The consequences of death
The Consequences of Death
There is something heavy in the air
An darkened aura around your shoulders
A smell of guilt in every breath
Suffering the fleshy consequences of death
Pulled down against to where you belong
A black mark in your heart,
Crawling with agony and filth
A distinct whisper - murderer
Freedom is beyond you
When sunlight shines upon you
You’ll watch in from inside your soulless prison cell,
that is your body.
The Consequences of Death
There is something heavy in the air
An darkened aura around your shoulders
A smell of guilt in every breath
Suffering the fleshy consequences of death
Pulled down against to where you belong
A black mark in your heart,
Crawling with agony and filth
A distinct whisper - murderer
Freedom is beyond you
When sunlight shines upon you
You’ll watch in from inside your soulless prison cell,
that is your body.
Snowflake
A little flake
A flake of snow
Appears before my eyes
So cold and oh so small
But enough to carry miracles
You melt softly in my hand
I caught a glimpse of your final present
The answer to the question raised is lost
Where did your present begin,
And why did it end in my hand?
En dikt jag skrev en gång efter att varit på en 7 timmar lång promenad i min ensamhet långt borta i ödemarken, och när jag gick där och funderade på allt och inget så kom det några flingor snö på annars nästan bar mark, och en snöflinga landade i min hand.
A little flake
A flake of snow
Appears before my eyes
So cold and oh so small
So cold and oh so small
But enough to carry miracles
You melt softly in my hand
You melt softly in my hand
I caught a glimpse of your final presence
The answer to the question raised is lost
Where did your presence begin,
And why did it end in my hand?
Världen är din
I RIDE ON MY MEANS OF TRANSPORTATION,
CREATED BY TREASURES;
I AM GOING WHEREVER I WANT TO GO,
AND I FILL THE TANK WITH COURAGE.
THE WILL OF MINE SHOWS ME THE WAY,
AND MY KNOWLEDGE HELPS ME TO FOLLOW IT.
MY MORAL ATTITUDE TOWARDS PEOPLE ON THE WAY
MAKES ME STRONGER
ON THE ROADS OF OPTIONS,
TOWARDS MY GOAL, FREEDOM!
I RIDE ON MY MEANS OF TRANSPORTATION,
CREATED BY TREASURES;
I AM GOING WHEREVER I WANT TO GO,
AND I FILL THE TANK WITH COURAGE.
THE WILL OF MINE SHOWS ME THE WAY,
AND MY KNOWLEDGE HELPS ME TO FOLLOW IT.
MY MORAL ATTITUDE TOWARDS PEOPLE ON THE WAY
MAKES ME STRONGER
ON THE ROADS OF OPTIONS,
TOWARDS MY GOAL, FREEDOM!
Tre dikter
Jag har under årens gång bara (konstigt nog) skrivit tre dikter/texter om denna person, och tänkte att jag lika gärna kunde publicera dem på samma gång. Jag tror inte ens att personen som dessa handlar om läst dem förut, men isåfall blir det väl ändring på det nu.
Den första dikten är på alviska, den andra är helt enkelt en vanlig dikt och den sista är mer en text, egentligen.
Den första dikten är på alviska, den andra är helt enkelt en vanlig dikt och den sista är mer en text, egentligen.
Gwadorad:
Gwador, eg glaur a fuin nîn,
Eg mellon vaerwain nîn, eg meleth nîn.
Penchen I aur ring, eg glawar nîn.
Em yireb a elfirin.
Meleth nîn chenad beleg a bell.
Gwador, eg ôl nîn.
Gwador, eg glaur a fuin nîn,
Eg mellon vaerwain nîn, eg meleth nîn.
Penchen I aur ring, eg glawar nîn.
Em yireb a elfirin.
Meleth nîn chenad beleg a bell.
Gwador, eg ôl nîn.
Admiration:
An essence that blinds me into my aspiring soul
So curious, wanting to know more
The beauteousness you posses is so plain
The feeling around you, so pragmatic
I have been told beauty is skin deep
No. I can sense yours with eyes sealed
But your spirit will never be mine
A freedom will never be captured
Love will wait for its return
My love story:
When I first saw you, I was bound to like you.
Never before had I seen such kindness in something so unknown.
You escaped from me, but the distance brought us closer.
I never told you my thoughts. I did not know you.
But all the feelings I had inside was whispered to you.
Never before had I seen such understanding for something unknown.
One day in July, away from everything else, our love bloomed.
Flowers blossomed, and so did you.
All the smiles we shed, where did they come from?
All the laughter’s, all the cries.
Are we destined to be?
The gift we share was never intended by us, but a higher source.
For all my life, my heart will belong to you.
And for all eternity, our lives will be lingered together,
For we share the same soul.
My wonderings
Den här dikten skrev jag till en vän som jag nog aldrig gett "enough credit", men han är nog den person jag kan säga allt till, och någon som jag verkligen uppskattar även om jag sällan visar det. Du vet vem du är. :)
So much strength, and so much emotions
I cannot help admire
I cannot help wonder
If your deep, dark eyes are your soul’s mirror
Then what is it that you’re hiding?
My questions will be unanswered
Until I learn the language of your heart
So much strength, and so much emotions
I cannot help admire
I cannot help wonder
If your deep, dark eyes are your soul's mirror
Then what is it that you're hiding?
My questions will be unanswered
Until I learn the language of your heart
