Sõnale war leiti 35 luuletust
Rise Against - Hero Of War
Ta ütles: "Poeg, kas sa oled maailma näinud?
Noh, mida sa ütleksid, kui ma ütleksin, et saaksid?
Kanna lihtsalt seda relva, saad isegi palka."
Ma ütlesin: "See kõlab päris hästi"
Mustad nahast saapad, nii kirkalt läikiv
Nad lõikasid mu juuksed maha, kuid see näeb hea välja
Marssisime ja laulsime, kõik saime sõpradeks
Kui me õppisime võitlema
Sõjakangelane
Jah, see minust saab
Ja kui ma koju tulen
Nad on mu üle kuradi uhked
Ma kannan seda lippu
Hauda, kui pean
Sest see on lipp, mida ma armastan
Ja lipp, mida ma usaldan
Lõin jalaga ukse sisse, karjusin käs .....
Who's who
Biggest nazi on these days
biggest danger biggest threat
Putin walks on nazi ways
Sergei is only faithful pet
Against the russians they own will
he sends the soldiers brother-kill
he doesnt think he doesnt care
what is the cost you have to clear
Russian nation big and proud
please dont play and take him down
take his insane smile and crown
russian peole big and proud
Russian mates you need no war
take him jail and slam the door
there is no need to kill your friends
you better take him- and that ends
Whos the nazi- its the word
that means someone against some will
.....
Shedding
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.
Star Treck - Picard
Patrick Steward, mine juba pensionile
on saastaks jäänud sinu näitlemine
tehtud mingi mõtetu sari
Star Trecki katab hale vari;
actionit liiga palju
ning näitlejad teevad labaseid nalju
puudub kunst ja tõsimeel
igasugu igavust on loo teel;
sureb liiga palju tegelasi
ning CGI on nagu ei tea misasi
vanasti StarTreck tundis vaataja ootusi
ning Picardi seriaal lubas lootusi;
valed autorid on kirjutamas
nostalgiat ja šõu vaimu matmas
pole rarku inimesi seriaalis
ikka pahalane oma tahet praalis
peategelane, Picard on nagu nõrk vanake
pole kunagi ilus ta kiilas peak .....
Ise teen reeglid
Ära lammuta nüüd
igat teadvuse kihti,
mida näed enda ees avanemas
see on nagu software upload, update
pole vaja, pole vaja
liiga palju infot
kas kõike seda vaja?
Kanalina kasutada...
Abiellun ja armastan millal tahan,
sellel ei ole daatumit ega "parim enne" möödumiskuupäeva,
kuigi seda pidevalt korrutavad teised, et tüdruk kiirusta,
valikud lõppevad otsa ja soodusmüük on just täna!
Aga ma ei allu käskudele
Olen liialt isepäine
Kunstnik võib-olla
See siiski
Mad Max
Mad Max'il oli tema koer
ja tema auto,
see auto ei olnud välimuselt just kõige
suurem asi,
kõige olulisem just kapoti all sel oli
Ma ei räägi uuest Mad Max'st,
sest see mulle eriti ei meeldinud
Ma räägin Road Warriorist
ja esimesest,
Mel Gibson'iga -
need minu lemmikud
Just Toecutter'il
ja Humunguse'l
olid ülesblingitud
pannid,
mis ei olnud midagi muud,
kui lihtsalt mannekeenid
Eks sama kehtib ka praeguses
ühiskonnas,
kehkenpüksidele meeldib igasugune sära,
nagu harakatele
Meant to Be
I am not a mountain top
Reaching towards the sky
I am not a fountain drop
Watering what's dry
I am not a birch tree branch
With birds and buds on braids
I am not an ocean tide
Creating giant waves
I am silent, deep and slow
I am not that big
I'm a root of dark and light
You have to feel and dig
I am silent, deep and slow
I am not that wide
I'm a root of dark and light
And love
That's meant to hide
/Mari Uri/
Summer Memory
The door ajar, I stood at point of day,
Tiptoe for you and with awakened eyes.
The suns gold slipper trod the gravelled way,
The grasses spilled their dews in glad surprise-
And then you came out of a mist of flowers
That clung and swayed like knots of butterflies!
When afterwards we two, in softened hours,
Walked through the fields of rye all red for reaping,
I felt as if my heart obeyed new powers:
The old in me seemed either dead or sleeping,
And as I glimpsed the poppies fluttering fire,
An eager pleasure set my pulses leaping.
And you, these sang, could give me my desire.
Night
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,
Breaks: .....
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 .....
Life goes
It is so funny, how life really goes.
The older you get, the faster it shows.
We had our moments, of love and of war.
Chose our battles, but tell me what for?
Words that we spoke and things that we did.
Sometimes the loudest, but sometimes we hid.
All that was special, to you and to me.
Made up my story, so damn vividly.
my heart to you
I'm scared of falling love
I saw darkness in her beauty
She saw beauty in my darkness
She freed me from my heart
But I'm still trapped inside of conscious
There's no way to say this poems about someone else
Every time you're not in my arms
I start to lose myself
Every night, I fell in love
But no one else could lift me high above
I don’t know what I was doing
Nowadays, I cannot find her
I want your hair , I want your disease
I want your everything as long as it's free
I want your love, love, love, love
I want your love
Trying not to freak when you look at me.
Gotta .....
Schwartz
Mis teha, kui kõht koriseb
ning seisad avalikus kohas?
soolestik torkab ja väriseb
sees gaasikogum vohas;
oli vaja avalikult lasta kärtsa
see päev hästi ei alga
kas tunned seda Schwartza
jooksmas mööda su jalga?;
enda arust peeretasid vaikselt
nüüd pellerise põgenedes teed teistele mükse
taandu rahva seast silmapilkselt
kusagil peab vahetama aluspükse;
püksiriie lekib ja haiseb
nagu baleriin, kikivarvukil vaja joosta
rahvas õnnetust pealt vaatab
pärakust kinni hoides annab päästa?;
loodame, et WC - paberit jätkub
kõhulahtisus ohvrit vahet ei tee
e .....
Kopikad ja tühjad pudelid
Oli kord aeg mil silmad avasin;
nüüd aga vaadates tagasi;
enamiku aja olin pilves ja magasin;
kõigest kõike teadjana arvasin;
kuid olin nagu kõik teised; parasiit;
Endiselt häbematult alasti madratsil;
Ehk pole miski väga muutunud;
Ehk see parasiitlus on juurdunud;
Nüüd vähemalt olen jultunum;
Ütlen julgelt välja mis juhtunud;
Enam lohutavat ega ikka ei uskunud;
Pigem vibutan näpuga ja tähtsusetut tähtsustan;
Kui mulle midagi ei meeldi; siis võib alata märul ka;
Kahju, et pole päris Schwartz, Vang Tamme;Staloone;
Vaid kalts Lamp parm sajandist ime punni jalas ba .....
ode to hip hop
I've decided to take destiny into my own hands
You probably can't understand but for me life is bland
And I have this constant hollow feeling
Days are cold, dark and filled with sorrow
Raining clouds from under my ceiling
Dealing with it all would take a person very strong
By the time you hear this I will be gone
Along with my existence will be a way of life for many
I gave some substance, knowledge
And in returned was used to make a petty penny
They've defeated my purpose, deleted my work
Cheated me, seated me underground and wound up bringing me to the surface
They corrupted my .....
Wow-wow, this pleasure race went through my veins and straight to core
Sincere and warm, sensual and slightly crafty
This venturesome adventure, made myself to go, bit beyond.
Behind my pain, open up a bit
Hahaa, just to gain another fucking hit
To free fall and drown
But then again I´ll rise and play the fire games.
All those times I´ve been afraid, now I spit to this two-faced kind
It felt so good, it relieved the blablabla inside my brain.
Its such a gain, but shame on me if I wont again regain....
1042017 Janek V.
Consiousness
Aphrodisiac, silent
yet subtle.
Powerful vibrations of inner warmth
disrupts the reality.
Soft colours of just a touch,
connected by the roots of
eternity
A journey in to the abyss
from what an firebird reunites with the world.
Common sense of chaos and disorder...
Play it with an tape recorder.
