black_ronin
The Force is Strong With This One
I wanted post some thoughts I wrote down some days ago but while I was tipping the into the PC, listening to Richard Wagner's Götterdämmerung Siegrieds Funeral March (if you listen to it while reading the words, maybe you get the feeling http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a53s4jyCqqU&NR=1) these words were formed out of the original idea and it became a sot of poem like thing. If there are any grammatical or semantic mistakes I am open for any suggestions for improvement. I am sort of German.... I think.... 
So many years of doubts, discoveries, of desperate search, defeat, moments of inspiration and enlightenment. And now I reached the crossroad. Clear like the fountain spring that burst out in the holy mountains, the calling rings so hauntingly into my ear. DECIDE TO FIGHT or sit down in defeat. To face the terror or to hide inside the comfortable prison created by the petty thoughts of human reason. What brought me hear? What strangeness of my human soul? What undeciphered current flows of life have carried me hear to places I have never dared to think existed?
Who formed the path my life has chosen? Who layed these burning questions in my heart? Was there ever a possibility for decision? Can a man escape the forces of his destiny?
A careful look upon my life reveals to me a silent trace of hands, ruling mercilessly the unknown destiny of man, unexplainable forces of the universe, behind the curtain, guiding lives of living creatures. Forever silent, forever watching. Forces that make the brightest, stiff necked scientists and the most monstrous tyrants of the human world look like helpless little children.
The humble poet stands in awe with trembling knees in front of endless mysteries, infinite darkness. How small we are! How fragile! Who made us think that we matter? Who made us think that we are important? What made us think that we are more than just an ant, a tiny flower on the roadside, what made us think that we are more important than a grain of salt?
Cry tears of blood oh earth , oh mother. Cry tears and see your deformed, crippled children. Entangled in the web of arrogant illusions. The garments stained, the holy robes are plotted with the stinking dirt of greed, of perverse lust, cold are the hearts imprisoned in the emptiness of reason. Out of their temples sounds a shallow voice bewitching sleeping minds to follow jealous gods, bereft of beauty ,miracle, imprisoned in the matter of illusion, while hungry beasts of darkness ,watching silently their prey, saliva dropping from their shining teeth.
I strip myself of human thoughts, of paths that cycle threw the same old rotten land, where ugliness of routine and stares of dullness has become the landscape common to a soulless people. Oh death, my friend, afraid I was of you, but now I see that it is you who is my only true companion. A honorable guest you are to those that honour life and upright do they stand before you, in humble pride with shining eyes enlightened by memories of mysterious adventures. And while your golden dagger pierces deep into their chest their lips will rise in secret smile.
But fear and terror, panic will you bring to those who trample on the gift of life, to blind and arrogant to see the rope they put around their necks, their hearts to cold to hear the silent warning emanating threw the realms of the human mind. Stuck in the stinking, lukewarm mud of mediocrity you end their lives, their faces distorted, grey in silent desperation.
Move on, move on, I will as long as I'm alive, take heed oh children of the burning sun, new heights are calling, alluring far on the horizon. The fire burning bright enlightening all the corners of my heart, my strength, my weakness layed out in font of me, my light my darkness, I can see, embrace the pain, I jump into the darkest fear and she retreats, intimidated by the light of ruthless spirit. I laugh expose my teeth to faces of the deadly horror, I laugh the laugh of a warrior who stands alone circled by his enemies, a soldier who found passion in the fight, to fight the fight because the fight it is the only left solution. I trample on cowardly thoughts, on longings seeking for approval. Nothing to loose, a life in chains, it is no life at all, let lady death embrace me when I lay with deadly wounds upon the ground of the blood drenched battlefield. Her pale loins I will grab, and wild I'll answer deadly kisses, let passion flow, let fire burn and heat up boiling blood to fuel the last moment of my life.
Hold on, hold on,it is not over yet a glimpse of hope, a chance of freedom, a chance of piercing threw the veil, and diving boldly humble into the unknown into the endless mysteries, upon a journey of unspeakable adventure, threw places never seen by mortal eyes.
Empowered by the golden cup of endless knowledge of the ancient gods of glory, I am dancing free along the abyss, to the melody of life.
So many years of doubts, discoveries, of desperate search, defeat, moments of inspiration and enlightenment. And now I reached the crossroad. Clear like the fountain spring that burst out in the holy mountains, the calling rings so hauntingly into my ear. DECIDE TO FIGHT or sit down in defeat. To face the terror or to hide inside the comfortable prison created by the petty thoughts of human reason. What brought me hear? What strangeness of my human soul? What undeciphered current flows of life have carried me hear to places I have never dared to think existed?
Who formed the path my life has chosen? Who layed these burning questions in my heart? Was there ever a possibility for decision? Can a man escape the forces of his destiny?
A careful look upon my life reveals to me a silent trace of hands, ruling mercilessly the unknown destiny of man, unexplainable forces of the universe, behind the curtain, guiding lives of living creatures. Forever silent, forever watching. Forces that make the brightest, stiff necked scientists and the most monstrous tyrants of the human world look like helpless little children.
The humble poet stands in awe with trembling knees in front of endless mysteries, infinite darkness. How small we are! How fragile! Who made us think that we matter? Who made us think that we are important? What made us think that we are more than just an ant, a tiny flower on the roadside, what made us think that we are more important than a grain of salt?
Cry tears of blood oh earth , oh mother. Cry tears and see your deformed, crippled children. Entangled in the web of arrogant illusions. The garments stained, the holy robes are plotted with the stinking dirt of greed, of perverse lust, cold are the hearts imprisoned in the emptiness of reason. Out of their temples sounds a shallow voice bewitching sleeping minds to follow jealous gods, bereft of beauty ,miracle, imprisoned in the matter of illusion, while hungry beasts of darkness ,watching silently their prey, saliva dropping from their shining teeth.
I strip myself of human thoughts, of paths that cycle threw the same old rotten land, where ugliness of routine and stares of dullness has become the landscape common to a soulless people. Oh death, my friend, afraid I was of you, but now I see that it is you who is my only true companion. A honorable guest you are to those that honour life and upright do they stand before you, in humble pride with shining eyes enlightened by memories of mysterious adventures. And while your golden dagger pierces deep into their chest their lips will rise in secret smile.
But fear and terror, panic will you bring to those who trample on the gift of life, to blind and arrogant to see the rope they put around their necks, their hearts to cold to hear the silent warning emanating threw the realms of the human mind. Stuck in the stinking, lukewarm mud of mediocrity you end their lives, their faces distorted, grey in silent desperation.
Move on, move on, I will as long as I'm alive, take heed oh children of the burning sun, new heights are calling, alluring far on the horizon. The fire burning bright enlightening all the corners of my heart, my strength, my weakness layed out in font of me, my light my darkness, I can see, embrace the pain, I jump into the darkest fear and she retreats, intimidated by the light of ruthless spirit. I laugh expose my teeth to faces of the deadly horror, I laugh the laugh of a warrior who stands alone circled by his enemies, a soldier who found passion in the fight, to fight the fight because the fight it is the only left solution. I trample on cowardly thoughts, on longings seeking for approval. Nothing to loose, a life in chains, it is no life at all, let lady death embrace me when I lay with deadly wounds upon the ground of the blood drenched battlefield. Her pale loins I will grab, and wild I'll answer deadly kisses, let passion flow, let fire burn and heat up boiling blood to fuel the last moment of my life.
Hold on, hold on,it is not over yet a glimpse of hope, a chance of freedom, a chance of piercing threw the veil, and diving boldly humble into the unknown into the endless mysteries, upon a journey of unspeakable adventure, threw places never seen by mortal eyes.
Empowered by the golden cup of endless knowledge of the ancient gods of glory, I am dancing free along the abyss, to the melody of life.
