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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,
directing them.
I want to give t

Morteguerre

à baisser blanc la tête
que la pierre ouvre au ciel
jugement morne à l’aune
de tes enfouissements

morsure des batailles
mortes

tenir droit dans la roche
cassée d’air et de neige
à blanchir l’herbe de
tes os
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
stupide

Frantz, mai 2013

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

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

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
Silent heroes
Always vigilant,
We never sleep

We are the Watchers

PowerPower

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,
the colo

Awayaway
away
away
away
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

away
away
away
away
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

away
away
away
away
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

away
away
away
aw

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

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,
uncertainty brims,
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
the subconscious
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.

W.I.L.D.F.I.R.EW.I.L.D.F.I.R.E

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

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
Di

PerfectionPerfection is the second before the flower wilts

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Jesus Christ

by ~RandomGoth, Mar 2, 2005, 1:59:52 AM
Literature / Poetry / Spiritual / Free Verse

A/N A certain amount of artistic licence went into this and I am aware that Jesus' bones were not actually broken.
Yours in randomness!
RandomGoth
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Jesus Christ
He died for me
He died to set me free
His blood, his bones
Broken and spilt
All to save me
Jesus Christ
Sneered at and scorned at
His sacred love saves me
His courage aids me
Crushed and alone
His death sets me free
Jesus Christ
My lord and saviour
Lamb of god
His blood freely given
His love sets me free
Sets me free from my sin.

Jesus Christby ~RandomGoth

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