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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

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:

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

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

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

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

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.

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.

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Wisdom and LibertyThere were two sisters, in ages long past,
Two beautiful sisters walked side by side:
Elder Wisdom, the younger Liberty,
Nothing could part them from one another,
As they walked forth together, hand in hand.
They met many travelers on the road,
They held out their hands to all those in need,
And none who followed them were forsaken,
All who accepted their ways found new life.
Good Wisdom, she lifted up their faces
And showed their eyes the path of righteousness
That led, in truth, to their glorious home;
Kind Liberty, she healed the sore wounds
That tormented their hands and weary feet.
For many years, these gentle two were one,

To Catch a TrainYou hear the whistle – your heart skips,
Will you finally make it today?
A thunderous rumble, long way off,
Quickens your hammering pulse.
You see the sun flashing on its sides,
Its long body snaking toward you,
And you wonder if this is it,
If your time has finally come.
So many times you've tried,
Yet always it eludes you;
But, you say, today will be different,
Today I'll be on my way.

So you try it one more time,
You run to catch that train,
Race against your fear, but no –
Uncaring world, it passes you by,
So once again, you're left behind.

Sighing, you turn your back,
Thinking, Will it never end?
Will I neve

The Dragon's Dying FireIn a desert wasteland, under blaring sun,
A mighty dragon lifts his head,
His hackles raised, he turns to see
The dark doors open, shadows unveiled.
A figure steps into the glare,
One long sought for, and yet his
Eyes glow with a strange fire, his
Voice full of mocking hatred.
The dragon stands, teeth bared for combat,
Ignoring the torturous ache inside, for
His time is short, his fire fading fast,
As he closes in, no stopping him
Now, bent on having no regrets,
His fate already written
By the searing blaze within.
His enemy sneers, accepts his challenge,
Knowing the dragon's end is near,
Yet unprepared for what awaits, as
T

Little Fire-BirdLittle fire-bird, how swiftly you rise,
And merrily you streak across the skies.
Little fire-bird that none can tether,
Take pride and joy in your scarlet feathers.
Little fire-bird, the world stops, entranced,
When in your bronze eye does bright laughter dance.
Little fire-bird, you outshine the sun
When you play merry games, spellbinding fun.
Little fire-bird, unburdened by shame,
Smiles break free at the sound of your name.
Little fire-bird, cheerfully you sing,
While in you dwells the spirit of a king.
Little fire-bird, think not as a fool,
For over the hearts of many you rule.
Little fire-bird, sweeter than the dove,
So ma

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Worship Poem

by ~GodRules311, Mar 1, 2013, 7:07:35 PM
Literature / Poetry / Spiritual / Free Verse

They lift up their hands,
Does the Dove lift His wings?
They lift up their voices,
Do their hearts really sing?
Do they worship the King?

O, that You were here with us!
You are here, I know;
You watch them, every moment,
As they put on their show.
Is it real? Lord, You know.

Why do I question, you ask?
Who am I to say
That what they do is not true?
Do they obey
The Truth, the Life, the Way?

Not my word, but Yours, Lord,
Do they ever ignore;
Will they be this way forever,
Never know you more?
Are you knocking at the door?

Lord, I cannot know their stories,
More than I can count,
All I can do is worship You
For fixing me on Your mount,
Drink from the everlasting fount.

Worship Poemby ~GodRules311

Literature / Poetry / Spiritual / Free Verse

I wrote this after holding a private worship service in my room one Sunday when I couldn't get a ride to church. It seems like so many worship services are based on emotions and "feeling spiritual" and putting on a good show, rather than actually submitting to the Holy Spirit. That isn't really worshiping - it's just emotionalism. So I wrote this poem so people who read it can know the difference.

Note: I had posted this poem before, but I tool it down when I sent it to the World Poetry Movement. Looks like that was a scam, so I'm putting it back up in case my work was stolen.

~BalunStormhands Mar 1, 2013

Yes, there is a huge difference between emotionalism and the still, small voice of the Spirit. You are very wise to see that.

~GodRules311 Mar 1, 2013

Thanks

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