Прохор Озорнин: На Крыльях Надежды : Поэзия. Избранное

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Все черное белым предстаться желало,
И черные дыры в мирах прогрызало,
Прорвалось и вышло наружу во гнили,
Прорыв перекрыть тот и к вам приходили …
А черное - белым, и черный - точь белый,
Расстались с надеждой, порвали вы с верой.
Коль белое - черным, все белое - черным,
То мир будет жить на века обреченным.
Все черное белым предсталось уж в мире,
Возьмите же гири, несите же гири!
А белое - черным, все белое - черным?
Вот кто-то шагает уж в стаде покорном.
Коль темное - белым, а светлое - темным,
То в беге ты в бездну пребудешь проворным.
"Все черное - черным, а белое - белым!" -
Учитель чертил нам движением смелым.
Пусть черное - белым, а белое - черным,
Лишь белое жить будет в Храме просторном.
"На время лишь черное выглядит белым", -
Учитель писал на доске своим мелом.
Казаться пусть черное черным не хочет,
Но гром нарастает, он в уши грохочет.
"Жить черное в мире для белых не будет,
Закон справедливо все души рассудит!"
Не время для темных, не время для черных,
Осталось немного вам глупостей вздорных.
О, слабые духом, сойдите с порога,
Взгляните, шагают здесь Ангелы Бога!

The Earth is cradle for the men …
But that is just the part of plan,
For it has yet another side -
The Earth is sleeping deep inside.
And with the Earth sleeps humankind …
There is potential for mind
That was forsaken long ago,
The man preferred to lay it low.
That man preferred to fall asleep …
It now, like newborn, breathes deep,
Yet knowing nothing of his kind,
There is little use for sleeping mind.
He has forgotten whom he was
And he has still so many foes,
Who hunt for him in own dreams …
He's always victim - so it seems.
He may believe in thousand things,
To these beliefs he always clings,
But there is yet the other side -
He's sleeping deep, so deep inside.
There are so many forms of sleep …
You'll have to make a quantum leap
To free yourself of dream's clutch,
All what’s at stake - it's just too much.
There are more than one way
To end the night, to bring the day,
To step past shade, becoming solar,
To soar high, to fly as stroller.
If you are victim - you shall suffer,
Your tortures will become all tougher,
And day will come, you faith'll be shaken -
And from that pain you'll awaken.
If you are stronger than the rest,
If heart still beats in own chest,
If heart is always full of fire -
Than your solution is desire.
Destroy your cage in own wake
And grow inside you what it take
To shape your heart and mind in one,
To dive in self, to dive for fun.
Awaken now, awaken, sleeper!
There is still time before your reaper
Will take you out of this life …
Just throw away your fears, dive!
If own fire will be lit
And on the paper it will feed,
And for this guide in dire need …
Than it is yours - and so be it.

I have been given flaming blade
To pierce night and fight with shade,
And it is glowing with that fire
The source of which is my desire.
It has seen war, it knows of peace,
It chopped heads, it burned grease,
And it executed swift death,
For some it's curse, for others bless.
It has severed diseased limbs,
It has exposed others’ sins,
It was a torch for ones in dark,
Cut out exit to those stuck.
It settled disputes in the world,
It used to touch the right heart's chord,
Its clang alone can make heart brave,
And it is lost for those who rave.
It is engulfed in the flame
And thus can make its wielder lame,
It brings uncommon sort of fame
Which clears heart and grants no shame.
Yes, I can feel its heat in hands …
This blade has traveled many lands
And many battles it has seen,
Those armed with it destined to win.
It's a reflection of a Word,
Which always touches rightist chord
And purifies its victim's heart …
Eternal justice, friend and guard.

When one is set in own path
He will escape all crowd's mass,
And will be ready for the fight
With own demons of the blight.
He will prevail after all,
But pay a costly, dire toll,
That toll will be his former life …
He shall destroy it in the strife.
The flame of heart may break one's night,
The flame of heart destroys the blight,
The flame of heart is endless fire,
The flame of heart is your desire.
My word is blade and song is shield,
And I'm still fighting on the field
In some eternal, endless war …
That fight is fierce - but what for?
I cannot flee, I cannot run,
My armor glistens under sun,
And blood now feeds the earth below …
I am, like others, one in row.
My throat is dry, my thoughts all spin,
And hope to end the fight is thin,
It won't extinguish by itself -
For I am fighting with myself.
My mind is helmet for the head,
My heart is armor in the red,
And as the drops of blood now burn
That heart is ready for its turn.
My heart is afire, engulfed in flame,
My heart is afire - and yet just the same,
My heart is afire wherever I go,
My heart is afire - and let it be so.

I don't know why I feel I am
Once lived through all of this - and then
I have forgotten who I was,
Who were my friends, who were my foes,
How I was called, and how I died …
This feeling does constantly bite,
But still my memory is mist …
It's like I start with empty list.
And yet some sparks of former life
Feel very old the time I dive
Into reflection of myself -
And this makes squeeze my soul nerve.
I feel I once had many names …
Are these but dreams, just madness games?
I might have gone completely mad,
But these feelings long have bred.
I worn them all, they were like clothes
For man with many names I was
And many faces I once had …
I am, no doubt, truly mad.
How one can live the endless life
And pass through death … and still survive?
And still in times remember that
Another own name he had?
They are all mine, I once were them,
All these persons in the pram,
Like were-man I always shift …
Is it a curse, is it a gift?
Is there is one beyond them all
That is my only truly goal,
The one, who never had the name,
The Nameless One … are we the same?
I will remember once them all
For this is only worthy goal …
The time will come, I'll pass through flames
To be the Man Of Many Names.