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Setha-Luonut: SethaTorstai 06.01.2011 16:05

Ja aina vain uudestaan
Sinuun tukeudun
Kuulen hengityksesi
Tunnen sydämesi
Ollaan ihan hiljaa vaan
Kauniita asioita ajatellaan
"Minä rakastan sinua"
"Niin minäkin sinua"
Jotain niin kaunista
Sanat ei pysty kuvaamaan
Jotain niin kaunista
Ei ole olemassakaan.
Wandering in aether planes

In these aether realms I wander.
Lost souls, spirits, unkept oaths beyond redemption.
I touched her blue aura, she turned and looked to my eyes.
But she had lost her personhood ages ago,
she was nothing but a lost soul, wandering in these realms free.
Colourful auras levitate past my snow-white aura like wind.
I could just let go of my earthly body
and float along these windy auras
and see the world beyond my imagination...
__________

Who has seen the tree, the tree
which holds great wisdom and the ability to be present reality and these realms?
The one which controls the balance on earth...
Who has seen those white glowing crystals
which hold the energy of these realms?
Those which destiny lays on the hands of the chosen...
Lake Nìunul
One misty morning the Crystal boats sail
on the cold lake trying to catch the falling birch leaves.
The mist droplets fall to the sky
and return as white doves
as I cool off my feet in the freezing water.
I hear only the tiny waves
which bump against the rocks
in this silence.

The mountain of Ferrdor

She used to be called Fandaan. Those great halls, forests, citadels in which she used to roam. Ruins, dusty ruins and forgotten scenery left. Their devotion washed away, but what was left of them? Hate, anger, vindictiveness... Mutilated beasts and souls without freedom. She keeps wandering astray in this snowy mountain which used to be her home. She prays her, the devout Wich, to free her soul from the sorrow and anger, but there is nothing which can be done for the sake of this atrocity. They all are doomed...

On the edge
Here lies the wintery world.
Here the pines gather falling snow and here the land is filled with snowbanks
which pour over the edge.
Here I stand at the edge of earth and ask myself
why not step to the nothingess which lies before me.
Will my dreams ever become real then?
Fayna'rìng aapxa, mìa oe nì'awtu tìran, kefto lu.
Kaatxkxe kä oe si ngeyä kxuke kelkuru.
Fìatxkxe ameyp eoe lu nerekx wätaw.
Ayutral lu vawm, tawìl lu vawm si fìtìvawm virä kxitx alìm.
Oel rol tìrolit fpiyawne oeyä,
tì'i'avay krrä...



(ps. että ikinä arvaa mitä
tässä runossa snotaan, vaikka
kuvasta saa hieman vihjettä >:D )

Blazing-embersHollow book, chapter 4Luonut: Blazing-embersKeskiviikko 13.10.2010 04:30

No more than a tear, a waterless drop of life, trickles down to the
bottom of the dale and begins to grow as a sequoia.
You bend the boughs of the tree which frees the pale dead limbs onto your arms.
Another tear, a inhumane bleeding tear falls to the ocean without meaning of mellow hopes.
Falls to the deep ocean...
Does she ever forgive the atrocity?
Shall she ease her will of despise to your deeds?
Will the winds carry you to the horizon, to the sky and into the void of forgotten minds?
Unto the void...
On the arms of the tree, it cherishes you to slumber on its branches.
The foliage soughs with the wind singing a hymn to your forlorn fate.
Third tear falls, a tear with hope and humanity. Into the soil, through the roots
and into the colossal tree it voyages. And up to the sky...
Up in the sky it sways and falls asleep.
You see the light, light, the shining light in distance...
No more tears, fears and everlasting years.
On the sandy shores you walk, walk a long way to the lonely sequoia.
The last tear falls from the sky...


Sosiaalinen kokeilu. ;P
Pray for her, the Spiritess of melancholia,
the embodiment of dejection. For her eternal
tears and endless sorrow.
Throw your love and delight to the
purgatory and let it moan and languish.
Dream the everlasting dreams of sad nightmares
which shall flood your tide of joy away.
Pine for your lost,
the longing of your beloved.
Let your zest for life drain away in silence
and receive the blessing of the melancholia.
Woes shall be your only pleasure in this cold reality.
When the perfect day dawns, you shall demise yourself
to the mourning and the Spiritess of melancholia, the embodiment of dejection.

Käännettynä:
Rukoile häntä, Melankolian Hengetärtä,
alakuloisuuden ruumiillistumaa.
Hänen loputtomia kyyneliä
ja loppumatonta surua.
Heitä rakkautesi ja iloisuutesi
kiirastuleen ja anna sen vaikertaa ja riutua. Uneksi
päättymättömiä surullisia painajais unia, jotka on tulviva
sinun ilon virtasi pois.
Ikävöi sinun
menetettyä, rakkaimpasi
kaipuuta. Anna elämänilosi kuihtua pois
hijaisuudessa ja otaksu melankolian siunaus.
Murheet on oleva sinun ainoa nautinto tässä
kylmässä todellisuudessa. Kun täydellinen paivä koittaa,
sinun luovutettava itsesi suruun ja Melankolian Hengettärälle, alakuloiduuen ruumiillistumalle.

Jufdadon't know whyLuonut: JufdaKeskiviikko 29.09.2010 06:11

I have everything I need
I don't have anything I want
'cos when I get what I want
I just want some more
Never getting enough
Full of hope though

Anyway I'll live my life my own way
Searching the meaning of life
All the time
Afraid of finding it
Afraid of missing it
Trying to understand
Trying to be free

HuiskahäntäPisaraLuonut: HuiskahäntäMaanantai 14.06.2010 04:07

pisara

pisara

miksi valut?
miksi et nouse ylös?

käen kukkuessa rytmiä
ropisevat ne kattoon,

kaikki

itkien
itken

alla

mietin,
voiko tyhjyys sataa.


Suutelemalla
se kietoo minut alas

valuen pitkin pintojani
sisintäni

olen osa lehtiä,
jotka tarjoavat pinnan,
mistä pisarat rytmissä putoilevat

ja luonto naurahtaa.

HuiskahäntäSaniaisetLuonut: HuiskahäntäMaanantai 14.06.2010 04:04

Sateinen yö

rungot runkoja vasten
unessa maan alla

Saniaisetkin kukkivat

minä en