Who am I?

Sometimes I am a warrior, sometimes I am a monk.
Sometimes I am a mustang, sometimes I am a cronk.
Sometimes I love all world, sometimes I hate him.
I am not a saint and not a sinner, I think.
I just an artist, who want to understand this life
And may be some day to see the Light.

All is vanity!

Vanity of vanities, saith the Preacher and he was right.
We live don't able to see the sky and we call that, our life. Why?
We have sex and we call that, our love. Why?
We have a big house, a big car, a pretty wife, but
We are not happy. Why?
Becouse without God, our life is just vanity of vanities.

Night poem

Night. There are only stars around.
I am alone and I have peace,
And nothing breaks it in my soul.
I am alone, but I feel I am a part of universe.
Everything that I know is part of the world experience.
And all wisdom of the ages belongs to me
In this night.

Cat story (12)

Today my cat came home drunk as a cobbler.
I looked at him and thought:"How lucky he is! Nobody will say he is a beast."

Cat story (11)

The day was declining waning. I was working on the computer when my cat entered the hall.
- Hi, - he said. - How are you?
- Fine, and you? - I looked at him.
- I am not fine, - he said sadly. - I have ate a mouse. It seems that she stirs into my stomach.
- Set her free, - I said.

Music

Music is flight of soul
Which has no the end.
Up to the heavens, my spirit soared.

A lone star

A lone star is flying in the heaven,
And her way leads nowhere.
She is just flying.
She does not hurry anywhere
Because she has no the final station.
She is just flying
And she is happy.