"Н" значит : Надежда [поэзия]
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Лайтбрингер Тимонг
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Неверующий

 Listen now, oh Never One, Hear me, your worthless son, Burn my soul, tie my eyes, Oh ... revenge my useless cries ! You are but excuse of God, Nothing good I've ever got, Nothing fair, nothing right, Pity "faith" won't cloud the mind. Pity faith will never help Cruel, foul, evil whelp ! Useless faith does not exist, And no more my sight will twist. I do see you very clear … Never-ever were you near, Far beyond the line of sight, Full of divine, useless might, Full of hatred, full of greed, On the suffering you've feed Like a monstrous, hellish beast ... No, no more my sight will twist ! The pleads, the begging, the despair... Were these calls not fully fair? What is else do you need To reply us, humans breed?! Why, why, why, for heaven's sake Have you brought us in your wake, Have abandoned long ago?! Leave me be, extinguish, go ! Disappear from my life, You are like a skinning knife Making wounds only deeper... You won't have me, butcher-reaper ! So be cursed, useless one, Die in mind of every son And be healed, like a fever, We don't need you, never-ever... But when my time for you will come I'll face you straight - and I won't run... For I am too a heaven's son, The one, who's free - the Faithless One.

Современная

The Modern One, I was a fool, The Heartless One, I was your tool, The Sunless One, I could be light ... I am yet again alone in night. You are the child of this age, I am an ancient, ageless sage, You are the youth in ages gold, I am immortal, very old. Behind my steps - the thousand lives, Behind success - the thousand tries, Behind my wings - the thousand dreams ... I have redeemed own sins. I am a star in darkest night And for myself I'm own guide, You are reflection, shining deep, You have no wings, you like to creep, You like to feed on own lacks - The child, full of epoch's bracks, I would prefer to leave you, rather, There is no fate for us together. You are the victim of your age, But time will break this golden cage, And time will teach you how to play With love of other, who’s your prey. With time you'll die in mind of mine, The time will help me not to pine, The time will be life's own sage, For I was born in the wrong age. So yet again I am behind, I am victim of my own mind, The time will help my heart unfreeze. There is no one. ... Or is there is ?

Цена

As time pass on the body dies, There are no ways to stop its cries, The fate will once stop rolling dice And past will measure pain's size. The past is painful, future's dark, The fate decides well whom to mark, That mark is curse and not a gift, Its pressure one will never lift. May it be called a Divine Hell ! You will not stop my holy gall, I will return you bits of pain And in its waters you I'll sain ! I swear that you shall soon feel That I do have my own will, And I wish stepping own way To all your plans I could say "nay" ! …But since the god is long no more, There is no one to blame for gore, There is no one to judge for pain And all the pleads will be in vain. It matters not if I survive - Myself of curse I will deprive, To find the painless way to sky ... The price for wings is truly high. As time pass on the body dies To free the spirit way to rise, It is the nature of that tolling That makes the dice of fate keep rolling.

Есть только боль

All I feel now is the pain, All my hopes were but in vain, And there is no one to blame... Damn it, have I gone insane ?! Will this be all just the same, Am I but a soul lame, Cursed to be left alone With no love, no hope, all prone? If I'm such a foul man - Then ignore me when you can, Never giving any hope, Never leaving me to mope ! Oh, my girl, but you insist... Yes, I’m able to resist, Yes, I may not surrender... Will that help, I truly wonder? Oh, I can bury my feeling And become the coldest being, "Normal" man without heart, Yes, I can resist you, but ... You will drop me soon enough Just to find the man that's tough - One, that's able to resist, One, whose heart will never twist. Trust me, I am used to this, I do have to pay my fees All in hope to find one day Only one, who won't say "nay", Only one, chosen for me... I will find her, you'll see ! But for now I won't resist, Have some pleasure, at the least... People all walk strangest ways, Passing by without trace, Hoping to find love one day And forget to say theirs "nay"...

Зимнее время

It was the time of retribution, Of thoughts all dying in confusion, It was one coldest winter day When sun had moved off the way. There is no hope for it to come And all illusions are now gone, The only thought that's left to pry Is endless question - "Why ? Why ? Why ?!" Why to ignore without answer ? Why hiding soul in the panzer ? Ignored ones now maybe few... Some day they’ll start ignoring you. Why to give hope ? There is no reason If you believe it to be treason, If heart belongs to other man Then answer "no" - that's better than ! Why to keep silence when one "no" - And hope will die without grow, And I won't ever bother you... Ignored ones ... are they but few ? I will not be that "spare haven" ! On death won't feast like bloody raven, I'll find another, truly sun... I am again in the run. The time will pass, I will forget Of winter sun that made me sad, Of heatless sun that did but hide And disappeared from the sight. And as for you, I will that tell - I'll say : "Goodbye. Fare Thee Well."

Мудрость

Who is the one to do things right, Who has the perfect future's sight And who has will to gain these ? Those ones who have - stand by now, please. No one believes he can be wrong Like weakling dreams that he is strong, Like loony states that he's all right - Just all the others aren't bright. Like that it's normal to believe That lonely men are always stiff, Divorced women are the stinkers … Yet all of us considered thinkers. Oh man, it's common to believe That death is the eternal grief, That life is such an endless race With wildly rising-dropping pace, That one should never be alone, That happy days already gone, And world will never be all right - Cause all the others aren't bright. And it's all known we possess The right to make some constant mess, We call it "freedom" by the way... That inborn right to fray and pray. I just won't say that these are wrongs … The hundred times it's sung in songs, The thousand times it's told by lives Of common folk who were just wise. I cannot say that they were right, For modern us they don't seem bright, Still they did not posses believes That are the source of endless grief. The one I call the truly wise Is that who has no prejudice, The one who has the clear sight, For only he will make things right. One day you'll act as you see fit And thus refuse some other's bid To make it way it ought to be, And once you've made it - you are free.

Гнев

My wrath is stronger than the will, The wrath is only what I feel And I will tear those apart Who dare mock my bleeding heart ! Move off my way, you jackal’s sons ! I'll smash your faces, laughing ones And I will teach you how to play With love and heart, with dream and pray ! You'll dare not to say it so Or soon you shall be ones in row, Or soon you'll play your final part And rest in peace in the graveyard ! I will bury those ones in tombs, Who dare be those dumbest lambs And will continue to persist In making this all-tortures feast ! My wrath is stronger than you all ! I may go down, I may fall, But I shall see you've paid your price With own pain without size ! I am no victim and no serf And for the kindness I won't starve, I will bury it from you all, You jackals soon will pay your toll ! The wrath, my wrath, it does descend, It is so hot ... like desert sand, And it's the desert in myself … I'm long too thirsty and do starve. But I won't drink my own tears, I'll throw away those fucked fears, I may be mad, I may be ill ... Move off my way - for I will kill !

Еще один

There were many, and were few, And each of them was somewhat new, Yet each was but another mew … So soon away I always flew. And I can't help but to forget How meeting each I was so glad, And how I then buried my hope... This endless quest will never stop. I was afraid to be alone, But long ago those fears gone. You know the bright sight of the thing? This search for you gave me one wing. Is that enough for endless fly Up to the heaven, up for sky, Or will I have to find that one That will be second wing to sun? Another one, another one ... Such cruel joke...that ain't fun ! Reborn each time, reborn and mope ! Oh god, will this quest ever stop ?! The wing has melted, feathers lost, I am no one, I am but ghost, Who thought of love as of life's mother And who for it is yet another. There were many, but so few, To be alone just isn't new, I thought of each as someone other... But each of them is yet another.