Idiocy

Disgrace, isn’t it

Does seeking purpose
Envious of tick-list snobs
Tempting such reality
Without hassle day by day
Against all odds – rejected

Constant struggle
Fear like brother pushing the back
Tip-toeing waters before each step
Emotional disillusion justified
Since crossing the river –
Some say three times
Is an idiocy

Nights and dreams full of marvel
Wish the sleep never ends
Routine exhausts even little spirit
That is left within this cold heart of mine
How annoying are these of which –
Prattle of their fulfilling lives

One doesn’t comprehend
No apple has two parts
Only the whole comes in
Among the others –
As a package at best
But never in half

I would become Tarzan
Or be just monkey jumping the trees
No matter what – with no regards
To what I’m expected
Whether my life is getting painted
Is all up to an artist

Who so happens have lost his brush
And the question is –
Who’s gonna lend it

Answer

You won’t know
Depending on the answer
I might wonder – only then
Seeking such resolution
Giving up on my past
No doubt this is all
The smoke flares up
Casts aura over the sky

But I won’t see
I won’t turn anymore

It is been a journey
Without regrets buried
We were never closer
Enough to satisfy
Neither of us could deny
Their voices knew
Bitter denial for two
At the stage we are
Despite wavering – gaze
Is being set much further
And for that reason
I will ask last time

Whether you crawl or fly

Clue

 

 

The second falling star crosses the sky
I thought of you – setting up high
Expectations that were meant to crumble
And I know I won’t be a memory –
Nor a scene you’ll recall
When nostalgia consumes you
Pinnacle hollows deep down below
Off of the bottom my nest lies still
This is not a place I wish –
Hope you’ll never be in
As of today the goal is clear
I will build a life I could live on

 

Withhold your questions –
I get the clue
So dance, and smile
The future doesn’t need you
Thus the past seems to be alive

 

 

 

My addiction

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Tempting essence the one, the prohibited
Filling those veins – demand – you want just feel it
Limbo you live to let the little spark –
keep you in it – neverending, all out

Another little drop the glass – drinking in
Maybe smoke – a wee rolled release –
chest pushed it further the brain goes the state
Nirvana consumes the days shaped again

The song you now listened said what’ve done –
unanswered calls the messages falling out
They are understanding where the error falls
Sadly too late as you’re grounded on and on

No escape the reality where haunted past
Would you ever see what you did to make it last –
watch me falling let it be the dance that has –
me and the ground intimate relation – trust

Mistakes impress voyage farewell to you
Wish it not happened although it surely could –
change me and the heart that is frozen turned in the block of ash
bon voyage we’ll never step the line of us

Perhaps along those rugged remaining lines –
something new will rise – enlight the gloomy skies
Fall, fall, fall and then you might be –
the one rising like no one ever could be.

 

 

 

Finding peace

…

What is a hope not knowing how it feels

A random touch of warmth when the rain soaks through it seems

Or the sunlight with its breeze calming chaos down

Lazy cloud – floating – little shade, silent sound

Maybe nature the black cat whom I’m petting once a while

Hairy tails of doggies running over in the park

A rhythm of the river, the whisper – leafs falling off the tree

The image of the fireplace and the gulp of honey tea

Comfort zone – old socks – with those holes in need to be darned

Or the smell of flowers so intense I had to stop

Never thought of it although familiar relief fills up

And so I do – will hope for better times

 

 

Music Share #8

A mysterious dream brought in the embers I expected to be extinguished at this point, the movement behind the scene triggers irritation – some plots are just too obvious though. If the guilt would ever fill the grail with the essence of my own mistake, perhaps it would also be displayed by the actions to prevent further damage, yet the guilt hasn’t been there in the first place. Not to mention the understanding of the matter that goes beyond conventional sight, I do know what, why and how.

But you won’t listen and so there is no place to be back anywhere near…

No longer

…

No sounds in the air yet the music plays
Singular note – empowers shivers on my skin again
Weakened, a bath of the sorrow
Criticise the shadow that perished – doesn’t even exist

So much drown in the chaos from between my fingers
To get it back – dive in and catch
Deep down beneath revealed what I seek
Lungs didn’t used to – keep on, believe

Coldness as if the heroin injected through the veins
Placid feeling – unexpected sensation appears
What if, what if, what if strikes my mind
And so the air off the lungs runs out

String of light enlighted down depths of the sea
An idiot chasing the loss – because he keeps to believe
The things – white scene – muscles refused the grasp
Letting go off the belongings he once had

Dive back to the surface facing yet another beginning
Should I just live with the crime – unforgiving
Risk then taken paid off with the pain
The guilt is no longer the reason to restrain

 

 

Edit: This piece of writing was heavily inspired by listening to the song so I advise you to keep playing this while reading, also there is the second one which is called Now is the time to leave of the same author, but couldn’t find it via youtube.

 

 

 

The Antagonist

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Oversees purple sky bottling up the stars. Get it home, leave it to shine so you will find – the life once lost, far away behind.

Poker face among crowded streets smuggling the pocket filled with goods off your secret dreams. A hood covers the face of a criminal who is being chased – ripped off himself, restrained for the sake – the past which out of reach.

Devoted to sacred that to you is unknown. Repulse inferior part that brought contempt knife piercing my ribs.

Bleeding.

Painkiller effects were delusional, imagined resolve. None could erase or just change what should yet couldn’t be done.

Fairytale, the antagonist.

Too much noise – the curse a loner have to face, then he’s hidden plotting revenge, a plan – simply tired of humankind. This one’s yapping just spitting meaningless chunks of words, the other perceives muscular trends – bulking hardly, the mind gets wrecked.

Annoying music played and played until the new track comes true – even mosquito flying near the ear at night has more naturality. Wish someone recycled this sort of plastic.

I want this and he wants that, grow the money like a money-plants! Let it be the value dig down beneath, a cemetery you loved. The night is my domain, I’m the ruler of those ghosts behind a leather faces – seeing the pattern.

Call me, the chapel bell rings cracking the silence and so he’s on his way. To stand against those foes disrupting the sleep.

In which I could see the way I wanted to live.

 

 

 

Humanitarian disaster: How underrated we are?

Every story I heard has its sparkle. Those times when the world and values were so much different. Their struggle to co-op with developing technology where they barely understood what happens around and when they finally learned how to use it, the world had changed, yet again.

Music share #6

 

The one silver drop of rain after a never-ending drought that sucked off the moisture – turned the ground into sand dust which is thrown right in between the eyes.

Joy and pleasure accompanied by the feeling of growth.

You survived, root those moments until the season ends.

 

I’m sweating my pants out – who the hell could ever imagine 30 degrees in Scotland?!

Now a little bit more serious, lets elaborate on a topic which I have swept to the corner, but what is being ”talented” actually means?