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Be It...Be it me who wanders these lands forever
Then I shall uncover the truth and wonders..
If it be me who has to see the heartbreak of humanity 
then let me help you keep that sanity by telling
you a more peaceful calamity...
If it is I who reaches the sky let me
help you enjoy by teaching you to fly..
Be it me to flee from the troubles of the night
Let me help you to stay safe by fighting this
blight...
As I still stand and breath
Be it the flower or the sword I will die doing what I love..
Loving others and fighting to help others 
Phoenixi have gone and burned all the bridges,
sunk deep into this abyss,
now its time to let the light in,
i have fanned these flames,
and festered in the dark,
now is the time to stand up,
to rise from this bitterness,
like a phoenix from the ashes,
to take flight into the night sky,
leaving a fiery trail behind me,
and become a shooting star
Deciphering Balance.Deciphering Balance

Trying to pull the trigger on life.
Tender and strife full.
we all want peace.

war and violence burn within us.
We don't want to fight.
we need to protect and serve.

We are people of many colors.
Heritages and customs.

we are all different but bleed the same blood.
How can we decide who lives and dies.
When there is no balance in the skies.

Deciphering balance.
We all are Haters and law makers.
We all are bold risk takers.

Deer in thickets and woods.
we all live in tribes and hoods.
Emotional and intellectual thinkers
Hunters and there blinders.

we connect like dream catchers
webs and string bind us

Hoops and flut
Tiny Dancing Stickmenaren't we all just breakable little stick men,
dancing to a solitary tune,
bending with the wind until we break,
our vertebrae snapping against the strain,
we reach our breaking point and can bend no more,
we push back against the storm,
where some may survive,
others snap under the unrelenting pressure
Pleasant Trancetables filled with pastry
many doves are set free
setting oceans breeze free
and music symphony
hatred in my bones
yellow brick stones
ferratic pleasent trance
blue black red green dance
assures itself with a stance
plans of setting sail
across the blue black trail
many frail chew snail
across the desert storms are dorm
breaking lethal social norm
the sail on deck is not quite torn
lets not forget we've come this far
racing through a cave star
reaching through the grip
this public persona, stop to trip
change your path
your everlifting conscience
reveal your true emotions
and find your true creations
the world is yours
beautiful tribal stanci
The Sorceress
I am the one who casts magic well.
I am the one who can utter ever spell.
I am the one who you think only dwells in one's imagination.
I am the one who can brew the ideal potion.
I am the one who can really fly.
I am the one who is traveling across the sky, leaving a trail of sparkling blue dust.
I am the one who you really can trust and secrecy is a must.
I am the one who they say is truly magical.
I am the one who is the most powerful.
I am the one who you will miss.
I am the one who is the Sorceress.
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RahulaManchmal
forderst du
dein Lächeln zurück
das entflohene Herz

Dann frage ich die Vögel
nach deinem Namen
und schlafe bei ihnen
im geschnittenen Gras

bis ich dich finde
in Kornfeldern voller Mohn.
FedersStrichIch will euch hier berichten
was unlängst ich gesehn
mit meinem Menschenbruder
ist Schreckliches geschehn.

Es war zur zwölften Stunde
da schreckte ich herauf
ein geisterhaftes Rauschen
weckt aus dem Schlaf mich auf.
Zum Pochen meines Herzschlags
gesellte sich ein Licht
im Dunkel meiner Kammer
versperrte es die Sicht.

Das Lager meines Bruders
war einsam in der Nacht
das Bettuch aufgeschlagen
das Nachtkleid wohlgemacht.
Zurück blieb eine Feder
mir tintenschwarz und fein
es stand das Fenster offen
im kühlen Vollmondschein.

Talab bin ich gegangen
zu finden mir mein Lieb
im finstren Tannenwalde
mir wenig
ElegieEs fühlt die Luft
sich heute so verloren an
- versteinert wie Marmor
das Menschengesicht -
- heute geben ihm die Seelen
kein Licht -

im Wälderrauschen schwingt
einsamer Klagegesang.

Des Schicksals Schwert
teilt auserwählte Rinde
- wo Lebensflüsse Kraft versiegt -
- zu sehr in Sicherheit gewiegt -

zu keiner Frage
ich eine Antwort finde.

Müde auch der See
sein harsches Blau
versperrt im Glasverlies.
- vergehend trübt das Licht die Welt -
- kein Schemen das den Tag erhellt -

Nachtbringenden Tod in
bittren Abgrund stiess.

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meergeboren sind wir
doch sie ließen uns
das schwimmen verlernen
und lehrten uns stattdessen
aufrecht zu gehn

ist es da ein wunder
dass uns dürstet
nach kieselnden stränden
und tanggrüner see?

wenn wir doch weinend
erwachen
nach träumendem ritt
auf delphinen
vom duft
buntschaliger muscheln
im salzfeuchten haar...

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~eisengrind Sep 6, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Schöne Atmosphäre - ich mag das Meer auch ;-)
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~FedersStrich Sep 6, 2011   Writer
Meine erste Liebe war es, das Meer.
Vielen Dank:wave:
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