SIMPLY WHITE ROSE

No! The Rose isn't killed by the Height,

It will inosculate thorns —

And are eradiating a Sense of Coitions,

More adroit than bullets —

By other Cruelties

Will shoot through foreheads!

And you, who believed in the Fall —

You will tumble into the morning of Hellish pits!

Bury, the Hero, your-self

Your Invincibility:

I — am the Rose White! —

I will burst with thorns

Your insides.

I — am the Rose White! —

And I want to blossom Differently —

Above the petals of

Paradise and Flowers:

To live

Greedily

Only

By devouring

Winds!

So Aromas of Regal Gardens

Devours a rough smell of honest flesh —

So simply a tiger

Frolics in Hunting,

So simply

Each revolver

Is ready for work.

STRONG FEMALE

By snowy gait diligently

I go to you, Overgentle!

Of white beasts a round dance

leads the Death,

On the contrary:

Open more quickly the eyelids,

Too weak, no hope,

Perfection is only a turn ―

Blonde God

Is going!

By tender gait diligently

He goes alone Oversnowy,

The perfect Beast goes:

Strongest!

Strongest Females only

Turn!

LAST GAMAYUN

[TAKING DOWN OF DAMNATION]

«The fine face burns with love»...

(Alexander Blok)

From an abyss sings Gamayun ―

The own perdition glorifies,

And everyone who is joyfully young

Exalts and Shines from the face!

And in glitter of frightening eyes

New Wings are read ―

As though Magic Diamonds

Have opened those wings with a Blow;

Invades... The Tearing Russia ―

More grand heavenly Light!

And flinched, again I will be proud

By riddles of terrible answers.

ANGER OF GANESHA

From the moon has fallen down,

From a chain has slipped out,

Elephant from his tusk

Fought —

Cut to pieces!

Bit!

And where lions of Death

Was laughed,

There were You,

Or was howling on

Flying out of owl

Already without

Heads?

OVER THE WORLD OF THE DEAD OF SIRENS

Over the world of the dead of Sirens

The dragonfly are hovered with passion —

And the Minotaur, having left captivity,

He is fine: neither is the good, nor is the evil.

Over the world of the dead of Sirens

The thread of Ariadne are twinkled —

The light and the pitiful decay

Already it is impossible to connect.

Over the world of the dead of Sirens

A Life won't tie up more a knot:

And the Monster damned — is blessed,

And on his face — a tear.

MURDER OF BEAUTY

Murder of Beauty is

A malicious Evil

By the “The Flowers of Evil”.

Royal Lions growl and reign

Also exterminate Laughter.

Cruelty for illuminated

Not a hindrance

We — claws of Laughter!

For us Laughter claws!

Let swallows

Look down —

Only bowels, giblets of flowers

Fly

THE PRINCE MAGNIFICENT

Female animal is given to Force!

From a bed crawl away servants:

When He gives wings —

Cuts off hands!

Unconcerned with

Carrion of Hyenas

Without «I» is — I! —

I — the Lioness Opened & dissected

Veins:

Devil ascending throne should die

Demon!

Look —

Light of Force hasn’t died away:

God opens the great Eye,

But pulls out an eye!

LION OF LAUGHTER

The lion opens by laughter a mouth,

That to rend the undermost's, 

But also to chasten ―

Any Perfection!

Its bite shows the Power.

The desire to rule ―

It... Truth!

It ― 

Lion beatitude!