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На Крыльях Надежды. Поэзия

Озорнин Прохор Николаевич

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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.

23.03.2007

Side effect

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...

22.06.2008

Song of a monk

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,

Almost naked, head to torso,

Crying and afraid was also.

When she noticed me at home

All her fears have just gone,

And she moved to me at once

With her flashing, stunning glance.

Asking me to help her hide,

Doing once the thing that's right...

Stunned, shocked I have stayed

And my faith I have betrayed.

Asked me if she could sit

And my candle she has lit,

Then she told me how she ran

Through the forest by the sun.

Hoping to escape the life

That have cut her like a knife,

Telling me of former lover

And her prison in the tower.

She was married for a knight -

Cruel one, whose bonds were tight,

Who have tossed her by night

On the bed to start his .. fight.

Who has no the need for feeling,

Who loved not and hurt her being,

Who was madman of some sort...

Crying she was as she told.

And to help her come to life

In the sin I had to dive -

I embraced her that one day,

Even I saw not the way...

And she stayed within my home

To heal wounds and reborn,

To protect her I have sworn

Till I'm dead ... or she is gone.

She was one of great beauty,

She was very, very ... sweaty.

We have spent a lot of days

Walking in the sunny rays.

Thus she entered my heart,

I was to refuse her, but...

Was it heart, or was it gut

That have broken me apart?

We have used to known each other,

Feeling same to say it rather,

These were the days of sun -

We both stopped from the run.

Should I tell you what came next?

Will you ever read that text?

You may not, and I don't care -

Truly love is just so rare ...

I have failed to become

Lightened one in days to come,

I have failed to achieve

Goals of mine...but feel no grief.

To the hell with sins and gain,

To the hell, I feel no pain!

To the hell with soul bows,

To the hell with all the vows!

All I feel now is the love...

It was truly way that's tough,

I don't know what will come next,

Though I've finished my text.

24.01.2007

Speak with me

Speak with me when it is time -

I will tell you what is prime,

I will tell you what is right,

I shall purify your sight.

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