Destroy your cage in own wakeAnd grow inside you what it takeTo shape your heart and mind in one,To dive in self, to dive for fun.Awaken now, awaken, sleeper!There is still time before your reaperWill take you out of this life …Just throw away your fears, dive!If own fire will be litAnd on the paper it will feed,And for this guide in dire need …Than it is yours - and so be it.
24.05.2009
Flaming Blade
I have been given flaming bladeTo pierce night and fight with shade,And it is glowing with that fireThe source of which is my desire.It has seen war, it knows of peace,It chopped heads, it burned grease,And it executed swift death,For some it's curse, for others bless.It has severed diseased limbs,It has exposed others’ sins,It was a torch for ones in dark,Cut out exit to those stuck.It settled disputes in the world,It used to touch the right heart's chord,Its clang alone can make heart brave,And it is lost for those who rave.It is engulfed in the flameAnd thus can make its wielder lame,It brings uncommon sort of fameWhich clears heart and grants no shame.Yes, I can feel its heat in hands …This blade has traveled many landsAnd many battles it has seen,Those armed with it destined to win.It's a reflection of a Word,Which always touches rightist chordAnd purifies its victim's heart …Eternal justice, friend and guard.
03.12.2009
Heart
When one is set in own pathHe will escape all crowd's mass,And will be ready for the fightWith own demons of the blight.He will prevail after all,But pay a costly, dire toll,That toll will be his former life …He shall destroy it in the strife.The flame of heart may break one's night,The flame of heart destroys the blight,The flame of heart is endless fire,The flame of heart is your desire.My word is blade and song is shield,And I'm still fighting on the fieldIn some eternal, endless war …That fight is fierce - but what for?I cannot flee, I cannot run,My armor glistens under sun,And blood now feeds the earth below …I am, like others, one in row.My throat is dry, my thoughts all spin,And hope to end the fight is thin,It won't extinguish by itself -For I am fighting with myself.My mind is helmet for the head,My heart is armor in the red,And as the drops of blood now burnThat heart is ready for its turn.My heart is afire, engulfed in flame,My heart is afire - and yet just the same,My heart is afire wherever I go,My heart is afire - and let it be so.
10.05.2009
Man Of Many Names
I don't know why I feel I amOnce lived through all of this - and thenI have forgotten who I was,Who were my friends, who were my foes,How I was called, and how I died …This feeling does constantly bite,But still my memory is mist …It's like I start with empty list.And yet some sparks of former lifeFeel very old the time I diveInto reflection of myself -And this makes squeeze my soul nerve.I feel I once had many names …Are these but dreams, just madness games?I might have gone completely mad,But these feelings long have bred.I worn them all, they were like clothesFor man with many names I wasAnd many faces I once had …I am, no doubt, truly mad.How one can live the endless lifeAnd pass through death … and still survive?And still in times remember thatAnother own name he had?They are all mine, I once were them,All these persons in the pram,Like were-man I always shift …Is it a curse, is it a gift?Is there is one beyond them allThat is my only truly goal,The one, who never had the name,The Nameless One … are we the same?I will remember once them allFor this is only worthy goal …The time will come, I'll pass through flamesTo be the Man Of Many Names.
04.05.2008
Phoenix
It is the dream of my origin,For in the dreams I am still virgin,And still I'm fighting with my sleep,But hesitate - that's why I weep.My worthless dreams I must deny,But still afraid to make the try,For who am I now to decideWhat dream is wrong, what dream is right?My purest dream is that of bird -It is the symbol of the worldWhich always change and born anew,This bird I am, like it I flew.For like a phoenix I reborn …My wings may melt, my wings may worn,But I'm constantly born anew,I'm many-faced in others view.I am restored in the fire,The fire's cold, that fire's dire,It forges one's wings to make him flyer …It is a grand sight to admire.From former ego it deprives,And, as its victim slowly dies,His flesh begins to grow anew …And still survivors are so few.I'm passing through this coldest hell,My burning skin is all I smell,My former past will once unfold …It is a strange sight to behold.For I am one without name,I've lost my past, rejected fame,The Earth will never be my home …I will be free the time I'm gone.All other worlds awaiting me …I will awake, I shall break free,Inside myself I'm searching deeper -Such is the fate of the Unsleeper.No one can help me on my path,I'm always self, I'm never "us",Through divine hell I'm passing byTo forge the wings for final flight.