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✸ King Haewatein I. ✸ █SECTOR HEX Productions█

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Last Updated: 11/29/2009

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Gender: Male
Status: Married
Age: 20
Sign: Pisces

City: La Montaña Sagrada [Los Angeles (now) or Austria]
State: California
Country: US
Signup Date: 6/14/2007

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Saturday, August 29, 2009 
Glaspapier Productions presents
Hunde im Fegefeuer

In der Substanz des Raumes Nummer 366,
Qualm, erstickend, dick wie Milch
liegt in der Luft wie Leichen auf Baren.

An den Wänden Blutsiegel und Symbole
ein Rudel wilder Hunde läuft herum
unter ihnen Gitterstäbe und Flammen.

Sie springen von einer Ecke zur anderen
unter ihnen Höllenfeuer und Agonie,
warten auf die nächste Seele, die hier weilen wird.

Sie lecken sich die Wunden,
die sie vorher aufgerissen,
in Gefechten aus Langeweile.

An der Decke scharlachrote Spinnweben,
die Funken und Flammen vom Boden anlocken.
So züngeln kleine Explosionen, von Zeit zu Zeit.

Nichts passiert, bis der nächste Häftling hineingeschleudert wird,
dann zerfetzt und zerbissen, verbrannt und verkohlt, schreiend.

Die Hunde im Fegefeuer


K.Radecki, 2009




Glaspapier Productions presents
Dogs in the purgatorium

In the substance of the room number 366
Fume, stiffling, thick as milk
lies in the air like corpses on biers.

And on the walls blood seals and symbols
a pack of wild hounds run around
under them stanchions and flames.

They jump from one corner to the other
under them hellfire and agony,
waiting for the next soul that will abide here.

They leck their wounds,
that they ripped open before,
in combats from boredom.

On the ceiling crimson spiderwebs,
that lure sparks and flames from the ground.
So dart small explosions, from time to time.

Nothing happens, until the next prisoner will be hurled in
then torn apart and biten in parts, burned and turned charcoal, screaming.

The dogs in the purgatorium


K.Radecki, 2009

Saturday, August 29, 2009 
GLASPAPIER PRODUCTIONS presents

Engelspfoten

Sie sagen, Engelstränen sind Katzenseelen
So viele Katzen wie es gibt, so viel weinen Engel
Über der Erde Leid, umhüllt von purpurnen Federn.

Und doch in der Nacht, wenn es dunkel ist
legt sich von Zeit zu Zeit eine samtene Pfote
an deinen Arm; und stöhnt, atmet und streckt sich.

Sie will sagen "Frei bin ich, durch Leid befreit
und Existenz geschenkt, um hier zu hüten, in dieser Welt,
den Menschen, wenn er allein ist.

Mein Schöpfer wacht im Sternenhimmel."

K.Radecki, 2009



GLASPAPIER PRODUCTIONS presents

Angel paws

They say, angel tears are cat souls.
As many cats as they are, as many angels weep
over the earth's pain, surrounded by crimson feathers.

And still in the night, when it is dark
lays from time to time a velvety paw
on your arm; and moans, exhales and stretches.

It wants to say "Free I am, freed by sorrow
and existence endowed, to keep here, in this world,
for man, when he is alone.

My creator guard in the starry sky."

K.Radecki, 2009
Saturday, August 29, 2009 
GLASPAPIER PRODUCTIONS (me / my poetry) presents

nach dem Rachen

Nach dem Rachen da schlummert eine Flamme, blau
dort unten im Magen da feiert Glut ein Fest
Qualm, blauer als das Universum, steigt herauf
zwischen Zähnen gelb wie Schwefel, in den Luken
Augen alt und trüb, müde und milchig grau
Lieder wie schmutzige Laken, fallen herab

Er spuckt einen Planeten aus.
Auf diesem Leben blüht, wenn der Alptraum vorbei.

Da unten vor dem Rachen, da schlummert ein Vulkan...

K.Radecki, 2009



after the throat (engl. translation)

After the throat there slumbers a flame, blue
down there in the abdomen ardour celebrates a feast
Fume, bluer then the universe, ascends
between teeth yellow as sulphur, in the hatches
eyes old and murky, tired and milky grey
lids like filthy sheets, fall down.

He spits out a planet.
On this blooms life, when over the nightmare.

Down there before the throat, there slumbers a volcano...

K.Radecki, 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009 
Glaspapier Productions presents
Hymne des Henebb

Hebebb, du absurdes Monument in der Eiswüste toter Gedanken
Henebb, du Badender in Dunkelheit und Sinnlosigkeit
Henebb, deine Wurzeln wurden nie genährt von Leben
Henebb, unverständliches Kauderwelsch in Menschenohren erzählend
Henebb, ich zog dich an Land, an die Küste der Erinnerungen
Henebb, aus deinem Stamm tropft Harz, Nektar des Bösen
Henebb, Herscher über Zerzenab, Herscher über Nichts
Henebb, du wirst nie gefällt, nicht wie Yggdrasil
Henebb, oh du hast kein Schicksal in Verzweiflung schreiend
Henebb, morsch ist dein Fleisch, Blätter kleideten dich nie
Henebb, morbides Göttergeschenk an nichts und niemand
Henebb, deine Frauen, schreiende Klageweiber und sterbende Huren
Henebb, Fontäne des Grauens, uns von Leid aus allen Domänen erzählend
Henebb, wirst nicht beenden dein Lied des Kummers niemals niemals
Henebb, lebender Kadaver, wenn dich jemand sehen könnte
Henebb, welch abscheulich Grauen in deinem leeren Kern
Henebb, Verdammter in Verdammniss, spielst die Harfe aus Fleisch
Henebb, Nichts gleicht Unendlichkeit, wie deine Worte im Äther
Henebb, du Götzenabild für Blinde und Marschlied für Taube
Henebb, eine Totgeburt und Spiegelbild für eine falsche Welt

(C)K.Radecki, 2009


Glaspapier Productions presents
Hymn of Henebb

Hebebb, you absurd monument in the ice desert of dead thoughts
Henebb, bathing in darkness and futility
Henebb, your roots never fed by life
Henebb, telling non understandable jargon in man ears
Henebb, I pulled you on land, on the coast of memories
Henebb, out of your stam drips resin, nectar of evil
Henebb, ruler over Zerzenab, ruler over nothing
Henebb, you will never be felled, not like Yggdrasil
Henebb, oh you have no  fate, screaming in desperation
Henebb, rotten is your flesh, leaves never line you
Henebb, morbid god present to nobody and nothing
Henebb, your women, crying mourners and dying whores
Henebb, fountain of horror telling us about sorrow out of all domains
Henebb, never will you finish singing the song of grief never never
Henebb, living carcass, if only somebody could see you
Henebb, what revolting horror in your empty core
Henebb, damned in damnation, playing on the harp of flesh
Henebb, nothing equals infinity, like your words the ether
Henebb, you graven image for blind and marching song for deaf
Henebb, a stillbirth and mirror reflection for a false world

(C)K.Radecki, 2009
Monday, May 04, 2009 

Glaspapier Productions presents

Tempel der Salsea

Die Blaue Kathedrale
gehauen aus azurnen Stein

Tief im Berg Flammba
verborgen im steinernen Labyrinth

Neun Mädchen bewachen das Heiligtum
Das sakrale Eis, das nie schmilzt

Kalt sind ihre nackten Körper
Frost verhüllt ihre Aura

Acht Göttinnen und eine die sie beherrscht
Göttliches Blau und blau ihr Glanz

Nur ihre Augen sind grün
in ihnen Weißheit und Alter

Salsea, das Eis, das einen Namen trägt
Salsea, das Eis, das nie zu Wasser wird

Von hellen Lauten es ist umringt
deren Ursprung berstende Kristalle sind

Das ewige Klirren im alten Berg
es findet nie hinaus aus dem Labyrinth

Und neun Mädchen erfüllen ihre Existenz,
dem Eis, dem göttlichen Fleisch, zu dienen.

K.Radecki, 2009




Temple of Salsea

The Blue Kathedral
carved of azure stone

Deep in the mountain Flammba
hidden in the stone labyrinth

Nine maids guard the shrine
The sacred ice, that never melts

Cold are their naked bodies
Frost covers their aura

Eight goddesses and one that rules them
divine blue and blue their gleam

Only their eyes are green
in them wisdom and age

Salsea, the ice, that has a name
Salsea, the ice, that never turns to water

Surrounded by light tones
which source cracking crystalls are

The eternal tinkling in the old mountain
it never finds its way out of the labyrinth

And nine maids fulfil their existence,
to serve the ice, the sacred flesh.

K.Radecki, 2009
Monday, May 04, 2009 

Glaspapier Productions presents
Mottenlicht

Eine Motte fliegt durch das Licht,
fliegt durch das Licht,

Sieht die Quelle, die Quelle des Lichts,
in der Nacht, in der Nacht,

Die Quelle der Dunkelheit wird ferner, ferner
die Dunkelheit so fern,

Nah, sehr nah das Licht, das helle Licht,
das uns zusammenrückt, von der Ferne, von der Ferne.

K.Radecki, 2009



Glaspapier Productions presents
Mothlight

A moth flies through the light
flies through the light,

Sees the source, the source of the light
in the night, in the night,

The source of the darkness becomes distant, distant
the darkness so distant,

Near, very near the light, the bright light,
that binds us together, from the distance, from the distance.

K.Radecki, 2009
Thursday, April 30, 2009 
Glaspapier Productions presents

PLUTO'S FIST

Stand up for yourself.

As child you'd use your mouth, now raise your hands.
Not only to defend but to attack.
Tear the ropes that bind you.
Be the conqueror. Standing.

Let the slaves serve.
Wipe away the scum
that lies next to you.

Slaves shall serve.

Rule what shall be ruled.
Now.

Conquer weakness with fury, havoc, strength and power.

Replace tears with blood. Passionate. Instinctive.

Running.

Sardonic laughter and might in your face.
Show mechanic precision when following your heart.
Let out the steam when your vessels start to boil.
Jump like a lion now, into battle, into life.
Your claws deep in it's flesh,
the only thing that binds both.

With no flesh there was no life.
Pluto's Fist now erupting the ground.

Skies are falling,
breaking mirror glass on your head
You see, feel and hear the blizzard,
the ice like structure.
A shining crown, the elitist monument
facing the firmament, blinding light
reflects from the master emerald.

Fog at dusk
Fire at night
Smoke at dawn
Steam at day break

those surround your shape.

Domination screams for obedience
as the slaves continue to serve,
facing the only option, bowing down,
kneeing on earth, in dirt.

Your will conquers all,
infiltrates minds and recreates the world.
Blood flows now, no tears.

Where sparks were the odem of an inferno now blazes.
When there is nothing else to fight with
rip off your jaw and hold it tight in your fist
when hammering down on your enemy's corpus.

Pluto's power, such immense greed and hunger
- for life.
Such savage magick. So pure.

And the ground continues shaking.

KR, 2009

Friday, April 17, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry
Glaspapier Productions presents

Ogre Anger

Gasps

Savage

Stops

Turns around

Red hand

Claw

Power

Resistance

Gasps

Sign

Paralysis

Hit

Sinks to his knees

Weak

Instant decrepitude

Bone fracture

Runs around him

Hit to the back

Defenceless

Ogre wrath

Gasps

Savage

Club hit

Rapid

Death seal.

(C) K.Radecki









Glaspapier Productions presents

Ogernzorn

keucht

wild

bleibt stehen

dreht sich um

rote Hand

Klaue

Kraft

Widerstand

keucht

Zeichen

Paralysis

Hieb

geht in die Knie

schwach

sofortige Gebrechlichkeit

Knochenbruch

läuft um ihn herum

Hieb in den Rücken

wehrlos

Ogernzorn

keucht

wild

Keulenhieb

schnell

Totensiegel.

(C) K.Radecki


Friday, April 03, 2009 

"The law of
the strong:
this is our law
and the joy
of the world." AL. II. 2

"Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law." --AL. I. 40

"Thou hast no right but to do thy will. Do that, and no other shall say nay." --AL. I. 42-3

"Every man and every woman is a star." --AL.I. 3

There is no god but man.


1. Man has the right to live by his own law
to live in the way that he wills to do:
to work as he will:
to play as he will:
to rest as he will:
to die when and how he will.

2. Man has the right to eat what he will:
to drink what he will:
to dwell where he will:
to move as he will on the face of the earth.

3. Man has the right to think what he will:
to speak what he will:
to write what he will:
to draw, paint, carve, etch, mould, build as he will:
to dress as he will.

4. Man has the right to love as he will:
"take your fill and will of love as ye will,
when, where, and with whom ye will." --AL.I. 51

5. Man has the right to kill those who would thwart these rights.
"The slaves shall serve." --AL. II. 58

"Love is the law, love under will." --AL. I. 57
Sunday, March 29, 2009 

Category: Art and Photography
Glaspapier Productions presents

Fruits of Egypt

Leave the gardens of Semiramis
For the fruits of Egypt.
Watch the sand rising
like gold towards the sky.

Climb the highest pyramid
when the sun is in its zenith
Throw down the red fruit
you brought from the hanging gardens.

Towards the mountains look
for only they lie higher now,
and if they are not high enough
then burn your eyes in the Sun.

K.R., 2009