tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22400686061681474792024-02-08T08:23:11.211+02:00Wings of the FutureLucian Banhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14998912499553456629noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240068606168147479.post-61983676821350469052010-10-31T22:21:00.001+02:002010-10-31T22:25:52.387+02:00I, tree<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgRDE-O9E1Z_FMBZra7crdub09HSTpMy8d8emPc5N43wzJiQ9KGqb0CvEJXqu8q6iKL27CCd00usztdaAZttt-gAa7QD8sMUfxtRKsHyQ-VL6cWQhIMZWOEr1ie-Ftr7Ege_yowAnz_rtY/s1600/I,+tree.jpg"><span style="color:#99ff99;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534308414761868226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgRDE-O9E1Z_FMBZra7crdub09HSTpMy8d8emPc5N43wzJiQ9KGqb0CvEJXqu8q6iKL27CCd00usztdaAZttt-gAa7QD8sMUfxtRKsHyQ-VL6cWQhIMZWOEr1ie-Ftr7Ege_yowAnz_rtY/s320/I,+tree.jpg" /></span></a><span style="color:#99ff99;"> </span><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><u></u></span></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#99ff99;"><u>I, tree<br /><br /></u>Anchor in the earth<br />Always reaching to the sky<br />I revel in life</span></span></span></strong></div>Lucian Banhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14998912499553456629noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240068606168147479.post-38051790629765791542010-10-29T01:36:00.011+03:002010-10-29T02:58:04.530+03:00Silent Cries<p align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nsjGlKMcEQk?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nsjGlKMcEQk?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong><u>Silent Cries<br /></u></strong><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>What good a drop into an ocean?<br />What good a leaf into the wood?<br />Devoid of love and of emotion,<br />Why’s wrong if we misunderstood?<br /><br />Our mother whispers muted cries<br />Of agony and of despair.<br />But we hear nothing - cozy lies;<br />Further our future we impair.<br /><br />How hope and nature slowly dies,<br />Destroying likewise earth and sea -<br />Blind if we are to its demise,<br />Ignoring it - that we shall see!<br /><br />Don’t be just one amongst the slaves<br />Of comfort - while our nature freeze.<br />If you’re a drop now, think of waves!<br />If you’re a leaf, just think of trees!</strong> </span></span></p>Lucian Banhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14998912499553456629noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240068606168147479.post-92017908464924993692010-10-26T15:06:00.003+03:002010-10-26T17:14:38.835+03:00The Abomination<div align="justify"><strong><u></u></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2NH08wN-N6IjUciyZX2qTFJUoEmoc_cs3BIGV_bkBL_RNtu3HoMjDf8eYCGZ-0dDfz72nfVVKvoUXZcvgCs1WTxGIjp2sJk3vKulEjtl3BtqaYTW43iGnw7U5D8qpcE8eRQOCk4rjmYGs/s1600/ooze.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532325460032909010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2NH08wN-N6IjUciyZX2qTFJUoEmoc_cs3BIGV_bkBL_RNtu3HoMjDf8eYCGZ-0dDfz72nfVVKvoUXZcvgCs1WTxGIjp2sJk3vKulEjtl3BtqaYTW43iGnw7U5D8qpcE8eRQOCk4rjmYGs/s320/ooze.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><u>The Abomination<br /></div></u></strong><br />I was lost. <br />The obviously artificial habitat offered no clue to its intricate design - if it had a function, it sure wasn't one self explanatory. And to make things worse, it was infested with those abominable alien creatures. <br /><br />It was not right - ever since they came to our planet, strange giant dwellings, just like the one I was now into, appeared everywhere on the surface. And they were swarming around their lairs in all shapes and sizes - even the seas were a thriving environment for them. <br /><br />Although I knew my purpose here, there was no way I could clear my mind of the dangers that lay ahead. I had to learn as much information as I could about these terrific beings. The only thing I hoped was to be fast and stealthy enough not to be caught. Apparently each time we were trying to approach one of their newly emerged hives, they somehow knew we were coming and gathered to wipe out our observers. As the rest died horribly, crushed on our approach, I was one of the lucky ones who managed to reach alive inside one of their hives. The idea to use so many of us as decoys, only to get stealthily a few across their borders made me tremble. Now the challenge was to be able to come back with something which would help us repel them. <br /><br />The room I was into was very long and narrow with various bulges on the sides - I could hardly see its purpose - as it was entirely empty. I was wondering if I could go back to safety if any trouble came, when all of a sudden a flash of light appeared as one of the bulges opened. <br /><br />It was the first time I've seen so close a member of their race. They were obviously built and bred for physical violence - massive towering bodies with powerful extremities which enabled them to easily crush any one of us in an instant. They also had the ability to move extremely fast and in a precise matter due to complex locomotors and location organs - a predatory race for sure. We haven't got any chance to study closely any of their opaque bodies, and from a distance they simply looked like every nightmare horror one could imagine. <br /><br />I was priding myself to be one of the fastest among the information gatherers, and that was the thing that saved me then from sure death. The creature that emerged hesitated only for a moment, then with a thunderous sound reached one of its powerful extremities to grab me. The pain from its grip was unimaginable and fear almost paralyzed all my body, but somehow I managed to slip away. <br /><br />Trembling in panic, I was heading as fast as possible away from the monster. The creature started to emit powerful noises which only added to the terror I felt. An orifice opened rhythmically on one of the creature's extremities to accompany the sound. Sweat poured off me, as fear of those abominations only grew. <br /><br />The man started laughing as he watched the tiny ooze slowly crawling away from its grasp, leaving a wet trail behind it.</div>Lucian Banhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14998912499553456629noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240068606168147479.post-86930834422502186882010-10-25T19:33:00.005+03:002010-10-26T15:13:18.247+03:00I'm Dead<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLQyUpThrzGjCBv8JfkDD8UEDcxkmwu6EoRgxI2B-1ec78u6dIfhKNf6jPvXYUt1buFsJdGFScqUG_CJmTtSpd5Y7TXHlhfxnMVXFQ_Cm08VsGHN44z2pFyDwxg6M6-U0UKSf0qm51vNZJ/s1600/Valon+www+freewebs+com+enigmamyths+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532324081940641138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLQyUpThrzGjCBv8JfkDD8UEDcxkmwu6EoRgxI2B-1ec78u6dIfhKNf6jPvXYUt1buFsJdGFScqUG_CJmTtSpd5Y7TXHlhfxnMVXFQ_Cm08VsGHN44z2pFyDwxg6M6-U0UKSf0qm51vNZJ/s320/Valon+www+freewebs+com+enigmamyths+2.jpg" border="0" /></a> <embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/cipcirip/dd506b68e63d8a.swf" width="448" height="33" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="username=cipcirip&hash=dd506b68e63d8a&miniMode=true" allowscriptaccess="always"></embed><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>3 Doors Down - Here Without You</strong><br /><strong><u></u></strong></span><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><u>I'm Dead<br /></u><br /><br />I'm dead.<br />My heart is cold.<br />Her weep wings me with lead,<br />But I must dive, my soul is sold.<br />I'm dead. </span></span></span></strong></p></div>Lucian Banhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14998912499553456629noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240068606168147479.post-3333701917723913062010-10-25T02:21:00.006+03:002010-10-25T02:46:01.144+03:00Livor Mortis<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi78g7sKARvah3wKkIqdBYaE9SoOmZa3C1TcChi-eUIA9I7hdXyaXYnZmRb0eQa5Z5QLYjde_Q6cb3HXW1qeTvK4H7n8bEkXaLuFxThugoWGgIvY4663BZR97lDMBeBY10gTH67iVYwv2QI/s1600/Livor+mortis.jpg"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531758485871052914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi78g7sKARvah3wKkIqdBYaE9SoOmZa3C1TcChi-eUIA9I7hdXyaXYnZmRb0eQa5Z5QLYjde_Q6cb3HXW1qeTvK4H7n8bEkXaLuFxThugoWGgIvY4663BZR97lDMBeBY10gTH67iVYwv2QI/s320/Livor+mortis.jpg" /></span></a> <div align="center"><u><strong></strong></u></div><div align="center"><u><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span></strong></u></div><br /><object width="448" height="33"><param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/CipDon10/2e44464f58320c.swf"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="flashvars" value="username=CipDon10&hash=2e44464f58320c&miniMode=true"><embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/CipDon10/2e44464f58320c.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" width="448" height="33" flashvars="username=CipDon10&hash=2e44464f58320c&miniMode=true"></embed></object><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>Avenged Sevenfold - Buried Alive</strong><br /></span><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><u></u></span></span></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><u>Livor Mortis<br /></u><br /><br />Beneath,<br />I feel the earth<br />Above, around, inside.<br /><em>I SCREAM!</em> No creatures from the dirt<br />Abide.<br /><br />Revived,<br />I gasp for air<br />And pound the coffin lid.<br /><em>MY GOD!</em> I’ve never felt so scared,<br />Livid.<br /><br />It’s cold,<br />Awareness’s mine,<br />Then panic. </span></span><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>IT’S NO LIE!<br /></em>A chilling terror through my spine:<br /><em>I’LL DIE!</em><br /><br />No hope,<br />I suffocate,<br />This cannot happen, <em>PLEASE!</em><br /><em>I LIVE</em>, this should not be my fate!<br />But is…</span></span></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"></div></div>Lucian Banhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14998912499553456629noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240068606168147479.post-14509783243675688282010-10-22T01:33:00.007+03:002010-10-22T02:18:27.647+03:00The Dance<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf9jKwxaO8-tOK8HMPzpjgRiys1l1fi8CSr3av-yIrIEsaSMFGvN-2RA2tW9LaeLbOFgGmvvz1a7LPozGzfUm9JNuvCnL0Rcef4PqXTmuUPcQigT6NL6A4esr94DByccHToZejP2cX1-Uo/s1600/the_dance.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530632538342704242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf9jKwxaO8-tOK8HMPzpjgRiys1l1fi8CSr3av-yIrIEsaSMFGvN-2RA2tW9LaeLbOFgGmvvz1a7LPozGzfUm9JNuvCnL0Rcef4PqXTmuUPcQigT6NL6A4esr94DByccHToZejP2cX1-Uo/s320/the_dance.jpg" /></a> <div align="center"></div><br /><object width="448" height="33"><param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/hrista19aida/3067bc86ce8394.swf"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="flashvars" value="username=hrista19aida&hash=3067bc86ce8394&miniMode=true"><embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/hrista19aida/3067bc86ce8394.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" width="448" height="33" flashvars="username=hrista19aida&hash=3067bc86ce8394&miniMode=true"></embed></object><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>Johann Strauss - The Blue Danube</strong><br /></span><div align="center"><strong><u></u></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><u></u></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><u></u></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><u>The Dance </u></strong></div><strong><u><div align="justify"><br /></u></strong>At first they weren't aware of each other. The distance separating them was so great that none could even comprehend it. Living in their little corners, dancing to their own music. Life flowed through them, the joy of living made them spin. Somehow they were aware that there were others out there, but as they grew older, the dance of life continued. On and on, to its own beat, each on its own rhythm. They danced.<br /><br />Then it happened; one of Fate's surprises. Somehow they felt each other. They were far, but somehow knew they would meet. Unknown forces were drawing them closer. The music continued, but now they could hear each other's song and had the chance to see each other perform. Like two artists painting on Universe's canvas, both were amazing. As time went on, they danced even closer.<br /><br />And--as in play, as by accident--they touched. A sparkle of one's glow touched the other. But they continued their dance. Time was irrelevant. Life flowed through them. Ages seemed to pass as they danced.<br /><br />Then the miracle happened again. Their arms touched. Time stood still. They felt each other's vibe, each other's life. The music of the Universe flowed through them, around them and beyond. But, born to dance, they could not stop. It was Destiny. The music had to go on. So did the dance. Slowly at first, as not used to each other, they danced. A new music emerged; a new vibe flowed through them, a different life. More powerful than before, for now they were together. Arm-in-arm, they danced. Their timid embrace stirred the Universe; time was allowed to continue. And the music went on, somehow different, and yet the same. It brought them together, creating a bond like never before. They were reborn.<br /><br />Confidence grew and their moves went on as if they were destined to dance together. What a sight! Alone in the Universe, they existed only for each other and - through the music - for the dance. Round and round they danced. The pace quickened; life was in a rush. Their hearts came ever closer to each other. The sheer sensuality of the closeness amazed them. The energy of life flowed now through both, but it was not enough. Two tender lovers, they wanted more. Excitement grew, the gentle touches from the beginning led way to a passionate embrace. Stronger and stronger, caressing, feeling each other. And they danced. Entwined, tightly, they danced. Music was all around, urging them to go on. Now there could be no secrets between them. Nothing hidden, just passion--pure as the music, mesmerizing as the dance.<br /><br />And while dancing, in a moment of sheer beauty and delight, they merged. In perfect harmony, both knew a new height of being--pure ecstasy flowed through them. They were one--no longer separated, never again alone. In that moment they found a new strength - a new life.<br /><br />The Universe witnessed the birth of a new Galaxy. </div></div>Lucian Banhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14998912499553456629noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240068606168147479.post-90422972950386709762009-08-03T16:27:00.001+03:002010-10-22T01:32:00.804+03:00We<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaQkOkwCUakn6wz1A2Fm9swxXbA8BwN_wZ_QrXq1c5g7YaRKKU_yL6mdvT90yrOhJvYc10pEohDTPPdcVLIRoCjV4gvy0m4GLyKSYPnsRABwE-BMTckuqvQdJPWs05E4oaXpko-GTTBE1k/s1600/large_web.jpg"><span style="color:#000000;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530630109020773250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaQkOkwCUakn6wz1A2Fm9swxXbA8BwN_wZ_QrXq1c5g7YaRKKU_yL6mdvT90yrOhJvYc10pEohDTPPdcVLIRoCjV4gvy0m4GLyKSYPnsRABwE-BMTckuqvQdJPWs05E4oaXpko-GTTBE1k/s320/large_web.jpg" /></span></a><span style="color:#000000;"> </span> <div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBf77etv9XAGZ-eRT0UzMIttdY1O6Rs4rIrHTohp0zFbPnJ9T7QVkllrZjJTpaqdPeFFBaIf0MBCVsURwedzcQ6mutSO5N-doJiNJZRYEomPIT8i6ZxacJmIA4k-ZNkm_IuRDNzQHaWIIa/s1600-h/Mastery+of+time.jpg"><strong></strong></a><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><br /></strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"><strong><u>We</u></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><u><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffcc;"></span></u></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><u><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffcc;"></span></u></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><u><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"></span></u></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;">As mighty as today we see ourselves,<br />We are but a pebble on the Universal shelves.<br /><br />But a pebble...<br />But what a pebble!<br /><br />We bear within like in a tome,<br />All that it was, and is, or is to come.<br />Our mind holds out the threads of fate,<br />No matter if we are aware - it is innate.<br /><br />The threads...<br />We hold the threads!<br /><br />While one can have a strong grip on its own,<br />Another drifts through life, merely a pawn.<br />Our canvas paints itself with ease,<br />As time slips by, swift - like a breeze.<br /><br />The time…<br />The time slips by!<br /><br />All we can do is add the colors,<br />The shapes, the size, even the odors.<br />By understanding our skills and nature,<br />We shape the present, past and future.<br /><br />The future...<br />We shape the future!<br /><br />The boundaries that we can see<br />Are there to cross them, actually…<br />And walls are stairs for some to climb,<br />To gain the mastery of time.</span> </span></div>Lucian Banhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14998912499553456629noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240068606168147479.post-8617352835331854062009-06-29T05:53:00.004+03:002010-10-22T01:27:53.998+03:00Within<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTbZYm5E7sjZ_2AyKeirV3GqenjkmwwdPrAcVWMkJUJ1wJbqutP2R3eTzoIqslEp8DWssiL1CkypgcNA_uGWE1vE3veKj2s5eG7fvpLNvLhPq2V2zOgGPnUO6vhI_myBp3xhl0a5e_bJcm/s1600/Mastery_of_time.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530629646295086514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTbZYm5E7sjZ_2AyKeirV3GqenjkmwwdPrAcVWMkJUJ1wJbqutP2R3eTzoIqslEp8DWssiL1CkypgcNA_uGWE1vE3veKj2s5eG7fvpLNvLhPq2V2zOgGPnUO6vhI_myBp3xhl0a5e_bJcm/s320/Mastery_of_time.jpg" /></a><br /><div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6666cc;"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><strong><u></u></strong></span></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6666cc;"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><strong><u>Within</u></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><br /></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;">I walk throughout a fuzzy mist,<br />I feel it crushing like a fist,<br />Invisible, powerful, strong,<br />Clenching with the strength of a throng.<br /><br />But still, I walk – it lets me so,<br />Everywhere I can – I go.<br />It does not hold me back at all;<br />I do not feel it like a wall.<br /><br />Yet all around me it exists,<br />Stalking from shadows like a beast.<br />Should I live always out in fear?<br />Should I forget it’s even here?<br /><br />I wonder about it some days,<br />Bathing in warm and shiny rays:<br />No answer clear, no revelation,<br />No miracle, no realization.<br /><br />I cannot touch it, yet I know:<br />Its there, soft – just like snow…<br />It’s all around me and inside,<br />I know – from it I cannot hide.<br /><br />And if I strive a little more,<br />I almost feel its inner core,<br />In me, around me and beyond,<br />It’s nowhere it cannot be found.<br /><br />I will embrace it, gladly – I’ll accept,<br />This strange and mystery concept:<br />That I - yesterday - will be,</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;">As I was - tomorrow - me.</span></div></div>Lucian Banhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14998912499553456629noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240068606168147479.post-56341791315068569612009-06-26T00:49:00.002+03:002010-10-22T01:08:52.348+03:00The Guard<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQZ9bRDhdqlfkju6dcs8yAxX4uzB5sAvseZ2fe8-4Z0FBA52uIRm-gxNV6cRnlY6sATn431ogLlKdleIYUmxk49R3wA1MKgpVQtXsY82QvD7TO47F8T5VSouumt2O2UIX0iJrGhkk4_819/s1600-h/harkonnen+trooper.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351393316626269106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQZ9bRDhdqlfkju6dcs8yAxX4uzB5sAvseZ2fe8-4Z0FBA52uIRm-gxNV6cRnlY6sATn431ogLlKdleIYUmxk49R3wA1MKgpVQtXsY82QvD7TO47F8T5VSouumt2O2UIX0iJrGhkk4_819/s320/harkonnen+trooper.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><u>The Guard </u></strong></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><u><br /></u></strong><span style="color:#990000;">I’m in my post for near' an hour,<br />Sweat pours like rain beneath my armour,<br />This freaking planet’s so damn hot,<br />I feel like I was sent here only to rot. </span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><span style="color:#990000;">The dusk sets in, shadows are growing,<br />I cannot fu..ing see where am I going...<br />And tho’ the air is silent and so still,<br />The shades look like they’re moving for a kill.<br /><br />Ah, well – I’ll just stay closer to the light,<br />No point to wander in the night.<br />I feel a sharp burn: <em>„What the fu..!?!”</em><br />Out of impulse I start to duck.<br /><br />My weapon drops heavy to the ground,<br />As pain spreads quickly trough my arm.<br />The time slows to a deadly stop,<br />As I foresee the horrid trap.<br /><br />The world now darkens all around,<br />I cannot hear even a sound...<br />All I can see is but a milky glow,<br />It seems so funny... looks like snow.<br /><br />The comprehension settles in,<br />This is a game I cannot win.<br /></span><span style="color:#990000;"><em>„This cannot happen now to me!”<br />I want to live, PLEASE let me be!”</em><br /><br />But thoughts cannot become words,<br />As I have lost my vocal cords,<br />The cry for mercy and for help,<br />All now transforms into a yelp.<br /><br />The demon left me, but comprehension grows:<br />I cannot breathe; fear grabs me in its claws!<br />All I can think of, all I cry:<br />Is but a thought: <strong>„I DON’T WANNA DIE!”</strong> </span></span></div>Lucian Banhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14998912499553456629noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240068606168147479.post-71871461517255281332009-06-26T00:16:00.003+03:002010-10-22T00:43:25.378+03:00The Warrior<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtUUhpLuVps1e21wQMz29RqHztWwrzFR8fFetorRzPPEzC4_TVVnz1ganVGFhegbJsdFSjUASffWu1pTnw24emnxAmQOh4iG6HE9vgec_HTmJu-ubUd6AfYrkFbxYyKHbuBfmh-oHyB9To/s1600-h/fremen.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351393162021048466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtUUhpLuVps1e21wQMz29RqHztWwrzFR8fFetorRzPPEzC4_TVVnz1ganVGFhegbJsdFSjUASffWu1pTnw24emnxAmQOh4iG6HE9vgec_HTmJu-ubUd6AfYrkFbxYyKHbuBfmh-oHyB9To/s320/fremen.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#996633;"><strong><u>The Warrior</u></strong><br /><br /></span><span style="color:#996633;"><span style="font-family:arial;">The heavy heat of day diminish and it fades,<br />The slope of dunes are filling fast with shades,<br />The dusk sets in and stars are spawning in the sky,<br />As I prepare my soul for the upcoming battle...<br />...either to live ... or die. </span><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><span style="color:#996633;">I feel at peace... of death I do not feel afraid,<br />As all my living debts are fully paid.<br />Yet, one flaming desire is burning in my heart,<br />To excite vengeance on our enemies...<br />... to tear them now apart.<br /><br />The years of slavery, of pain and of opression,<br />Both bledeed and fortified our fremen nation.<br />The time has come for us to take the lead,<br />To bring death and destruction to our tyrants...<br />... our souls to feed.<br /><br />I scan the nearby camp and I recheck my knife,<br />My trusted blade, the tooth of God and guardian of life.<br />Its milky glow will soon bring terror to our foe,<br />As they will know their spark of life out of this world...<br />... will quickly go.<br /><br />A chilling owl call shouts deeply in the night:<br />It is the sign to start the fight.<br />I move silently from shade to shade,<br />As now the owl call begins to fade.<br /><br />I meet a guard patrolling near a tower,<br />Wielding a laser... he looks so certain of his power.<br />A fluid blur of thrusts and jabs to neck and hand,<br />And he falls silent in the sand.<br /><br />I feel around me the death specter as it spreads,<br />Its blades severing our foe’ life-line threads.<br />The death commando moves violent, like a tempest,<br />Cleansing the land of the harkonnen pest.<br /><br />And now... besides the wind, there is no sound,<br />Only dark bodies lie still upon the ground.<br />No storm, but thunder booms into the night:<br /><strong>„LONG LIVE THE FIGHTERS AND THEIR MIGHT!”</strong></span><span style="color:#996633;"> </span></span></div>Lucian Banhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14998912499553456629noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240068606168147479.post-10646860929050269212009-05-14T02:49:00.003+03:002010-10-22T00:33:03.148+03:00Wings of Snow<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYdw-qH1OAfpVEug6pUOWEopfcKwrTh4d5WE6IQ7KtnIj9ehtenGeppW-dHwfQ2V0UjcSFJtZghBvfHHnhbvw-o9wqp6L8tN-D0rI-kdw5wZWcth_FraggmoKjYISJfkKmBF4fnL-uOuqU/s1600-h/ice_dragon.jpg"><span style="color:#33ccff;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351393669501000114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYdw-qH1OAfpVEug6pUOWEopfcKwrTh4d5WE6IQ7KtnIj9ehtenGeppW-dHwfQ2V0UjcSFJtZghBvfHHnhbvw-o9wqp6L8tN-D0rI-kdw5wZWcth_FraggmoKjYISJfkKmBF4fnL-uOuqU/s320/ice_dragon.jpg" /></span></a><span style="color:#33ccff;"><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><u>Wings of Snow</u></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">The ice and snow lays heavy on my chest,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">My sight is blurred; I only want to rest…</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">The muscles ache, my lungs are freezing,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I hear only the cold and windy breezing.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">The icy breath did catch me by surprise,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">As in the distance a misty figure did arise.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">The Icy Dragon left me here for dead,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">On wings of storm his rage to spread.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">My mind is racing as I search a word,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">A simple one… the calling of my sword.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">My frozen lips so slowly start to part,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">And I can hear a faintly whisper: <em>“Lionheart”…</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I clench the hilt with cold and numbly fingers,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">And feel within my chest something which triggers,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">A flow of rage, of strength, of might,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Determination, Power, Light!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I draw the life force from the blade,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">The coldness can now only fade…</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I start to rise commanded by a thought:</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>"This Dragon shall now feel my WRATH!”</em></span><br /></span></div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span>Lucian Banhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14998912499553456629noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240068606168147479.post-47788220267270749082009-05-14T02:46:00.001+03:002010-10-22T00:27:39.808+03:00The Dream<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyvvNo5AOIlIJaJbj2kXOQlZqLJXToNlDXYsoZuAkmKHvQuIeaKUiG4rm8slUjlzmUwDNGDqAFyQP97Zj_GxtU0I70JqLB9UFs3zVocPpyY7X9xOpdy4CCJMGNHE3cW5ILdksQPRGDsvVX/s1600-h/fatasy+battle.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351394226169126690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyvvNo5AOIlIJaJbj2kXOQlZqLJXToNlDXYsoZuAkmKHvQuIeaKUiG4rm8slUjlzmUwDNGDqAFyQP97Zj_GxtU0I70JqLB9UFs3zVocPpyY7X9xOpdy4CCJMGNHE3cW5ILdksQPRGDsvVX/s320/fatasy+battle.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><u>The Dream</u></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Without restrain’, the dream unfold’:</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">We fly throughout the clouds of cold,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Towards the ground our dragons soar,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Flapping their flaming wings, starting to roar.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Some careless orcs, they’re snapping in their maw’,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Making us feeling only awe.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">We have within our power mighty beast,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Who’re making from a hundred horde's a measly feast.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Our eyes start shining with delight, </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">We jump down from their backs, now blessed with might..</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Defiant, we attack. The horde is near,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">We wield our swords and spread the fear.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">The efforts to upgrade our gear</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Now help in thousand’ parts our enemies to tear.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Those wipe-full nights which seemed without solution,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Now grants us this worthy Retribution!</span><br /></div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span>Lucian Banhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14998912499553456629noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240068606168147479.post-19331466432244721822009-05-14T02:39:00.002+03:002010-10-22T00:22:10.632+03:00Questions<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijVe7vbIQrNO-UcpPqX1WvyDT6cjj4TGcujAKZzmshCJcmqF9TjJvcuNXMSfXukVT-QydOpTBm6ZNIsGpnE6updM0fU5BDSoaBDB9DPP1-LIzo5r4TZzwZt_EC6uboAbd63sAZbU3X-Q4M/s1600-h/questions.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351395579242891058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijVe7vbIQrNO-UcpPqX1WvyDT6cjj4TGcujAKZzmshCJcmqF9TjJvcuNXMSfXukVT-QydOpTBm6ZNIsGpnE6updM0fU5BDSoaBDB9DPP1-LIzo5r4TZzwZt_EC6uboAbd63sAZbU3X-Q4M/s320/questions.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><u><span style="font-family:arial;">Questions</span></u></strong><br /><strong><u><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></u></strong><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Raiding hard, year after year,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Ever improving my already imba gear,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I sit and ponder on a freezing shore:</span><br /><em><span style="font-family:arial;">"Why should I strive out now for more?</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:arial;">Why should I care for shiny swords,</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:arial;">When they are really only words?"</span></em><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">The time goes by, really... unfelt,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">The months and days begin to melt...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">In memory, in dream, in mind... </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Even my real name is hard to find...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">The questions twist and grow in size,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">No real answers have arise'...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Maybe because it's late at night,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Maybe because the dimming light...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">A glimpse of wisdom whispers from the deep:</span><br /><em><span style="font-family:arial;">"Maybe you should now go to sleep..."</span></em><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">But, no! I am so close to end the quest!</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">And after - maybe - I will rest!</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><em><span style="font-family:arial;">"There is another day tomorrow...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:arial;">Sleep now and you will feel no sorrow"</span></em><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">My eyes grow heavy, image blurs,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I feel like I am wrapped in furs...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Slowly, soo slowly the image dim,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">And I slip easily in dream...</span></div>Lucian Banhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14998912499553456629noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240068606168147479.post-30371866925244984092009-05-14T02:20:00.000+03:002009-06-26T17:55:04.796+03:00Intro<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht9cUxzmi9jMcAaZCz9p4L08RxU6rCmth0Z9Le-ouJzbM98caSqLkJxNggHh2A_r1d5L9rEv4MrcEH7wjkp7YvEu5oNUp1p6fUKYlHsqiKR9c5iMkXK_4YLkOGtKdS_zFyAmAYgd3SsXgk/s1600-h/0_61_nebula_ngc2818_hubble.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351649928648653874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht9cUxzmi9jMcAaZCz9p4L08RxU6rCmth0Z9Le-ouJzbM98caSqLkJxNggHh2A_r1d5L9rEv4MrcEH7wjkp7YvEu5oNUp1p6fUKYlHsqiKR9c5iMkXK_4YLkOGtKdS_zFyAmAYgd3SsXgk/s320/0_61_nebula_ngc2818_hubble.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I would like to thank all of you reading my blog. I hope you will find it pleasant and interesting. It's mainly focused on some of my thoughts as you will see.<br />Cheers!</div>Lucian Banhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14998912499553456629noreply@blogger.com1