Этот мир
Глупой бабы я спою:
Быть убогим в Аде надо —
Будешь думать, что в раю.
---------------------
Serenades to Please the Fool
A serenade I'll sing tonight
To please a foolish lady's sight:
In Hell, the wretched find their way—
And think they've reached a bright new day.
---------------------
Этот мир
"Я не хотел бы быть Богом, который сотворил этот мир, потому что страдания этого мира разбили бы моё сердце".
Артур Шопенгауэр.
Сотворил, возможно, Бог,
Но Рогатый занял трон
Опосля. Сей мир убог:
Выживает только тля —
Для Природы главный враг.
Еле в теле — умный кто,
Если честен. С древле так:
В целом, полное НИЧТО.
---------------------
This World
"I would not want to be the God who created this world,
for the suffering of this world would break my heart."
—Arthur Schopenhauer
Perhaps it was by God's own hand,
But soon the Devil took command.
This wretched world, so harsh, so grim,
Where only pests can truly win.
Nature's foe—the cunning mind—
Barely breathing, cruel, unkind.
And honest souls? A fleeting show—
A murky void is all we know.
---------------------
So-Called Classics
The “classics” drone, a dreary haze,
A tiresome myth of bygone days.
Nothing remains, no self, no spark—
Once Light is known, the rest grows dark.
Transcendent works? They're nowhere near.
What’s praised instead is dull, unclear:
A hymn to lies, to empty norms,
To life's misfortunes and its storms.
This gives so little to the soul,
Which falters, robbed of something whole.
Bombarded still by hollow lore,
She getting tired more and more.
---------------------
To Clash With the Wall
With furious force, I strike the wall—
There’s no way out, no choice at all.
A fool I seem to those nearby,
But to the kind—a distant light.
---------------------
The Story of Humanity, Briefly
The prologue? Fraud. The middle? Lies.
Deceit unfolds beneath the skies.
And at the end, like beasts, we fall—
Destroyed by falsehoods, one and all.
--- Всего 7 стихов ---
Все стихи здесь: https://greenexpectations.us/book/
Свидетельство о публикации №125012800928