O pretty flower
What have you done to me
I’m in your power
Always holding thee
Intoxicating beauty
I grasp with all I can
Yet thorned and vicious
You cut into my hand

Twas first delicious
But now I understand
As the blood coagulates
And my heart suffocates
better to let you go
and stop my blood to flow
yet poison will remain
antidotes are vain
yet I cant stand the pain

of holding you forever



the dragon has been cast out
crappy breakup poetry written
accompanying stupid image found

everythings is as it should be again, it seems

The Husaria cavalry often referred to as "The Winged Cavalry" was the pride and glory of the Polish Military from 1550 to 1683. They were an elite fighting force earning one third more salary than that of the other enlisted men. They were offered political offices, titles, many privileges and even land after six years of service. Many of the sons of the highest born nobility were enlisted in the Husaria as well. Only those who demonstrated great fighting and equestrian skill were accepted.

For over a century, the Husaria were the lords of the battlefield, delivering the decisive blow in many an important engagements; at Kircholm (1605) 4,000 Poles accounted for 14,000 Swedes, at Klushino (1610) 6,000 Poles (of only 200 were infantry) defeated 30,000 Muscovite and 5,000 German and Scottish mercenaries, at Gniew (1656) 5,500 Polish cavalry defeated 13,000 Swedes and outside Vienna (1683) the Husaria saved Europe from the, until then, unstoppable might of the Ottoman Empire.

"It would be futile to tell of the grandeur and beauty of this cavalry; to speak of their costumes, their tall lances with long pennants, their tiger skins and exquisite horses with saddles, stirrups and reins dripping with gold, embroidery and precious stones; to do so would only diminish their beauty. It is a chivalry that has no equal in the world; without seeing it with your own eyes, its vigour and splendour is impossible to imagine"

-Italian envoy Cosimo Brunetti, after witnessing Sobieskis coronation parade in 1676

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Polish_hussars

oh if i was only born a little earlier...

" I've always thought that it's a beautiful and sublime state of the soul, noble and worthy, even if it's the cause of unhappiness. I've written so many ballads about it. But it is organic, Geralt, cruelly and sharply organic. This way one can only feel when sick, somebody who drank poison. For like someone who drank poison, one is prepared for anything in exchange for the antidote. Anything. Even humiliation." - Essi Daven


[...]Dandelion, staring at the smoldering campfire, still sat there for a long time, alone, silently poking the strings of his lute. It began with a few bars, from which a shapely melody eventually culminated. The verse, matching the melody, was created along with her, the words melting into the music, remaining there like an insect in golden-transparent lumps of amber.
The ballad told of a certain witcher and a certain poet. Of how the witcher and the poet met on the seashore, among the cries of gulls, how they fell in love at first sight. Of how strong and beautiful their love was. Of that nothng, not even death, was capable of destroying that love and separate them.
Dandelion knew that few would believe the story which the ballad narrated, but he didn't care. He knew that ballads were not written to be believed, but to move hearts.
A few years later Dandelion could change the content of the ballad, write what really happened. He didnt do it. The real tale wouldnt move anyone. For who would like to hear that the witcher and Eyelet parted ways, and never saw eachother again, not once? That four years later Eyelet died in a plague outbreak in Visima? That he, Dandelion, carried her in his arms from the piles of corpses waiting to be burned and buried her far from the city, in the forest, lonely and peaceful, and with her, just as she requested, two things- her lute and her blue pearl. The pearl, with which she never parted.
No, Dandelion stuck to the first version of the ballad. But he never sang it to anyone. Ever. To anyone.
As morning drew near, still in darkness, a crazed and hungry werewolf snuck up to the camp, but saw that it was Dandelion, so he listened for a while and left.


Both fragments from the Witcher short story "A Bit of Dedication", one of the best love-shit i've read in quite some time, and the only (albeit dark) fantasy i've ever read. And one of the few witcher stories still left untranslated (in english).

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We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far.

As a foulness shall ye know Them. Their hand is at your throats, yet ye see Them not; and Their habitation is even one with your guarded threshold.

He enjoys life -- as do all who are spared the curse of intelligence.

I can't get interested in it -- it doesn't even bore me enough to take my mind off other boredoms.

They live...
In your dreams
they Are born...
Of your crying...
Silver...
(?) eternal
In its eyes...
The sea shines...
Feels...
In its song
The crying...
Of its solitude...
They dance...
In silence
Slaves... Of its dreaming...


- Kto ty jesteś?
- Polak mały.
- Jaki znak twój?
- Orzeł biały.
- Gdzie ty mieszkasz?
- Między swemi.
- W jakim kraju?
- W polskiej ziemi.
- Czem ta ziemia?
- Mą ojczyzną.
- Czem zdobyta?
- Krwią i blizną.
- Czy ją kochasz?
- Kocham szczerze.
- A w co wierzysz?
- W Polskę wierzę.
- Coś ty dla niej?
- Wdzięczne dziecię.
- Coś jej winien?
- Oddać życie.


1. I have learned -
That sometimes the people
you expect to kick you
when you are down
will be the ones to
help you get back up.

2. I have learned -
That just because someone
does not love you the way
you want them to
does not mean
they dont love you
with all they have.

3. I have learned -
That maturity has more to
do with the experiences you have
had and what you have learned
from them and less to do with
how many birthdays you have
celebrated.

4. I have learned -
That no matter how good a friend is,
He or she is going to hurt you every
once in a while and you must
forgive him or her for that.

5. I have learned -
That it isnt always enough
to be forgiven by others.
You have to learn to forgive
yourself.

6. I have learned -
That no matter how badly
your heart is broken the
world doesnt stop for
your grief.

7. I have learned -
That background and circumstances
May have influenced who we are,
but we are responsible for who
we become.


Płynie, bimber płynie, po polskiej krainie,
a dopóki płynie, Polska nie zaginie {bis}
Bimber, bimber, bimber dajcie,
a jak nie to spierdalajcie.



A true man hates no one.

Among those who dislike oppression are many who like to oppress.

The human race is governed by its imagination.


I wept blood. I caught the tears in a cup and drank them. When I looked up from my drink of sorrow, the archangel Gabriel, gentle Gabriel, Gabriel Lord of Mercy appeared to me. The archangel Gabriel said unto me, "Son of Adam, Son of Eve. Behold the mercy of the Father is greater than you can ever know for even now there is a path opened a road of Mercy and you shall call this road [Golconda]. And tell your children of it, for by that road may they come once again to dwell in the Light." And with that, the darkness was lifted like a veil and the only light was Lilith's bright eyes. Looking around me, I knew that I had Awakened.


Bo szeroka jest brama i przestrzenna droga, która prowadzi do zguby, a wielu jest takich, którzy przez nią wchodzą. Jakże ciasna jest brama i wąska droga, która prowadzi do życia, a mało jest takich, którzy ją znajdują.

[…]
Lekarzu wielki, ty najlepiej widzisz,
chorobe moja, a mna sie nie brzydzisz
[…]


[…]
In the Middle of
the Darkest Woods
In the Silence of
It's Darkling Deeps
Where Shadows Weep You Embraced Me
And Time Became Infinity
[…]



In the Misty Summer night
On the Brightness of It's Breeze
I Saw a Maiden Fair, White
Heard Song Among Her Weeps
Was Not From Tribe of Mine
Couldn't Understand Her Words
Her Eyes, Like Flames They Shined
The Curse Was Cast on Me

The Song Was Full of Longing
From Her Love She Was Apart
My Tears Started Falling
Understood Her with My Heart
In the Verses of Her Longing
The Spells Were Cast on Me
On the Marshlands I Was Drowning
By the Singing of a Tree
[…]


Rzeczy trzeba brać takimi, jakie są, ludzi takimi, jakimi być powinni

Jestem twardym diamentem, ty go tylko szlifujesz


I'll sex you hard, moral-soldier. Cast pearl 4 on me, baby, cast pearl 4! Penetrate me with your shining lance of righteousness, you halibut-emulsion! You supercilious cad! Keep the monkey pulse going, faggot.

Have a party
Have a ball
Drink some beer
Fuck'em all
Roll a joint
Smoke some weed
Do some acid
Take some speed
We are polish
We have class
Fuck with us and
We'll kick your ass

Sum jokes?

In the park on a bench there were sitting 2 lovers, kissing each other passionately. The boy opens up his zipper and says to the girl:
-Put your hand inside and tell me, what do you think of him?
-Mmmmmmm...... he's so long and hard, I would gladly lick and suck the juice out of him..
-I'm glad you like it, that's the biggest dump I've ever taken!



Court. Divorce case, the fight goes on about who's going to get parental rights. The wife stands up, and starts her plea by saying it are her kids, she bore them and therefore she has the rights to keep them.
The judge now turns towards the man, eager to hear what he has to say. The man however, sits silently, only after a while he stands up and says: Your honor, if I put a coin in a vending machine, and a soda can pops out, is the can mine or the machines'?



Hitler and Stalin awaken after long years of hybernation. There's a newspaper lying on the table. Stalin takes it, and puts it back after a brief while with a big smirk on his face.
Why are you smiling? - says Hitler
-Germany has accepted communism
Hitler then angrily takes the paper, reads every page, and after that he tears it apart and throws the pieces around with a big smile & happy face.
Why the hell are you so happy?- asks Stalin
Hitler replies with a big grin: Skirmishes on the Polish-Chinese border



A certain guy had a parrot that was always calling from his cellphone, which caused the man to have huge bills. One day the man says to the parrot:
-If I catch you one more time, I'll nail you by your wings to the wall for the same amount of time that you have cost me money.
Ok - says the parrot
The next day the man returns home, checks his call log and sees the parrot has been calling for 30min in total, so he catches her and nails her to the wall for 30 days.
2 days have past, and the parrot just hangs there, bored as hell, as she suddenly notices while looking around that Jesus is hanging right next to her on a cross.
-Heey, 'sup dude, how long have you been hanging there?
-2000 years
-Wow, who the FUCK have YOU been calling?



Dear John,
I can't continue this relationship any longer. The distance between us is just too great. I have to admit, I cheated on you, twice, because you weren't here and its just unfair. Forgive me. And please, send back the picture I gave you.
Kisses
Mary

John, a soldier, was heartbroken, so he asked all his soldier buddies for pictures of their current and/or ex-girlfriends. He sealed the envelope with about 50 pictures of beautiful girls and that of Mary together with a letter:

Dear Mary,
I'm sorry, but I just can't remember who the hell you are. Please pick your picture from that pile, and send the rest back.
Hang tight!



A bear was sitting in the woods, smelling his finger, thinking:
-hmm, smells like honey
After which he smells it again:
-noo, this is shit!
And smells it again:
-nah, it must be honey
And again:
-no way, this smells like shit
And yet again:
-Ok, now I'm certain. This is honey.
Satisfied with his conclusion he stops smelling his finger. After a while however, he starts thinking:
-How the fuck did honey get up my ass?



A tremendously rich lawyer is attending a banquet organized by the Red Cross. A man from the Red Cross is accusing him for being so disgustingly rich and not giving a dime for a good cause.
Well firstly -says the lawyer- my mother is sick and dying in a hospital, and the insurance does not cover it. Secondly, I have 7 kids from 3 previous marriages. Thirdly, my sisters' husband has recently died and she can't provide for her 5 kids...
- I'm terribly sorry -says the embarrassed man- I feel awful for asking you for money.
To which the lawyer replies:
-Ha, I don't even give THEM any money, so why the fuck should I give you guys?

k, back to tenses, modality and noun phrases :D

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an all-alcholic- dancing, fucking war machine
who can beat that.
screw the 300 this is the real deal


Hear the language of the woods
Seek the treasures of the hidden realm
You enchant us with your loving smile
May the magic ever dance in your heart


Шел я лесом, видел беса,
Бес картошечку варил.
Котелок на х** повесил,
А из жопы дым валил.


during the Crusades the Polish Prince Leszek the White explained to the Pope that Polish knights could not participate in the crusades because there was no mead (honey wine) in Palestine.


"we're strong and witty, not girly and pretty, and girls do not care when we treat them all shitty" C.


The trembling bowstring of a drawn bow
Pounding in the moonlight, your heart
The beauty of a sharpened blade
Thy profile looks very much like that sword point. [1]
Lurking in the sadness and anger
The only ones who know your true heart are the forest spirits
Only the spirits, only the spirits..


cante' waste' hoksila ake istimba, hanhepi kin waste'


Gura mise tha fo éislean
Moch sa mhaduinn is mi g'éirigh



Never Give All The Heart
William Butler Yeats

Never give all the heart, for love
Will hardly seem worth thinking of
To passionate women if it seem
Certain, and they never dream



Sultan's letter to the Cossacks:

As the Sultan; son of Muhammad; brother of the Sun and Moon; grandson and viceroy of God; ruler of the kingdoms of Macedonia, Babylon, Jerusalem, Upper and Lower Egypt; emperor of emperors; sovereign of sovereigns; extraordinary knight, never defeated; steadfast guardian of the tomb of Jesus Christ; trustee chosen by God himself; the hope and comfort of Muslims; confounder and great defender of Christians—I command you, the Zaporozhian Cossacks, to submit to me voluntarily and without any resistance, and to desist from troubling me with your attacks.


—Turkish Sultan Mehmed IV



Zaporozhian Cossacks to the Turkish Sultan!

Thou art a turkish imp, the damned devil's brother and friend, and a secretary to Lucifer himself. What the devil kind of knight art thou that cannot slay a hedgehog with your naked arse? The devil shits, and your army eats. Thou a son of a bitch wilt not ever make subjects of Christian sons; we have no fear of your army, by land and by sea we will battle with thee, fuck thy mother.

Thou art the Babylonian scullion, Macedonian wheelwright, brewer of Jerusalem, goat-fucker of Alexandria, swineherd of Greater and Lesser Egypt, Armenian pig, Podolian villain, catamite of Tartary, hangman of Kamyanets, and fool of all the world and underworld, a fool before our God, a grandson of the Serpent, and the crick in our dick. Pig's snout, mare's arse, slaughterhouse cur, unchristened brow, screw thine own mother!

So the Zaporozhians declare, you lowlife. Thou wilt not even be herding Christian pigs. Now we shall conclude, for we don't know the date and don't have a calendar; the moon's in the sky, the year in the book, the day's the same over here as it is over there; for this kiss our arse!

Koshovyi Otaman Ivan Sirko, with the whole Zaporozhian Host




So, these texts were collected over 5-6 years, fogotten, rediscovered (most of my other, unpublished, are but memories, or not worthy of gracing the spiders web lest they be misunderstood, or i simply dont feel like posting them)

What is blogging about anyways? blah blah blah :D

Random shit i found on the internet... and liked pt3

still some left after this


Darling, a true lady takes off her dignity with her clothes and does her whorish best.
At other times you can be as modest and dignified as your persona requires.


It's better to be assumed an idiot,
than open your mouth and remove all doubt.


"O father, hear these words, your son is not made for this world
Faint-hearted and careworn, into this vile life I was hurled
In the woods the fiends sigh, I swear I heard the demons neigh
On the seashore I espy the dreadful void under the tides"



Evening full of grandeur, skies tinged with red
Mountains crowned with crimson, treetops with scarlet blaze
As the dusk is falling, night settles in
Stars slowly come out, moon glides skywards
...Still cheerless is in my soul, my heart filled with cares...

Longing for the misty shores, weather-beaten strands so poor
Where the weeping sky archs over water calm
Pining for primeval woods, murky shade of leafy roof
Where the silent trees arch over our path


Iron--Cold Iron--is master of men all


Maybe he was a genetic freak, sui generis, a statistical outlier many standard deviations away from you, me,
and Dupree. Or maybe he figured out secrets of strength and power that we're just now rediscovering.
First among them: There's no substitute for lifting really heavy shit.


Jak powstaje pomnik?
1.Maly model.
2.Odlew.
3.Obróbka dlutem.
4.Gladzenie.
5.Odsloniecie.
6.Przemówienie.
7.Kolacja.
A jak powstaje czlowiek?
Tak samo, tylko w odwrotnej kolejnosci


do not hate a weak child, he could be a son of a tiger


Ignorancja i zatwardziale serce to grób ludzkiej cywilizacji.


One day without keiko, your body knows.
Two days, your opponent knows.
Three days, the audience knows.


Doubt has a powerful way of messing with your abilities.

kiedy patrzysz w Otchlan, ona patrzy na ciebie

Pierwsze dekady XVII w. to czas kiedy? Rosja byla wylacznie polska karczma zajezdna.

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Part 2 of bla bla


I can imagine in my mind a world of peace.
A world without war, and I can imagine us
attacking that world because they would not expect it.



Szare mundury, zlote obszycia,
Ach, jak to wszystko przepieknie lsni.
Lecz co jest na dnie w sercu ukryte.
Tego nie bedzie wiedzial nikt

A gdy cie rzuci luba dziewczyna
To ty sie bracie z tego smiej,
W milej kompanii napij sie wina
I bolszewika w morde lej!

Bo przyjda czasy, ze te kutasy
Beda przed nami na bacznosc stac!
Reka nie zadrzy jak lisc osiki,
Gdy bedziem w ruskie mordy lac!


367 koni w polaczeniu z pólautomatyczna skrzynia to jednak za malo do pokonania Leoparda.
Wiesmann osiaga setke w 4,9 sekundy. Milo wiedziec, ze jestesmy w stanie zrobic lepsze auto niz Niemcy!


A niechaj narodowie wzdy postronni znaja, iz Polacy nie gesi, iz swój jezyk maja.


Wiedze mozemy zdobywac od innych, ale madrosci musimy nauczyc sie sami.


Glosniej nizli w rozmowach Bóg przemawia w ciszy,
I kto w sercu ucichnie, zaraz go uslyszy.


Do Nieba patrzysz w góre, a nie spojrzysz w siebie;
Nie znajdzie Boga, kto Go szuka tylko w Niebie.


I then flipped the mother fucker on her. I acted mad at her and in the end she was asking me to forgive her.
I still can't beleive she fell for that.


Przypominam jesli chodzi o wariant ilosciowy muzulmanów na swiecie jest praktycznie tyle samo co chrzescijan
- wiec nie mamy prawa wiekszosciowego. Wiem, ale oni sa durnymi poganami.


I died as inanimate matter and arose a plant,
I died as a plant and rose again an animal.
I died as an animal and arose a man.
Why then should I fear to become less by dying?
I shall die once again as a man
To rise an angel perfect from head to foot!
Again when I suffer dissolution as an angel,
I shall become what passes the conception of man!
Let me then become non-existent, for non-existence
Sings to me in organ tones, 'To him shall we return.



ok, still a lot of junk left in me archivess

Random shit i found on the internet... and liked pt1

This here is a random collection of texts, quotes, songs and whatever the hell else i found fancy at some point of my life, saved to my hdd and that had the fortune to survive the many crashes over the years


Należy bezwzględnie przestawić tok rozumowania na same sukcesy: uda się, mam prawo, inni są najwyżej zagubieni, więc ich szanuję, choć jestem ostrożny, nareszcie przyjdzie pogodny dzień.

Walczysz, gdy uznajesz prawa tego świata. Odrzucając je, stwarzasz świat o nowych prawach. Uznając słabość sił demonicznych, pokonujesz je.



"Focus - obstacles are those frightful things you see when you fail to focus on your goals"- friggin wise, is it not?


Mro iło pcheneł mange kaj tut kamaf
Pchen jek ław me man tutyr na ładziaw.



Acis veras - aizveras

Acis veras - aizveras
Saules nav un nav ko redzēt
2x
Mute veras - aizveras
Saules nav un nav ko sacīt

Saule, saule, saule nāc
Saule kaunā neved bērnus

Miroņ svece te nu dziesti
Tumsu tavi stari griezti

Saule ņemi mani atkal
Es pie tevis atkal nāku

Manu dzīslu vārti vērās
Asins staigā locekļos

Mazas asins lāses
Ceļu sīku pilieniem



La vie est belle, le destin s'en écarte
Personne ne joue avec les mêmes cartes


Ciało musi być czyste, całkowicie pozbawione jakichkolwiek negatywnych wibracji myśli i emocji, by obudził się w nim Puls, który wymusza na tej płaszczyźnie ruch. Wielcy tego świata doskonale o tym wiedzą.

Openingsmopjeees

Ergens in de Oekraine vergaderen 2 ministers over wa ze rond Chernobyl zouden planten:
-Mss bieten?
-Nah, daar gaan de koeie van dood
-Patatte dan?
-Nah, mense zulle vergiftigd gerake
-Ah fokkit, we plante gwn tabak, en op de sigarettenpakskes zetten we "de minister van volksgezondheid waarschuwt u de laatste keer"



Waarom staan zigeuners om 5u smorges op?
om langer te niksen


In de hel staan een paar hoeren voor de rechtbank. De duivel vraagt aan de eerste:
-Me oeveel manne hebde geneukt?
-150
-De ketel in!
Bij de volgende vraagt de duivel weer:
-Me oeveel manne hebde geneukt?
-130
-De ketel in!
Nog een hoer nadert
-Me oeveel manne hebde geneukt?
-80
-Volpoeppe tot 100 en de ketel in!


Op een bankje in het park zitten 2 gepensioneerden:
-Ziedis ne keer, hoe zwaar de jeugd van tegenwoordig het wel ni heeft me die crisis.. Maar 1 sigaret me 5 zijn ze aant roke..
-Joa, mor tzen wel dappere knullen, ondanks alles lachen ze nog


Wa moet een Duitse doen om 4kg af te valle?
Haar bene schere


3 criminelen gaan naar de gevangenis. Ze mochten ieders 1 ding meepakken om hun tijd daar door te brengen. Plots vraagt de ene aan den andere:
-Wa hebt gij bij?
Deze pakt enkele potjes met verf en zegt:
-Kga schilderen, dan vliegt de tijd, en wa hebt gij bij?
-Kaarten, dan kan ik wa spelen om de tijd te doden
De 3de zit rustig in een hoekje te lachen. De 2 anderen tegen hem:
-He, wa zit gij zo te lache?
Waarop de 3de gevangene een doosje tampons bovenhaalt en zegt:
-Ik heb dit bij
-En wtf zedde gij daar in godsnaam mee van plan?
Waarop hij lacht en het doosje begint te lezen:
-Ik kan paardrijden, zwemmen, tennissen,...

Ok genoeg voor nu