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Majority poems got lost over the years. You know how it goes when you save it on usb-sticks or like in the past, on disks over and over again.
Most poems were written around 2007  
One may call them dark. I call it eccentric/artistic.
 

 

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Lullaby

Aimlessly wondering - bathing in disgrace
Sold their souls to pleasure, no dignity remained.
The flock, the sheep, awaiting to get devoured
the helpless ignorant mass - living their final hours,
Their weights crushed by responsibility ignored
For in last days of judgment – they all shall taste the sword.

 

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Red Rose

Oh ye brave men, scattered around the globe
How I crave for this delight
The moment in which we all walk together
To enter the final fight.
I can hear all their hearts beating,
as loud as Thor’s thunder.
Thus, courageous soldier
Let not alone my letters follow you,
wherever thoust might be,
For see the warmth of the sun as my extended arms,
when the sunbeam shines upon thee.
For as God shaped man in His likeness,
The blood debt shall be repaid
Tyranny, corruption, deceit and confusion
Cutting with a sharp blade the veil of disillusion
The ancient war – the time is now
The endless line drawn in the sand
Blood for Blood - by Wotan’s hand.

PS No, I not a pagan. Blood for blood by Jesus's hand just doesn't has the same ring to it now does it. 

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The Case of Discipline

Oh but we have needs they say
We all have basic human desires. 
Don’t be a spineless chunk
and wisely use the powerful svadhisthana chakra.
Don’t be like sleezy douchebags 
jumping in each others bed,
work out instead!

 

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The Ancient Call

Prone to extremes am I 
Satisfied with only the best
The best healer, the best combatant, the best poet
The best of the best with no place for the rest. 
I am a lover, but it’s not love that bonds  me
I am a fighter, I strive for devotion and loyalty
For the sword must be molded in fire and thunder
in trials and tribulations, a pure and ultimate force
I call upon the four elements and stand before the four winds
a  natural intoxication of knowledge and energy unified
I like Gods legion to be amused as well when the kingdoms fall
When we wash our feet in the blood of the wicked
I want them to attack in fury, merciless and full of wit
before  the ancient winds will whisper in their ears
"Come back holding your shield or being carried upon it!"

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 Black Consumption

Satan was thrown out of Heaven because of his pride
Many are jailed because they were blinded by pride
Justifiable pride comes not out of love for thyself but for others
Like a mothers pride when her child learns well
So there are two different sources where pride comes out off
Be aware of which one you have –  the wrong one consumes you,
And will throw you out of Heaven too

 

 

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I prefer a scar before a tattoo because it tells a story. 
A knife before a gun because it's more personal.
I prefer nature's music.
the leaves that dance in the wind
the birds that sing. the frogs in the night
the ocean waves hitting the rocks
I cannot tell you who lives in which house
But I can tell you which flower blooms where
and what animals are trying to say

 

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 Mutual Proclivities


The man today, I'm sad to say
Is no knight or so
Has no noble heart 
No values and no courage
No honor and no soul.
He is not able to protect his family
Does not work out and does not hunt.
In times of need, of war and revolution
He will not be able to protect his loved ones
And all the nay-sayers know this is true.
Perhaps they did take some fighting lessons
But even those are only a few.
The modern man likes his clothes and likes to wear perfume
He buys and talks more than women do, and even owns more shoes.
He spends his  time drinking with friends
Or chatting on the net
Playing games of fantasy, before going to bed.

Now the modern woman, I’m sad to see
Is no kitchen queen or elegant lady
But a whore with miniskirts, as easy as you want her to be.
She hardly uses her feminine side, protective like a swan
She has given her country to foreign predators and her body with it, 
I’m sure you’ll agree.
She speaks of love and knows no shame
Thinks survival is only a man invented game
She knows not of the noble women
Who died to save their folk
She knows not of the honorable ways and does not want to know
She is like he and he is like she,
meant to be decapitated
By warriors like you and me. 

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Oorworm

Een slechte tegenstander is een aanval op je intellect. 
Het toont van geen enkel respect
Hoe wil je een mens analyseren die zijn mentale condities beheersen kan
Die je beter kent dan jij jezelf.
Die weet dat hij altijd op het toneel staat, 
omdat de wereld toekijkt of hij door het ijs zal zakken
Hoe wil je plannen smeden in het geniep
Als de ander ze in zijn dromen ziet.
Hoe wil je de ziel uit de mens halen. 
Dat lukt je niet.

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Descent

Knives and guns are merely tools 
our spirit is our weapon our belief is our shield 
if I choose to die for any country 
only Croatia would be the One. 
Hard lessons – but understood 
raised how each parent should 
A Father in Heaven
A Mother on Earth 
Family –  a Guide.
Croat blood – with Pride

 

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Finis erit, prima Fuit

The devoted love of Penelope awaiting Oddyseus
Samsons love for Delilah
Real love knows no limits, no boundries,
Its unconditional. Its Divine.
It waits and gives. Hopes. 
Remains in faith against all odds.
When one loves with a pure love that succeeds petty emotions,
the love looses its impatience, 
selfishness and expectations.


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Damocles and Pandora meet Deus ex Machina

I have a curse that needs to be lifted
A therapist will blame it on childhood
A psychic will talk about bad karma and what I did wrong in a past life
A priest will tell me to pray and repent my sins
A drunk will tell me to raise a glass until I forget about it
Therefore chose your friends carefuly.
narrow minds, will give narrow opinions
Hateful minds, will give hateful speeches
None will lift you up, but drag you down in their sorrow
Now I say, this was just a moment of weakness,
for yes there is a curse
but just like with every great gift comes a lot of responsibility
I stick by Aristophanes’s side.. 
just wait for the plot twist

 

 

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 Changing Seasons

Years are passing by
wrinkles are forming around the eyes
my black cat's whiskers turning white
sending prayers by candlelight
There is no cure for loneliness
and as long as I remember,
no remedy for December.

 

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Levenscyclus 

Elke keer een stukje verder zwemmen
op dat stukje hout, zo oud
en wanneer dan de kust in zicht is,
pakken donkere wolken zich samen, 
gaat het onweren en hagelen
en sleept de woeste zee je weer terug
De dag breekt aan de zon schijnt
en je gaat weer zwemmen vol goede moed
Soms kom je een drenkeling tegen
je biedt een stuk van je hout aan en samen zwem je verder
je denkt, als ik nu rust kan jij zwemmen
en andersom, zo komen we er wel
maar het was geen mens, het was een meerman
die zich vermaakte om je leed
en toen hij uitgelachen was, weer terug in de diepte gleed
En wanneer dan de vermoeidheid zijn tol eiste
het lied van de sirenes zo lieflijk klonk
De zon tot hallucinaties zorgdroeg en je van de zoute zee dronk
langzaam het water je longen vult
is daar een stuk hout, die plotsklaps uit de hemelen valt
Repeat.  

 Koor: Maar bekijk het van de zonnige kant!
Je zwemt in de zee, maakt dingen mee. Wat een genot! 
Niet klagen maar dragen niet klagen maar dragen niet klagen maar dragen niet klagen maar dragen

 

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Arrow

They don’t talk to you but about you
good or right, does not matter
Lonesome my Father must be
when they speak of him in sheer vanity
Only in their darkest moments 
they remember his name.

 

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St. Poekie

Woorden die mij vroeger lieflijk in de oren zouden hebben geklonken
van de observant, zo gemeend en vriendelijk
zijn nu slechts als fluister in de wind
Zij naderen, maar raken mij niet
om mij wordt gewikkeld, laag voor laag, een cocon
een deken van warme genegenheid
een liefde, die brandt en zal blijven branden als de zon
diepe dankbaarheid, omdat je tot op het laatste moment
al je liefde mij schenken kon.

 

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When you are close but still too far,
It does not matter where, but who you are.

 

 

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I cannot conclude any other way that it’s a misconception that the Scandinavian was an example for the superior race. 
There has been peace in Sweden for hundreds and hundreds of years, yet no magnificent building, no masterpieces in art. 

 

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