Jailin Derozen
@Jailin
I do not understand this world...
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Our life is like a tale
Our life is like a tale, Wonders on us entail. Alas my dear, those wonders Make our hearts always quail.
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How many years might have passed...
How many years might have passed Since the Life with love us bussed? Don't remeber?! So do I! Those lips gave us only blight!
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Mother made an evening dinner...
Mother made an evening dinner. In abundance she made the meal, And went to her room to dress herself For the guests long anticipated. When she came close to the dinner table, She saw her son devouring her toil. In angry voice she contempted her child: "It was for guests my dear young lad! " The boy chewed what he had in mouth, Then swallowed what teeth had crushed With inquiring face said to mother: "Am I not a guest in this world dear mama?
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Path Home
I, raised my eyes to see Future, embraced by the night. I, turned back to see Dusk, willing to depart. Slowly moving forward I Turn blind, to my benign That awaits in my final trial. Till that, gloom shall I abide. Not even dim light is seen ahead In path languidly tread. Stumbling, falling all way long, Still, willing to go where I belong. No moon there is in heaven To shed a light on path. No stars there are to follow To guide you through this realm. Reach, the journeys end Is design of my endeavour. Since meaning blend in void Is not worth the labour. Several years were now trudged, Enveloped in this blindness, But deplored heart still retained Hope, to see the brisk of light. Slowly my eyes begin to squint… Ah! If someone now could see Or feel, what I can feel and see. A morning shine in vicinity! (And a place to call home!)
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Lamb
Here lies pastorless lamb, Torn and ripped all apart. In his ere days he left profane World that bears merciless fangs. No one reared him in worldly wisdom On how to survive in this bitter realm. He moved from grazing grounds Unaware of danger along his life. No herd had he to feel commune, No strange figure that is humane, To be stern but keep him on path And unharmed till his time will come.
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Are we someone's dream?
There was a dream I saw at night While wrapped in a woolen blanket, Upon which I thought too much Without letting go from mind. There was company of young men Whose voices I could not hear, But deaf I was not for one, About him, I will relate. I will not write about the eye, About the age, about the dye. Only words with his voice hued, I will tell about it now. “We all might be someone’s dream you say? I do not think so, it can’t be! I am conscious and can feel; I am real, I am no one’s dream!” Maybe, it was not a dream And I looked through distant eye. Maybe he is actually real And lives his own wholesome life.
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While eyes of the dead are soundly shut...
While eyes of the dead are soundly shut Seeing benevolent afterdreams, Life casts malevolent earlydreams Full of pain and agony. Living seeks the sealness, For his own sake And curtains the mighty real. Artificial obsession to stay alive And not in comfort lie, Have they created the word of “Law”. Petty is it in front Of waving worldly might, Changing it in flick of light. The unnatural daily dreams of ours Deprives us from our genuine peace Of which we harshly were summoned To suchly be summoned back. At last, when head on soft pillow lie, Hope, will get what is desired In a heavenly reality’s might.
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Meeting Janniel
When I first saw you in nightfield, Thought you were a usual human, Saw how a glowing you have unsealed, Thousands of fireflies I have seen. That tempted me to get closer to you, To understand how you illuminated the night, While with silent steps approaching to you, I waited for my innermost to give me a cue. What are these? What have you ignited? Why fires still hover in an empty air? I have never seen this, I was so benighted. With my ignorance I approached without being invited. Suddenly, I felt passing through water wall, What I saw just step ago changed in another step, Now livings changed to endless black hall, With infinite sparks enlighting that dreadful hall. Then my mind has reacted to what I see, "Welcome to our world" said the voice, With heartwarming laughter that was free From reproach, to uninvited guest, as he had foreseen. "This, my dear is our world as I said, I can make myself big or small. Don't be afraid to move and tread, As you don't have a power to be a threat." I roamed freely in a tightly compressed world, Naturally waved myself among these dust, My behaviour affected nothing in this dreamworld, As if transparent ghost was this world. "It is real, it is just you that lack ability", Then somehow world started to enlarge. After it stopped to and I recalled in fiery Our galaxy, Earth that was in vivacity. With both hands in a begging way, I moved my hands underneath the Sun, Lowered my cheek on it to pay Respect and get a kiss from the master of these rays...
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The Morning Moon
A balming wind of the morning rise, When Sun newly on the horizon rise, I see a Moon that is not aside, But slowly is fading in azure sky. The closest friend of Earth In nights, It blessings on us bequeth With lullingly voice to us had quethe Long ago: "Sleep my dears in my embrace!" For that we thank Moon in night, For precious peace and for a quiet, For soul and mind that is not excite, That we rest under your shining light. But to see you in the morning light Is strange for my eyes and mind. Not tired looking at your visage, Yet please shine in eventide. (Though you look marvelous in daylight time) P.S. I might have some grammar mistakes.
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The Owl
He, who in morning day is quite, The owl, the bird of vespertine The hunter of the night In folks tongue "the wise". He observes everything in the forest With his all rounding head. Will envy to his robust Patience and hearing a human head In forest nothing has changed. Creatures live as they used to live. The way they hunt never been rearranged And for food they never used to strive. In forest rarely human treads are seen. So, peacefully the wood, animals do sleep. Woods are not afraid as a woodpile to demean, Animals because of humans to weep. From the near village humans do come, But not all and not so often they are seen. The hunters step for their purpose, After taking they do abandon the scene. And so do the fishermen, mushroom-pickers and the others. For long do stay only those who escapes the smothers. Night time visitors have their own preference Compared to the guests of the day light time. Among nightfolks there are difference Of what they do in vespertine. The underage trod for bravery. After, they tell about their journey to their peers to impend How they left the forest in cursory As something happened that they cannot understand. Then, the lads that are not binded with marriage, But that are overwhelmed with love Try their lasses to encourage To leave parent's house for a time and under a nocturnal trees to belove. Some find a moonlight piercing place, So with songs and poetic words to share their love. Some try to find the darkest place, So no one could see how with moaning sounds they share their love. More older folks stay out of woodland, In house they have sweet talk with their spouses. The eldest folks gather the smallest for fairyland With tales of their own ventures and legends of the heroes. The owl sits and observes all of it Of what happens in the night. He silently catches the mice not only to eat He takes the information and their lives to abate, As mouse sneaks through every hole, He sniffs and sees what owl can't see And the owl wants to know all, For he can't without knowledge be. Animals come to owl for advice, But mostly nothing is heard in return. He seldomly stops the vice, Scarcely does something to change the turn. The owl rarely shares with his wisdom. He multiplies but it is locked for others. What is the worth of your wisdom When you don't share it with others?
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The vixen
The dark furred vixen In the solemn full moon night Covered in nocturnal nature self Escapes from the the stray dogs But just one wrong step And she is in cycle again Now the blood on her neck Goes down and drops from her leg With a stech of her wound And the reddened trail of her pad Lures already blood-thirsty hounds To play her last unwelcomed act Withered from blood and strength She leaves the forest and touches the glade Where the shining moon kisses her with the rays And calls her near to allay her pain She crawls to the horizon Where the promises awaits Without doubting the probity of luna Believing the sincereness of tales And here is the sound of terror heard She tries to escape from her own hearse But vixen is weak and she is slow Unlike chasing her bloody dogs She crawls till she gets trapped By the danger she was fleeing And now she gets stabbed And expires her last breathing She ment no harm for others Tried to hunt creatures in wilds And did not touch the domestic lairs So how she ended up here? The owl will tell! The owl observes everything in the night And tells the vixen what she will be up to night. But the reckless creature does not understand And continues to wander in her fairy land The night the owl have heard How stray hounds talked about the hunt And the next pray of their game Must have been the vixen that walks astray Now she tastes the bitterness of her mistake Mistake, that she will for her whole life disdain. She prays to have another chance. But can dead have or use a chance?
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(Without a name)
There are things that should not be told Things that should be hindered in a soul Things that should be covered on a cemetry stone Things that can be harmful to the world
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Nothing New
Guess what happened to me today? Nothing special from yesterday, Like the day before yesterday. Nothing happened to me today.
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Janniel (The Keeper of the Universe)
Have I ever seen a universe with all its grace, And every creature therein abides? Verily! I have seen everything and what therein abides. Withal! The very world of our Enchanter I have seen! The world of His is beautiful as our dream, No, much beauteous and supreme. And it changes while we highly of it deem Creating new masterpiece, that our fancy has not yet seen. While I walk among all of this wonders Even the worst is not kept asunder. On reverse! It complements this wanders. Even the pessimal have charms that is worthy to be seen I prefer His world and in His I want to be. Rather than of best world of a human being. Where lawlesness will always reign And under the mask of law it will prevail. I watch how You incite new art to appear And then you leave, so your art grows itself And after death of one, the new apears . How I am proud to be the observer of Your art!
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The Look
The eyes that looked full of wit Swapped its inquiry mien to me And with gaze read my mind, Leaving no secret inside of me. She kept looking and with it She drained my soul then moved by, She unlocked my heart and in it I felt a life that nearly died The heart started to enliven Recalling the times when I fairly smiled. She proved, there is a life after death. That proof: smile that has revived. Then she moved her eyes away And returned the stolen parts From which my heart was again confined, But not so strong as in the past.
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