Прохор Озорнин - На Крыльях Надежды. Поэзия

To see those heartless as live's prey,

Theirs shadows dim the light of sun

For their hearts are in the run.

No love - but a despair, you'll learn one day - that's fair,

It must be diamond-rare for no one truly care...

10.07.2007

I see myself between the two -

But one is false, and one is true,

For one is night and one is day

No matter what the others say.

The first is silent, first is cold,

One needs to be both hot and bold

To dare melt that icy heart.

Will you succeed? Go try it, but...

The second is both warm and kind,

It may be not so sharp in mind,

It may be not so swift in tongue -

But it had never-ever stung.

The first is like secular lioness -

It is the grace, it is the finesse,

It is the beautiful snowflake ...

But what one's hands with it will make?

The second's like domestic cat -

To see you home she's always glad,

And she will rub about knees

To make you happy and to please.

The first is the unwilling one

To share moon, to share sun,

To share failure and success -

It's not accustomed to stress.

The second will go hand-in-hand

By any road, through any land,

In any way you just have sighted -

And in that way you'll be united.

The first will look but with contempt

If you have riches that not tempt,

If you first offer own love -

Like useful slave you'll always bow.

The second will ask for but love

That's warm as sun, and fly as dove,

Will look at you with gleaming glance -

And that's the main dif-fe-rence.

23.02.2008

The Modern One, I was a fool,

The Heartless One, I was your tool,

The Sunless One, I could be light ...

I am yet again alone in night.

You are the child of this age,

I am an ancient, ageless sage,

You are the youth in ages gold,

I am immortal, very old.

Behind my steps - the thousand lives,

Behind success - the thousand tries,

Behind my wings - the thousand dreams ...

I have redeemed own sins.

I am a star in darkest night

And for myself I'm own guide,

You are reflection, shining deep,

You have no wings, you like to creep,

You like to feed on own lacks -

The child, full of epoch's bracks,

I would prefer to leave you, rather,

There is no fate for us together.

You are the victim of your age,

But time will break this golden cage,

And time will teach you how to play

With love of other, who’s your prey.

With time you'll die in mind of mine,

The time will help me not to pine,

The time will be life's own sage,

For I was born in the wrong age.

So yet again I am behind,

I am victim of my own mind,

The time will help my heart unfreeze.

There is no one.

... Or is there is?

14.06.2009

All I feel now is the pain,

All my hopes were but in vain,

And there is no one to blame...

Damn it, have I gone insane?!

Will this be all just the same,

Am I but a soul lame,

Cursed to be left alone

With no love, no hope, all prone?

If I'm such a foul man -

Then ignore me when you can,

Never giving any hope,

Never leaving me to mope!

Oh, my girl, but you insist...

Yes, I’m able to resist,

Yes, I may not surrender...

Will that help, I truly wonder?

Oh, I can bury my feeling

And become the coldest being,

"Normal" man without heart,

Yes, I can resist you, but ...

You will drop me soon enough

Just to find the man that's tough -

One, that's able to resist,

One, whose heart will never twist.

Trust me, I am used to this,

I do have to pay my fees

All in hope to find one day

Only one, who won't say "nay",

Only one, chosen for me...

I will find her, you'll see!

But for now I won't resist,

Have some pleasure, at the least...

People all walk strangest ways,

Passing by without trace,

Hoping to find love one day

And forget to say theirs "nay"...

04.02.2007

It was the time of retribution,

Of thoughts all dying in confusion,

It was one coldest winter day

When sun had moved off the way.

There is no hope for it to come

And all illusions are now gone,

The only thought that's left to pry

Is endless question - "Why? Why? Why?!"

Why to ignore without answer?

Why hiding soul in the panzer?

Ignored ones now maybe few...

Some day they’ll start ignoring you.

Why to give hope? There is no reason

If you believe it to be treason,

If heart belongs to other man

Then answer "no" - that's better than!

Why to keep silence when one "no" -

And hope will die without grow,

And I won't ever bother you...

Ignored ones ... are they but few?

I will not be that "spare haven"!

On death won't feast like bloody raven,

I'll find another, truly sun...

I am again in the run.

The time will pass, I will forget

Of winter sun that made me sad,

Of heatless sun that did but hide

And disappeared from the sight.

And as for you, I will that tell -

I'll say: "Goodbye.

Fare

Thee

Well."

08.01.2008

Who is the one to do things right,

Who has the perfect future's sight

And who has will to gain these?

Those ones who have - stand by now, please.

No one believes he can be wrong

Like weakling dreams that he is strong,

Like loony states that he's all right -

Just all the others aren't bright.

Like that it's normal to believe

That lonely men are always stiff,

Divorced women are the stinkers ...

Yet all of us considered thinkers.

Oh man, it's common to believe

That death is the eternal grief,

That life is such an endless race

With wildly rising-dropping pace,

That one should never be alone,

That happy days already gone,

And world will never be all right -

Cause all the others aren't bright.

And it's all known we possess

The right to make some constant mess,

We call it "freedom" by the way...

That inborn right to fray and pray.

I just won't say that these are wrongs ...

The hundred times it's sung in songs,

The thousand times it's told by lives

Of common folk who were just wise.

I cannot say that they were right,

For modern us they don't seem bright,

Still they did not posses believes

That are the source of endless grief.

The one I call the truly wise

Is that who has no prejudice,

The one who has the clear sight,

For only he will make things right.

One day you'll act as you see fit

And thus refuse some other's bid

To make it way it ought to be,

And once you've made it - you are free.

15.11.2008

There were many, and were few,

And each of them was somewhat new,

Yet each was but another mew ...

So soon away I always flew.

And I can't help but to forget

How meeting each I was so glad,

And how I then buried my hope...

This endless quest will never stop.

I was afraid to be alone,

But long ago those fears gone.

You know the bright sight of the thing?

This search for you gave me one wing.

Is that enough for endless fly

Up to the heaven, up for sky,

Or will I have to find that one

That will be second wing to sun?

Another one, another one ...

Such cruel joke...that ain't fun!

Reborn each time, reborn and mope!

Oh god, will this quest ever stop?!

The wing has melted, feathers lost,

I am no one, I am but ghost,

Who thought of love as of life's mother

And who for it is yet another.

There were many, but so few,

To be alone just isn't new,

I thought of each as someone other...

But each of them is yet another.

05.04.2008

У меня больная темка - я не знаю, есть ли стенка,

Чтобы мне бы разбежаться, чтобы смелости набраться -

И затем в единый мах мне б разбиться в пух и прах,

Потому что без любви все мы нищие цари.

Если б знали, милы други, каково жить без подруги,

Каково любить лишь тень, когда ночь сменяет день,

Каково жить лишь работой, загрузив себя заботой,

Каково томить себя, ту любовь не подаря.

Вы не знаете, наверное, сколь та фраза страшно верна,

Что кто меньше женщин любит, тот сильней им милым будет,

И любить они готовы тех, скует им кто оковы,

И спешат отдать любовь первым встречным вновь и вновь.

Мой рассудок не сумеет, он понять их не посмеет,

Только сердце не молчит и в надежде все стучит.

Ну зачем мне, люди, сердце? Заколочена та дверца,

И отброшен в бездну ключ - мне любви не светит луч.

Нету худшего проклятья, чем забыть ее объятья,

Чем расторгнуть губ всю близость, чем тоски познать всю низость,

Чем, любовь в себе храня, избегать ее огня,

И надежду потерять, что найдешь ее опять.

Это крест мой, иль проклятье? Я совсем уж без понятья,

Верить я устал в любовь, остывает моя кровь,

И в других не видно света, из души уходит лето,

Поцелуи лишь зимы мне в награду отданы.

У меня больная темка - будет ль в жизни переменка,

И найду ли я любовь, чтоб пылало сердце вновь?

Потому что жить средь ночи нету у меня уж мочи.

И тогда последний довод - та стена. Лишь был бы повод.

14.01.2008

Весна придет совсем без приглашенья,

Забьют водою чистые ручьи,

И мир услышит птичье песнопенье ...

Ты видишь в небе крылья белы - чьи?

Давно с небес те птицы в мир спустились,

Давно в телах все бродят по Земле,

Со всех времен прошедших возвратились,

И Божьий знак несут все на челе.

Весна придет, не может быть иначе!

Идет в пустыне белый караван ...