WATERMELON-GEDDON
BY ANDREY RUSSIAN
Anis naive which filled with lanites
I loved to kiss, reached by watermelons.
Watermelon time at the farmhouse.
Evenings blushed, I flamed by evenings!
Ozone horizon by sunset watermelonized.
Alike became a gaze of fruitful-shaped illusives.
Had not forgot of sprays the watermelon time,
Evenings burned, I watermeloned by evenings.
Storm at season - beauty of watermelon aftertastes.
Kissed is the dew from sensual watermelons!
Over-kissed of stormy sprays was rainbow.
Watermeloned sunset, I rolled-up with watermelons!
Watermelon time at the farmhouse.
Quite was I young at season of watermelonings.
Sunsetly was in love with objects of kissings.
Watermeloned sunset, ate watermelons at evenings!
AUTODAFE
BY ANDREY RUSSIAN
Anna, Anechka, Anyuta,
Of sweet modesty the flower,
I wil never to forget
Of voice the gladly sound.
Anna, Anechka, Anyuta,
Of darling name the most sweet.
To admire of it I will be
For thousand years and many of days.
Anna, Anechka, Anyuta,
The prisoner of my dreams,
To admire grace I will be.
Grace is same of doe's grace.
Anna, Anechka, Anyuta,
Of tenderness the living thread,
Those eyes won't be forgotten
Witch forced to love thee.
Anna, Anechka, Anyuta,
Of dream marvelous the rose,
Ice you melt of night at morn-light.
Paramount of kind action.
Anna, Anechka, Anyuta,
Take out arrows that in blood!
By heart at every of minute
Tearing my breast thine sight!
Anna, Anechka, Anyuta,
Faithful, kind, honest I,
But it seems will be forgotten
How to tears I loved thy.
Anna, Anechka, Anyuta,
Poor, petty, stupid I,
But it seems will be remembered
How I joyfully asked for fire.
Anna, Anechka, Anyuta,
The look of mine at stake is hot.
Burns the fire on heart ruffly,
But harder burns that is of torturer!
Anna, Anechka, Anyuta,
By pale name of yours
On the plates of grave will be
Out of memory my poems.
Anna, Anechka, Anyuta,
On the cross from tree of muse,
Where the cold will dump me
Will be lisping the sadness.
Speak nosal it will be
All the words that cold remind.
From the skeletons chains will twist,
Will brake by hail-shine.
BLACK SUN
BY ANDREY RUSSIAN
Twilight by stridulation was moaning,
Covering the streets,
Under itself was creasing,
Like the rooster tramples the hen.
To the pre-downed stands
Were filing the Sun.
That was saving in pulse,
Like trembling recluse,
The driven wheel.
On hard the shadow hovered by sought,
From pole the blood went by throat.
Over sunset viewed the hunger,
On the gates snaked the town.
Bright-scarlet new collar
Blurred out sill.
THE LAUGH
BY ANDREY RUSSIAN
The honeys of the secret power to me by fates
Entrusted the sinful servants of temptation.
I rejoiced and 'v sent into my chest the injection -
From hornets of the metal the bates.
Buzzed with the darts the mournful wasps,
The laugh last were up-giving by the will not.
To the halls of death is well prepared the road
Felled off the solar shards un-serious.
Be cursed of fate the whiting power -
With murders painted the vengeance!
I wished this day of being perished
Of deaths by the happy passion being loved...
ARISTOCRACY BLACKENED
BY ANDREY RUSSIAN
As the preachers of success tell:
"Love is money - money is love!"
And I inclining to believe!
They cultivate a little satanites,
Ready to serve,
Throw even bones at sill.
Of veneds the party of soulless guelphs,
For Sun the striving sought,
Why gold you need, when even in your body
The soul is mentioned not!
MERCILESSLY FLAMED WHITE DISK OVER DESERT
BY ANDREY RUSSIAN
Mercilessly flamed white disk over desert.
In desert I wondered alone like at seas.
Till pain stucked rays, like stakes,
To a front, inflamed with speckled measles.
In sandals, filled with blood of water,
Sand teared, like it dried up by salt.
Heat at the sky hoovered with doomed quarter.
My tongue brook-sprinkled from thirst and blood.
To death air burned the lungs from breathing.
By exhale in it wiped out sand...
REQUIRED SUFFERINGS TO ONE...
BY ANDREY RUSSIAN
Required sufferings to one,
Up to grow?
With a hand full of bitter torments
At you ready to throw.
Begged - so wrong!
Angers and rods, the sweet moans.
Focuses at bridge of the nose, plots.
Everything that to you is dear - out of enemy -
To eternity they bid from my lips.
Going restless, going beast -
Atoning your guilt.
That is for
You are so dear.
That is for
I not want you to leave.
THE SOUND OF LYRE ON MY HANDS...
BY ANDREY RUSSIAN
The sound of lyre on my hands
Better and stronger sounds
Than your empty soul.
And their consonance at silence
By music beautiful
To vaults great flies
Bitter-whirl...
ORGY
BY ANDREY RUSSIAN
From the stage -
Smoke of cigars billowing,
At hear proclamations,
Vine is pouring in,
Bouqueting ovation
With exaltation.
Poet guy -
In teeth cigar,
One on the other leg,
Sitting idly
In ower-bleared clouds.
Poems are flying by.
Cabernet-ing pharynx,
Pineapple-ling the perspective.
Slowly
Audience is hungering
Of poetic luxury,
Pink turning virgins,
The catatonical reaction
Of naked limbs
In it's vastness
And ambiguity.
Sparkling
The mind-canape,
Salmoning lungwort
Of syllabo-tonical
Sonate. Variete -
Cabaret is pairing,
Exuding in extade.
The binge of ideas
Is plevo-thin,
Codex of ethical
Absolute things.
Salty-bitter,
Sex-minded-sick,
The contest of poetical,
Lingamo-limbical,
Carnal-platonical gaities.
SAD-FEELING SONG
BY ANDREY RUSSIAN
And into fire thrown, and on ice beaten.
Cursed when it goes, burned with nettle.
Not allows to you and not willing to -
Heart fearful mine, The Crimson-Sun.
Not loved it, love you do not,
Not forgiving it, disturbed.
You may run-run, you may weep-weep.
To river banks, to dark waves give.
Let it start to sink, from sight gone,
Heart joyful mine, The Crimson-Sun.
Not loved it, love you do not,
Deceiving it, disturbed.
Then be laughed, stay and celebrate.
Heavy burden of heart - The Sun-Bright!
Won't sing, won't love, won't light up,
Heart sad-full of mine, The Crimson-Sun.
Not loved it, reminisce you do not,
Disturbed it, you, disturbed.
WE
BY ANDREY RUSSIAN
The brotherhood of close-thinkers saves this world
Centuries forward. Neither clan, nor nation, nor profit, nor time, nor space, will be
An obstacle to them. Their strength in their unconditional belief in their own strength.
For each tested of their own and reached of divine heights.
Let's say, a brother got lost in desert on a dark night
And he sees the lights of dwellings. Three days of hospitality as custom will be past
And expressed thoughts will find another brother. What he known not
Or it seemed familiar of guest's speeches. Here's a new brother!
Or uncovering the pages of a book, or noticing a striking picture,
Isn’t everyone in a hurry joining “us”? Reborning from the dead
Or borning again, the people of art or of graceful thinking.
“We” forms a new circle and “it's” jealosants.
MODUS VIVENDI
BY ANDREY RUSSIAN
When I was so blind, and deaf, and dumb,
That want' know of their spirit, their words, their sin.
Seeking for reason of their use only in signs,
They seemed to me as fiction only, in my head.
When I reopened eyes, inhered and on-spoke,
For having fun at bottom of their spirit, words and sins.
Looking for meanings of their use only in pleasures,
They seemed to me as pawns only, in someone's gamble.
When I blinded my own, muffled and tored tongues,
To have a place for spirit, and words, and set behind the sin.
Looking for reason of their use only in their deeds,
They seemed to me as trees only, in ash-furnace.
I strength applied to understand the worlds,
Suffered and thought, what's destined me so far.
But world was turning into primeval chaos,
As if idleness it's state true.
VOICES
BY ANDREY RUSSIAN
In far I had the voices.
They sang death's songs to me.
They been open my eyes wide
On sadness, in world could not be.
Crawling they pushed, be involved:
"Steal, run first, be alike,
Possess. To madness of falsehood
You must give your restless eon.
You "the false" call "the love",
Call death - "the approach of honor".
And beneath wheezing deaths
Die yourself from no ending hungers".
"No, - I repelled - enough raving!
Above me you do not have a power!
I'm immortal - not a slave for love!
I'm dangerous - not a slave for anyone!"
In far I had the voices.
Again they sang about death.
But drunk and happy there I was...
Voices to notice I hadn't!
THE PREDICTION
BY ANDREY RUSSIAN
To my hand why you doing kisses?
Looking in my eyes, why?
With time they hid at sinful mist.
And cries of love hid silence.
Now silent and there only tears
Streaming to hand, alive no longer.
You for a time-some been loved.
Mist for a time hid the unknown.
Cache of my passions carried to grave,
Secrets of life tasting on you.
You for a time been loving me,
Self didn't know who cursed you.
With will gravestone I'll tell the truth:
My love to you was outlaws,
Caprice, whim, where you to hide
Known not how.
And what vowed you with prediction.
More dead was not than my hand cold.
The ruby ring crowed-eyed on it sparkled.
With it to present life you I vowed.
You stayed mine at the abyss primal.
Stone's lie gave me a true delight,
Great treasures placing at your fits.
Since then rejoiced, strength I priced,
Of destiny - swift sunset gifts.
Ungrateful sin of your eyes,
Ring told me your's about youth.
About sinful years I frightened,
Clarity to people frightened you.
Of passion animal the power infused ruby.
You feared the wrath of it's heart.
My enemies, it torned apart.
And you among them feared to stand.
From ring I soaked power of compassion.
For you to give the pleasures of abyss,
Which been unfolded - and I been gone.
And sin of memories soul captured.
Your guilt, impending death of my,
And mist instilled sense with no-recall.
Pleased blood with lust of my mind.
Now tearful bagging to hand cold.
Now kiss red-blooded ruby of power.
To it, to it's mysterious flame no-appalled.
Incomprehensibly along we loved.
Darkness infused the waking humbled.
Take it and keep in silence.
Engaged with fate, my salvation.
Let there be light, and will be resurrection!
And anew to my beloved the will come true.
WARLOCK
BY ANDREY RUSSIAN
In darkness of candles and peals thunder
To the sky cries a hairy old man.
White like centuries, for centuries the evil.
Mad like the river in water whirlpool.
Vengeance he calls on heads of foes,
Death he wants, disgusting sorcerer.
Fierce, blinded, captivated the more,
Imperious sorcerer, destroyer of groan.
Gaze into a frenzy - anger is his shadow,
Hatred in wheezing - gloomy day core.
With envy is growing the thought viper,
With blood satisfied - revenge is his life:
"Darkness of Ages and ashes of plains,
Spirits of forests from the oldest gray,
Power defiant, sun nightlong,
Give me a strength for the strike single!
Moon to the blood, deep sorrow,
Star to the Worlds, High Grove,
Roar of mountains, you I implore,
Instill in my roar every man horror!
Hot flames and steppe wide,
Mother Earth, Himalayan bright,
Green envy, hatred burning,
Bring to me from skies the seething fury!
Lightning shine, bottomless rivers,
Moaning cries, swamp fevers,
With screeching of sirens, poison snake,
Bring to me, The Overthrown, your pain! "
DIALOGUES
BY ANDREY RUSSIAN
When is moment for changes, you asked?
When is moment, none step back, nor inch to give you not wiling, you asked?
Even soil peace for misery you forbid sacrifice, you asked? -
That moment as suffer you aren't willing to know anymore, you asked - when?
I'll answer to you, as your question was naive and simple -
Be yourself, leave this world never suffering,
If you honored by suffer, bitter tear, hard pain in chest to stale? -
From this time, I'll say, came your fate - live in madness or born anew in fight.
From this time you are not able to live as before by day present -
Die from despair or become the creating force.
NECROLOGS BY THE FIRE
ANDREY RUSSIAN
In an empty tin can,
One after one,
Sadness is burning
Like a pitch in a shank.
Blank after blank
To beast into fire.
Lump after lump -
I burning bloodier.
On white and clean
Humble blanks,
Like a spill of a blood
Hisses and sparks.
I burn the charter
Certified boredom.
Letter after letter -
Spill after dust.
Blank is on fire,
Smoke goes - I blackening.
Fire speaks
And gives no lie. Sataning.
NIGHTINGALE
BY ANDREY RUSSIAN
Nightingale, the singing bird,
Of brook the babble, springing,
The song by ringing, overiver,
The diviness of the sun early!
Nightingale, nightingale, by grain,
By song whirled, sun is coloring.
By the feather at golden field,
On valleys, on wider-spaces, laying.
Free song from the fresh morning
Flows at skies and admiring
Good men at flying wanderer
Soundly joying and exulting to holidays!
Nightingale, nightingale, by the sound filling
Ringing raspberry at four endings.
Fair, melodic laugh of the heights singer
Will never tired of singing and with flow whirling!
From the good rye the tune - flying visibly.
From the field the free bread - to swans echoing!
From scarlet dawn the noise, by first note the sound -
Nightingale's the song of prowess!
By grace of breads the golden field -
Endlessly golden trill.
WHEN SHAMAN CALLED THE RAIN THROUGH BLOWS...
BY ANDREY RUSSIAN
When shaman called the rain through blows,
Like claps of thunder, own tam-tams,
He painted dreams on walls of whole-eternal rocks,
And melancholy died, and predetermined dreams to rise!
AT THE ARBAT SQUARE
BY ANDREY RUSSIAN
Poetess Kate
At the Arbat square
In a purple dress,
Oh, if her to frame,
Attractive maid.
Katya's so intellectual.
Read Pasternak,
Block, Mallarme, Verhaeren.
Cited and read -
Read and cited,
Maid so refined.
Curls stacked
To face,
She is so naughty.
The wind,
Toying beware,
Be delicate.
Katya in ecstasy
Socially is not safe.
Appolinaire is grate.
Akhmatova is magnificent!
Amazing Kate
Soulgenerous
At evening day.
Sky smiled
To the sun receptive.
Music played.
And sobbed the audience.
Girl disolvates
Symphonics.
Kate's cute face
For the soul there was -
Unauthorized taste
Bursted from chest:
"God Bless,
Kate, come to us!
Give applauses! "
At the evening, found out,
I was at the Arbat.
There in a purple dress,
Passionately attractive,
Poetess Kate,
Fiery - hearty played.
Pirrostyle words she gave
All-inflaming!
SKYFALL
BY ANDREY RUSSIAN
By cold water of evening
My joyful, abdominous skyfall,
Through watering by rainbow notes
A river green and grass over-river.
And wind soft the freshness blows
To you, my love, my one-heart.
My bird flock outgoing voice,
My words tormenting echo.
And skyfall not wiping tears
Laughs with a golden laughter.
It spills generously and springing.
And drops on my eyelashes
With lips you having from a cheers
And gold of hairs own from sea sticky.
My naive and righteous sadness,
Of sorrow mine wet gloom sees.
Let skyfall laughing, I praise,
Have moment all this drops to drink.
And many from sky on cheeks spilled.
And all it had came through.
And on palm a drop by streamed.
And on eyelashes by sun-alike came true.
At soils that to gaze bestowed
And on grass with dew came peaceful.
VAMPIRES AND ZOMBIES
BY ANDREY RUSSIAN
Here of blood is streamed the river
From volute of the thorn crown.
They are at your feet thin, savior.
They leaned with mystery on lips.
Forget they try of their fear.
Essence for to cool in their minds and drink.
And drink, and drink, and drink, and drink.
And out went a hand.
And flesh beating trembled.
Your pain let be eased, savior.
They taste sacraments of Christ.
Flesh of redemption in lips.
One thirst by drawn for to carve.
To bite and swallow, to swallow and gnaw.
For powers to eat, they drink your blood,
They eat for the absence of doubts.
FORGIVE ME, MY GENTLE ANGEL...
BY ANDREY RUSSIAN
Forgive me, my gentle angel,
I am no more from this world.
Crows peck on ziggurat my wrenches,
Remainings mine of many millions of troubles.
There an inscriptions at the ancient obelisk
With voices closely whispered.
And raised over height a dawn.
Like that it was, it was on different,
And all has gone in one day single.
If you believe or you forgive,
But I am just a lie and symbol.
I was never loved, I never lived,
All rhymes discovered by the wind.
STIGMA
BY ANDREY RUSSIAN
Light, like a calling to far.
One child is crying a lot.
Shards of roaring dumb moon
From the ink sky - god.
False, stole vulgarly youth,
Again uncarefuly pulled down the clothes.
Breast baring, mercury of the lips,
Spears of clavicles, ovals, waves.
Eyebrow, hands, little fingers, face bones -
Braids woven into a one stalk.
Funeral, thaw, dust to the ground -
Unsatisfied flesh.
Nether beating wedges into a hand.
Stigma, wound, hell - yeah!, face, blood, threat.
Joy is hiding out from corners of lips -
Lively, happy, sick, dead.
BLOODY IDOL
BY ANDREY RUSSIAN
All thousands you killed
And those who staying in pain
For joy of yours paying with blood.
With blood you spilled
Eclipse of The Sun
In souls of sufferers
Hunted by love.
With blood of people
You killed
You sprinkled
Hairs and hands.
Forever to scarlet
Inscribed by chaos.
Forever to burn
Inscribed by voice.
Like bloody idol,
Yours so beauty.
Spilling with blood
They're worship to you.
Stone sacrificial
Is sprinkling till blood
For you being happy
For having your love.
Like bloody idol
Craving for victims.
Happiness your otherwise brokes.
By a new blood feeds the idol.
With new victim comes a new glory.
No matter that wounded is dead.
No matter, still cold the marble.
New death - new rebirth.
Seems fate is to walk under corpses.
I would ask you ascend into heaven,
If won't I believed in hell would be a place?
...
WITH DADDY DOWN THE FIELD
BY ANDREY RUSSIAN
Bravely with daddy I went to the field.
Child happiness - what is it?
Step in three steps of my -
Dad is great.
Three heights of two - that is rye.
And more…
The sun is high, sun is clear,
With daddy at good time on field!
So joyful, so fun is bravely to go,
Sun clearly shines the way on.
Field grainy - rivers free.
With daddy on field to the river valley.
With small feets - the sides towering.
Breadly with gold - cheerful running!
EVIL
BY ANDREY RUSSIAN
God has revealed
At this night miracle will not be.
The love has none a choice this day.
Life is pain. You will soon personally
Become the witness of the hatred.
Soon there must be a war pipe calls.
And veins pulsing will be with cruelty.
Soon corpses fill bridges and rivers.
Alive people believe - love is annoying.
Take the torch and burn
Boarded up in their homes,
Beggars who can not live in honor,
Hundreds of thousands in love formers.
Somewhere accident and disaster.
Somewhere smoke comes twisted.
But the real life has its own laws -
Broke the love in every way possible.
Cut the skulls by mace of fear,
By axe of rage smash heads.
The Apocalypse on way near.
Shadow covering their doors.
God has revealed
At this night miracles will not be.
And love has none a choice this day.
Be first. Throw out love into streets
Or you'll be thrown by love.
Somewhere accident and disaster.
Somewhere smoke comes twisted.
There, on the square, among warriors,
Knifes cuttered love to death.
In toga purple, clanging rings.
Laying overthrown - dying away.
In darkness robbery began.
Statue beat marble…
COMA
BY ANDREY RUSSIAN
Whom I would be if there won't be the love,
If you would not be in my worthless life?
As moment passed by all the years of my... my life?
And there will be many winters, or they will not be at all.
I sit at my child toys. How poor my toys are.
Blind eyes, I look around. Flu headaches.
Maybe life just a moment? I write - no, I draw letters.
Why do you want me to know?
Sandals stumbled on the asphalt burning,
Unconscious and biting tongue.
I'm laying, probably, free. I do not remember.
Maybe mom will know me?
As moment life as birth.
I'm not trying you to name. Your name like an incantation.
I don't want be borned again.
I was born miserable... I do not remember.
Maybe you will know me...
I.G.W.T.
BY ANDREY RUSSIAN
For The Maståry, for The Perfection,
We know what God gives to us.
The high esteem, the hard perplex-ion,
When We transit His will
Into decisive form and tension,
And our strong believe into our means.
EVIL UNMEASURED
BY ANDREY RUSSIAN
I see no evil.
And evil is the no thing.
I doing nothing to you,
What I am doing to you - evil.
I see the good.
And good is the thing.
I doing nothing to you,
What I am doing to you - evil.
COLT
BY ANDREY RUSSIAN
At many of times
Take off the gun from floor.
Still breathing cold -
Barrel breaths like death.
And look inside the barrel -
I see the lashes
And heat in halls of hell.
In hands fate and in hands tremble,
The sound of teeth on sight barrel.
The fight of devils with devils of the God -
Knock inside four walls...
It was dim light, reflecting moon.
The lethal hit of twilight.
Wailing cried the neighborhood,
Sepulchral cry of a raven.
Efforts of white - body impulse...
Screech - the squeak of slain beasts...
Drops whirled, thundered through night.
A requiem, blood,
Trail domain alongside
Leaves of mistletoe…
HOW NEEDS TO WRIGHT POEMS
BY ANDREY RUSSIAN
By red resolutions,
In squares by pinks colored,
They are heaving as revolutions,
As Lenin on the armored cars.
Ask me what is so rageous
Hiding the painting anatomy -
Just what you need to throw away,
And it is not permissibly charges.
One word that I own,
Devoid of censorship is that word.
Breathing like muzzle from loopholes,
Knocking by crimson blood in my temples.
Words are misted the mind,
Agony transforming into a frenzy,
Hate disturbing with tenderness
For thickening of paints.
Now my feelings are strong,
Blood sacrifice to the sun I brought,
After all, only by lips of rose
Interweaving the leaves.
Only to you on a lyrical mood
By juicy compote I want to rebuild,
Reconfigure your aparate
Of heart and vessel degrees.
To what all painfully happened,
Oppressively happened boring.
Now I one-handedly
Wiped out tears strongly.
I snots like gunpowder blew,
And ears clean out by brush -
As the mule goes for a drover,
So I run away to you.
I am from you, like from part of nature,
Words can not tear, nor splinter rose.
You embedding in me the unceasing prose,
All that I feel do not notice.
ETERNAL DREAM (WOMAN VOICE)
BY ANDREY RUSSIAN
And if would thousands of years
To me gave days of better...
And if would a strong love sense
Over the years grew stronger...
And if would eternity in contemplation,
To me in mids of heaven and earth,
Had promised the living flame,
So much have beaten with unearth...
And if would sleepy moon
Shone after and between the maze.
And by the dark day out of nowhere
She prayer had for righteousness...
And if would pain between the hearts
That much drilled not to transience,
And if would heartlessness of will
Broke down walls between us...
And if would I were alive...
And if would sun had it's appearance.
And if would it seemed to righteous
That love has life on earth...
My god, I pray... The drops
From palms of yours will tell the world,
That I from pain had difference,
That my voice from pain most choked.
I'm on your hands not understood,
Yet... Why do I have a bid of crying?
And eternal world from flours deprived -
All torments I startling with might,
my darling…
SOUL PERCEIVED
BY ANDREY RUSSIAN
I see your soul
It shines above the stars
But I don't care
But I won't get there
I am so curious
In others
At their temper
And their thoughts
I won't let my shadow
To inflict them
Your image of divine
That shines
Let myself feel it
With the smile
A child smile
A mind of living
For it to be
You need to like
Need to perceive
And love
With it I see your soul
It shone above the stars
And failed down
To all of us
I do not care
I won't get there
If even we're amused
We are apart
If even love is used
To be The All
I'm still curious
How is after All
Without me
REVERSE PURPOSE
BY ANDREY RUSSIAN
There, somewhere, a reverse purpose of everything I do,
Her name is Nemesis.
So, to fail is Vengeance.
And to win is Nothingness.
I'd better try to win the game with no rules,
But there's no chance, I have, when game has no winners.
And here's she comes with fire and swords.
The World is doomed, the life is doing.
TATIANA
BY ANDREY RUSSIAN
Do you remember, my friend, all this rose,
From time leaves crumbled, before red?
Do you remember, my friend, this girl,
In the mist she whirled with eyes full of sky?
Do you remember?
Don't you remember?
Try her to remind.
I gave her the rose, then gave her my heart.
And in rainy sky where her eyes, all for me,
Like mists over river that hurts,
Like clouds truly are before the storm.
Do you remember?
Don't you remember?
Try her to remind.
Again I raise my eyes to heights.
Image of her as if time has no power.
Like of rose in scarlet the smell breathing,
Love breathed at spring, that time and forever.
Do you remember, my friend?
Don't you remember?
Mists.
ORION
BY ANDREY RUSSIAN
As lion tortured foe at heat of unforgiving battle,
Wore cloak of blood, with shield of gilding bright.
Himself Apollo - god in chariot of wind
Stroked me down with the spear of sun-light.
Lips burning shut, eyes piercing with beauty.
Thus I had fell, cursed by fate, beloved by luck.
I knew there is no death, no pain and suffering!
Diana took me to her place, to own temple of forest flowers.
There, non clothed priestesses in shades of forest cooling,
Healed-up my burns with honey and sleep, in keys of springs.
The Sleep! Pure coming rays of sun from lips of silent,
Balsamic sweat from cold hands and reweave of snakes...
I was anew reborn-ed, I played the jester and the poet!
The god of strife Apollo, you know this dream alone,
My Victory Impossible you learn!
PROPHET OF THE OLD TESTAMENT
BY ANDREY RUSSIAN
And quieter is sea before storm,
And scourges of lightnings
By touch tormenting clouds?
My friend, ain't you remember now
That smell burning of divine wrath,
Turning fear into dust?
Is it was not you passed by struggle
And good with evil mingling gathered?
And was it soon did enemy leaved you
And short it was, your fate?
But there's feeling in my chest
And silence, glimpse of scarlet sky,
In which lightnings are incinerating ground.
And springs exploding from bowels,
And to sky having path not breakable.
My friend, The God Of The Old Testament,
Strikes you in my day, in sorrow my.
Cry, be afraid and suffer!
The Judge Blind, he knows no rues
And justice
With scourges piercing mournful light
When it does not lean towards.
But there's feeling in my chest... Forgive!
About god merciful the shame.
As if...
And numb is sea before storm
And scourges of lightnings
By touch will out-torment clouds?
Oh! My friend, ain't you remember now
That smell burning of divine wrath
And whim beside divine - the fierce?
And my words in communion with it ?
WEAKEN ME, I ASK, WEAKEN…
BY ANDREY RUSSIAN
Weaken me, I ask, weaken.
And stop my suffer.
Moon ever been that single.
Star ever been that dark.
You once I plea,
I begging humbled -
I can't arise my pain in,
Endure my love no one could...
Come and praise the love.
Become at small bit merciful.
I nothing have to pray from God.
And God will not arrive for me.
Weaken me, I ask, weaken.
Forget me - if poor remembered?
Star never been that single,
Between the clouds moon drooped.
You once I plea,
I begging humbled,
Deprive myself un-hearingly
From pain rampant. I begging.
THE ANNUNCIATION
BY ANDREY RUSSIAN
By light into face from the clouds blue,
By thunderstorms gray, darker cloud.
Wherever you'd be -
Brave feelings will leave you.
From the night of a new day,
From cumulus quagmire
News blissful orders to get blind!
Receiving the bliss,
The power you'll see
Are able to bless,
And happy to be.
They swing their wings, they raise,
Their image by the deepness alluring souls.
For your obedience they giving prays.
By blue-eyed firmament inspiring life,
They sparkle with the streams of light.
And by the clouds of tears, like golden thread,
Order they to heed.
By faith calling,
In love falling with serenity,
Lips wilted in pray,
Unveiling inconsolability.
The Bethlehem Star is faithful to burn.
Three Seers soon endeavor arrive
To one who is born for the first time
Carrying Dawn the eyes behind.
Who destined for their sake to die,
Who destined for their sake to reborn,
By faith making them stronger.
For truth, among the shadows of time,
About miracle, the most important news,
To you the host of angels white
The Lord ordered to withdraw!
LET IT BE AS YOU DECIDE…
BY ANDREY RUSSIAN
Let it be as you decide -
Moon insane.
You banned for me to love her lite -
So carelessly...
And meanwhile from that moon-sky
Silvered a beam.
And on my eyelids, so insanely,
Dropped tenderness...
To me the endlessness of billow moon
Gave maiden.
Her sinlessness... And to young maiden
I gave my tenderness...
Let it be as you decide -
Moon insane.
You banned for me to love her lite -
So carelessly...
Alone with moon silverfaced
At nightly clearance
Became the love of the moon grate,
One so helpless…
WHAT HAVE I DONE TO YOU, MY FRIEND?
BY ANDREY RUSSIAN
What have I done to you, my friend? -
From all the soul how it went!
I molded you of destinies and words,
Of simple love your image of sweetness!
I thought a lot of days and nights,
I slept half-hearted ate half-measured,
By stale clumps of clay I tried
To give your image audacious!
And then, I dropped a single tear,
I gave the name whom never leave.
And here it stands, full of cares,
My shinning day from springer court.
As to your severe semblance -
Admire deeply - I can not get drunk!
Your look of slanted eyes as precise,
The mouth haughty and eyes are darky - dark!
I'd kiss them sucking, to the sorrow shocked.
Until of consciousness convulsions juicy - juice!
The health you give to demiurge of love.
And breasted well at night you come from them!
Feather as clay - the smoothness of warm strings.
Would you betray me, my friend? - Yes, but won't leave…
IN FAR SPACE THOUGH HUNDREDS OF CENTURIES…
BY ANDREY RUSSIAN
In far space
Through hundreds of centuries
Cosmic explosions a past
One Nice Girl
Underfoot will find
Scraps of poems
About rose
She will smile
She will bloom
Become on one day
Happier
And World on a second
Will learn
From The Huge Heart
The Truth
Then will run away
The clouds
And life will strike
With thunder
And World will forget
Your eyes
On thousands years
Once more
VISION
BY ANDREY RUSSIAN
I overstayed at parquet hall,
Walking forward and above,
But only music heard, a sound,
I saw you dancing...
And smog from heart was gone, muse curled,
And I came stare as you have fun,
And tirelessly you swirled and loved,
And rain was gone, you sparkled.
And blush was fit to a rainbow.
It was so good, I cried a lot,
And tears of joy streamed down to lips,
And when you sadly had a tears
And lump reached to a throat.
I caught a moment, losing wetness.
Eternity dropped own thoughts,
When I put moment into highs,
I loved so much, I wept bitterly…
NO THOUGHTS TO ME A NUMBER OF…
BY ANDREY RUSSIAN
No thoughts to me a number of,
They are doing what they want.
And I'm offended to life
To you aspire.
You're joy imaginary my.
I often think about thine,
And do not notice of tears
And inflamed eyes.
And wind caressed on clouds.
In-loved he managed you to glow.
And I raved mad like a poet.
And it was moony.
No thoughts to me a number of,
They are doing what they want.
And I lost terribly my mind
To you aspire.
You are my bitter fate,
In madness life-incarnate day.
Love me... Forget me...
Ruin me…
DIVINE ANNA
BY ANDREY RUSSIAN
How soul hurts,
And how force with I have to breathe,
When I reminding you, oh Anna!
How begging me again to live
Heavy burden of inglorious fate.
I am your servant,
For the centuries I'll remain insane.
I am so weak,
That my mind knows rarely itself.
I am so bad,
That without love I would be a stone,
But your breath
Revived me and gave a health forward.
I am a fool,
Where fool got his own hard labor.
In those regions and lands,
Where your eyes are
Nicer than a morning rainbow.
SUMMER-MORNING DREAM
BY ANDREY RUSSIAN
A poet saw a maiden graceful,
All world over you can't find.
Walked darker cloud, in horror thought.
Impressed with beauty of another's wife.
"Let it be so - he thought, and pen-quill raised -
I'll spill the love by ink,
On sheet of paper white for a good cause.
With dawns I willing her to seek."
About grief, about restless soul, passion boundless, argued her,
And then asleep felt limply.
There is not much to express yet, can not keep-up with dawn
Crawling from behind the clouds.