Jaunietis.

Auksts rudens rīts, rasas pilna zāle,
Stāv jaunietis uz lauka,
Galvā tam spīts, skats tālu tālē,
Ar aukstām rokām pieri slauka,

Zobens tam ass, ka vairogs viņam lieks,
Bet cīņas gribas nekādas,
Rokās tam spēks un mirdzums acīs,
Tomēr pie sevis viņš lādas,

Nezin ko vēlas, nezin kur iet,
Stāvēt uz vietas dzīve tam liegs,
Saule tik aust un vakaros riet,
Tik kārdinošs liekas mūžīgais miegs,

Dusmās viņš cērt, naidā viņš dur,
Bet pats vakaros sačukstas ar zvaigznēm,
Ak daiļava, daiļava tevi viņš sirdī tur,
Tevis dēļ gatavs iet caur zemēm,

Bet vai tam ir jēga, jo patīk tev cits,
Kuram vērtības nekādas,
Sirdi tam dod, bet tikai miesā viņš skaists,
Acīmredzami kas slēpjas tam aiz ādas,

Jaunieti tas dusmo, ka gribas viņam kliegt,
Zobenu vēzēt ar kājām zemi spert,
Visu viņš gatavs sev liegt,
Tikai lai varētu tevi savos apskāvienos tvert,

Bet nav viņš tik traks lai mīlas dēļ citus kārtu,
Šajā aukstajā rudens rītā,
Paliks viens pats ar brūci tik sārtu,
Rīta rasas pilnajā laukā...

Arnold "Wanderer" Grava

The Forgotten Book, Chapter VII : "Ceļotājs"

Ir Lemts.

Kopš mirkļa kad esi miesā nācis,
Savu Dzīvesceļu lepni sācis,
Viss par tevi jau bija rakstīts,
Bet protams ka biezā miglā tīts,
Dievs, Jahve, Māra, Daba sauc kā gribi,
Ar varenu pildspalvu vai zizli,
Rakstīja tevi no visas sirds,
Lika tevī daļu,
Lai tu būtu gatavs iegūt, dot, dāvāt,
Visu priekš sevis sagādāt,
Tāpēc tautā pastāv kakti,
Kuros slēpjās īstie fakti,
Kuri tevi ir jāķer ciet,
Lai pareizi un laimīgi tava dzīve iet,
Tev tiks dots un tiks ņemts,
Bet viss labs vai slikts ir lemts,

Ņemsim piemēru kā tādu,
Priekšā es jums Juri stādu,
Mīl viņš ļoti daiļo dāmu Ievu,
Vēlas viņš viņu par savu sievu,
Visi saka un viebjas, ka Ieva slikta, nav nekāda Sķīstā,
Bet Jūrim viņa ir vienīgā un īstā,
Tā arī Ievas radi sten un bažās,
Ka Juris saņemis Ievu važās,
Bet Ieva zin labāk jo viņa to dara savā labā,
Pareizi viņi klausās savā dabā,
Ir lemts viņiem būt kopā,
To jūt viņi abi,
Un tas ir viss lai būtu labi,
Būs viņiem vēlēšanās, būs bērni, māja,
Romantiski vakari divvatā pie kamīna uz paklāja,
Paplašinās viņi savu redzi,
Ar tik svarīgo dzīves pieredzi,
Tāds ir šīs dzīves mērķis!

Nav ko bēgt no dabas ir lemts atkal ar viņu ķļūt par vienu,
Daba visu zin un vada,
Īsto ceļu tev rada,
Nevēlās viņa darīt tev postu un skādi,
Viņa tikai grib kļūt tev par ceļarādi,
Kas labs, kas slikts,
Kurš draugs, kurš naidnieks pikts,
Kur silti skāvieni, kur auksta siena,
Vēlme viņai ir viena,
Lai pienāk tāda diena,
Kurā tu visu zini,
Nevis jēli visu uz aklo mini,
Lai tu cienot savu pagātni,
Vāldi par savu tagadni,
Neuztraucoties par nākotni,
Jo viss tev ir, viss ir lemts,

Tāpec manu cilvēkbrāli,
Riteņbraucēj vai kaprāli,
Liec šo pozitīvismu aiz auss,
Pats sevi uz šīs zemes klauss'.

Arnold "Wanderer" Grava

TheForgottenBook, Chapter VII : "Cēļotājs"

Soul Shout.

The reality of life has hit me hard,
Driven a sharp shard near my loving heart,
As nature forces me to move - It tears me apart,
Staying in balance is an impossible art,
One part of me screams,
Study, learn more, fulfill your dreams,
The other shouts - work, pay for your own schemes,
But all I want is to love my girl... It is easy, so it seems,
I worry a lot i feel my life is in shatters,
My friends are in disarray - our clan in tatters,
Why does nothing about unity even matters,
Alas I still see the light, and me  - It flatters,
Hard times are coming: the skies,the earth, the trees - they sing,
That this life only suffering, death and disappointment will bring,
But I, my friends and the people around,
Live, Live proud - their legs stand firmly on the ground,
So with an open mind, and hope in my hand,
With love in my heart, still strong I stand,
Will I last or break at last,
Anyway It will be fast and soon enough - a thing of the past...

Like all of us - Gone.

Arnold "Wanderer" Grava

The Forgotten Book, Chapter VI "Second Wind"

It works.

What the hell is wrong with the world today,
Why does the power of the people sleeps,
We are being robbed of things we dear,
What is the matter with the human race,
Do we really have nothing to say?

Large rich countries making fun of the little ones,
Taking every penny, stealing fathers and sons,
Does not matter on what seasons,
They make wars with no reasons,
But hell, it works!

They spy on your country - they watch what you do,
Then they plan their violent decent over you,
Make a stupid offence - they pull it out of the blue,
Then come with their largest tanks and grind you up to stew,

Destroy your houses, slay your men,
Rip off their blouses, rape your women,
Corrupt the young, steal your children,
Erradicate your culture, with knives and forks,
But hell, for them - It works!

Give medals with shining stars,
To young boy soldiers with no battle scars,
Say what you want to them - they are all lies,
The job is done you wont silence their cries.

Ha ha ha, the great powers laugh,
They think that we are weak,
But when will we stand,
Form a better, righteous band,
Work together closely like natures ants,
And spill the wretched blood of all world tyrants!

It is sad to say that for freedom blood must be spilled,
One day I'm certain we will unite and be thrilled,
We'll sing songs about our fights, and our battle roars,
Because we shoved those tyrants out our front doors,
We will be finishes with corrupt crooks ramming through laws.

Arnold "Wanderer" Grava

"Second Wind"
The Forgotten Book, Chapter VI

Sword And Shield

Tomorrow we go to battle on the fields,
Listen up men - sharpen your swords, prepare your shields,
The enemy is coming, bringing along its dark deeds,
Killing the innocent, taking the young on their steeds,
Answer your kings call,
Or we all shall fall!

Hearing the message a soldier stands,
Watching the battle scars left on his hands,
His toughened gaze then looks high up the sky,
"I bet tomorrow will be a great day to die!"
With his shield he has guarded these lands,
Thanks to it - the soldier is not laying in these wretched sands,
It has guarded him from many deadly blows,
Only with time the shields true loyalty shows,

His sword tainted in blood that it shed,
How many men from it have bled,
Even more from the sword have fled,
With the soldiers strong will - many souls to it have been fed,
It is a pity that the sword is unable to speak,
the legends it could shout and whisper, would be a challenge to determine or seek,
Soon the day draws complete,
And the soldier lies down, and waits for sleep,

The battle day came, men went to battle,
Marching in force - from mile you could hear their armor rattle,
And then in a blink of an eye the battle started,
Men ran and fell, like butcher shop cattle,
Swinging sparking swords and battering shields,
Blood and lost souls soon littered the fields,
For hours they slay, wound and kill,
Until the moon rolls over the hills...

It ended ever so suddenly,
The cowards ran, the brave died stubbornly,
Our friend - the soldier now lies on the ground,
Wounded badly and bleeding fast, he lies with no sound,
Loosing grasp on his life, he hears the death prowling around,
His final thoughts start to shake,
The sword fought bravely - killed many men in it's wake,
But the shield betrayed him for heavens sake,
And our hero dies, he ends his story,
His tormented soul now enter the halls - of eternal glory!

Arnold "Wanderer" Grava
Irīna "Valante" Subotjalo
Tomass "Thomsons" Millers

"Second Wind"

The Forgotten Book, Chapter VI

Upward and onward.

I Want to trust in love once again,
So I believe that it brings less pain,
Try It again, this time not in vain,
Give me your heart, If my trust you would gain,
Feeling so hollow, like crushed by a train,
Moving on and on, it's getting mad,
Well I'm still walking, still breathing - I feel so bad,
Same fated people make me even more sad,
Gone is the sun that gave me It's rays,
For us it was better if we went separate ways,
The moon comes and goes, but the night stays,
Wandering in darkness, the sadness it came,
Had a hard time, thought nothing would be the same,
But now I'm returning here to remain,
As closer I come the light shines so bright,
Raising my head, It's time to set things right,
Now I feel like a bird achieving flight,
Feel happy, I'm smiling my skies seem so clear,
Waiting for you, in my life to appear,
Your heart I promise to hold close to me, dear,
I'll stand next to you in times of cheer or the deepest fear...

"Second Wind"

The Forgotten Book, Chapter VI

Sandy's goodbye...

I could whisper, I could scream and yell
But I had no courage to tell
Questioning the stars didn't help

Maybe the time had come
To break free for a new start
But it meant we have to tear apart

I couldn't have thought
That we will meet and get separated
My delinquency wasn't deliberated

Have no hunch what will happen now
Was the choice right or wrong
Hope the journey won't endure too long

I have pierced one of the kindest hearts
My hands are soaking in Your blood
I have wounded my own guard

But don't be too mournful and sad
Remedy can be found, there is a cure
Please believe it and You can find even more...

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