Sõnale path leiti 13 luuletust
Is it life or is it love?
What is life and what is love?
It is below as is above.
We can cry a thousand tears.
Or we can wait a hundred years.
We could sail the seven seas
and climb above the highest trees.
We would laugh and we would cry.
With life itself among our side.
Take my hand and we shall go.
To touch the sands, to touch the snow.
At night the moon shall make our way.
So in the dark, we will not stray.
A hundred years I will commit.
To make the road we walk stay lit.
A tiny thing I ask of you.
To me and us will you be true?
Koostöös genie'ga III **
In a world of ambition,
she stands tall,
A workaholic spirit,
giving her all,
With determination and strength in her stride,
She paves her own path,
where dreams coincide.
she possesses a fiery will,
A tenacious soul,
refusing to stand still,
Driven by passion,
she conquers each goal,
Her spirit unyielding,
a force to behold.
Her love for her father,
unwavering and true,
A bond that's enduring,
a love that grew,
His guidance and wisdom,
like a guiding light,
Nurturing her spirit,
through day and night.
Yet amidst her journey,
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,
healing forces of the mother divine
i will bow to you gracefully
in this peaceful evening of thougts
that crawl in my head(s)
different parts, differents faces
all they whisper the same
don't be attached to the drama,
do not drain your energy
that has nothing to offer"
grandparents struggle hard
just to find that
some cherry are not worth for picking
cause its already ripe
all we have
in this midst of universe
are the stars and the moon
who told us many years before
what is on our path
and what isn't
so choose wisely
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 .....
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!
Life is a deception with bewitching longing
Life is a deception with bewitching longing
That’s why she’s so strong
What with your rough hand
Fatal writes letters.
I always close my eyes
I say: “Only disturb my heart,
Life is a deception, but sometimes it is
Decorates with joys a lie.
Face the gray sky
Fortune telling on the moon
Calm down mortal and don't demand
The truth that you do not need. "
Good in bird cherry blizzard
To think that this life is a path
Let the easy friends deceive
Let easy friends change.
Let me caress with a gentle word
Let the tongue be sharper than razors, -
I live long read .....
On the jorney of sacred path,
I met the mighty wraith.
So I turned down to saints and angels,
to accepted the life of deepest depths.
There`s world of the greatest growth,
There`s Love, which saddens me not!
There`s progress, which grows me most.
Also, I can freely raise the toast.
...in spite of everything lost, I can say
I did Love You the most!
But what was that cost?
Hey, I`m never again to be lost ! - Janek
It was not so long time ago,
when my sky did shed its skin.
World collapsed and crushed everything I held so dear,
I did felt, that end was near.
Anger goes its own way, and probably this sadness too,
You know, You´ve got Your lesson,
not to fuck around, with peoples person!
Walk Your path and let me be.
You know I held You,
like no one before,
You know I Loved You,
like maybe no one after...
But theres still hope and a dream,
of a red headed Queen,
Who do have a heart of unbelievable burn
I am willing to trust and maybe to fall, for Her beautiful call. - Janek V.
My wounds are deep,
can't get any sleep.
All I do is weep,
all our memories I keep.
Trying to move along,
listening to our song.
Living life wrong,
sadness stretched too long.
Coping with this pain,
nothing to gain.
Crying in the rain,
laying in painful vain.
A never-ending path,
Tears fill the bath,
this is the aftermath.
A big price I paid,
onto the railroad I laid.
I'm a worthless maid,
who needs a ton of aid.
Myself is all I hate,
the hour is once again late.
Death is my certain fate,
but also a freedom gate.
Fucked up, I let myself .....