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Записки Безымянного [поэзия]

Лайтбрингер Тимонг

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Записки Безымянного [поэзия] - Лайтбрингер Тимонг - Страница 2

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Зверь внутри

Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide,

And pain now serves as some sort of rite

With no means to heal the tortured soul …

There is but no cure for things that are foul.

No target to strike, no foe to fight …

That doesn't look good, that cannot be right!

And all of the might have too died within,

It sank in the void and cannot be seen.

Nowhere to go, no reason to live...

Until it's gone you will never thrive,

You might gnaw it through - yours life golden cage,

But that'll only feed this beast's endless rage.

You cannot escape, you may only hide,

But this beast can wait - for he is your Pride,

It may sleep for long in souls like sky,

But he is eternal - and thus cannot die.

You will once submit, you cannot resist,

For will long have gone, for road always twist...

It will be the greatest and fiercest beast

For ones lost in fog, for those lost in mist.

And one day your eyes you will sacrifice

To obey his orders in search of a prize,

You will start to live in dreams of your size

Once your foul Pride will be on the rise.

Stop running for now, and face him alone -

And face him in battle, face him being prone,

Face him being poor, face him being rich,

And have once the courage to lay him in siege!

You cannot escape, you may only hide,

But this cannot help - for he is inside.

Once being awoken it will bite and tear,

And what is the worst - he sleeps just so near…

Освободиться

Can you hear my voice? I shall speak of your choice,

Of the bonds you've been given, of unreachable heaven,

Of the freedom you've lost to become nameless ghost,

Of the life you do live, helping prison to thrive.

Can you hear me now? You are one in a row,

Perfect soldier in all but to find own goal,

But to follow your mind which is gone with a wind,

And to find own path, being "I" and not "Us",

Being one in a crowd, stepping your own road

And ignoring comment, that thus safety does end.

One, who wants to break free, one, who wants to be man,

Needs willpower to see - he's a slave now and then,

Moving predefined ways, speaking his usual "nays",

Watching all-common faces, racing other ones’ races.

Never will slavery end, never will prison break

Till you find inner land - and the willpower you seek.

Will you hear me now, being one in a row?

It's your mind who'll break free - and one day that you'll see.

Огненный Меч

I have been given flaming blade

To pierce night and fight with shade,

And it is glowing with that fire

The source of which is my desire.

It has seen war, it knows of peace,

It chopped heads, it burned grease,

And it executed swift death,

For some it's curse, for others bless.

It has severed diseased limbs,

It has exposed others’ sins,

It was a torch for ones in dark,

Cut out exit to those stuck.

It settled disputes in the world,

It used to touch the right heart's chord,

Its clang alone can make heart brave,

And it is lost for those who rave.

It is engulfed in the flame

And thus can make its wielder lame,

It brings uncommon sort of fame

Which clears heart and grants no shame.

Yes, I can feel its heat in hands ...

This blade has traveled many lands

And many battles it has seen,

Those armed with it destined to win.

It's a reflection of a Word,

Which always touches rightist chord

And purifies its victim's heart ...

Eternal justice, friend and guard.

Он внутри

He is inside, and he is within,

He is enslaved and cannot be seen,

He is alive, and yet he is dead,

He is a joy, but now he is sad.

You've searched beyond for millennia years,

You've praised his name in your salty blood tears -

And thus he became the punishment tool,

And you have become a ritual fool.

But still you all hope to see him one day

And listen to what this one has to say…

He might and he would, he did and he does,

Wrong place you search still where he never goes.

But turn off your mind and let silence reign,

And listen to what your heart would be saying …

And then lost yourself - what did not exist,

Your mind would be pure, your sight wouldn't twist.

You'll hear the voice, silenced for so long,

True part of yourself with such a strange tongue.

For he is within, but rare to find...

You'll know this one day -

Your God is inside.

Я не пастух, я не лакей

I am a light in the darkest night,

I am a stone on the road that is right,

I am a mead in a sorrow's potion,

I am but a tear in a life’s ocean.

I am not one to follow,

I am not one to blame,

And my pass won't be sorrowed,

Thus I don't feel ashamed.

I am not of the chosen,

I am not of the right -

I am just but a mortal

Who is simply not blind.

And I don't see the future,

And I can't alter souls,

I am but a life's teacher

Who has no selfish goals.

And as long as I'm here

Standing fast, holding ground,

You may not have the fear

For new life is around.

All to see you are happy

Lightened ones, helping others,

So one day in the long last

I can call you “my brothers”.