I'm but a humble scribbler,
Who cures what's dark with light.
My body can't be feebler.
My voice - my spirit's might.

Not getting much attention,
I hardly know acclaim.
Too wise for desperation…
My deeds - my future fame.

30-03-13

-I-

Тяжела судьба русского поэта:
Нелюбим, неоценен, забыт.
Как же странно бывает все это,
Страшно глупо и дико… Убит
Горем, горечью страсти и злобы.
Обесточен, подавлен и выхода нет…
Но он снова садится за стол в кабинете,
Снова пишет - вот недругам лучший ответ.

-II-

Погружаются бури людские
В беспросветный клубящийся мрак.
И хоть полдень на улице стынет,
Не увидеть нам солнца никак.

Я по снегу вперед зашагаю,
Пусть без цели, но лишь бы вперед.
И весну первым я повстречаю -
Пусть растопит души моей лед.

-III-

Буревестник, буревестник!
Ты лети свободной песнью
Над землей полярной ночи,
Надо льдами в синеве.

На крылах твоих - надежда.
Отблески из жизней прошлых…
Нам, земным, твоей бы волей
Хоть мгновенье подышать.

Чтобы знать, что ночь не вечна.
Чтоб сиять, как звезды в небе.
Чтоб не падать духом низко.
Чтоб терпеть, любить и ждать.


15-03-2013

The sea is my master.
Its voice I obey.
My heart beats much faster
Whenever I pray.

I pray for salvation.
I pray for all souls.
My sea is damnation.
Beswitched are the roles.

3-02-2013

Oi! Listen!
Whatchu hear? Silence?
There ain’t no silence in the world:
You hear sounds!
They are in every little thang you see,
The do exist in every thang you touch.
Ya hope to feel ‘em through?
Do not expect that much...

24.11.2001

Toxicity of feelings
Is real hard to describe.
I've got you under my skin,
My blood has your name inscribed.

I'm lost and forgotten
Without you.
I'm damned and bewildered
With you.

There isn't a thing
To be done about it -
Our life is original sin.

26-01-2013

I wish I could take all the booze in the world
Along with me on my travels.
For, it will allow me to carry on dreamin'
While staring at all of them marvels.

The ginger of whisky, the ruby of rum -
The colours I love and admire.
When bitterness bites me and I'm 'bout to drown
Them spirits raise me from the mire.

Yes, I will be sick and feel dizzy at times,
My thought will be goin' in circles.
But this is a lever, a wager, a price
I'll pay to escape this man-circus.

23.01.2013

Getting the words right is never easy. Not in the slightest. And don't think that this only pertains to lay people - politicians, artists, journos, writers, you name it, find it hard most of the time. Even if it seems they're getting theirs right, talking the talk, spinning a story, telling tales, saying things - well, they're just bullshitting. You and themselves. For not a single person in the world at any given moment knows exactly what they are about to say, what should be said - or rather, left out, which is more important. Once you've opened your mouth and let the words slip, they're gone, living a life of their own. Out there to haunt you.

Un livre à lire.
Des gens à rencontre.
Une femme à aimer.
La vie plus belle que notre…

Une mort à tromper.
Un chemin à courir.
Un amour à livrer…
Tous les sens à traduire.

Toutes les lettres à brouiller.
Tous les anges à connaitre.
Toutes les âmes à sauver.
Et après – disparaitre…

21-10-2010

I’ve been to straths,
I’ve been to lochs,
I’ve been to mountains -
I’ve seen but every single beauty of the world!
But everywhere I went
Blood flew in fountains.
I saw that
And my blood went cold.

13.11.2003

There lies a rose
In the mire of the road
Knowing not
She is in the mire...
Because she is dead...
A carriage drives over her,
A silly boy kicks her,
Hurting other beauties -
But not her...
She is dead...
Days pass,
It’s getting colder.
All that is left of her
Is hardly seen...
In his abundant
Gift for meditation
And insight,
A pilgrim notes
Her sacral light.
Then, raises her
From dust and shame,
Reminiscent of her days of fame,
Smiles at the undying beauty.
Now, he knows for sure
He’s completed his duty.

10.09.2003

here i am again
remember me, my friend
or i changed so much?
is my hand you touch
so unfamiliar?
and a little wrong
the feeling you possess
but it is so strong
no need to confess...
that’s the truth
everyone knows
nothing
there is
that can stop us
from making mistakes
eating bugs and snakes
and then regretting
forgetting
who we are
have we gone too far?

(before 2004)

۱
Where do we come from? Where are we going to? طَرِيقً
What sense is there in our life? We never have a clue. الحَيَـاةً مَعْـنًى
How many blameless souls under the wheel azure نُفُـوسٌ أَطْهَارٌ
Are being burn’d to ash and dust – where is the smoke, I ask? دُخَانٌ
۲
Thou shall not plant the trees of grief... شَخَرَة حُرْن
Though for enlightenment search the sun: إِنجِلاَءٌ
Shall care thou of lovely and love wine! رِعَايَةٌ
For time we live’s unequal to divine. وَقْتٌ
۳
I came into this world – has it become more splendid? مُوسِر
I’m gone – will it be hurt so badly? خَسَارَة
I wish somebody told me why سِرّْ
I came from dust and dust become will I. هَـبَاء
۴
I drink not wine for cheer, I drink not wine for vice, عِلَّةًُ
Nor drink I to deny all that is bright and holy. سَبِب
I just want to forget myself if only for a while – نُكْرَانُ اَْلدَّاتِ
That’s why I drink all time – the price I pay is solid! خَزَاءٌ
٥
Neglect the Law, the Prayer and the Lent, رَفضٌ
Though feed the poor with what you have, instead: رَحْمَة
Be good... Then your reward will be – I vouch for it – عَهْدٌ
Now mortal bliss, then – immortality. حَظّْ وَ خُلُود

You keep your spirit up
In order to survive.
You ask yourself: “What’s life?”
And you won’t give it up.
Just try to keep it real
And don’t ever complain.
Sometimes you’ll have to chill,
The others you’ll feel pain.
IX XII MMII

Who loves not scotch, Wales and song,
Will be a fool his whole life long.
XV XII MMI

The air’s soughing soulfully –
Something I’ve never heard before!
Red-dressed señora melts away
Although I wanna see her dancing more and more.
¡Adiós! To me she didn’t say
And everything became so pale:
No Red, no Blue, no White...
I pray she’ll come again and burn the Spanish night!

MMI

The ‘why’, the ‘what for’ and the ‘where’
Are sisterly questions of life.
Whoever them answering dares
Will for eternity strive.
Summer 2012

I want you
to live forever
I ask you
to never die
I’m happy
only beside you
I plead you
to never ask why
I want our dreams
to embody
the Universal hallow light
I want our sorrows
to drown slowly
diluted in waters
when day calmly
turns into night
I want our hearts
to surrender
to charity, grace and delight
I want you
to always be happy
I beg you
to never cry.
2012

she’s so phat!
can’t deny
a simple fact
it’s worth a try
to start anew
all that we knew
to forget
for good
or for worse
i don’t need a purse
have all the mon
in the world
all the gold
so cold
make it warm
love’s a storm
has no form
but a sphere
wild deer
still dreamin’ of ‘em
ain’t no Eminem
just a young man
of arms
charity and alms
such a rarity
in our selfish world
of calamity
unthinkable disaster
tulip, rose and aster
make your heart beat faster
like a drum machine
Dash Berlin
voice and beat
so neat
that girl
a friend of my soul
rhythm
with no blues
happiness
i choose
to carry on
fighting
for what’s right
sleepless
day and night
shaken but not mixed
i still get my kicks
from palm reading
all my wounds
are bleeding
with red wine
guardians of time
lost in their stride
stick to your pride
follow your dreams
anguish sins
belittle the devil
within you
there’s a universe
of wisdom
an ocean
of beauty
get no booty
but acclaim
your name
done in clay
on the walk of fame
let’s call it a day

21.05.2012