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The webs of past are thick to hack,And maze of life is cold and dark,There are no torches on its walls …You wander by without goals.

Ancestors’ bones all lie below …You'll end like them, of this you know.What is the meaning of your road?You are destined to die and rot.

The slime on walls became your food -It is edible, but no good,The veil of darkness is your cloak,And heart resembles walls of rock.

The pits on floor possess no threat -To fall in them you will be glad,

And with this maze you've formed band …But you're still standing where you stand.

The walls of past are thick to hack,But you will have to make a brackAnd to destroy them once for all …For this is only worthy goal.

My words may help you on this path …I am not first, I am not last,For your new life I am the lawyer,But some still see me as destroyer.

And when it's cold, and when it's dark,I may become short-living spark …From time to time, when need is dire,I shall become a Purifier.

I'll burn to dust those foul webs,I'll kill all spiders with sword's stabs,I shall become a distant lightWho guides to exit, shining bright.

And when the maze is left behind,Screw up your eyes to not be blind,For rising sun you'll see on fore …And from this time I'll be no more.

29.10.2009

Success

What does one strife for, if not success?Constantly pressured, each day in stress?

What do I care? Listen or not -Poem's successful, still being hot.

For politician it's measured in voices,And for musician it's all in the noises.

For the reporter - it's in sensations,And for astronomer - in observations.

As for the priest - it's measured in souls,And for each medic it's counted in bowels.

For common mystic it's in divinations.What of the killer? In annihilations.

For simple writer it's in the novels,For complex digger it's in the shovels.

For undertaker this one's in corpse,

For the oculist this one's in orbs.

It's in new places for endless strollersAnd for all merchants all in the dollars.

And for the army it's in the wars …Now do you see where successful one goes?

And for the planet it's in the us.Want be successful? See where this goes?

Or will prefer not to race for success,Driving as madman, always in stress?

Spirit success now is being so rare …Poem's successful … what do I care?

11.04.2010

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