Sõnale from leiti 56 luuletust
from LOVE to TRAGEDY
I'm here again
A thousand miles away from you
A broken mess, just scattered pieces of who I am
I tried so hard
Thought I could do this on my own
I've lost so much along the way
As I sit and make my list
Thinking about the years I've missed
As the tear falls from my eye
I know the reason why I cry
Self-destruct, spiral down
Until your want becomes your need
Until I get up like I know I can
Or forever love the fall
Maybe I should just fall
And leave the world and lose it all
And if that's what you need
To finally see
I loved you through it all
Bring on the pills, rol .....
Parents, think about it..
Have you ever think about,
what your doing to them..?
How your word hurts,
have you no shame..?
We all take it in difference ways,
some may defend, some may cry.
Wanna know, what they do or try
or you don't care at all..?
Parents should support their little ones...
THEN WHY YOU MAKE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN YOUR KIDS!!!
Loving one than the other,
youth needs to be counted...
Have you realised, how she feels,
when she sees sibling getting all,
but you gave her the cold shoulder
and she feels so left out...
Have you think about it,
what they do behind your back..?
They might .....
Родное место – там,
Где суждено появиться,
Останется оно неизменным,
Но родным стать так же заявило,
То, куда по прежним следам,
Выдан шанс тотчас отдалиться,
И всякий раз переродиться…
Laiali laotub mu tee jällegi sinna,
Sinna, kus viimati ma uitasin,
Kahjuks korraks jätan,
Sind enda olekust ilma,
Sinu võlu ei läinud minust mööda,
Sina, nagu alati mu õnnehetki vöötad,
Viid mind hädast välja,
Kustutad mu muresid,
Koostöös genie'ga II **
In the realm of perfection,
a man so divine,
He embodies virtues,
a radiant sign,
As a husband, he's steadfast,
a rock by your side,
With love that's unwavering,
a forever abide.
A dog owner,
with a heart so kind,
Nurturing his furry friend,
a bond intertwined,
He understands their spirit,
their loyal embrace,
A love that transcends,
in every doggy chase.
In the depths of spirituality,
he finds his core,
Seeking wisdom and peace,
his spirit does soar,
Connected to something greater,
a divine presence near,
Guiding his steps,
Manic Street Preachers - If You Tolerate This Your Children Will Be Next
The future teaches you to be alone
The present to be afraid and cold
"So if I can shoot rabbits then I can shoot fascists"
Bullets for your brain today
But we'll forget it all again
Monuments put from pen to paper
Turns me into a gutless wonder
And if you tolerate this then your children will be next
And if you tolerate this then your children will be next
Will be next, will be next, will be next
Gravity keeps my head down
Or is it maybe shame
At being so young and being so vain
Holes in your head today
But I'm a pacifist
I've walked La Ramblas but not with real intent
She's the strongest of them all,
never lets her disguise fall.
Never even trying to be covert,
when they're begging her to be overt.
She's afraid of letting people in,
but she let in the boy from the inn.
He broke the ice
and said freefall is the choice.
Draw the heart, and embrace the photo.
Feeling exploited, I burned the pulps.
From matches emerges a forest fire.
Getting scared, the water appears.
Around the jungle arises the river.
Beautiful blossom flower trees and sun,
Turned into cold ashes after hotness as fire.
Now everything is messed up.
I am a mess, an idiot and a loser
I can trust none around us.
Pretty sure his losing affection.
I can't fondness myself, I am embarrassed.
I burned the forest and tore the infatuation.
How can I forgive myself when I hurt them.
The therapist said, take a sapling
and spread the em .....
I have never burned
Like this before
Should I go on with it
I'm not quite sure
But baby please
Don't let me go for good
There's something else
Now must be understood
My crown is in the heavens
My feet are in the earth
My heart is everywhere
While giving holy birth
You told me once
We are together in this all
I believe you now
There's no sky
From you are
Supposed to fall
ONE HAPPY DAY
I have seen the darkness
Very closely -
Blurry eyes, poor vision, empty sight...
I have done a loving act from distance,
Now the very darkness seems so
I want my Baby walking by me
Hand in hand,
Would like to show and teach him ways
The life is beautiful...
And wish one happy day he makes
The safest land',
Still remembering the flight and
Steps on cloudy sand
Over the garden the moons tide tumbles;
Shrubs are shaken by gusts and tremblings;
Pathways ribbon with sudden dissemblings
Towards the threshold where false foot stumbles.
Out of the soil of midnight, tender,
Lift my arms white tendrils and, weaving,
Motion to someone shadowy and absent,
Someone who tarries somewhere, perhaps may not be existent.
Oh, do I fear the days of torrid splendour,
Nights full of flowers? Oh, do I fear when I see that
These would not yield to the ultimate depths of my choosing?
My heart is breaking little by little
As a ripe pomegranate, skin parched brittle,
Christmas Greetings 1941
I walk the silent, Christmas-snowy path,
that goes across the homeland in its suffering.
At each doorstep I would like to bend my knee:
there is no house without mourning.
The spark of anger flickers in sorrow's ashes,
the mind is hard with anger, with pain tender:
there is no way of being pure as Christmas
on this white, pure-as-Christmas path.
Alas, to have to live such stony instants,
to carry on one's heart a coffin lid!
Not even tears will come any more -
that gift of mercy has run out as well.
I'm like someone rowing backwards:
eyes permanently set on past -
backwards, yes - yet reach .....
Ema portree Portrait of my Mother
See on mu ema portree. This is a portrait of my mother.
Käed tööväsimusest vajunud sülle. Hands sunk in her lap from work-weariness
Ja mina kusagil tühjas ruumis And I somewhere in empty space
hüplev alp harakas a conceited, hopping magpie
laia taevalaotuse all. under a broad sky.
Prillid on kukkunud lahti löödud raamatule. Her glasses have fallen on to the knocked-open book.
Suur Jumal hoia mu poega. Great Lord, look after my son.
Vihm vasardab vast .....
Infinite progressions of blue gradually shade
into an Estonian childhood, my father's eyes,
the fragrant beehive of a paneled veranda
where I caught first the form of radiant windows
and my language, Finno-Ugric, not Indo-European,
a marvel of music and breathtaking brevity.
The same vowel harmonies took me later
to the labyrinthine lakes of Finland
which mirror similar constellations of the soul,
where just a transparency separates
heaven from earth, salmon leap
right through your heart, and you soon know
where the world ends and how and why.
A piece of ice tells it, so does polished glass,
If it was so
If your eyes could really see,
would you see what comes to be?
If mirrors would show us our fate,
would you stare and take the hate?
If love was given all to free,
Would it mean so much to me?
If true lovers never met,
Would they be a hopeless wreck?
If you could only do what's right,
Would we distinguish day from night?
If life was endless and controlled,
Would you always act as told?
If you stopped and walked away,
What would really make you stay?
If you could have all you wanted,
Would you give up all you have?
If you love your eternal existence.
Or survive the darkest of days.
Then relive your path of resistance.
And follow up on what it says.
We all yearn for love and respect.
We want our voices to be heard.
Each other we must not neglect.
From one another is much to be learned.
The world will tremble and fall.
If you show them the strongest of might.
Now hear the loudest of call.
And set your story straight!