my weakness, The Summer I will call, But for now there is no Spring, To catch me when I fall.