For each of us the fate has meted out length of living,
And, inevitably, at certain day and hour unforgiving,
The Messenger of Death, Finality's Ambassador,
- The man, all dressed in black, appears at the door,
Reminding that approaches end of life's short play,  
And ordering to write a requiem without a delay.

My train of life is rushing in acceleration;
There is one coupe and one wagon in it.
There are no other passengers on that train.
This train is just for me.

I'm holding an invisible ticket,
Punched as many times as the number of years, that I have lived .
Each year, the Controller checked it,
Making sure that I don't miss my end station.

I am sitting on the shelf, staring out the window.
There miles are flashing, but I don't worry.
As long as the wheels knock on the rails ...
But I know that for me there is no turning back.

My train of life is rushing in acceleration;
There is one coupe and one wagon in it.
Among the dark night or nice bright day
My stop will catch up to me.

There is the woman only one from thousands of others out.
When I'm with her I'm the Prince, I'm the beggar - when without.

There is no sweeter pain on Earth than one, which is Love's demon poison.
Entrust him with your soul and open door to heart - he's also angel, only fallen.
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Makes feel dizzy, stronger than wine, this crazed sense of love struck magic potion.
Drink it up till it's over, drink to bottom of it, sunk your soul in the wave of emotions.
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While in captivity, birds don't breed and if they do - it happens very rare.
But poet's misery please do not open cage, he finds his inspiration only there.

Poems, like flowers, often grow out of mud.
But trample them no one can into dirt in vain,
When Poet's words rhyme fastened chain
Weaves fabric strongly tied with reader's heart.

The white on black, the black on white,
Explosive mix it makes, so easy to ignite
By jealousy venom, injected drop by drop into suspicious mind,
And vicious fantasies force fatal spring of hate to wind.

And there you go ... flame of rage
Burns out lives, while getting out of its mental cage.

In black on white
Bard dared to write
About love, about race,
About trust and its disgrace.

Joy is blown by wind far away,
No hope brings month February rather.
But shall come warming heart Loving Day
Just upon thirteen days, baker's dozen.

The love in poetry or poetry in love,
Which one is my forte I don't really know ...
Or both or none of the above,
Or something in between ... and there in between I go.


On certain mornings I awake being sick
With certain sweet disease that has no other cure,
Than trying to come up with words, which in my heart would stick,
Such words, which are in sync with feelings I indeed endure.


And when I find those words, my rage goes away,
Transferring into poetry so utterly contagious,
Infecting those who read - and that what makes my day,
Rewarding efforts, humble, yet enormously courageous.

Well of my memory is filled with you amidst quite boring sad existance.
Reflection of your image I still see through separation distance.
In vain my mind tells me that useless is compassion ...
My heart still speaks to you, in you it draws inspiration.

First Love, which lives in each of two young lovers trembling heart,
Being glorified by Shakespear's tragic story of the hope and pain.
Its essence is immortal, it blooms like rose: again, again, again,
Its burning thrill shines in the world, by sin and evil teared apart.

Two bodies's gentle ardent languor merge, filled with elation
Turns satisfaction of the carnal instinct's *******
Into the sacred hymn of the eternal nature's cycle regeneration,
And into solemn ritual of celebrating life's rebirth.

As long as rises sun, heralding coming of the new day's light,
As long as moon brings spirit into the shadow pit of bottomless dark night,
- Oh earthly prose, I beg, please don't overthrow sentiment,
Performed by copulating naked souls Love's holy sacrament.

The fate is good to some, to others - pain.
So was it, is, will always be again.
Awards gives sparingly, yet generous to beat,
Weaves for elected ones just only two gifts.
So was it, is, and will continue on and on:
A Laurel wreath, and a crown of thorns.

While heart is pushing blood in veins, it's always braced for love, no matter will it bring the joy or peril,
And how heart on Earth could feel - incapable to grasp in Heaven or in Hell, nor angel, neither devil.

We are naked and alone, being not willfully born,
And we are also alone when we die.
And the same in between, every year on and on
No matter do laugh we or cry.


How can I expect that I'll be understood
By your mind or by instinct of yours,
When myself I feel lost in emotional wood,
Where I am walking alone like a ghost.


Where my jealousy fights with my faith and my trust,
Where one part of me hopes that you love me in me, but another so painfully screams,
That I'm just a placeholder in the world of your dreams,
Unfulfilled by someone in your past !


When our bodies together are blending in one,
Are you thinking of him, while keep holding me tight,
Giving kindly to me what is his by his right,
Who escaped from your hands on the run?

Last night I had a dream that are together we again,
As it was long ago, as if we have never parted.
And beam of happiness rose up and darkness brightened,
And got illuminated soul, and went away sad pain.

The feelings were so sweet, as only could be in fairy tale endeavor,
I wished, in sleep, not to wake up, so they could stay forever.
Just for a moment dream of mine has looked so real, yet,
I sure knew that what I've seen I never will forget.

There was a site for writers and book readers.
There was a guy, who liked to post on it his rhymes.
There also was a girl, who read his poetry sometimes,
And, strangely, found she herself eventually attached
To honest feelings of his humble words so much,
That made him fall for her and she became his love and cheer leader.

Both fields of war and love obey same rules,
Both celebrate the victories and mourn the loss.
Their soldier's fortune is decided by coin's toss,
And both the winners and the losers act like fools.

The time's succession order still lives on,
Still moments fly same way as always was through ages.
But old man's mind does not accept the changes,
While getting ready to embrace the fall into oblivion.

Snow shines like silver in the moon light...
- The charm of the old  song...
Night woke in the heart the memory-longing,
Remembrance of the one that I loved.

The sad voice of ringing bells
Gives quiet pain in my heart,
Bringing sweet dreams of the past.
The meetings with the beloved are coming back alive...

Feelings awakening, love timid confessions,
The oath of fidelity, tenderness of dates.
Youth, in its dreams, promised happiness,
But the fate has decreed otherwise.

From love no one can run away; being lost by you, it's for another to be found.
Those days of love will not repeat, alas it's memories cannot be ever drowned.

Gone are the suffering and agony of love.
The separation stretched out hands over me.
And I live in its shadow.
And songs dead sounds,
Froze in a silent scream.
And on my ****** face,
As the unrevealed clues,
Long ago dried up tears.
Frost buried dreams of happiness
In the snow of eternal emptiness.
Thunderstorm, raged in the heart, got lulled.
That is how I live, if you wish to know.

I don't want to read your book, I don't want to know you better.

Between the friendship and the love, too much of knowledge kills the latter.

Between the angel part of you and lusting ***** if that might matter,

Between the two, between the two, between the two - I'll take the latter.

Your eyes are tender but your look has tease.
You've been created to beckon, ****** and please.
You are an earthly creature, but I would sell for you my soul,
And would betray Almighty God, not being afraid of paying toll.
My actions are no longer ruled and judged by any reason,
For Love lies high above religion, and worth the blasphemy for treason.

Pandora's box, packed with the memories of past,
The source of jealousy, heart break and quarrel.
Don't open it, by no means, to your loved ones,
- For them those stories bring snake bites of sorrow.
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Кeep sacred secret of your love - by no one be mentioned,
Because just by one, to you devoted loving heart, your love deserves attention.
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Our lives - are distant islands, each is caught in own cage,
Love of two is torn asunder by the difference in age.

There are in life some rare moments, which make the living worth it's price,
When talk is done directly by two pairs, two pairs in each other sunken eyes.
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The world is full with novelty, but only one will always stay in fashion,
There is no greater wonder one could find on Earth, than wonder of love passion.
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Perhaps the power of the Death is one and only force, which cuts  
The chain, that yet connects for life two loving parted hearts.
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When two decide to set each other free, to break and part,
The cut runs not between the two, but deeply through each lover bleeding heart.

Not lasting was this couple's tragic young romance ...
To taste the sweetness of each other love they lucky were just once.

The life of any human being is worthy of a picture,
It's truth with no deception, it's richer than book's fiction.
About grief, about joy and choices, not so simple...
There is a bit of saint in us, we all as well are sinful.
Until life is not finished, it's on its own rolling,
There is no story similar, its plot can not be stolen.
Life is unique and precious, can't be relived from scratch,
It runs like fairy tale from first page to last page.

While heart is pushing blood in veins, it's always braced for love, no matter will it bring: the joy or peril,
And how heart on Earth could feel - incapable to grasp in Heaven or in Hell, nor angel, neither devil.
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Alas, with destiny no one can argue.
To some it's generous, for others there is no bargain.
Not fairly the fate awards us with love gift;
Those lucky ones get lots of it, unfortunate get grief.
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Love is a mystery of two enchanted hearts.
They don't teach the laws of love in schools.
Love can not be explained by wisest of the smarts,
-When fell in love, they too become love's fools.
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Melt my heart, thaw it of frost, bring me hope, which I've lost.

Time ripped away from me my childhood part.
Time's exorcism has killed my mad possession.
Time put to sleep the rat that gnawed my heart,
But doing so killed in me my dreams and passion.

Where light of heaven doesn't reach,
Lies world where sense is blind.
It's dark and there logic fails to preach,
- Mysterious as forest is this place for Human mind.

Open up there guts of earth
In the abyss of time and space,
Where intertwined are life and death,
Being bound in embrace.

Black colors of the night, the ones in poetry you paint,
Mean more to me than shiny light of brightest days.
Your wicked feelings radiate the charm of spell.
With you i'll go through the circles of the hell.

I don't comprehend why life is so short, I don't comprehend how vast is universe,
Alas I know that despair, loneliness and pain are parts of poet's everlasting curse.

Omar Khayyam observed that world is full of ignorance and evil.
Shakespeare confirmed that nothing changed in ages of medieval.
Five hundred years passed and I could sadly say:
Still ignorance and evil rule, they didn't go away.

Life only once we are destîned to live.
Love, big as life, in it just may not happen.
But poet dwells in magic country, made of dreams,
Where he can find the reason to be happy.

My love to you burns in a raging flame.
Confess in that alas would be a shame.
Because heart of yours is cold like stone,
And pride of mine can't tolerate to hear: "NO".

In love there is a lot of bitterness and pain.
It's strange, but they hurt stronger in old age,
When impulses of heart continue to rage,
But mind already dares not to hope in vain.

To those, who wasn't loved enough, in fullest measure,
I dedicate my lines to ones being dumped, not treasured.
So many broken hearts are hurt, so plenty,
Always alone and sad, loveless and empty.
But for despair, though, there is no reason,
And Spring will come after cold winter season.

In love the sky can't be distinguished from the land.
It feels like perfect storm when one into another blend.
With you, my dear beauty, when you are around,
I am climbing to the sky and loosing sense of ground.

I don't care whether wings of love are from white dove or darkest night black Raven.
For better or for worse, in earthly love we fly together straight to seventh heaven!
On berries ripeness in your garden look I so hypnotized,
There is no force in world to make me turn away my eyes.

And can't describe it neither poetry nor lean lowland of prose  
How's wonderful in bloom your blushing red lust thirsty rose!
I want to breathe aroma of your flower, being love sunk
And learn its taste inviting, teasing, sweet and drunk!

In element of water I was born, I know yet without use of divination fortune dice,
That heaven and the earth you are for me, with you I'll go to the Hell or Paradise!
You are the source of passion, which I feel, you are the magnet of my love desire.
The shackles of your charms I wear, break them not, regardless consequences dire.

Absurdity of life in spite, through chaos of insanity abuse
The planet lights up by the sparkling moments of the truth,
Uniting life's beginning with the ones who's dead
By endless and immortal times connecting thread.

Falling leaves, stirred by wind, fly around dancing slow
In the shadows of Autumn along park's crimson alley.
Though Wintery storms will be soon blowing snow,
Count of days towards Spring has already been tallied.

Let in the coming year feels no one heart's hardened,
No one be left without consolation in the grief and gloom.
Let at midnight in every soul, like in Spring's garden,
Flowers of love and happiness as in a miracle to bloom!

I traveled back to past to visit realm of shadows,
For Eurydice lost image looking in oblivion grass meadows.
Opened before me long forgotten old days world,
Where love and jealousy lie calmly, put by memory on hold.

But playing Lira can't awake them from the sleepy being
And one can not revive the songs that once were sung.
Once only in life is given to us bloom of spring,
We feel the warmth of summer only once - when we're young.

Melts away last year's snow,

Which came down on New Year's eve,

But you love me strongly, I know,

And I'll love you as long as I live.


Milky fog around me soars,

Makes me feel like a Fairy Tale,

And your eyes, which my heart adores,

I could see through the white wintry veil.


Though the Spring is so far away yet,

Yes, the April is far away so,

But unlike this fast melting snow

Our love will away never melt.


Fades away last year's snow, which came down on New Year's eve.

You are the One and Only,

And I love you strongly,

And I will love you as long as I live.

In parting, let memorized ones come to me - all those by whom I was betrayed,
And those, whom I betrayed, who was by me in vanity unfairly forgotten.
To ones, who were in love with me, I should apologize in life's last, final day,
To others, that I loved, I say "forgive" from heart's deep very bottom.

In love to you, I stopped the run of my life's horse,
By power of my love I raised it up to stay in rack
Then, burning everything, I forced my life to go back
So fire of my soul thy melt the ice of yours.

Don't run away from my poetic lines, which just for you I've penned.
They'll anyway catch up with you - so don't even dream of flight.
They do not hurt - their touch is gentle, please accept them, don't fight,
- Same way as you have used to take your mother's hand.

To her son, who came in tears, mother told: "Do not complain;
Those are tiny little scratches, you will soon be right as rain".
But foretold me later Gypsy: "Don't search for love in vain,
In this field for you, poor fellow, cards are showing no gain".

Two worlds exist in parallel within the realm of human senses:
One - Love, the other - shadows's refuge, asylum of ghosts.
While second, freezing cold, is deadly dull and infinitely empty,
The myriads of stars, each lit by souls in love, the first one hosts.

My life - you are my golden fish,
I can not ask you to fulfill my wish.
From myself I swim away in a poetic verse,
But always wake up in the net again at coast.

Our lives - are distant islands, each is caught in own cage,
Love of two is torn asunder by the difference in age.

Makes feel dizzy, stronger than wine, this crazed sense of love struck magic potion.
Drink it up till it's over, drink to bottom of it, sunk your soul in the wave of emotions.

In love and respect our planet may thrive,
In hate and abuse - just only survive.
Let peace be the law all over the Earth,
To be place where living is worth!