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The Mysterious Race of Strange Entities

1. The Visit:
I. The Arrival of The First (Misanthrope)

Having regained consciousness near a rock,
The Thing has looked round,
There, where, usually, there are eyes,
Something has begun to sparkle
Also it was silently started turning,
The far star has seemed there.

Having shaken a space dust,
Having taken of a view district,
The Thing has stepped into the unknown.

II. The Entities, part 1

Treachery, meanness, ignorance, lie and cynicism,
Hypocrisy, avarice, disgrace, angrily and a sadism.

III. The Meeting

What are these ears?! What are these hands?! What are these feet?!
It is visible, the guy, your dad drank much,
But, probably, that you were born in a den,
Simply, the guy, your dad was a bear.

Well, youre the ugly creature, mow cabbage,
You can become at church, on a corner, or at the underground,
And there, quietly crying, to play on feelings,
But probably you'll better play in the movie.

For example, I offer also the scenario,
That you have arrived in UFO to us from another, malicious Earth.
And in a role of a terrible, dirty creature
You started to devour fine ladies in cities.

But differently it is possible for us to present a plot,
That youre the kindest alien,
And you want to give secrets of high technologies
And all other secrets to inhabitants of the Earth.

But all laugh over you in evil ecstasy,
You look a sick, ugly fool,
And on you all pour out so much dirt,
That you depart home, eventually.

IV. The Arrival of The Second

Having regained consciousness near a rock,
The Thing has looked round,
There, where, usually, there are eyes,
Something has begun to sparkle
Also it was silently started turning,
The far star has seemed there.

Having shaken a space dust,
Having taken of a view district,
The Thing has stepped into the unknown.

V. The Entities, part 2

Fidelity, sincerity, generosity and kindness,
Nobleness, love, charm and cleanliness.

2. The Beginning:
I. The Return

I hope, for a long time know to all you,
That we have sent two our colleagues
In system of Mars and Venus,
That everyone there, on a place has checked up all.

And the matter is that in heart of a universe,
Among galaxies so clear to us quite,
The planet suddenly remained without our attention,
It is closer than all to the Moon known to you.

We have addressed, and HE has answered,
Has blest in a long journey, in a haze,
Perhaps, someone has not noticed time,
Those both our colleagues have already returned.

I hope, to everyone to listen it is ready
Their long, a little uneasy story,
We will decide later on us for friends or enemies
To accept creatures living on that planet.

II. The Opening Address of The Second

Let me start a conversation,
I will bring you up to date,
Let's begin with, that planet
Everyone calls it the Earth,
And people are beings,
Reasonable quite,
Living on the Earth.
The big sense is not present in their guilty and holy lives,
So complex there is simple for us

III. The Opening Address of The First

We will present for you a number of pictures
And a sight, of course, not one
On humanity on Earth,
And to the man hardly plus
For it is necessary to take out,
Rather it should be otherwise.
In advance we ask us to forgive
If something is wrong,
After all only a fool is frank up to the end.
And people probably sometimes.
Well

3. I Heard the Sound

I heard a sound of a torn off string,
And the terrible suffering began ,
More fun minds became, ,
And wisdom remained without consciousness.

I heard a sound of torn off dream,
And then all the lights were extinguished of hope,
And I saw how near one wall,
Holy and sinful stood side by side.

And a stone, having come off from a rock,
Flew, ripping off wind in the difficult throes.
I heard a sound of the torn off string
And saw the savagery of a reasonable tribe.

4. About a Woman and Love

Once, in the usual morning I somehow
Has met funny being.
At that moment I very suffered from thirst,
Being has lovely given to drink me water.

In a shade of avenues and seldom pure parks
We many times met with this being,
And now I am very sorry,
There is no it with me here now.

I remember the gentle hands
And look something like our eyes
And various other things, more
No none of us.

I remember magic breathing,
Touching the lips and hair,
And the sense of incomprehensible pain borne,
Now I am in captivity of strange dreams.

We left, as if went on death,
But can even is worse, I do not know,
After all it is necessary to take into account,
Our death is not such as on Earth.

I thought, I had somewhere to go,
Coming back, at last, home.
And now I stand here and am wondering,
What have I left on that planet?

I remember magic breathing,
Touching the lips and hair,
And the sense of incomprehensible pain borne,
Now I am in captivity of strange dreams.

My colleague was a little tired,
This woman just had.
I also met a lot of them,
This species is pretty sweet.
But we must remember that the woman is a wave
Of Emotions and feelings, pleasures,
And the storm subsides, it subsides,
Leaving no doubt,
It's just painful sleep:
And love and melancholy, and teardrop.
And heart, having given a nod for mind,
Will be hammered in realities of day again.
As for the long love -
The problem is simple:
So light comes from a far star,
Which has died for many years ago.

5. On the Threshold

Forgotten your obstinate look
The hoarse wind will not disturb.
All around to you in a reproach,
What will be further is known.

Intoxicated nights all have passed,
Your tired mind melts,
Ever less rage and love
The avaricious life in it leaves.

And only curved mirrors
Still laughing,
But the shadow died long ago in them,
And tears through an instant will spill.

Which day already in yours
The doors for the grey Spider Web,
Insignificant picture remains
In the bad eyes forever.

And you hear a crackling step
And equal knock of thin knees,
So the eternal enemy of life comes in
Not leaving anybody of doubts

And only curved mirrors
Still laughing,
But the shadow died long ago in them,
And tears through an instant will spill.

6. Short Stories

He was liked women, but was left lonely,
He ran faster of all others, but hopelessly behind,
Earlier he always gave everything for everyone,
But then he suddenly took back all.

He usually healthy, later he hard was ill,
He was vigorous and strong, but somehow has suddenly drooped,
He was young before, now old,
He forgave, with apologizing, but now will not forgive.

He laughed as a thunder, but he sobs now,
He was always famous, but today he was forgotten,
He hated alive and he became like a beast,
He always killed, but yesterday he is killed.

No, all in another way.
No, all not so.

He always lagged behind, but now an ahead,
He always stole, even at himself,
But yesterday suddenly, he gave the joy for everyone,
He always was lonely, but now he has friends.

He was ill and suffered, but today is healthy,
He was unfamiliar for anybody and by all is forgotten,
But today he is ready to make a feat,
And then he will be well-known in the whole world.

Where earlier crying only was,
Now only are pleasure, fun and laughter,
And dumb speaks; and hangman sobs,
Who lived for himself - he lived and for all.

No, all in another way.
No, all not so.

Who once lagged behind - the disappeared,
Who laughed at all - got off the mad
Who lived for the people, Earth and the heavens,
In vain thought he lived only for good.

Who loved - he suffers, who is the friend - he is the enemy too,
Where memory is alive, there is sin of the oblivion.
And happier all only those who are fool ,
Who transforms into success the approach to the abyss.

Who then has not forgiven - soon to all will revenge,
Who was ill and suffered - he has died a long time ago,
And has gone out for ever who has been forgotten by all,
Who has friends - there are enemies all the same.

7.If Anybody Else Would Ask

If someone has asked me:
What is colour of the man?
You would be surprised
By my fair and simple answer:
White, black, red,
Yellow, blue-
Here is the answer!
Such a man!

I will tell to you at once - I do not like the man,
At least because the man is omnivorous.
People eat fish, a bird, an animal,
Grass and the land.
I it saw all.

And they still eat iron, stones, a dirt -
Such here affairs!
How the Earth could suffer these people?
And I will open to you a strange terrible secret:
People eat each other, happens, for a dinner.

If someone has asked me:
How many people live on the Earth?
I would disappear with shame,
Because, I could not count up them.

Problem in that there, believe, on the Earth,
Many do not consider each other for people,
Spit in the face, kill, burn on fire,
Such you will not see even in the most terrible nightmares.

8. People-Leaves

How the round way is simply eternal,
The lie of the deserts; the impassable wood.
Just stars give cold light,
To a discovery taste has disappeared for a long time.

Moon jump to heaven
Will delineate your skillful sin,
Disgusting, repulsive your brave, dirt gesture
And nasty your fake laughter.

Needles have blurred in embraces of eyes,
Faces are gloomy, the story is sad.
Bracelets and chains, ropes and threads,
Uneasy for us to leave a circle.

Leaves of the single tree breathe by the quiet sadness,
Doubts burn me until the last.
I will not hear cry of the birth of thought,
Until no questions, no answers,
Faces have drooped without a thought, without a thought.

Alpha, meg - still secret,
Though for a long time and to the Sun to rise it is time,
Bears me, bears you on a circle,
The life is old just as the death.

Easily having concerned vivid colours,
The tramp-wind will simplify the story.
Oh, the round way, what will be further?
Nobody will answer.

Leaves of the single tree breathe by the quiet sadness,
Doubts burn me until the last.

There is a progress trace on a pure smooth surface, the heart is in lies.
No more flowers from the forest. The rain is similar to blood.
No more of ridiculous wind - only a dust,
There is no miracle and no fairy tales - just a reality.

Leaves of the single tree breathe by the quiet sadness,
Doubts burn me until the last.
I will not hear cry of the birth of thought,
Until no questions, no answers,
Faces have drooped without a thought, without a thought.

9. Controversy Between The Second and the Misanthrope

The man is it a pain,
The man is it the tears,
The man is it fear,
The man is it death.

The man is it a joy,
The man is it laugh,
The man is it the mind,
The man is it life.

The man is it a weakness, the man is it power.
The man is it a sin. The man, most likely, is a love,
The man is it night,the man is it day
The man is it the hell, the man is it the paradise.

The man is it a grief. The man is it happiness,
The man is it evil, no, more likely the man is it kindness,
The man is it the dirt, the man is it purity,
The man is it a instant, the man is it an eternity.

The man is it the flesh, no, on the contrary, the soul.
The man is it a lie, man it's the truth.
The man is it the darkness, the man is it the light,
The man is it a calm, the man is it the wind.
The man is it groaning, is it a rot,
The man is it a shot.

The man is it a run, but it is not known where,
The man is it a cry, the man is it muteness,
The man is it a nerve, the man is it a deafness.
The man is it a chasm, an abyss.
The man is it a sadness and sorrow,
The man is it a stellar distance.
The man is it all around!

The man is it a stone if suddenly it breaks,
It will sweep away all on the way downwards.
The man is it time if has left - will not return,
The man is it silly whim.

The man - only an error, I do not remember whom,
The man is it the higher miracle of the creator.
The man - I know precisely - the end beginning.

The man is very weak,
The man is it the slave,
First of all,
Himself.

10. Conclusions

So, words are said a lot,
Let's summarize,
The second colleague was loyal,
The first, rather, is strict.
And we argue here obstinately,
Around there are the same myriad stars
And each light is unique
Not easy for perception.
But still there is light invisible.

Easily I will understand the man,
If I will become him once.
The blind man who had lived longer than a century,
So, without seeing the Sun beam,
Does not represent the colors of the sky
And the snow white in winter,
And only that will understand a pain,
Who himself helplessly sick,
The old liar does not believe another.

One thing is clear to me, that's for sure,
That man is it evil,
But at the same time
He is also kindness.
Good and evil are inseparable,
How are inseparable life and death,
Their struggle will rule by world,
To rattle in all centuries.
We cant present the kindness without the evil.

Two more truth emerged:
Where wisdom - there sadness,
When sadness goes away into the distance,
We are sorry the wisdom
When justice goes away,
Only fear remains,
And it will drill hearts
In years and centuries.
The fear will change all the facial features.

And the man? Let him is remained.
He has enough of itself,
To be born and fight
With itself, cruel I.
Eventually, to die,
So was, is and it will be eternal:
At first a life, then and death,
But the person will comprehend something,
And the link of times will not be broken off,
After all the flesh perishes, the thought does not perish,
And with someone again it will return.
Let the man is remained.








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The Mysterious Race of Strange Entities - 2008

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1. The Visit:

I. The Arrival of The First (Misanthrope)
II.The Entities, part 1
III. The Meeting
IV. The Arrival of The Second
V. The Entities, part 2

2. The Beginning::

I. The Return
II. The Opening Address of The Second
III. The Opening Address of The First

3. I Heard the Sound

4. About a Woman and Love


5. On the Threshold

6. Short Stories

7. If Anybody Else Would Ask


8. People-Leaves

9. ontroversy Between The Second and the Misanthrope

10. Conclusions