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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
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
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
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:
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
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
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
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
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
Wielding a desire to hit the fast lane
Is feisty, full of energy and always ready
Legendary as the ponysona who bears the mark of a blazing wheel
Daring, Dashing and Determined to make an impact
Fire in her eyes mean that she's ready to ride
Is in love with a musician with a voice that is tender as the gods
Reaches out to her friends and does it fast, quick and easy
Even now, she continues to blaze on… blaze like a Wildfire.
Happy Birthday Sibsy
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.
Chip's good night songgood night sleep well.I'll keep the nightmares away.
The midnight falls and rises as you rest.
I'll watch over you beyond the earth.
And greet you to a new day.
When the sun shines.
But until then sleep well and in peace.
For you'll never have to worry about the creatures of the night.
When I'm here.
Scenes from AfarI listen quietly as the over joyed clouds release their emotion onto the earth. Listening carefully i can make out different scenes. Joyful children taking part in their care free lives, the drizzles of rain falling to support their cause. Mourning poor souls loosing their loved ones, they picture gods weeping for the deaths they feel. Frightened and left for dead lies the stray flinching at every droplet closing in on it. A fiery flash of lightning and crackling sounds of thunder changes scenes. Children are now running home in fear, an army of rain droplets pelt the earth. Mourning souls now dwell into their deep sorrows hoping for the best
shadow livesA story to gather around. It tells the past, present and future. It shows the darkened child hood, the disturbed current life, and the hell that I'm headed. The cold past… The frozen hearts of people around. The empty stares, the impaling thoughts were oblivious. All the soulless bodies that floated on this earth. The horrors that lay next to me and the evils that followed.
In a happy life kids played with colorful toys and trinkets followed by a loving being who held them in their arms… In my life… I played with the bones of the diseased. I laughed with the children of demons who happened to be my disrupted mind. I went
Flowing through the cycle of life. Time holds no limit and will endure nothing. Living in the past while the grains of stained sand hits the bottom of the hourglass, while others are like watches stuck in the present. Every UN heard tick that passes by the second is another second gone to waste. Time… time… time… withering by the moment… time is passing, flowing quickly and time is Lost. Lost every moment you look away. Another second goes by unnoticed. It's a shame… Time is essential to life. The time I continue to hold on to so that I can tear down the totem pole of life. To be on the top, within the given time that is. That being said, I don't have much of it. Only a plot of the present escaping into the future is all I have. With this era that I hold I only search for one thing. The one who holds the orb of flowing time similar to me. I will clash theirs into mine to create endless amount of time for the both and only us. So we may live together in ti
A box with a lock.
A lock with a reason.
The reason to serve a purpose.
A purpose without reason.
What can be found emanating inside?
A secret meant to be locked away.
Locked away in a box?
A box with a needed key for that lock.
But where is that key!?
A space in my being needs to be fulfilled!
A hunger for curiosity!
Curiosity that kills the cat?
Or the hunger of curiosity that kills?
Am i going to die?
Because of Food that's locked?
Locked in the box with that wretched lock.
Where is that key?
Is there even a key?
A box with a lock but no key?
There is a problem here.
Insanity has overwhelmed.
Succumbed by a p
A Reason to LiveIf only she had the guts to actually do it, to just leap among the cold waves and sink in death among the fish. She breathed in the smell and taste of saltwater, and water sprays hit her face, neck, and chest. She shivered slightly in the breeze from the waves, but she wasn’t really bothered by the chill. What weighed on her mind was something much deeper than the weather.
A pang of apprehension penetrated her heart as she envisioned her body being plunged into the water and weighted down by the strong waves. She thought about what it would be like to gulp in mouthful after mouthful of water, choking and never feeling any relief, b
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