Monday, June 29, 2015

Some old poetry I found

Riddle of Steel

I stand bare in front of the storm
No strength left but anger
My hands rust with blood
My vision gets dark, but the heat
From within raises steam in the wind
My voice is gone, I can only scream
I've lost my face, I am a beast
No thoughts but the void
No mercy, no love, no compassion
Only the weapon and the flesh
Bound together forever focused
By the will: I know the riddle of steel
With no fear I rush into battle
To never look behind
Only the misty horizon ahead
Sharp edges of the mountains
Salt of the ocean in the air
No rules, no promises, no fate
I know no other way
I need no reasons but to stand
To not be on my knees on any land

***

Avalanche 

Avalanche, feedback, chain reaction.
Liquid gas unchains from Neptune.
My factory starts a new production,
Movement carries ocean into a tune.

Reactor's bed was concrete.
Never reinforced, it had no fears.
Never intended to be split
By the shimmer of Neptune's tears.

Relation between celestial bodies
Reaches the critical mass, melting,
Setting free the rays for goddess.
Ongoing production, temple's ending.

A.K. 

Sunday, June 28, 2015

Within the reach of clasping fists

Within the reach of clasping fists
Yet quite never in their palms
Hidden by shadows and mists
Remembered in only few songs

Cloaks of hemlock intertwined
With hearts shining as sunrise
No compromises, with clear mind
They rush into battles, no disguise

Not to survive or lay their bones
But to taste the history’s nectar
As thorns adoring a wild rose
They pierce fear, bright as a star

To dissipate the enemies
And rise above the blooded ground
As one to conquer these
Shadows & raise from them a mound


A.K.

Saturday, June 27, 2015

Moonlight path on the water

Moonlight path on the water
So still, haunting cry of a loon
Would have pleased nature's daughter
As orange flames reach to the moon

Sun long time gone
No place for brightness
Until the night is gone
Careful subtleness

Walk in shadows deep and dark
Sing in whispers, dance in webs
Let the stars become a mark
Of ancient celestial steps

Feel the lake, silver and black,
Taste the air, viscous and cold,
Put a scarf around your neck
Let the northern night its secrets unfold

A.K.