Прохор Николаевич Озорнин (Тимонг Лайтбрингер) - Записки недопросветленного [поэзия]

I am quite normal and still mad,

I am both happy and both sad,

And during life's entire span

I will be known as no-one.

And I can fight, and I can hide,

I'm still so weak ... and full of might,

I'm own master, own pet,

Is it just good, is it so bad ?

I am both known and unnamed,

Inside I'm wild, but act like tamed,

I am always free and yet enslaved,

I'm used to speak the truth and raved.

In times I'm kind, sometimes fierce,

I was born there - and from stars,

I am, like others, one of a kind,

I'm often wrong, sometimes I'm right.

If I had time I would but try

To find the means to soar for sky,

But first I have to reach just me -

This kind of knowledge makes one's free.

Of what I am, and who I was -

I'll have to answer to all those

Silented questions of my past ...

I am not first, I am not last.

Один из Многих

I am the voice of Evolution,

I am the bringer of Confusion,

I am the whisper in the Noise,

I am the teller of the Choice.

I am one of Many, who're now Few,

I am the maker of new View,

In universe I'm like a Grain

Yet what I do is not in Vain.

No more Pet, no longer Beast,

The road is clear - doesn't twist,

I'm flying now on Wings of Fate,

I've come in time to pass the Gate.

The world is shifting in Frustration,

But underneath lives New Formation.

It won't be quick, it will take time

As this New Order starts to shine.

You see the roof, I look in depths,

To find Divine I take the steps,

Believe or not, one day you'll see -

It is not I - it's all through me.

For those who find are never Wany ...

I'm not alone - I'm one of Many.

P.S.

There is a power in the name

That may be scorched by the fame,

And that is why the truly wise

Will once destroy those painful ties,

He will become the Nameless One,

For he is child of the sun,

For he has travelled his life's road

In search of universal God,

And he's already seen a lot,

Still being smallest spark of God,

Still feeling crawlings of sensation

That he is one of His creation.

Oh, does it matter who he is ?

He has to pay his own fees

To burn inside this smallest spark

And free the past out of dark.

The name was given once again ...

Is it too old to live on then ?

It has some power of the steep -

And part of it I will then keep.

The second part means nothing now,

For it reminds me of the Row,

And as suggested by the God

This part I'll throw on passed road.

What does it mean - the change of name ?

Inside myself I'm still the same.

And I was free to create name

That may stand up against fame,

It is both real and both not,

For I'm but smallest spark of God,

In second name I'm long too plunged -

It is untouched, first is changed.

When time will come to pay my fee,

Those blessed with Word will join me.

This word will grow like eucaliptus -

And in your lifes it'll be Post Scriptus.

Феникс

It is the dream of my origin,

For in the dreams I am still virgin,

And still I'm fighting with my sleep,

But hesitate - that's why I weep.

My worthless dreams I must deny,

But still afraid to make the try,

For who am I now to decide

What dream is wrong, what dream is right ?

My purest dream is that of bird -

It is the symbol of the world

Which always change and born anew,

This bird I am, like it I flew.

For like a phoenix I reborn ...

My wings may melt, my wings may worn,

But I'm constantly born anew,

I'm many-faced in others view.

I am restored in the fire,

The fire's cold, that fire's dire,

It forges one's wings to make him flyer ...

It is a grand sight to admire.

From former ego it deprives,

And, as its victim slowly dies,

His flesh begins to grow anew ...

And still survivors are so few.

I'm passing through this coldest hell,

My burning skin is all I smell,

My former past will once unfold ...

It is a strange sight to behold.

For I am one without name,

I've lost my past, rejected fame,

The Earth will never be my home …

I will be free the time I'm gone.

All other worlds awaiting me ...

I will awake, I shall break free,

Inside myself I'm searching deeper -

Such is the fate of the Unsleeper.

No one can help me on my path,

I'm always self, I'm never "us",

Through divine hell I'm passing by

To forge the wings for final flight.

The time will come, I will reborn,

My former skin myself I'll torn,

Reborn anew, becoming flyer -

It's all the wish, it's one's desire.

Бред наивного

What of me? I'm good, you see,

I am the one, who just broke free,

I am those one, who wants to change

Imperfect world within my range.

You people are the strangest guys -

And yet this humankind survives.

I wonder - will it last for long?

Of those my thoughts I'll sing a song.

I want to see you all the better,

Say, more slim and less fatter...

You hear me ? Healthy life rules !

Oh, you do not? Then you are fools !

Stop wasting time and start to work -

And your achievements will just rock !

You hear that? I know of this !

And hold your anger, hold it, miss !

Forget your sorrows and be happy...

Or do you need a soul-nappy?

It is a pleasure to just live -

So start to smile and to thrive !

Reject your anger, calm your mind

And leave those selfish thoughts behind !

I am your brother and your sister...

And stop looking like that, you, mister !

Move close to nature, leave the city

And thus rejoice at true world's beauty !

We are the nature beings, men,

And must accept her, now and then !

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