Freedom of speech

One

Freedom of speech-neither in law,
Nor in the regulations and articles,
It's about how it leaned on the roots,
How Mature on the bones.

Humble him! Go try it.
Swaddle the living sun?
Rise and thought krotonovoj.
And the truth is in God, the soul of the mother...

               And a good toast at the party.,
                And a drunken sigh:
                - Why?..
                And your" Freedom", Pushkin!
                And Chaadaeva string!

Freedom of speech – in every sound
And even in the dead ive,
Daring you to embrace.

Freedom of speech-that freedom,
When without any hitch
Anything we want to Express,
Spinning from the air language.

Does not freeze in sweet laziness,
But precise, and liberated,
Wielding, as in the arena,
Torero – sapgui and cloak.

               And will pull out from the affliction of evil,
                And to the sweet creeks of Love
                Conducts... That's freedom of speech!
                Here is the sail! Raised, and-swim!

                                        Two

                What is freedom of speech?
                Don't let the word freedom I,
                Put it in rhyme, again
                Rhythms of caning submission,
                Hypocritically declaring a favorite
                And balls of colored planets
                So juggling in the smoky sky,
                That the polar overflowed light!

                What is freedom of speech?
                You won't know from blue,
                So diligent, stupid.,
                So enthusiastically, you're lying,
                So used to the alleys
                Roll the mother,
                The congestion in the hollow space,
                If I don't tighten the song.

                What is freedom of speech?
                No one will ever know
                Because wasvery naughty,
                Under the bark of tired eyelids.
                Like a pregnant cow,
                Our pride swells,
                Everyone thinks that-the master of the word:
                Like you said, it will be here...

                                       Three

                Let the word be free
                To ride a goat in the meadows
                And feelings in favor of solar
                Shimmer in the bird's DIN;

                And over the drooping vine
                At the river, where the ferry is waiting,
                Suddenly misty tear
                Or cry in the rain,

                And again tenderness keep warm –
                So bright beyond the river view…
                Return the word to the heart, to the heart!
                Let him speak from the heart!


                1-2 January 2013.

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I just them and decided to share them with you.