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My mobile is waiting for

 

Dial my numbers,

It’s key to all ours.

Don’t you know therefore –

My mobile’s awaiting for.

 

Dialogue, good song,

Talks all night long.

Talks of a silence,

Digital dials.

Keyboards are bodies,

Asking “QUO VADIS?”

 

Using a Latin,

Dressing for party.

It’s like a map song,

Accents on what’s on,

 

Dial my numbers.

It’s our karma’s.

Ideal eternal connection

Of Harmony, Peace and Perfection.

 

2003


Flight over the world and civilization

 

I flew above the planet, saw it all.

Through cloudy rivers, cloudy empty sound.

Along, inside the cloudy streams and floods.

Between two banks of liquid boiling clouds.

 

And waves of smashing water - in a rage -

To mountains and rocks of Heavens boiling.

I drunk its crystal rivers, night and days.

I flew above the planet, saw its nothing.

 

Grand Canyon with huge fingers ,walls and eyes.

The Desert, yellow bodies- Dunes and silence.

The Desert – sandy veil and sandy gas.

Thin drawings of a wind, Your Desert Highness.

 

The trace of snakes.

Another highest measure.

Most scaring speed,

When colors mix to one.

 

Away from fields of flowers,

To the pleasure

To see and feel

Hot air, through tongues of Sun.

 

Between wind’s boiling tongues,

Through streams of heat.

I’m over and away. - the Planet’s field. -

 

Like aquarelle. Like box of marvel- colors…

Like micro- scheme of Future systems bridge.

Moon like dead body, leaning to the ground,

And darkness is erasing blue and green.

 

And time, absorbing époques and relations.

And soundless freedom, when I’m going up.

The planet’s underneath, civilization.

The cosmos. White blue stardust.

White blue dust.

 

Cold liquid sapphire of nighttime through my fingers.

No personification. Spilled blue ink.

Then morning comes, arising light bilingual.

The personification. Sunrays lead.

 

I flew above the planet, saw it all.

I flew above the planet, it goes on.

 

2003


December

 

Take it serious or easy,

Always free and always busy.

Contrasts very good in book page,

But engagements rearrange.

 

Yes, I really want to live.

I deserve it. Christmas Eve.

 

Blood from nose is not so healthy.

Happy family and wealthy.

That’s what people really need.

All philosophy to read.

 

Speak to cosmos like old Bach –

In a snow field, Moon and Heart.

 

O, La Luna. O, che bella.

Come bianca Sinderella.

 

We’re in Universe at night.

In a cosmos, in a height.

 

We could see all stars, which fall.

We may ask for all, for all.

 

2003


Christmas chant

 

I was alone – sad weeping song –

Walking along river so strong.

River Neva, one autumn evening,

Island and beach, fortress bells ringing,

 

Counting quarters,

Peter-Paul fortress.



I was so sad, I felt so bad.

Lonely and cold,

But I haven’t told.

 

Walking along river so strong,

Listening to water and its evening song.

Looking at mother and her little child.

Looking at bushes and lilac around.

Looking at city and cold beach behind.

Looking at image of Jesus, my find.

 

Like little card from his visiting box.

Image of Christ, from the wave, through the wall.

Wall of a distance from here to there.

Wall which is ever… and now is nowhere.

 

Image, which came to my hands from the wave.

And, when I took it, I felt I was saved.

Beautiful image, which swung in light waves.

Entered the river – I didn’t wet legs.

Here in my palms, with few drops on the face.

It’s number ninety, and now it is blessed.

 

Thank You, my God, my Jesus Christ.

Christmas so merry, and smile in your eyes.

Thank you for midnight, and thank you for day.

Thank you for words, which I’m going to say.

 

2003


English lyrical

 

Seven, seventy, my own – English emerald lawn!

English landscape, trees and hills,

And Cathedral steeples.

Lines and lightest net or lace,

Keep eyes open, breath away.

 

And I hear my steps and yours,

On those stones of passed-time swirls.

Wind is echo from a bay,

Brings the scent of ancient day.

 

When High Lady and her Knight,

In the dead of English night,

Sent their mail-birds with their passwords.

Written down in few notes.

 

Let my curly hair down.

Try my voice and hear its sound.

Emerald lawn, I catch your smile.

Now You catch Me, catch Me now.

 

2003


Shadows of a past

 

Shadows of a past are thinnest pictures and reflections in my eyes.

… are sounds of those voices, wine and leisure in surround of my friends.

When we were eighteen, seventeen and twenty one years old.

Youth, made out of a gold, a different colored gold.

 

I hear someone’s call to come to square,

Where palaces and gods, and angel live and live.

The rolling, it was long ago, far, there.

Where we were sitting, talking - walking sleeve.

 

Those ballet boys, and airplanes over sea.

The music has been hiding in my ears.

And Scotland, Wales and England; German hills.

And France, and Finland. I am European.

 

The shadow of a past is thinnest picture.

The shadow of a past is smiling teacher.

 


FISHING

Uncle told about something peaceful.

“Morning, river, friends play cards and chess”.

Why we were so stupid to believe him!

Fishing is much more than common rest.

 

Uncle was a captain, we were sailors.

Noone will forget that summer day,

When w got a boat, we felt a terror,

Cause the name was “Independent pale”.

 

- “What’s the time? “– so cheerful uncle’s question.

- “Half past five.”– replied a skeptic voice.

- “Oh, I wouldn’t like to make suggestions…

Seems to me, you dreaming of return?”

 

- “No-no-no, we are quite well, let’s start it.”

And we started fight to stormy stream.

- “Hard to starboard, Heavens, hard to starboard!”-

Was our captain’s cantus firmus theme.

 

Someone plunged his fingers into water,

Someone’s hope for bathing almost died.

Someone’s eyes increased to size of saucers –

He forgot his “happy meal” stockpile.

 

Then we landed to a little island.

Nice area of a sand and trees.

Uncle said: “let’s start on fish men fire!”

And we put aside our bread and cheese.

 

Fire was all right, but we were better.

Our faces were deep red and black.

Someone told: “Complete Robinzonada.”

Someone was afraid of people’s health.

 

After, with Ray-Bans on stiff cold noses,

In wet Timberlands and very wet Chanel,

Standing to a knee in icy water,

We took efforts to stretch out a net.

 

“I’m postgraduate of Oxford.”- said one tired.

“I play piano, sing, I can not freeze”.

And all voices mixed to shameful quire,

Climax was “It’s crime against our kids!”

 

Otherwise, or although, or another,

But one fish was really out of head.

Wild and free in river, all about,

Somehow – crazy fish in our net.


“Fish is crazy, it’s insane, don’t eat it.

We must care of our brains and minds.”

But the second thought was “Fish defeated!”,

“It was river’s charity to us.”

So, the last act passed with pomp and fireworks.

Soup, entree, desert et coffee- break.

Our flag made out of uncle’s green shorts,

Everybody say that FISHING’s Great!

 

2003


Ties and eyes

Green to green,

Blue to blue.

 

Ties and eyes, and their mobiles

Show the taste of perfect guys.

 

Once I saw so purple tie,

Baseball cap and apple pie.

Eyes were really… it was look.

There I felt myself on hook.

 

Hook of future, present, past.

Let’s discuss, and not so fast.

 

I don’t know, what can be seen

In my eyes, where he will sink.

Very interesting to see

Purple tie in blackeyes sea.

 

And somebody’s eyes were blue.

What about my point of view?

Blue is blue, and green is green.

And advantage’s very thin.

 

Double Windsor, diamond pin

Matchs completely everything.

 

So, I’ll hear, how they speak,

What they do this month, this week.

Strong desires, strength and will.

How about what we feel?

 

2003


MY STARDOM

 

The sense of life is stardom.

The highest images and thoughts

Of those, who lived before, in distant marvel-époques,

Which now are gone, away, erased by wing of time.

 

The sense of life is stardom, it’s my life.

The highest modes and knowledge of those days,

Where my imagination can’t to get to.

The stone of life to touch it and to get

Eternal life, immortal youth and power.

 

The stardom is the power of your love.

I love you, and I feel the strength inside.

It elevates me up, like Jesus Christ on third day after end.

Now my Ascending.

 

I love you, and my love like energy of Suns,

Of winds and water. All forces of the Nature,

Seizing me, and overwhelm me, fill me with their might.

 

Love makes me bigger, than another people, biggest, most.

I feel myself like golden mine, strong river.

I feel, my person penetrates to power,

The highest power, which exist in World.

 

It moves me, looks at you from me.

It’s talking; it’s stardom of a Height.

Where I have been for several times,

While waiting for your love.

 

There’s emptiness, no sounds, only light.

Pure freedom, neither walls, nor outlines.

There’s no a firm material up there,

Just gas compound of a Power, Sun and Beauty.

 

The combination of the highest sense of Life.

The stardom is a Nuclear Explode.

 

Sometimes I feel myself like nuclears.

Like little golden grains,

in front of Space and Universe, Huge World.

 

And, simultaneously, I feel myself like God…

And all creation means the Beauty.

The beauty of a planet, more than all.

 

2003


Divan – sleeping

 

What a picture! Living room,

Which designed as comp game Doom.

Big divan, white fur on it.

And mob scene on rest. They sleep.

Now I count naked legs,

Shoes and glasses, how much there?

All mobiles are on the floor.

Windows (French) were used as door.

Their visit- cards in bath

With wax candles, someone’s pass.

My conjectures move to hall –

Yesterday we played paint- ball.

Ah, of course, we used to win.

Princess Royal now is Queen.

And tomorrow, Thank You, God.

Week- end, two days week- end start!

 

2003


WHERE DO OUR WINDS BLOW?

 

Each motion in this World has destination.

Direction, sense, its shape, its mind, its kind.

Each has drawbacks: has joy and indignation.

And everything is needed, live and die.

 

And, maybe Nature, Royal Mother Nature

Will show the way, where someone has to go.

Will show herself to every child- creature

By WINDS, by different winds. Where do our winds blow?

 

I must to switch on phone, I have to open door.

I must remember everything or nothing.

Not thinking over, but foresee, foreshow and more.

Not difficult for me, where do our winds blow?

 

The life, which trains us how to be ourselves.

And Love, which gives us more than life, we know.

And Mother- Nature, set her airlines, sails.

Strong winds are blowing. Where do our winds blow?

 

Now I say “our, we, to us, for us”.

What do I mean, when write down all these “ours”?

I mean, I hope, I’m sure, I want relax.

Deserve my happy years, lucky hours.

 

December 22, 2003



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