Wer hat die Welt für unsere Seelen so fremd gemacht?
Wo sind sie hin, die Nächte die uns Verständnis brachten?
Wo die Tage, die Mitgefühl in unsere Gemüter flüsterten?
Wie wussten wir es, dass jeder Rausch zu Ende geht.
Wie wenig haben wir uns gewehrt?
Nun ist sie da - diese Welt:
Mit Menschen, die einem Schlachtplan gleichen,
stumm und beinah´ ohne Zweifel;
an etwas glauben, das ohne Mitempfindungen
sich als Nächstenliebe tarnt.
Nun sind sie durch Nebensächlichkeiten berauscht
und in der Unwirklichkeit stundenlang zu Haus´.
Ich fragte zu Beginn „Wer hat die Welt für unsere Seelen so fremd gemacht?
Nun weiß ich´s: es waren immer nur wir selbst.
Now go tell my people I will set them free,
So he went on his way to Egyptian ground,
He went with his brother, Israel to see,
Aaron his brother would verbalize his sounds,
He said through Aaron, GOD sent me to you to set your free,
It will not be easy but it's GOD's fight,
He showed them the signs for the people to see,
They were not sure though some were a freight,
Then he and Aaron went in to Pharaoh,
Pharaoh was of curious sort,
Then Aaron spoke let my people go,
I will not as he did retort,
So Moshe' and Arron showed hin GOD's signs,
And the Pharaoh's magicians did the same,
But Aaron snake ate the snaked the magicians sign,
then who would shoulder the blame.
E-very
M-ove
M-ade
A-nd
N-onstop
U-ppercut
E-mphatically
L-et
P-unches
A-ttack
C-hin
Q-uickly
U-sing
I-ntellect
A-gainst
O-pponent
Topic: Birthday of Senator Emmanuel D. Pacquiao (December 17)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
The letter X is quite complex, it may even be a hex or have special effects.
Check out the subject with respect to X.
There was a man who traveled the globe. When in other countries he would sleep in his clothes.
Terrified to disrobe. The doctors said, it had to do with the frontal lobe.
So they labeled hin a xenophobe. I'll no longer probe for the letter X has me vexed, it's quite perplexed.
Why is devil so heartless,
That he wrought all virtue valueless.
Why can't he let go of man to his own:
Why did he strived to mount the throne?
I've said 'I'll not do your will":
But you wouldn't stop poking me your meal.
Leave man to his own choice:
Don't get him into immorality by force.
17:22:12:20:59
____Lakota Language____
hey'api,
khuta wasma,
wankan tanka,
han,
In'anjinyo,
wayanka,
he ta'ku hwo?
tate,
maypiya,
hanhepiwi,
wicahpi,
wa,
wanji cet'an,
wanji,
wanji,
sung manitu,
tanka,
khuta wasma,
wiyakas,
hin,
nunpa cantes,
wanji nagi,
khuta wasma
_____ English Translation____
It Is said,
Below Deep Snow,
Great Mysteries,
Yes,
Stand Up,
Look,
What Is That?
Wind,
Cloud,
Sky,
Moon,
Stars,
Yes,
One Hawk,
One Wolf,
Below Deep Snow,
Feathers,
Fur,
Two Hearts,
One Soul,
Below Deep Snow.
~Vickie Thayer~
C-hin above your one hand
H-as been photographed Tuesday;
E-vening shadows disappear into the dark, blue, and gray.
F-og, haze, and mist
R-un away from you;
A-llowing thirty-first January to shine,
N-ew dawn breaks anew.
C-old chilling raindrop
I-s evading the land;
S-miling face has placed
C-hin above your
O-ne hand.
Look it's there, posing haar,
quite lofty an fair, nerve taking air;
hushed breeze only by you;
how wonderful thou care.
To spin an fin in vines bin,
an let thy heart pulse in hin;
To speak an write an start a fight
chug upon what puzzle i am in,
an flurr like air to fins mine gold;
from about to finish and hold
skips away from my bold air
how lucky a-holic air
i fear of e're.
sneezing flowers spread
the sperm of colours
carnivorous plants
trapping prey
green swamps polluted
global warming eleph-
ants in circus cane-
d stands on one hin-
d leg
we watch clappin-
g like jokers
Why set in gloom wild April now
Art thou not herald to the spring
And does that grave and low’ring brow
Beseem the sorts this hour should bring
Go; to the ocean of the past
With haste pursue thy dreary way
That cloudy face, that frosty blast
Might chill the opening blooms of May
Well may I wear a cloudy face
Well might I drop a parting tear
For though I opt the vernal race
I also close a fleeting year
Long wilt thou here in joy behold
The Christian sire amid blessings move
With mortal flame of earthly mould
But heart and spirit from above
Oft will thou hear the orphan sigh
A prayer for him who taught him prayer
Oft view the widow’s tearful eye
In rapture own his saving care
Mine is the dread and endless chill
The path but once by ages trod
Whilst blest and blessing he shall still
Perform to man the work of God
Another day, and I have been
Unlike thee, never more to be
For all I loved, and all I’ve seen
Shall rise again, but not for me
Another day for him shall weave
A wreath of many happy year
From hin to part well I may grieve
Well thou rejoice to keep him hear
Hin-mah-too-yah-lat-kekt, born at the close,
defeat your only destiny.
Thunder Rolling Down the Mountain, sometimes the strong
are chosen to fight the hopeless wars.
You began to lose before you rose;
they who called you Joseph
sought the land which held your father's body,
but you would not sell the bones of your father and mother.
Chief Joseph, they followed you a thousand miles.
You left your home,
but they would not let you go.
You fought with the frantic fury of the bush fire.
Thunder Rolling Down the Mountain, they caught you
but forty miles from your goal.
Your people broken, slaughtered, scattered.
Count the children, O Chief Joseph.
Hin-mah-too-yah-lat-kekt, they would not kill you.
The heart beats, the spirit dead.
The strong man born to bitter end.
"From where the sun now stands, I will fight no more forever."
T hin strands of DNA entwine to form the core of me.
A work in progress blooming on the loom of life.
P ain and plenty leave colored cords rough or soft.
E ndless moments of love and confusion shuttle
S eamlessly within the makers metaphoric hands
T umbling in a tumult of multi-colored tufts
R aised and sheltering is the garment of my life
Y outh an oft sought memory rushed to the calm of age.
Wiesen im Wellengang
Bäume wiegen sich hin und her
Wieder bebt die Erde
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Meadows in fast motion
Trees bend and swing to and fro
Again the earth quakes
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Praderas en oleaje
Árboles bullen de aquí para allá
La tierra tembla de nuevo
what a mundane world it will be
If we all live without his grace reccieve
For pain wolud be our gain
For we are not in the redemption train
No one to call upon when tempest arise
For sin and satan will ever chastise
No hope for tomorow nor grace to stand
For without hin is without his saving hand
A minuite of joy and tears of a million hour
Restlessness and troubles will abound for lack of his pow'r
No moment to have A glimpse his glorious radiance
Nor percieve his glory and etrenal fragrance
What a mundane world at the end will be
For those who lived without him.
Elvis is back in Memphis where it started;
his poor heart got sick from hurt,
and stopped beating
on August the sixsteenth...
the day it ended
for the rock idol!
Elvis's only and true devotion was Priscilla,
yes,it was Priscilla!
Elvis will remain
an american legend...
adored by all;
Priscilla will remember him
with deep grief;
even though life
has been unfair
to young Elvis,
we feel sorry,
yes, we feel sorry
for what it has done
to him over the years!
What that the prize he had
to pay for his fame?
Elvis is back in Memphis...
where lights and flowers adorn him;
Elvis is back in Memphis...
there thousands of fans bade hin good-bye!
Elvis is back in Memphis,
but his memory will live on...
and will give us inspiration;
Elvis is back in Memphis!
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