The boat is tossed around, but floating,
The wives back home are cooking food,
He as a kid became immortal,
With death encounter he withstood.
Attacks of asthma choke and strangle,
He on his own is left with pain.
For sure knows is not abandoned,
No effort is consigned in vain.
Adventure is his second nature,
By which a thrill seeker he is.
He could embark on any venture
With passion, vision and with ease.
The jungles of unknown Bolivia,
Are rather dense, so thick and dark,
Between the freedom and oblivion-
And Tania is his Joan of Arc.
The final night is fading out,
Interrogation’s underway.
The fortitude they are about
To see will render them astray.
The boat is tossed around, but floating,
Some gear’s left behind, ashore.
In order to become immortal,
One must the death itself ignore.
ENTIRE WORLD IS MY IMAGINATION AND FRAGILE AS A PIECE OF GLASS
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Unprecedented is, of course,
Enough to have a glimpse.
Coincidentally ran across,
Enjoying ever since.
And ever since is in the range,
For stigma or for fame.
Coincidentally life has changed,
To never be the same.
Cooperation does take time
And learning is the key.
Can be perfected and sublime
When everybody’s keen.
Inordinately is, no doubt,
It’s worth to get a grasp.
Alike within is and without,
Is fragile like a glass.
Unprecedented is, of course,
I wish it were enough.
Coincidentally ran across,
And the ride since then was rough.
He looked a bit above his age —
For went through burning fire.
He was inordinately sage,
Been dancing on a wire.
He’s seen it all; the ride was rough,
Took dives and hit the bottom.
There was so much he had enough —
No life in silk and cotton.
As tension grew and pressure built,
He played it smooth and clear,
And was the one to pay the bill —
As was, indeed, it dear.
And even then, when all the brave
Stooped low and tried to veer,
He took the roads that weren’t paved —
Evasions, lies, and smear.
He learned it fast and learned it soon:
No single thing’s unnoticed.
One hundred twenty harvest moons
And ninety equinoxes.
Were switching to a smolder mode,
Continued stubs to glare.
He picked the keys and cracked the code —
As less he couldn’t care.
Expanding deeper from within
And standing on its own.
A purpose for existing means,
The magic inner world.
The outstanding inner self,
Abnormal, strange and alien.
The expectation to coerce,
And meet, though would it barely.
No single standard is intact,
It wouldn’t fit the framework.
And yet there is a clear plan,
There’s something it would aim for.
Expanding is the universe,
It is the brightest star,
Its world is chapter and the verse,
For real connoisseurs.
Not many people would accept,
Appreciate would fewer.
But I enjoyed as we incept,
Although a biased viewer.
Expanding deeper from within,
To none it’s standing second.
Involved a lot and yet is clean.
Is valued every second.
That winter night
Truth came to light,
So little then they knew.
They’ve bet their lives
And paid the price,
No waiver for the due.
And ever since
The nightmare dreams
Became a sad recurrence.
Those nightmare dreams
With bloody scenes —
Continuous disturbance.
The stakes were high,
The win came by
With final proper claim.
That image thing,
Almighty king
Stood up on feet of clay.
Faithbraking stroke,
Machine gun’s smoke.
Dispelled all the belives.
They’d rather die,
But fly so high.
Than live on their knees.
What cherished they
All went astray,
The fear and the pain.
That winter night,
The tracers light,
The place was not the same.
They did what praised,
The banner raised.
Awaited freedom banner.
What was then gained,
Was not in vain.
Commitment was examined.
Deal is a carrion,
Still will they carry on.
Flies like a chariot,
Time leaves no chance.
Saving the crown,
Ruthless is crowd,
Make you eat crow.
Know in advance.
Making inquiries,
Pusing the barriers,
Closing entirely,
Blocking the view.
Little too copious,
Life of notorious,
Truth is so obvious
Just for the few.
She’s taught to have a social talk,
She’s taught a lot from scratch.
A lot of what she has to walk
Along with, has no match.
She’s taught to always shine and smile,
Ignoring grief or pain.
And all the time she comes with style,
No matter snow or rain.
No matter what a twist will take
Her life, and what a blow.
She’s not afraid to put at stake
It all, and even more.
She’s not afraid to risk it all
No matter what a strike.
An evening gown and overalls,
Suit perfectly alike.
She’s taught to have a social talk,
She’s taught a lot from scratch.
A lot of what she has to walk
Along with, has no match.
Крутой стих! Сразу видно, что ты и сам силен духом, живешь своими идеями, да еще при этом здоров и спортивен.…
Perfect
Очень круто! Спасибо.
Very interesting, the big and powerful life to be admired in such short but powerful verses .Bravo!
This is a nice one Mr Elchin. Great piece, thanks for sharing it in English!