A FALL-TRAP
Being a Macho is a fall,
You're always ready to die.
So you live? Oh, not at all,
You cannot even try.
Macho is a seedless fruit,
The meaning is direct.
His fall is not a simple chute,
It is the final fact.

287. A FALL-TRAP

REMAINS

The stresses of your life – be gone!
But what remains?
You are, maybe, alone
With your mind’s strains.

17. REMAINS

THE WIND OF TIME?

Globalization of the mind,
Instead of the economics –
The world is becoming so kind,
Instead of the ramping rabies.
If this such wind could really be,
The people would sigh in rapture.
Not yet? Then don’t trouble me:
I’m in world-trading captured.

10. THE WIND OF TIME?

THE STRUCTURE OF A NOVEL

Making points – all written prose
Fairy castle in any book.
Who is forming life’s pose?
And polishing life’s look?
Not the writer, word-enriched,
Not the reader, word-obsessed.
Higher conscience, high in the bleachers –
Trying to postpone the press…

9. THE STRUCTURE OF A NOVEL

THE ONLY WAY TO HEAVEN

Diminishing my own sins,
Greatening the sins of others,
I try to get my soul in –
Into the God-possessed gardens.

8. THE ONLY WAY TO HEAVEN

PREDETERMINATION / PREDESTINATION

It does not make the least impression
Upon the course of any life –
Serenité, or rabid passion:
The end is always, always rife…
You could achieve all kind of valor,
But what is valor? Empty shell.
Your ship is sailing, sky is stellar
And lo! The sulphur* burns the marine smell.
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* It smells of sulphur in Hell

7. PREDETERMINATION / PREDESTINATION

ENTROPY

You’re becoming weaker, weaker
Every passing, fucking day.
Gods above – they only snicker,
Seeing us all being put away…
Every single trait of living
Is becoming something else.
Who is the enemy and stealing
Our home, Old Earth?

6. ENTROPY

DYING

Steps, so faltering, under the rain.
Drops of his blood galore,
One of the arteries cut, not the main.
Somebody’s killing valor…
Air becoming thin and weak
Bloodied knife fell behind…
God has forsaken all the weak.
Who ever thought he was kind?

5. DYING

COLDLIFEDNESS

Beyond the call of duty
This life of mine, so called.
I am not shy of beauty,
But beauty is so cold…
This pain – my fire eternal –
Or is this fire hot?
Consumes, like throat-over-all.
I am thinking: where is God?

4. COLDLIFEDNESS

ALTER EGO

You can’t go home again.
Your home forever lost.
The roads are many – all vain?!
Your spirit’s your only host,
It leads you to the furthest reaches –
Your foe? Friend? Neutral being?
It does not proclaim, never teaches
And smiles at your direst fling.

3. ALTER EGO

HIGH POETRY

“High poetry”, as high school teaches,
Is very, very high.
And so I’m a climbing mule:
The sky is surely nigh…
But is there air in the heights?
Or does breathing stop at all?
While dying, I see Pearly Gates,
And an angel, very tall…

2. HIGH POETRY

Lev Brekhman
"THE WORDS WE LIVE WITH"

B & E
A young barrister, on his wedding
night, was in awful fear of being
accused of "breaking and entering"

Vladivostok
Private Collection "SeaHorse"
2014

1. B & E

Poems by Lev Brekhman
Narrated by Liam Owen
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"Okay... first, it is a lot of material... so there are going to be stronger pieces than others. But, I have to say, overall... I enjoyed it very much. There is a nice balance of humor and darkness... with a consistent theme of sex running through. I believe they are good choices. Of course, I have my favorites, but I did enjoy most all of them. The nod to T.S. Eliot was lovely. "That's Tough", "Your Moan", "Whisper" and "Onan's Dream" were among my favorites. This may sound unusual, but I am a huge fan of Jacques Brel and I found a vibe in some that felt like something he would sing. I find that a great compliment."
Rgds, Liam Owen.

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