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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
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:
                             
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
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
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
Stolen GuidanceThere for a second,
And then gone.
A dim light;
A thin thread;
Here and gone.

It's disappeared;
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...?

Lost;
Adrift;
Spanning nothingness.
Left to rot in darkness
With no way out...

For guidance...
Has been taken from me.
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
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
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.
I Pray Thee, LordI pray Thee, Lord of redemption
Plead, doth I, of forgiveness for sins
That I may then find the same in myself
And that I may forgive others their transgressions
And I doth protest the cycle to perpetuate

I pray Thee, Lord of faith
That I may never be swayed from Thy truth
For that my faith doth remain stable
And then so I may lead others to You
And I doth protest the cycle to perpetuate

I pray Thee, Lord of hope
For Your light to shine upon me
That I may spread it unto others
And for them to feel your grace
And I doth protest the cycle to perpetuate

I pray Thee, Lord of wisdom
That I may do what is right in Your eyes
For so I may help oth
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
to disobey
and say it is all right.

For true Love does not sin
or claim that wrong is right.
SidestepI never wanted to cheat
The one who gave me
Such clarity and introspect,
A rare and robust generosity.

How often do we turn the tables,
When all we really want is trust?
Forgiveness, acceptance, reliance,
With no sense of apathy.

A rush to judgment
And a time to recompense;
All that mattered is that you were here
To compensate for that which was lost.

I have to wonder
If the winds obeyed my command
Or else the two of us
Were always on the same wavelength?

A future lost and ensnared
By time’s wit and glaring repose.
Fear not the subtleties of its grimace;
It is only in the snatches and the throes

Of a lost atmosphere,
A forgotten ci
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underfoot, winding his groove around the tap of my soles.
We bend and curl home together
I with an eye
for the dark tree corners and parking lot lumps.

I have balloons under my skin for you.

We brush between the leaves,
and I lift my hands.
My eyes are black just so, and the road
is baked, tonight. He's pale in lamplight,
stargazing.

I hung a smile from my eyes for you. It left pinholes
and a clean, bare spot.

Everything is shorter. The stars are slouching.
The buildings chat lazily from their steps.
There are men with parties
at intervals on the sidewalk.
Their beers and th
In Your ImageI walked to your tent under the noon sun,
wearing all my beauty. I walked
with a certain sway, a certain dance
of the hips and the smile,
the dance that brought you sniffing to my side in the evening.
I was proud and dark.
I was a tilt of the head, a throatful of laughter
and then some. You could not watch long enough.

You were a longing--
fierce, at least, in that. I was full, I was creation
giving birth to myself in every moment,
and if you could spare me a vessel,
a space, only as big as a rib,
I would be your backbone forever.
I was all of me, and nothing less,
and I walked to your tent under the noon sun
to bring my b
Channeling F Scott Fitzgerald
I am so ready for the 20's to be over
I have been roaring until my head hurts.
I am winter
    with spring on my arm
    giggling in my ear
    leaving laughter and blonde hairs on my suit;
laughter
that looks like blood
under the streetlight.

She is such a graceful sprig of death--
    She will never grow up, only
         die some day-- a fluke--
we are the same age but I have become
so old,
    even though I am still strong in my trousers
    even though there is room on my arms for
         four women!

I have only two ears, though;
    one is ringing with spring,
    the other hears nothing:
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She has callouses
four
feet
deep.
Somewhere around her middle
they end
abruptly.
He plants his vineyard carefully
and lays his grapes in wait.

Shrapnel is a danger.
She comes down.

She has angry feet.
She has bare knees
He has been up them before.

He has been flow, he knows her limbs
blow
by
blow.
Lordy, how he splashes.

He likes the look
He likes the stain, the seeds flung
up.
He plants his vineyard carefully,
and she comes down.

She has righteousness between her toes,
Wrath
splashed
across her breast.
He paints the Maenads in the corner.
He knows

frenzy.

She has no stomach for wine.
Now And Again
Just once every
again I would like to
do something
         brilliant
I would like to
stand on my head and walk sideways across
forever
          until you gasp and we are
transformed
       fixed in the heavens with the bears.

This is what we call getting to the root
or going
for the jugular
or     leaving no stone
unturned especially not
the ones we are standing on.

You weren't in when I stopped by
         you were underwater
but I left a note to say
         I stopped by
I love you, and I am

here.
On Meeting Doug, And Then Some
Someone around here gardens at knifepoint,
this soil is a
hotbed these leaves
are steaming; someone around here
plants subversive daffodils,
martyrs living piercing lives
all straight sides and soft thighs couched
on improbable patios of autumn
leftover

I saw an old friend looking sharp
Wearing yellow and together hair
He pops up sometimes between seasons
and we
ruminate

He's my favorite razor, breathless glowing,
I went stairways to the daffodils with a
smile, touching new skin,
He keeps his hands in the air and I am so disarmed

I trip on stubborn blooms.
They will die gloriously
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Lepers

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I think you should know, at least,
about the lepers.
Only one of them came back. It might be
a story about ungratefulness, or miracles
or the real meaning of 'whole'—
Luke didn't say. I wonder also
if my Lord lay awake, nights,
wondering if the other nine made it
to the priests, and what they said there.
I promise:
when I get to the other side,
I'll send a postcard.
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If I get to the other side.

Dear zebrazebrazebra: If you're ever wondering if you've changed a life, the answer is "yes," and "hurray!" <3
This poem is a year old-ish, from when Zebra^3 came back.
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^neurotype Oct 2, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Came back to what?

I just read the bit in the New Testament (Luke 17:11-19, right?) and it's an interesting passage. Kind of confusing because they all got healed too...the spiritual aspect is intriguing. I'll have to return to this again. :B
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~completeaccident Oct 5, 2012
You know, this has been up for a long time. It's embarrassing to realize that it IS from Luke, and I referred to John. Yes, that's the passage. :)
Only one of the lepers came back to Christ to acknowledge the miracle. The others... just kept going.
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^neurotype Oct 12, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Yeah, I read. :O
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~completeaccident Oct 14, 2012
OH! Did you mean when 3Zebra came back to what? When she came back to start posting on DA again.
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^neurotype Oct 14, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
No, you got it the first time ;p
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*williamfdevault Aug 29, 2011  Professional Writer
Powerful. articulate. Good work. :blackrose:
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~completeaccident Sep 2, 2011
Thank you. :heart:
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~rober2 Aug 12, 2011  Professional Writer
I believe in fuck all except maybe this poem, because, well, it is brilliant, and teaches people (and I am people) humility, and not to be too awed.

At least
I think that is what this does.
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Mood: Adoration ~completeaccident Aug 13, 2011
I hope I hope that it does that. Well said: humility and not to be too awed is a lovely, lovely pair.
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~kingchief Jul 29, 2011
And with this i say a welcome back to DA to you too. Lovely poem. Gave me much to think about. I hope this is not going to be the only entry for another 27 weeks.
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