WITH LIFE, AND WITH DEATH.. Ruki Kočan

 

I dedicated this poem, in June 2020, to my poetic brother and friend, a great writer ... A wonderful man, and a very dedicated literary creator, visionary and humanist ... His light soul, enthusiasm and energy of youth, and above all sad - premature  departure,
 into some better and more beautiful world, the world of heavenly eternity.


Kairat Duissenov Parman
(1964 - 2020)

KDA


 I dream, I dream.
 I'm writing to you, suzana hot.  Ooo, mighty poet, ooo - Avatar, dear ... I am fighting, the wounds of youth.
 Tonight, I touch Heaven's soul.  Eyes, - I am looking for your outlines.  I can't - I'm wandering without You,
 I don't know - come to your homeland.  I can't escape a sad, sad heart.
 I fight - with life and with death.  Without you, friend-
 how, how will I get to Kazakhstan ... Ehh.  Ehh.  Our dear, Kairat Duissen's Parman.

 Sublime, - cosmic poet.  And, - that God gave, that I am someone!
 So that I - with my heart, and ointment with my soul, on your heart and soul, I will attach - to my Panacea.
 Magic, cosmic treasure.  The elixir of life.  From the Source - from the mysterious core of light and empathy ...
 Grain, - I call - to bring you.  By astral beauty, to bestow You.
 From the middle of the middle, golden section.  The secret of the herald, to adorn you ...

 Samurai life.  Blinking - mathematical code, and blessings.
 Well, under the star cluster, like the famous Rumi, we dance.
 With a song, a verse from inside the poetic being.  I fantasize.  I want sadness,
 heart and soul, burning.  With the geometric ink of light vibrations, to export to You - irresistible,
 the most beautiful sonnets.  I keep - My prayer, for your cradle.  In silence, to adorn you -
 of infinite beauty.  From zero, the fountain of youth.  By light.

 Rays, eternal duration ... A song, a housekeeper, to keep you safe - snow and winter.
 From - evil words, and spells.  People, mine.  Man, - no, - he didn't die, he didn't die Kairat!  My song loves you, and it loves you.  The soul and the heart bless you ... They want to hide you - from viruses and pandemics. From disgusting and stupid death.
 Ooo Maestro, maestro ... You sparkle for us, - up high.  Poets don't die, brother.  I know, you're immortal.
 Like light, and sacred. You are eternal - our great poet, Dear, dear Kairat.

Author : Ruki Kočan