Poetry: Azsacra Zarathustra

Azsacra Zarathustra
ANGELS ALREADY STAND WITH SWORDS

 

Angels are already standing with swords.

Are waiting. In vain! I am not with you.

Demons flocked down, welcoming.

I also do not have them. I am a Disaster Killer!

 

When sadness dispels your horror

God will rise again, but he is no longer needed.

Wanderings in the Void change habits;

More bold than the bold bullfinches and titmouse ...

 

Snowflakes fell, but saved the Cosmos.

I am the whole brother fell! ― there was an exclamation of Light.

Eternity i brevity? I choose a little.

For a moment! but a speck of dust shone.

 

Forever not forever

There is no eternity:

Demon is infinity

But a moment is Light!

***

 

PROTECTING SHADOWS OF TREE


Forgetting the turns to the Light

Darkness moves, betraying shadows.

Riddles are killed. The answers

More cunning otchizni poison.

 

But in us, on the other side of anger,

Secrets of laughing words: ―

Rejoice in flying to

Dragonfly revived bowstring!

 

We

Arrows! And we are not random

Like light and grass at the door

Like signs of creation and mystery

The rebellious spirit of the beasts.

 

The secret will only come true ―

if nothing is forgotten

and the Void will not get lost!

**

  

NO ONE! WAY HIS ...


Nature, at the birth of lightning,

Thunder destroyed the horror,

So that the creatures of heaven remember

Nothing and at least something.

Why is the Void godly,

When is the sum of all ―Nothing?

Why Nothing Syllable?

Without words. Silence ―

The essence of everything.

 

And only

Out of everything

His way

One…

***

 

NOT TO MAN


Not to man ―

lightning needed;

i will be more than

eternal but false

easiest

and at the same time ―

the hardest!..

***

 

PLACE WITHOUT PROPERTIES

(BEYOND RESENTMENT)

 

Deaths firmly close the circle ―

Gone! But in death: Shine ... suddenly!

Yes! Death is a friend, if horror is a miracle.

No one appears out of nowhere.

 

The paths are entangled, but the corpse is clear ―

Animal vengeance! But not on purpose:

Eye for eyes ... for fang ―tooth ...

Death from immortality, to be precise.

 

The mind is dying up ― for nothing!

In the skull thinks a different device ―,

Empty does not know how Nothing will die ...

Pure revenge is revenge without property.

***

 

HORROR IN HORROR OF HORROR GENTLE

 

I'm killed every second

but the poison is not traced!

 

Horror in Horror Horror needed ―,

that the gentle be tender in Tenderness;

I have not touched anyone, but the world is defeated.

***

 

Azsacra Zarathustra is an Indo-Russian rebellious thinker, filmmaker and poet-mystic. The creator of philosophical concepts The Shunya Revolution, The Absolute Revolution, Over Without a Man etc. Azsacra is a founder of International Poetry Award For TajMahal Review (India). He is Editorial Advisor in the international journal of poetry and art “Harvests of New Millennium” (India). Azsacra is published in India, America, Germany, England, Japan etc.

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