On the Wings of Hope : Prose

“For how much long, for how much long you’ll have me in the bed, my pong ?!” - overstrains in the silent exclamation to the unknown listener the third.

“From own husband I have pain … but is new lover better gain ?” - uncertainly-shy longs the forth.

“Without family we have a lot of joyful, shining staff … who didn’t want us is just shy, so let them rot and let them die !”, - as though gives orders to dead ones the fifth.

“You’re rather damned, never cool – I’ll rather die than marry, fool !”, - dives in hysterics the sixth.

“All women are silly, but I am – the queen ! I can go right and left in sin !”, - categorically assures the seven.

“The less we love the women shit, the more effortless we hit !”, - share his deadly wisdom the eight.

“You had betrayed, I saw token ! Keep silence now, my heart is broken !”, - chatters abstrusely the nine.

“No faith, no trust, no beg, my friend, but carry insults through heart’s land”, - calls for humility the tenth.

“Love is like a dream – yet dreams die. Just money help us reach the sky”, - is proud of his cost the eleventh.

“I love myself, and that is cool. To love the others? I’m not fool !”, - secretly admits the twelfth.

“Gods gave us love and paradise – stop lying now, just rise, rise, rise !”, - frankly raves the thirteenth.

Graves, graves, graves …

This is eternal cemetery.

Almost everyone comes here before taking his true place. He silently digs cold dead earth with his own hands, and so silently digs in himself.

The ones who came here died voluntary. And those risen from dead looks like humans no more.

No one knows if there are resurrected ones. But risen from dead often wander the streets of yet living cities. And it’s impossible to put the pain, tormenting them, into words.

There is a legend that those risen from dead can only be cured by the one who made them. But few resurrected ones know different truth.

They know the truth of the Alive City.

It does exist – and yet it doesn’t.

It always was – but they preferred to keep silence of its existence previously.

It first averts you as something intolerably bitter – but few ones have time to feel its true sweet.

It’s similar to an ancient mountain towering among lowlands, yet less and less are willing to climb to its top.

It grows outside and inside of you invisibly, lightening all corners of your soul. And that is why so many consider it as nonexistent.

Its fragrance seems stench from distance and illumination – as its fire.

Practically no one came back from it. And those few who did were humans no more.

So much has been told about it … yet this does not increase the number of its pilgrims.

It never died - and that is why it doesn’t know such thing as death.

It has been born long before the human.

Will he once remember it ?

29.09.2010

Five in a boat, not counting the cat

- The storm is approaching, - the captain of a vessel has noticed, - we may be not in time. We should better …

- We will be in time ! – the Mistress has unceremoniously interrupted. – If you have obeyed me three hundred and twenty seven strokes back, we wouldn’t even be caught by it. I have been telling you, dolt, to the south, to the south we had to row ! And what did you say – we’ll go north, we’ll go north ! Sail now to the east, oh my ingenious one ! And don’t even dare to break a boat !

- Oh, don’t start it, - the captain got confused. – Just imagine, how beautiful the north is ! The polar lights, colds, stopping the blood, wind’s howl, making one’s lose his hearing, penguins on ice floes, after all …

- Yeah, penguins is an interesting topic, - I would like to see at least one of them live, - the Middle brother has interrupted the conversation.

- And I desire to go to the West, - the Elder brother said suddenly. Life is a way better there and people are more cultural, don’t swear like some other.

- So you’ll swim there alone, in your next life. If you have sufficient brains. And now we’ll sail to the southeast ! – the Mistress was becoming even more angry.

- Heck, to the south or to the east, make up ye mind at last ! – it was obvious, that captain was already starting to feel the rage.