luni, 29 iunie 2009



I walk throughout a fuzzy mist,
I feel it crushing like a fist,
Invisible, powerful, strong,
Clenching with the strength of a throng.

But still, I walk – it lets me so,
Everywhere I can – I go.
It does not hold me back at all;
I do not feel it like a wall.

Yet all around me it exists,
Stalking from shadows like a beast.
Should I live always out in fear?
Should I forget it’s even here?

I wonder about it some days,
Bathing in warm and shiny rays:
No answer clear, no revelation,
No miracle, no realization.

I cannot touch it, yet I know:
Its there, soft – just like snow…
It’s all around me and inside,
I know – from it I cannot hide.

And if I strive a little more,
I almost feel its inner core,
In me, around me and beyond,
It’s nowhere it cannot be found.

I will embrace it, gladly – I’ll accept,
This strange and mystery concept:
That I - yesterday - will be,

As I was - tomorrow - me.

vineri, 26 iunie 2009

The Guard

The Guard

I’m in my post for near' an hour,
Sweat pours like rain beneath my armour,
This freaking planet’s so damn hot,
I feel like I was sent here only to rot.

The dusk sets in, shadows are growing,
I cannot see where am I going...
And tho’ the air is silent and so still,
The shades look like they’re moving for a kill.

Ah, well – I’ll just stay closer to the light,
No point to wander in the night.
I feel a sharp burn: „What the fu..!?!”
Out of impulse I start to duck.

My weapon drops heavy to the ground,
As pain spreads quickly trough my arm.
The time slows to a deadly stop,
As I foresee the horrid trap.

The world now darkens all around,
I cannot hear even a sound...
All I can see is but a milky glow,
It seems so funny... looks like snow.

The comprehension settles in,
This is a game I cannot win.
„This cannot happen now to me!”
I want to live, PLEASE let me be!”

But thoughts cannot become words,
As I have lost my vocal cords,
The cry for mercy and for help,
All now transforms into a yelp.

The demon left me, but comprehension grows:
I cannot breathe; fear grabs me in its claws!
All I can think of, all I cry:
Is but a thought: „I DON’T WANNA DIE!”

The Warrior

The Warrior

The heavy heat of day diminish and it fades,
The slope of dunes are filling fast with shades,
The dusk sets in and stars are spawning in the sky,
As I prepare my soul for the upcoming battle...
...either to live ... or die.

I feel at peace... of death I do not feel afraid,
As all my living debts are fully paid.
Yet, one flaming desire is burning in my heart,
To excite vengeance on our enemies...
... to tear them now apart.

The years of slavery, of pain and of opression,
Both bledeed and fortified our fremen nation.
The time has come for us to take the lead,
To bring death and destruction to our tyrants...
... our souls to feed.

I scan the nearby camp and I recheck my knife,
My trusted blade, the tooth of God and guardian of life.
Its milky glow will soon bring terror to our foe,
As they will know their spark of life out of this world...
... will quickly go.

A chilling owl call shouts deeply in the night:
It is the sign to start the fight.
I move silently from shade to shade,
As now the owl call begins to fade.

I meet a guard patrolling near a tower,
Wielding a laser... he looks so certain of his power.
A fluid blur of thrusts and jabs to neck and hand,
And he falls silent in the sand.

I feel around me the death specter as it spreads,
Its blades severing our foe’ life-line threads.
The death commando moves violent, like a tempest,
Cleansing the land of the harkonnen pest.

And now... besides the wind, there is no sound,
Only dark bodies lie still upon the ground.
No storm, but thunder booms into the night: