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Beloved earth - Geliebte ErdeBELOVED EARTH (ENGLISH VERSION)
From faraway worlds I came,
In love for this earth, in Love for the human beings,
I created a bond with the moon, the one who is most similar to me.
The companion in dark times, she sines bright for all dark souls,
like my heart for the earth...
I've seen a lot of suffering,
I have experienced much suffering,
and yet, after such a long time, I still see the beauty in this world,
see the beauty in people.
The creativity of them inspires me again and again,
they have ideas, dreams, wishes,
And need just a spark that gives them courage
that shines for them,
Who is there for them,
I want to give t
à baisser blanc la tête
que la pierre ouvre au ciel
jugement morne à l’aune
de tes enfouissements
morsure des batailles
tenir droit dans la roche
cassée d’air et de neige
à blanchir l’herbe de
partir vierge d’empreintes
poudrées à la va-vide
et ruminer l’hiver
à l’angle d’un cadavre
morgues batailles torves
vois le sel se dissoudre
dans un soleil
Frantz, mai 2013
UrbanThe broken paving stones provide a niche within an unforgiving world,
Tenacious weeds have multiplied around these narrow opportunities
these stringy plants are fitted for survival against the odds, each one
pitching its separate claim to life. Beneath the ruptured slabs, spindle
filaments of roots seek sustenance in gritty soil, dark and moist. in pockets
Too shallow for the ornate costumes of the pampered rose.
No horticultural art is practiced here, in this harsh universe
resources must be hoarded, so close to the void of the lifeless these survivors
grow. For them the season of flowering is brief:
A New Chapter.
Between worlds I stand,
But who am I, I do not understand,
With promises in my hand,
I only see them as concepts in the end.
From far I came,
And flesh I have became,
I was given a nickname,
And I was the one towards all of you aim,
Am I truly the one to blame?
We came to help you,
In what you should pursue,
To help you grew,
Towards what once you knew.
Limits, Codes and Matrix,
These are all but tricks,
And the new generations future, the skeptics predicts?
No wonder they are in mist.
You show compassion when we are near,
You create pain and fear when we are far,
Do you even care about the Planets scar?
Which you made with your selfish w
The WatchersDreary wanderings through the concaves of the mind,
Mission to save the ghost of Man
Holy vows to the unseen, unknown
Duties to God,
Soldier of the Way
To never be known,
That is our motto
We never sleep
We are the Watchers
Wild HostThe Dead live on in the bellowing winds
and the Wild Host descends upon my house
the Barrow-Wights released from slumber
with Woden at their head.
For dust calls up and the Blood demands an answer
in mighty circles nine Worlds spin,
so pausing with the Age of the Wolf
according to Holy Wisdom’s wiles.
Tilt your head and listen
as the Song of the Dead rings out
what frightens the young and draws out the bold
puts its masque on a thousand sounds.
The howling of the Varg,
the pounding of the Etin-drum,
the hring-ring timing of the Dwarven smithy,
and the sound of Heimdall’s horn
have all been cast into the Wind
and added to the Hym
Mantra of Ascension.
I was sent to Heal, Hear and Help,
I was sent to witness,
The most grandiose ascension in the whole Universe.
The process will last for a moment,
Everything will happen in the same moment,
There will be no delays,
Everyone will say:
- Healing Light,
You helps us Unity,
Filled with Colors of Life,
Help me Walk by your Side,
Let me Gaze in to your Eye,
Heal my Soul so I can Ascend high. -
This will be the mantra that everyone shall hear,
This will be the mantra that everyone shall share,
This will be the mantra that I will hear,
This will be the mantra that I will share,
This mantra shall be the one that All shall chant,
To help our Mother a
Can you tell me...Can you tell me why water is colorless?
Yet the oceans and lakes reflects the sky
The heavens cry when it rains
Why is the grass so green and perfect?
Yet the fields are golden brown and burn easily
Flowers dance and smile in the sunlight
When the moon rises it pulls the tide in
Stars of the universe tell about our history and future
Constellations that never change nor move
Making a wish on a shooting star
Can you hear the birds sing morning and night?
A baby’s first cry?
Can you count the sand on the shore?
The stars in the night sky?
Who made all the creatures big and small?
Names everything thing you see?
If you jump high enough
She lies beneath humanity's mortal understanding
Bending mortals into those who crave their every whim and desire.
Her whispers entail destruction by unconscious action to
Those who abuse her blessings. She considers them unworthy.
But there are those who seek her, not for personal pleasure but
For solidifying a philosophy they consider moral and true.
But will their words be put into action? She challenges all,
Whose actions firmly testify their beliefs.
A cruel temptress yet a benevolent giver, she tests all..
Centuries pass, yet those who were granted her blessings
Succumb to an even worse fate, only time will dictate
On who will
Stolen GuidanceThere for a second,
And then gone.
A dim light;
A thin thread;
Here and gone.
It's been taken
By those who wish
To lead me astray.
That which I look for;
That which keeps me afloat...
It is gone;
Taken away by grasping hands.
My guidance is gone,
Stranded on an open ocean.
Where do I turn?
Who do I trust?
What can I do?
When will it end...?
Why won't it just end...?
Left to rot in darkness
With no way out...
Has been taken from me.
If death knocked on my door todayIf death knocked on my door today
I would offer it tea and cookies.
If death knocked on my door tonight
I would allow it to sleep close to the light.
If death knocked on my doors at noon
I would tell it to get the cow
If death knocked on my door too soon
I would give it a spanking then a bow
If Death knocked on my doors right now
I would take its hand and go away
Not to return back to life
Letting death lead the way
Spirit coloursLivvy: *sings*
~the colour purple for the song,
the colour blue to bounce along,
the colour pink to show your care,
the colour red to style your hair,
the colour yellow for the fun,
the colour green to join someone,
the colour orange to have a fight,
the colour violet to show you're right,
the colour black to show you're bad,
the colour brown to show that you're sad,
the colour silver for a sign of hope,
the colour bronze to live and cope,
the colour copper to show your skill,
the colour gray to show you're ill,
the colour peach to show your love,
the colour cream to hide your blush,
the colour aqua for the love to swim,
of we go and far away
we dream ourselves airborne
feet leaving the solidity
of touched ground
the grass springing back gently
as our body floats upwards
eyes travel to new stars
nebulae bursting with colour
comets trailing sparkling debris
from both cold and warm hearts
that gracefully navigate
the entirety of solar systems
taking years in their slow travel
to come around and be seen again
stars fade away
the spaces between
becoming something more
the dreaming mind travels
further than before
where darkness is peace
with beauty hidden somewhere inside
Kozbi: Love is Always RightAs long as we're in love
it will be all right -
for love is always right;
it cannot be a sin.
What feels so good
cannot be bad.
I want you so,
God can't forbid.
God can't forbid,
for God is love,
and love his great command.
So let us love
beyond the rules
for rules don't count in love.
Oh fools to think
what you call love
is the same Love God is.
Oh fools to think
that lust is love
and feelings justify sin.
Oh fools to love
the created more,
above Him who created.
Oh fools you are
and say it is all right.
For true Love does not sin
or claim that wrong is right.
19-The MoonClose your eyes
let her sing you to sleep,
here the secret language speaks,
listen to your dreams,
they reveal your hidden self,
fears emerge to the surface,
doubts thought forgotten,
the mysteries of self unveil,
embrace the truth
to move forward in life.
She is your guide
through this dark landscape
where the unknown may become known,
a doorway between
and conscious mind,
symbols and clues
for you to decipher while you sleep
and in your waking they are your tools
to navigate your inner world.
Willkommen in der HolleWelcome to a world in which sin spreads like fire
Through a dry forest.
Longing for what you can or cannot have in life
Is nothing compared
To where such envy can lead you after Death.
For your words are so often your desires on the out skirts of your being.
But within the walls of ones mind,
Dwell the true concepts of ones soul.
Your vanity is your biggest compassion, which clouds your judgement,
Making you arrogant, causing you to become naive.
Others could care less of you than they do the excrement on the ground
Sie werden nie perfekt sein.
Sie werden niemals frei sein.
Nicht durch die Gesetze,
Of Poets and Murderous CastlesEchoes of laughter, echoes of screams,
'tis Demon and Man within this tomb it seems.
Yet the man is led not in temptation by the Devil,
For this man takes evil to a whole other level.
Even Hell watches in awe, at this, a masterpiece of sadistic proportions.
For within this place lies murder most foul, cloaked beneath endless distortions.
On the outside, one may see the average place of Rest.
However this is a tomb for bloodshed to infest.
One by one, the bones leave soundly, yet some remain.
Lest another victum take its walls in vain.
Such can not be justified, no matter the cause.
For in all its Darkened success, it has many flaw
A Twisted MindA totured soul, a twisted yet seemingly unbroken mind.
We hold this alike dear friend, it's how we're designed.
Come now, bring us the water of Eden, so that we may speak forever,
And tell each tale of all our endeavors.
Though I realize you've the worst of it, I may still learn from you.
Though we both walked different era's, your work shall never cease to outdo.
Every obstacle has made you wiser nonetheless ,
Though, willingly, not all your qualities I possess.
Our minds are mutual,as to what they've been subjected.
Ideals have been set aside for mysteries, and forethought.
So I await patiently for what you and others have to be T
To Decimate Idiocy...I love my God, and the life he has given to me...
However, bring a few things my mind out of which exit my lips.
My perspective, is only slightly biased by my desires of the world.
However, being human, I can only hope to speak of the abomanations,
Snatching my world from under the souls of my feet.
I speak of many things and many faults.
I speak of the basics that fall unto Pride and Ignorance.
I speak of the complex that falls unto Faith and Philosophy.
The modern society has brought people up
to believe that embracing hate, is embracing intelligence;
when in the long run, hate itself is a form of ignorance...
seldom do I find an
A Tale of a Texas Haunting."Where to begin...It was a late August in the Panhandle of Texas, 1934--The drought had begun its annual rugged rein upon the land, ending our crop season earlier than anticipated, putting my father of 46 on edge, being that that was his only way of makin' money. Being a family of five, me, my sisters, ma & pa, such a thing was far from tolerable. It meant hardly any food or water unless we moved else where, which we could barely afford...We had a lake near by, but the drought was to soon drain it dry by the middle of September." Henry Paulard explained as he attempted to lift a cool glass of water to his old chapped lips. Ted Limmel, a journ
Simplicity behind a Mask.A right hand man, and a jack of many trades,
Such a God given thing is more than just a thing.
It may make accusations, and it may pull a trigger.
It may push buttons and flick switches,
signal to others that I wish to have their attention
Such is the God given blessing my right hand.
These are my words of praise for such a gift,
Often underated, and taken for granted...
Though my words are seen as wise,
How does it make one feel...
knowing these words were about
my right index finger?
I chose to do this to you, the reader,
As a political statement, to show the technique of Leaders.
To show you that Simplicity behind a Mask,
The denunciation of atonement
Has begotten my abhorrence.
You know not what you do,
Because you willingly chose so.
Ignorance in the end,
Is most unbecoming of you.
May faith be your comfort
In longing for grace.
I, for some time,
Have watched your humility
Swinging dead from a tree
That is soon to reach the Heavens.
God forbid you pray when you need it the least.
His grace may reach you,
Should it find a worthy path.
It is the worthwhile
By which importance is judged.
At least by my wings
To the forsaken hearts of you all.
I, for some time,
Have watched your humility
Swinging dead from a tree
That is soon to reach the H
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