For haw many times we have heard oh this life breaks me. Yes, and
unfortunately it can be told about each second of us.
I am so unlucky, I cant do this, I cant do that. Why should I stand
against it+ will be the answer. Not each of us knows that just enough to
turn off our overwhelmed with all kind of garbage mind. If we do that,
with the help of anything (depends on a person ). This can work and it
does, it will. Relaxation of all your body comes to you. Sometimes
people try to get this sense for all their life, their long life.
Once upon the time, really not so long ago, people knew one very calm
boy ( though his devils very often made him knock at heaven s door ).
No one noticed him but his enemies. He was calm to fight them up. He
didn t want even to leave his room, the room which he loved so much.
He was dreaming of escaping ( sometimes even this life).
He had a dream A fight, a black fight of earth and heaven
- Give him back- cried heaven,
- Please, no, beseech thee, no, we are the best friends, can not thee
exist without me as I can keep people on me and then inside. If you don
t help me and hear all my cries, devoured be all thy people and nobody
will remember thee+ you are just an imagination. Imagine thee and you
are alive+
- You will take him but+ he will be the unluckiest one, as he is a
infant of eternity and your tiny spots will not see him, and wont be loved
he or accepted. He will always be forsaken and torchered with a thought
of the inequity of this life and world. Suffered be his widely open
soul. He ll feel that.
- C mon guy, wake up.
- He got up. What a strange dream. Forget, today I ll drink again and
will punch them all. I cant stay here any more. The flames were burning
deep inside. Surely by that time he had found his only salvation.
People find that in reading books or roaming hand in hand with another their
parts. Neither first nor second was given to him, but he had+
Well, not so important+
He lived with that, only god knew what it meant for him. Till the last
second of his short life he lived with that only one.
Let s come back. What to do? Today is the day of the full moon and I
may spend my time with+ his another part of inner life.
I feel now that somewhere far from here there is my other part of
living existing. In my black hours it was always with me, holding my arm and
leading me like a child.
He didn t know who or what did that, he just felt. He escaped those
days, he changed, it happens to each of us. He often heard that voice
calling him. Come, come, I did all for you to leave without traces. He
obeyed but any time he tried something stopped him. He was not able to hear
that scream no, not now, you promised.
He didn t know what stopped him, he wasn t aware of his earth s part.
He didn t know what love was but he also suffered. He needed love till
his last second.
He cant be loved,- cried them, - do not forget whose son he is.
- You let him enter, let him be a lucky one, we want it for him+
Rapture was on the lips. Rapture on the black lips of time, which so
softly and fondly touched them. The breeze played his games with funny,
easy like sparrow frisky leaves. You should see that. Autumn, empty
streets with this darkened darkness. You walk these streets, you don t know
what to think about but otherwise your head is full of thoughts which
are reaching your top. What to say? Should I? Who was I? Who am I? Who I
ll be? Should I try???
You remember the lips, the lips which so softly caressed your whole
body, you remember a book which you loved so much.
Always complaining, not realizing what we have. We are blind+
He devoted himself to the mirror. Staring at+ he was blind, absolutely
gone insane. Life always finds its victims.
I always knew that it can either break or give whatever those broken
hearted people were dreaming about, usually their thoughts were about
some better, a little bit better things.
Till the end of time+ time? Why? The end of life, people will disappear
but time will exist for those tiny spots which will exist.
People were, people are and will be+ the question when, where, how,
what will they do+
Fish in deep blue waters, birds which fly high in the sky, they don t
think of the future and it doesn t lead them to the destruction, to the
abyss. Humanity doesn t care either and this will kill us all, it will
lead to nowhere. They don t have these senses. People lie, kill,
despise, hate and sometimes love, yes sometimes and only themselves.
One may say that we can love our friends but believe me friends also
betray+ To love a girl, these days girls love only money, money can buy
anyone, anything even your friends. Girls are money+ Don t trust them.
Walking blindly is better than to love someone who adores your cash not
you. Why dear Lord we must suffer and try to survive. Only because once
Jewish made a choice to nail him, him- your lovely son but we trust him
and relay upon him+
I cant really understand for what we must live then???
So strong and so huge cant give us peace of mind. Have you ever tried
to see all those people- lunatics, fools, killers+
The guy we were talking about was just , well he just tried to live the
life the way he wished but never succeeded.
Any time he heard those voices and he failed it was for him a hell on
this earth+
And only paper can take this all,
And only paper is my friend.
Two rivers flowing up,
Two rivers of love and hate
And no one you may save,
And no one can be saved.
Two rivers, they swallow us,
Love and hate,
To meet the dusk,
This sweet dusk of rolling down life.
The end will come
To you, to me, to each of us,
The question when.
To live or to die,
To die alive,
Two rivers I will, will I???
People won t see your pain
And even if they would,
Would it be easier? For who???
I hope you don t understand
My love, my angel, my destiny.
My tears laid in earth,
The earth which gave me so much sorrow+
The last November day,
The golden swans of life,
They left me.
Please, turn loose the swans,
Don t let them suffer,
They want to fly
And my soul with them+
How I wanted to be who I couldn t be,
To be free of all the pain
I had inside, I couldn t hide.
The razor slightly left the lines,
It set me free.
Can not be accepted this sea of-
Lie, hate which took my life,
My life which was once so widely open,
To close the eyes and lay all down,
To enter the world of eternal fly,
Eternal light.
And forgiven be my last day,
As I always loved thee
But she is stronger,
She calls me, calls my tiny soul
Entwine with stars and cry in the wind+
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