No need for any rules
and preparations
and apparitions
any surplus fantasies
in yours imagination,
do not think at all
about the rhymes,
ritms
and others focuses, excuses and trifles
of gourmands and lover of truffles,
even forget about grammar
in the time of hardest zeitnot
Strive fast
when come aspiration,
or neediness the hardest
to do something
invincible,
have been limitlessly sincere.
And if heaven blesses
born the poetry.
All others things from
tempting and fucking mannerism.
When heaven demands
the honest and clear appeal,
and you could not to do breakthrough
right in time and in place
as said Kyrgyz proverbs,
the father of words has died
and truth fell down from standpoint
and helped not more then
any kind of artfulness
even if you are rhymed
the poetic lines and words from left to right
and back again from right to left
create palindromes
and other airports for
flying stupeddrones,
or prisoned words for people and future
for other puzzles and sharads
instead of telling just in time
with simple and honest way
what heaven demanded.
The father of words has died.