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Untitled Sonnet (4)

To A.A.

With all my passion, love and hate,
With pain the heart can hardly bear
I can confess. But I aware
It is not, must not be too late,
Because a friendship to create
Is not a subject to declare.
We still have time and breathing air,
Give me a chance, my dear mate!
Between us was not all at ease,
You did not like me very much.
And I not always find could
The proper words. Forgive me these.
Discouragement it was as such,
That I ignorance yours withstood.

28.08.07

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A Realm of Heart (6)

Some times in moments of despair
That so often darkens life
I let my mind flow free
Beyond the things that can imagine
One who sees only with his eyes
And not with beating burning heart.

For there in the deep of heart
I look for medicine for despair
To bring new vision to my eyes
To feel again a breath of life
To let dreams dare I imagine
Come true and fly ahigh and free!

Wherever wish I – I am free
And no one can force my heart
Or, say, prohibit to imagine…
Although one can put despair
And sadness in my course of life
Or cover with a pain my eyes.

Heart’s sight is sharper than the eyes’
Which are in fact not all that free
Because illusion is the life
That may trick mind – not the heart;
In order to withstand despair
Create a world of yours – imagine!

The deepest sea you might imagine
Invisible for human eyes
Could sink forever you despair
And once again you will be free
You will rejoice to very heart
You will remember taste of life!

It’s not an easy thing – a life.
You now think you all imagine
And then you enter realm of heart
An inaccessible for eyes
But real, true and always free
For any soul in despair.

Despair is a part of life
But feel free always to imagine
Not with your eyes – with heart.

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Wonder Fair (3)

Wonders are for sale now,
Some are even free of charge.
Buy, it matter doesn’t how
Might you well of all this judge.

Any wonder you can try,
Try-and-purchase, that is what.
Any wonder you can buy,
Have you something worthy caught?

You would like to look at this:
Might be thing of greater use.
That is wonder called a ‘bliss’ –
Something I myself could choose.

That’s another – flying cats:
Thirty six for price of one.
They could do for charming pets,
Telling not of immense fun.

Now look up to you right,
Keep you nerve and don’t laugh.
Here is unusual sight –
‘Happy ever after’ stuff.

Loyal friends is common choice,
No less than shooting stars.
Price has dropped on magic voice
Singing truth like music bars.

Maybe mist is to your taste,
Nice and pretty cheap as well.
You have no time to waste –
Make your choice and farewell!

17.08.07

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No Title (2)

Through the clear northern sky,
Through the glitt’ring eastern sea
You can now freely fly –
You are born for flying free!

Turning neither left not right
You can catch the shooting star,
Which has left the trek as bright
As it leads away a far.

Through the day and through the night,
Through the very distant lands,
Through the deserts, snow white,
Through the swirling desert sands.

Gather every sparkling light
Coming from the sun and moon.
Fast and high you keep your flight
And you get away as soon!

16.08.07

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No Title (1)

Keep the way, and courage comes,
Raise your spirits to the clouds,
Tame the storm and swirling calms,
Get you rid of all the doubts!

Sooner, later, or at once
Road curves and moving quickens.
In an instant, in a glance
Each and every stirring weakens.

Ride the shining shooting star,
Feel the air, try to taste dew.
You will come away as far
As the endless journey takes you!

15-16.08.2007

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Temple and Time (5)

Once, the centuries ago,
Far away in distant lands
Where winds for all time blow,
Temple stood in swirling sands.

Rites of magick mighty sages
Carried out in its halls,
Turning ancient parchment pages
Inside temple stone walls.

Daemons served the wizards there,
Greater spirits of the past.
They could tell to all who care
Things, for ages gone and passed.

Once high risen in the air,
Now deep in sea asleep,
Shades of abyss only dare
Through the halls of temple creep.

Neither wisdom priests did know,
Nor the many spells and charms
Could save temple from the glow
Of the fate’s destroying arms.

Wizards did become too proud
With a power they had –
They at last away threw shroud
Hiding things that can drive mad…

Once worshipped and then forgotten,
Is not that a course of things?
Flourished was what’s now rotten,
All abandoned – realms and kings.

Likewise temples, no matter
How great or how high,
Even those gods can’t shatter,
All are going to die.

Time is only lord that master
Every single thing on earth;
Sometimes slow, sometimes faster
It does kill – to give new birth.