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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

RegretRegret

Regret holds me
Ties me down
Makes me hurt

Regret will stay
Nothing can be changed
It’s over

It hurts
Knowing what I could have done
But didn’t do

At the oddest times
It hits the hardest
Causing tears to fall

Pain tears at me
Squeezing my heart
Leaving me breathless

With the tears
Falling down my face
Hope comes

Hope from the Lord
Something I can’t describe
But something beautiful

I know I can’t change the past
Nor the future
Just the present

As I move forward
With this burden
I’m not alone

The Lord is here
He comforts me
He holds me

He leads me
Taking my hand
Bringing me along

I will always h

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

A guide to me.You knew me before I was born.
You watched be at birth.
You helped me in childhood.
And you watched me in youth.

You were there when I was right.
You were there when I was wrong.
You loved me all the same.
And you probably always will.

In my bright times you were here.
In my darkest times you were my closest ally.
In my joy you were joyful.
And in my sorrow you were a comforter.

You were there in my dreams.
You were there in my thoughts.
You were here in the day.
And you were here in the night.

My guide and comforter.
The one who warns me of danger.
The one who leads me in creativity.
And the one whom I have never met.

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tiny man made starsi wished
on christmas lights this evening
still
drooping from their wires
like dew dropping off a leaf
like bold blue stars draped
around the sycamore in the yard.

under the smokey violet sky
when no other stars can shine
or catch the wishes rising
in a swollen insence smoke
up to god
there's a constellation tangled in those trees.
lightning bugs wrapped in spider webs of wire.

i wished on them
from the back porch with the busted telescope,
and hoped they wouldn't sputter out
in the inky black
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TongueLike a two year old
tugging on the edge
of his mothers' best blue dress
every
day
I stumble over syllable stones
I cut every sound from the scratchy red qurry
into rough russet words. Drawing up
thick wads of phlegm and green
cigarette stink
while paving every phrase
into place on the long
pitted road.

but today, you
will crave apricots i
will be careful to crush them
between the niches in the teeth,
squelch them
into sudden sweetness
swell the mouth with the thick
sun colored juice
and push the pulp
down
slow.

Epiphany no. 21It is still there
from that night
you punched me in the eye
in the woods,
the ghost mist
tickling our skin
our skin like death
white marble birch branches
tangled over us.
Vines like tangled veins
crushed under us.

That night you tossed your head
full of bracken amber glow
you laughed,
you laughed
you moved the clouds.

And there is honey in the way
your tongue tasted the words
and woke the damp sweet air.

And there is honey in the way
i tumbled to the dewed uneven earth
my light crisscrossing yours
dissolved into my pores.

And there is only one light
every photo in the hall
or careless word on a bathroo

melting momentdown the nail-gnawed thread-bare staircase to the street.
where am i going which way do i turn?
to the end of the road,
to the lime streaked light smeared sun stained sky.
to the white steamy clouds that clump and curl space.

i lean into green quilted cushions and let you
draw me out like a thorn,
leeching all my bodies bad chemistry through your tounge.

the silence pouring in the open window is composed into notes,
our fingers are soundless instruments
our eyes hum hymns of gibberish.
night coils up the slack behind the day going down,
so soon we are under the moon just like everything else.

removing our shoes we are icecubes a

the river.Blue early light
coming through the window
persuing snow flurries sliding through the air,
too slippery to grasp they collect on the glass
in the corners where the frost has formed.
The wind dies down and they settle to the ground
one minute before my alarm clock rings
There are already bootprints in the snow on the driveway
the smell of exhaust from the road covered in gritty black ice.
the scent of bread rising from Lusitania bakery.
I grab the newspaper flipping to the obituaries
while slowly pouring coffee into a yellow cup.

under a tree of cherries. Holding you on a september night
the sweet dead smell of everything unwinds.
heavy cherries drip from their branches
breathing branches bow under the sky

The sky bends over everything like a holy dome.
and then all the space between the stars fills up with light.
and the stars too swollen to sing
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by ~Khrishna, Oct 22, 2005, 11:23:51 PM
Literature / Poetry / Spiritual / Free Verse

the last time i cracked my head on the coffe table
i was penniless and heartsick and my father stitched my broken bone himself.
the last time i was on a plane
i wore sunglasses,
i looked out the window,
i looked back.
the last time i kissed someone i was under star
s and piss ass drunk just like the last time
i watched Coffee and Cigarettes.

so now i'm putting myself under finger.
i'm smelling spiced amaretto'
i'm licking my cirarette
i'm living in a hole the size of my head
dancing in the kitchen.
not sleeping red eyed not eating looking at faces in the clouds.

in paintings an angel is a beautiful man with a halo and wings.
in real life your heart is torn out and you drop your coffee cup and quiver and
use your excuses to cover up the sun.

sometimes i bleed from the eyes like a statue of the mother
sometimes i stand on the street and wait for the rain or a ride
.

i've got no one coming for me.
sometimes i sleep
and sometimes i dance.

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jukebox had a baby.

~Larua2123 Nov 15, 2006

reading back over some of your work....

this one punches me in the face.

You know i'm not good with words. so i'll just punch you in the face next time i see you. jk.

but really.. sigh. there's a lot i could say, but how to say it? maybe i'll try to explain next time i see you.

Love you.

!forgivingmaiden Mar 31, 2006

i am...wondered.

*in paintings an angel is a beautiful man with a halo and wings.
in real life your heart is torn out and you drop your coffee cup and quiver and
use your excuses to cover up the sun.*

yes

~Khrishna Apr 3, 2006

why, that is wonderdul.

and thank you.

~xXdr0psXx Jan 14, 2006

very interesting. i like it

~Khrishna Jan 17, 2006

...it's like a nine of clubs. ...very much like this nine of clubs i just drew at random from a deck someone left on the desk. ...it's all the blanket.

~xXdr0psXx Jan 17, 2006

why a nine of clubs?

~Khrishna Jan 18, 2006

just what was on the top of the deck.

~Rockgenie Nov 23, 2005

Ah, you're such an old fashioned fellow with your way to paint the picture of the scene and mood. The current trend seems to be to use big words to describe emotions which I care nothing for. Thanks for the reminder of what good writing is done like.

Still enjoy your playing with words, so I wonder if you still enjoy playing with them.

~Khrishna Nov 30, 2005

words words

i can't abide by them at all,

can't stand their clumsyness i say. ...

i much prefer pictures but i can't draw you know.

still so tickled that someone seems to like my infrequent strings of things though.

~Larua2123 Nov 13, 2005

DANCING IN ThE KITCHEN..

ha. love it as usual my dear khris.

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