I love you

The true religion hides within yourself.
You will reveal it by a true divine will,
Breaking up all mind's lies and shelf,
But having clear look still...

It's not about special section and dogmatics.
It's free and beneficial just for you.
For me - to make the world so enlightened,
That it will come united perfect view.

Oh yes, there are some true and magic moments,
Higher than a usual life itself.
Aura, angels, energy of glory...
As well as it is atom and your health...

If there is something
You cannot accept,
Stiuation, Existence Part, Man,
Take yourself in a loan.
As here you had never stood.
No time - no space - no mood.
So nothing would have been left.
Objectivise it, feel the Power of Plan...
The Universe is a smiling eternal cleft
In God's Divinity's Holy's Infinite's boots.
And Go On... Go on... Go on... Searching Your Higher Self.

Had he and I but met
By some old ancient inn
We should have set us down to wet
Right many a nipperkin!

But ranged as infantry,
And staring face to face
I shot at him as he at me,
And killed in his place.

I shot him dead because –
Because he was my foe,
Just so: my foe of course he was;
That's clear enough; although

He thought he'd 'list, perhaps,
Off-hand-like - just as I –
Was out of work – had sold his traps -
No other reason why.

Yes; quaint and curious...

Under the yoke of the winter
You slept, lethargic, in the North.
The evil king, the Frost, oppressed you,
But the power of the Sun
Has demolished his wicked kingdom!
Your dazzling-white petals,
Your gentle scent, intoxicating and alluring,
Has won over the permafrost.

May, 2012

The wether is fine,
And I walking on streets,
This world is mine,
I can't get you its'.

Go for away - for my steps,
And maybe - you can do - that's.

Давно стихи Вам не писал,
Не посылал привет с дороги.
Жаль сам посланий не листал *

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Давно стихи Вам не писал,
Не посылал привет с дороги.
Жаль сам посланий не листал
От моей хитрой «недотроги».

Все это время лишь мечтал
Губами алых губ коснуться,
Безумной влагой захлебнуться
В глубинах женственных начал.

Судьбу свою я пролистал,
Всю, по сценарию романа.
В нём кульминации кристалл -
Любовь источником дурмана.

Отвык о сексе говорить.
Практиковать – не разучился...

I am walking in the forest of my own life
I feel at once and suddenly inside,
I love so much this nice and magic day
I am breathing this so wonderful and mental way

And in the sunny place of forest’s edge
Shall open wind the list of fairy page
I am satisfied with piece of tasty cake,
That just your earthly hands can only make

The trees are rustling nice about something,
I am crazy quiet about silence and unusual exciting
The lock is free... The door just opens...so slowly
In one...

Я припомнил историю детства...
Сам любил и был я любим...
Ни погонь,ни стрельбы,не наследства,
Лишь love story-составить бы фильм!

И смотреть бы его каждый день мне,
Ведь сейчас я не верю любви
Хотя может,наверно,возможно,
Мне его что смотри-не смотри...

Но последую что ли совету
Я Димона и буду сейчас...
ОПТИМИСТ!И да здравствует лето!
Пусть зажгет счастье душу у вас!

Have I ever felt that weak as I take a look at child?
Feeling tenderness and love, filling up my heart and mind
Have I left my soul in baby that would not allow forget her?
Though it’s been a year now since I left her…since I left her…

Want to kiss her hands, her fingers and embrace her very tender
Want to be her dad, her friend, any kind of surrender
Realize my guilt and blame all the steps I made like blind
Pray that God will not apart me with my one and only child…

I have wished in days when I am left in sorrow,
there would be a piece of heart for me to borrow.
From the person of admire,
whom I love and trust my soul in fire.
Falling into wild discussion,
in despair resolving puzzle of corruption.
I have wished, if only I could bear no stress,
to keep strength I still posses.
Until innocence of air refresh my mind,
just before I realize as far as I was blind.