My first poem after 35–40 years of abstinence APR 7, 2023
In light of the new events, it is only appropriate to post this poem…it is a bit different, we are not worshipping unnecessary deaths or perpetual wars our mission here is to bring back the true archetype of MAN and WOMAN.
Have you ever run into arms of the misfortune, just to be a man again?
Have you ever jumped into a sea of other men just to protect your brother?
Have you ever run into certain death, no matter what happens?
Have you ever been so alive?
Death riding the shotgun, angels falling around you, screaming in agony…
Your blood mixed with the blood of other men
before your eyes, total chaos rains,
spears filled with names of those that will be struct at any moment
agony, ecstasy, a morbid picture that no man should see
but yet you will never be so alive
I never pray, but on this momentous day I don’t pray for myself
I pray for my brothers, I pray for every man if this is the last day on this cursed Earth
when death comes knocking let it be a swift, good death
Death that will last thousand years, that will last a thousand stories
A death that will mean something even to you, future brother, sister
Even after thousands of years have passed and we, great warriors,
who gave everything that they have, on this momentous day we will be just a memory
memory washed in the haze of long battle when men decided to be men again
On the day when Sun and Moon came together when even Earth wept
remember us, remember what we have done, remember our sacrifice
remember us when you find yourself on the battlefield
When under the roaring sky, legs turn to lead, and bravery has forsaken you
When the sky turns black when the air will fill itself with the heaviness that is almost unbearable, remember us and set yourself free
Because in that holy moment, you will be finally free
You will be finally MAN
Hunted, cursed, loved, hated
But finally MAN
At that moment you will see what has been taken away from you
What you have lost
But lost can be found, bravery can be regained, and fear…
Fear, fear in that moment, doesn’t mean a thing anymore
Fear can go and f himself
Because you are men, not cowards and destiny calls
I pitty a War party that trembles in fear
For those that are shackled by the arms of fear,
there will be just one
destiny, a destiny that awaits lesser men
It is nothing for you, you are not that man.
You are a holy warrior, charging into unknown
chasing your manhood, to live again
Death or life doesn’t mean a thing
Only what matters, to be a man again.
To love with a full heart, to breathe a full life with lungs
that experienced a loving embrace of freedom
, embrace that only truly free man knows.
We were warriors once, now the time has come again
Can you feel it?
I curse the cowards of this world I curse our enemies
But I will be generous I will send you a smile, my enemy
so when we meet
You will know the name and you will recognize the smile
on that day You will know death, you will know me
Yeah, I love guitars, what can you do…
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This is a new old song, it has been changed…properly rearranged
don’t feel estranged
Words that do harm
worlds that are farmed
universe set on hasty alarm
humans mesh, disposable flesh soon to be disarmed
Devils eat his own, he is never dancing alone
sometimes slow, sometimes low
sometimes above, sometimes below
broken mirrors shattered dreams
the plausible sum of all fears
reality disappears, all fall on deaf ears
Violence is the breadwinner of silence
Fear is lost, ordinary and unpleasant ghost
Summer wind lets me enjoy this win
all looks, so dim, maybe even Grimm?
Maybe… enjoy the sin
Love from above
hate from below
You must know
or just let it go
Get by, escape the carnal suicide
Surf the rising tide, even without the presence of white Bride
Lamentation of souls, repercussions without goals
Are you scared, are you not prepared?
Has night come too soon
Have you seen the Moon?
Death sleeps in the artificial womb
Near the doorstep, a blind owl howls
small God is on the prowl
God a fallen unborn, haunted, lazy Dog
just another ordinary city snob?
The one that obeys the law
other swims in unhinged, puritans Love
The night is wet, soon midnight will be death
a present to the Seth
no regrets, no cheap bets
No doubts, no Bon Voyages
Rock of Ages
Looking for new Sages
new wages, new mental cages
A new twist, New Franz List
Eyes without a face don’t, don’t bow down in disgrace
Rise of will, the cheapness of the thrill
There is a world outside, ready to kill
use your will
to spill, to feel
The system has to listen
The system has to know, one punch is one action born too low
he must go, like an empty voice lost in the first row
Choices, rain of million voices
Rain in dismay, somebody has to pray
Thunder left asunder
Clouds with no sound
A lover without the golden gun
Where is the promise of eternal Fun?
Broken sky, signs of illusionary lullaby
Frozen winds, empty-headed twins
Voices are calling, maybe the sky is falling?
One more time, all is fine
All is alright, lonesome bullet in my sight
Black articulated dove and white playful cat
Twisted Laughter and Albatros that is mad
Everything is sometimes sad
many golden moments are not that bad
Outer rim took the swimm, comfortably numb
Kingdom for an Unce of Fun…
Half-naked towns, places without the true crown
Broken shining bones and human fallen cones
15 minutes “free zones”
Guardians of light, think twice
before you roll this black dice
is this worth a one juicy slice
Manhood dies in endless vice
Is this love, my midnight white dove?
The world is “spinning”, is all this just another beginning?
Tell me who is winning?
tell me who is singing?
Autotune made without a perfect rune?
If beds are burning, who is turning,
This crazed world?
Where is your Lord?
find that sword…
Practice what you preach don’t be a leech
has been madness left alone?
Where is the Sonne?
what has been found?
Who has been crowned?
King lost and without the rightful throne
ALL minds wet to the bone
Brains left outside, to freeze to death
Game, set, match?
Another evolutionary catch?
Catch 22, will this explanation, do?
Cradle of Love, straight punch from above
unblemished Love, here or forgone
Something must be done
before all this beauty is gone…
Before the world goes bad
Rotten apple, another wasted, morbid debacle
before Mad Hatter becomes a new dad
The white rabbit is just an old habit
The black wolf is screaming for lost love
Before reality is finally gone
circus has left the town, life unexplainably went south
rock stuck in people’s mouths, creating drought
The game of forgettable kings and tired pawns
will be decided without the use of guns
Where is the fun? In that,
can we not get just a little bit mad?
Calling for a broken mother, looking for an irritated father
white letter on the table, exit out of this crazed fable?
Which way to go when the truth is covered in red-white snow?
Ready or not you must go…
high and low
Sacred Flow or eat crow?
Slow-moving East and sunny accelerated West
To be, or not to be like the Rest?
, to taste the sweet conquest
Synchronicity, audacity, policy of truth
Saint Hiden in the Root, or naked, labeled tooth?
Strange love, stranger than fiction
looking for clean, swift eviction
immaculate diction obstructed fiction
Black Friday, another empty and helpless Mayday
Another day before the last Sunday?
Where this road ends, and how all blends?
Where is the message that has been sent?
All this trouble for one lousy, imaginary paper cent?
The world is gone mad, there is a mountain of Green Honey to be had
Are you not glad?
are you not a little bit sad?
What is the casual feeling, did you hit the ceiling…
have you touched the last wall, curtains call
Are you willing, to end up on the street kneeling
The world in your eyes suddenly dies
somewhere, somebody painfully cries
Empire of comfortable lies, signs
Ministry of Truth is the association of loot
Kill this sick, debased debut
Applause born without rotten cause
without certain reason just because
the fragile thing lost in dent mist
Is love allowed, is hate approved
Is the human conscience eternally moved?
Do you feel loved…
What have you done?
Stop now, before this world is gone
suspended in the dark, torturers of the sacred arc
Do you wear the mark?
Strange smell, piercing voice of the crying dark bell
the triviality of Flesh and dancing, dangling bone
can all this be left finally alone?
Now, after this song ends, love in you completely transcends
are you ready to go, and never be alone,
are you willing to see your true friend
do you want to know where he went
don’t presume, don’t lament
Enjoy the final event
transcend, outshine the imaginary divide
Gods of old are on your side.
Love in you is a gift from the radiant White Bride
this gift will never leave your side
even if you try to hide, it…
Remember true Polar Star
is not that,
I will publish this, maybe I should write more, but I have obligations that must be attended to…If there are mistakes, my apologies…
As Jack said in his last podcast it is really hot here…it is really hard to concentrate and juggle the rest of the daily let’s call them “chores”(work)…
Maybe I will be gone for one or two days, so if I don’t respond to comments, I am not being rude, but in a place where are now WIFI signal obtainable.
Trust me I am not crazy about going outside or traveling under this weather.
Will see maybe I will stay…and wait for better signs in the sky.
I hope you like this “expose”, and as usual All the Best my beautiful friends.