Book: Zahoditi

Met The Lama
And The Dalai Lama.
(The Lama was in the highest degree -
Dama).
Lama, shall we?
Invited The Dalai.
Proudly
replied the Lama
The Dalai:
- I don't Davay!

Ah, I'm stupid? Great!
It means
What I
Not fooled!

I disagree with the rain -
Let me tell you something,
Even if it is all over
I will meet!

Breaking the birch, spruce, Rowan,
Think about what you will leave son!..
- What will poor son a break?
This
Edrena mother!

We should not think,
In Kenya
Live
Exclusively genius.
In Hindi, Pashto and Urdu
Often
Pony nonsense...
Sometimes
In the state of Botswana
Risk
To meet the fool,
Able
Another eskimo
To ask you
Stupid question,
And the residents
New Guinea
(As, indeed,
And the inhabitants of the Old Guinea)
Many are drivel...

Yes, there is no God.
The Marxists are right.
Would God -
He we would
From the Marxists
Saved.

A poem?
Music
Our heartbeat?
- Our mind
Secret singing?
Dance
Reason and imagination?
- What are you
A poem?
You're an inspiration!
You're insight!
Eternity
Open to us
For a moment!
Together
And mystery
And the revelation...
- Yes! -
Agrees
A poem.
All I
I,
Without a doubt!
I - inspiration
I - inspiration,
Unique repeat,
But
Adds it barely audible, -
Maybe
I should not put it so magnificently?
I
Just meaningless chatter,
If
Reader no from me.
You
Inspired and illuminated,
You, my reader,
Soul gifted,
You're more valuable to me than the heart in my chest.
Wait. Come.

Since ancient times, although considered to be
Only a poet needs inspiration
And what to write, harder to read
(I also do not reject this opinion!)
But the verse has become very special.
Seize a favorable moment:
You want to write them - or to read -
Not do you without inspiration!

To tell the truth?
Monuments - no.
Neither man-made nor miraculous.
The time - alas, erased the trail
All our works, and glorious, and shameful.
Erased the trail of victories, and other troubles,
Trail of inspiration and works of resistant,
Features kings on silver coins
And inscriptions in public restrooms,
The trail of the oceans and rock,
The Ground, her sisters - planets...
After all, every time - alas, only time.
And it will pass.
Erased the trail of the universe,
We managed, between the lines,
To read the grin of eternity.
Instant.
Erased trace...
But, cheer up, poet!
You also smiled to her in response.

"In his likeness the Creator
We created"
It is, of course, flattering.
But what is this similarity, I wonder?
It is time to finally understand!
The Lord Is Eternal. Unfortunately, the mayflies...
God He Is. We are, basically, scum.
He is the Almighty. A man so weak...
He Is The Master. And I the wicked servant...
He Is All-Good. And sometimes I'm so evil...
What may be our brother like Him?
What the Spirit may be similar to the flesh?
Inconceivable!
(As the Lord himself!)

She is the sister of talent, but sometimes,
Alas, don't get along, even siblings.
How hard it is to avoid places was long and tedious!
But the excess - mask defect.
...I swear to myself,
A reader swears to us:
That sickly kind and sweet!..
And each author is aware of;
And everyone wants to speak briefly,
Meanwhile, some pulls, then chews...
Yes,
There is some mystery!
"Too much marble cut from blocks -
And the statue will be born".
A sculptor!
Excellent your advice.
Oh, if we can accept it could be.
Good advice,
Yes, it knocks
Also
Who itself the marble mines.

Heaven and earth will pass away but the words
My generation will not pass away.

I waited a long time for spring!
Cold,
Slush,
Snow
In April!
Morning was barely audible
Timid little steps Cappel...
We did
That spring we will be pleased
And we,
Really,
Pleased:
How much snow for the night attack.
And all falls, falls, falls...
That seems to be the attack,
Or rather - the shooting:
White roads and buildings,
All the trees are like ghosts...
Here is
We have
Awakening
After a long wait...
When I life my curse
I hear a whisper:
- Do not rush.
You have my soul in thrall,
A prisoner of your own soul...

New year not so new -
And sometimes even genius
You will not find congratulations
Matching new words...
Still looking for need.
And you will find such a word
One who seeks novelty,
That will forever be new...