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Even though often one grabs the chance to say it
the thought of it made her mostly too early to quit
she didn’t know what tone it had when spoken
she have heard of it only when its parts are broken.
A warrior they say mostly runs alone
a warrior doesn’t want to be in any kind owned
a warrior runs first, she wasn’t born to follow
a warrior must learn his bitterness in loneliness to swallow.
Such warrior keeps his fear as a friend
such warrior has no right and time to bend
such warrior – she couldn’t anything else to be
such warrior may never know the sound of ‘we’.
It is a game folks. It is like chess.
And there are no players on the sides. Or they are not as we could imagine them.
Black chess pieces, white chess pieces, it is all the same. It is one shitty game. And we are stuck in it.
And you don’t have to trow it away. The way out is: You only have to Understand. To become aware of the game. And it will have no more importance. No winners, no losers.
The black and white grounding could be taken only as a nice design. Nothing more, nothing less. And the reflections of the design make the play. Although, it is up to the chess pieces to decide if they will be only above it, or they will play according the flashes of the black and white surface…in some 50 shades of gray… Just stop doing it.
But you are certainly more than the chess pieces. You play the game at this very moment. And you rule it, you make the game important, but you can undo it as well.
See you around…
I was thinking if debt
Is a hidden meaning for death
Same as in fact all money
are to some only funny.
Is the paradox of our life
Every day in our hands as knife
Cutting off the reality we should live
By making us sleepy for money to strive?
We should step aside from the crowd for a while
And try to walk alone only a mile
And the price of a banknote to try to consider
And to discover the real intention of the bidder.
We are trapped here in our own cage
Where insane is thought to be every sage
Who speaks silent, or sometimes weird
Showing of nothing he is feared.
But as one said before the dawn of the new year
one is as universal law very clear:
Time is moving fast and the people are changed
But also there are such who change time so strange.
And the time is now…
Make someone laugh for a while
Trying to share her joy
Made her only someone’s sarcasm toy. Trying and trying she started dying
Dying to feel she lives for her own too
And she tried this time to stop her soul’s crying
And started waiting for the one to come out of the blue. Looking back is not her favorite thing
But sometimes to the past man have to give a ring
So she tried an old trick and never drank depressive wine
She started believing once she saw that sign.
Is it a punishment for the loner To have no one, to have no owner? Is it how the life should flow for a savior To be a victim of others’ bad behavior? How strong should one be these days Should one show or hide the complete amount of craze? Is it an obligation to strive for the balance in life Or should we just be ready for fight by caring a knife? What is life I asked myself too many times long ago Since I know the answer, life became my foe!
There are people – ordinary one There are some – comparable to none. Those, the ordinary, stay only as such They don’t really give the world much. Those, the others, they can make change While for the ordinary it is all so strange. Those, the others, are not afraid to go While for the ordinary they are always foes. But don’t worry fellows, we care for you too We can do it without you, although we are few. World does need a change and new fresh start Economy and politics are failing, next try is with art. We don’t have to be painters, just to change our mind We can also be scientist, or just aiming our calling to find. And so the Earth will be again blue and green And so the ordinary will become on art keen. Never say never. Only if you say: never give up!
Is it human the empty darkness of the forest to fear Each day after sunset to look around if there is someone near? Is it how we are created, each shadow we see at night to be the treat that weakens us and our will to start a fight? Or is it maybe that They make it all up to rule A project named “Rule by fearing the fool”? And because every project has the profit as goal This time for a little money we sell our soul. But let me tell you something no one can oppose Some may not accept it, but about it everyone knows! Life’s wife Karma is such an incredible bitch Especially when it comes to those bad and rich. No individual has more power than the universe laws If the sea seems calm they may only took a pause. With the golden shovel one is digging his own grave From the bottom of the calm see comes the unexpected wave. As one came with the big bang boom To the cycle of his acting is the one doomed.