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The WurmThe Arena...
It was the one place where the words of a child would be respected as that of an adult: where age didn’t matter, and your decisions were your own.
Nothing more than an open space in the middle of the market square, it had always had a name too grand for its appearance. But it was where battles were fought, debts were paid. and grievances settled - with the price of blood.
Which made it the one place… the only place… where he could get his revenge.
Now as he stood amongst the crowd, watching the final match before his own, plotting and visualizing the many ways he was going to butcher the bastard… a strange calm settled over his mind.
He took a step forward, making his way through the throng of people surrounding the ring...
His eyes intently focused on the goal before him, he pushed aside those who stood in his path, and squeezed between others unaware of his wrath.
Writer's BlockI had a dream of writer's block
A dream in which my mind was stuck
On words like verbs, and terms like f*ck
And how my head deserved a knock
And in this dream I was quite vexed
I was so mad I was perplexed
I couldn't think of what came next
Nor how to finish up my text
I begged my words to understand
I begged that they come on demand
I couldn't bear a pen so still
That couldn't move by my sheer will
Yet on deaf ears befell my pleas
And this fact brought me to my knees
So I left a prayer on the breeze
I pray to write with ease."
I Met Peace OnceI met peace once on an afternoon stroll
"Walking too slowly" - my eyes said with a roll
And with peace was contentment, who said I looked old
The gray hairs on my head, were a sign he'd been told
So I paused for a bit, to give a piece of my mind
And happiness caught up - she'd been lagging behind
"I would love to chat, but I have no time"
I said in a rush, before in she could chime
And off I went, well on my way
Lest not another bugger, ruin my day
I was here to lose weight, not to chat or to play
And those three looked fit, they would lead me astray
So I picked up my pace, till my muscles did burn
But all that I got, was a cramp in return
And as I sat panting, anger asked me why
worry came to cry, and shame made me lie
While peace, contentment, and happiness...
Slowly passed on by.
Alter EgoAlter Ego
Scared but helpless
Bound and gagged
Within you divided
Bottled and stopped
Anchor to my heel
This need to conceal
The way that you feel
If you put up a fight
If your burden was light
Perhaps we would not find ourselves here...
Dear FinchI have waited quite a while
To send these words to you
Though in my mind, it always was
A thing I ought to do.
For once upon a time you filled
My every night with wonder
And even still I miss those nights
Those dazzling nights of yonder
Perhaps a cat so full of angst
Had no business with the sky
Perhaps a magic rainbow finch
Must spread its wings and fly
So fly, fly! To greater heights
I know you couldn't remain
I only ask that now and then
You fly by me, again.
The Land of Milk and HoneyIn the land of milk and honey
The natives act real funny
The leaders steal their money
To invest it in poverty
The rich keep getting richer
The poor keep getting poorer
The wise think not of better
The dumb all rise to power
In the land of milk and honey
They practice democracy
For the people, ostensibly
To decide to live in misery
The government - is in shambles
The senate - how they babble!
Education - mere preamble...
As for NEPA - just light a candle
For in the land of milk and honey
ALL ARE DRUNK!
Love AcrossIf all you've got
Is a pen and paper
An email service
Or instant messenger
And all you want
Is to love somebody
Far far away
Far far away
All you need
Is to express those feelings
Share those thoughts
Help them see
Your love across oceans
Love across nations
Love across stations
As a possibility
Beneath These Murky WatersA burnt wasteland
Glistens before me
My head above
Two feet below
I inch forward
The landscape shifts
The landscape shifts
Now every step
An obscure risk
These murky waters
While The Dust SettlesThere is always a trial
When dust takes flight
The common man's plight
For parched are the lips
And stale is the bread
And faint is the voice
With which secrets are shared
There's nothing like idleness
To make a tongue wag
Till nought is a mystery
And all is commotion
While the dust settles.
ThorI hear the voice of thunder speak,
an ancient primal language
which vibrates throughout my bones
and sings within my soul,
my blood hums power,
my heart beats
Can'tI can't take my revenge
For I myself was forgiven.
I can't lie to keep a secret
For someone knows what's hidden.
I can't hate, for I was loved.
I can't fulfill the lust I would sate,
For my body is now a temple
For the One who took my fate.
I must admit I sometimes
With His prohibitions, I don't agree,
But I can't help but trust Him
For He only wants to protect me.
So I can't encourage a love
That's as beautiful as it is deadly.
It's not hate, I just can't stand it
If you succumb eternal death's melody.
Creation's CorruptionI've grown sick of the world of men
they corrupted every message I dared to send
For as long as they existed
they manipulated and twisted
Everything I've ever said
F-ck them all, I wish them dead
I gave them one rule, and one rule only
they broke it so fast and left my heart lonely
And so the apple they did bite
mixing wrong with the right
And as betrayed as I might be
I attempted to drown them in the sea
I sent them my son to fix their path
but they did not fear my Holy wrath
They executed him in front of me
for that you sinners will pay ultimate fee
Since my word you will not hear
I leave you now, with no wheel to steer
Lost in course
but f-ck your remorse!
Dare to call me the clock maker
but you Deist are the true risk taker!
The final journeyThe light fades
Yet night is not falling
Yet I hear the calling
The darkness cold and harsh
Yet soothing and cool
The river of death engulfs me
My final journey,my final fall
I cannot fight it
I cannot resist
This is it
I fade into the mist
Fremde Herrlichkeitbedenket dem Herrn zu dienen
(zweifellos Befehlen folgen)
rät der Nutznießer seinen Bienen
Seelenhonig zu schleudern
darf dies Blutbuch nicht annehmen
welches nicht meine Ahnen erdacht
möcht' mein Wohl selbst wählen
kein Futter werden eurer Allmacht
© j.w.waldeck 2006
Please do not USE
anything of my work!
ForgivingThe tide comes in,
Like Jesus washes our sin.
Always away when we ask,
We shouldn’t have to wear a mask,
To pretend to be good
When we’re not.
God can always tell,
If we’re doing well,
Or just being sinful again.
He is forgiving,
Every moment of living.
You don’t have to hide
So look, now,
And turn around.
Wataha: Zamglony Las upadaLas mgłą tulony i okraszony gwiazd śmiechem
Oznaczał ongiś świętość. Dziś chwała jego echem...
Drzew soki i traw rosa klejnotami tej świątyni,
Dziś gmin nieroztropny swawolnie w nie czyni!
Biją toporem, łamią gałęzie i odrapują z kory
Smaganej przez palce mgliste. Wilk skory
Pomyśleć o utraconych drzewach przed
Atakiem! Niewiasty na łące tkały mgieł pled...
Ścięli...! Olchy! Wierzby! Lipy! Dęby!
Pozostawili pniaki...! Las szczerzy swe zęby...
I ku swym katom błyska słojami.
Zawisną ciemiężcy. Zawisną niszczyciele,
Co nigdy nie przestaną. Tych krzyży zbyt wiele!
Nie wygrają z Lasów Bogami!
Wataha: Ostrze trucizny smakujeTen słony smak potu płynącego po twarzy...
Gdy sztylet raz po raz tonie w płynach zarazy;
Obmyty w toksynach warzonych po zmroku,
Czeka na swój występ - na misterium uroku.
Na skrytobójcy głowie kaptur narzucony,
W ciszy doskonali śmierci jadu kropel miliony.
Sztuka cichej likwidacji doskonałości pragnie...
Zabójca jest Wilkiem, niechaj cel skończy jak Jagnię...
Odczłowieczenie ofiary dokonane samoistnie
Skończy się, wnet białko ślepi agonią błyśnie
Pod naporem Synów i Cór wyniszczonego Rodu.
Oprawca dostąpi skwaru trucizny i stali chłodu.
Wyją Welesa drapieżcy do świateł odległych...
Zawyją ponownie. Nad padliną. Wrogów. Poległych...
DarknessIn the dark of the night,
in the absence of the light,
your eyes, as it happens to be,
are showin' what you want to see.
You can't see anything hideous,
if you look for the nature 'round us,
if your mind's positive enough,
You'll see just the good stuff.
And if you see everything plain,
your fantasy is the on to blame,
I say it's everyone's right,
to look for beauty in the night.
'cause she doesn't care 'bout your names,
although she knows them all,
and she sees through all of your games,
even before you leave the hall.
She knows your thoughts,
there's none she loathes,
and she'll never tease
Until He ComesThe second coming
Is not a warning
To dwell upon
Until His coming
Shall we be waiting?
Our Lord's return!?
Our task is given!
It has been written!
We have a mission!
That must be done!
To shine our light
Make the world bright
Present this sight
As his welcome
For when Christ cometh
Though no man knoweth
In faith we soweth
We faithful ones
Think not of when
Think not of where
We must prepare
Until He comes
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