Young and Foolish

Young and Foolish
Young and Foolish

Young and foolish we skip around,

Searching for something we could conquer

And be proud of.

But what is all the doubt?

Why shout? To fight? To take people down?

When all we need is to be wiser and kinder

To the outer bounds.

 

There are remarkable people

Coming from time to time,

And they get stronger each day,

They are also young, but are they foolish?

Or do they have a key that opens the doors of their minds?

Such is the challenge for many,

To open the doors or shut them up.

Are you here to make the world move or get moved by the world?

 

We are here to do what we were made to do,

And that we make the world a little better place,

Than when we came in.

We don’t have much time to be young and foolish.

Sure we should have time to have fun,

But do we really try to make it better?

 

Existence. Social judgment and failure,

These things make us collapse,

Under certain circumstances,

We are here to live our lives and make our mistakes,

But we certainly can minimize the bad outcomes.

We can minimize the mistakes and make the world less bitter,

More friendly of a place.

 

When we work, we do something good.

A tremendous amount of effort was put to build the networks,

That create our world,

To take a meaningful path is the hardest choice to make,

But we shouldn’t collapse in front of the choice,

We should find grace in every moment,

In every voice.

 

Like Peterson said,

If you live a pathological life you pathologize your society,

And that my friend is hell.

So why to build hell when you can build heaven?

Life is all about measures,

Let’s concentrate on the good and bring solutions on,

Instead of bringing the problems.

 

Anger is not a key to life.

Patience is.

The Magic of the Time

Cloud Pie
Cloud Pie

The magic of the time,

Is more expensive than any golden dime,

I want to see you through an ocean,

If all you have is a dozen minutes before your head explodes

And you no longer sin.

 

Anyway, the magic and the time,

Are two possible things we should outline,

They put us to a test of our worth,

And so we do what we should because otherwise

We wouldn’t be understood

If we wouldn’t fail, but if you wouldn’t fall

You wouldn’t kn0w you could or couldn’t

And if it was that easy, you wouldn’t want it,

Becuase if anyone could reach it,

It wouldn’t be worth to stretch your hands towards it.

 

Many know the right words,

Some other know the chords,

And third ones put all together and make a song,

Such is life, only a few make it worthier than it was before.

 

We are here and here is that,

What we want and next door there is a neighbor you will never know

You will never want to know,

Becuase how would you dare to waste the magic of the time,

Upon someone who is even saying ‘hello’, ‘bye’ or ‘let it go’ when you hold and won’t let it go?

After all, we choose our own friends and where we hang out too,

So let us do what we do,

Because we are alive for only so long,

And that is our herd.

 

Clumsy dance of the mortals along the sunrises and sunsets,

Magic of the time makes us regret,

We are here wasted and full of sin,

Music made us sing…

 

We are alive and and we are here to complete the rest,

That’s what we do,

Screw those who don’t believe in you,

Make it up and bake some cloud,

It’s worthy to eat a pie in form of a cloud.

That one is without a doubt.

Hope

Hope
Hope

Giving hope to all those who do deserve it,

Wandering alone and looking for the lights that shone it,

Making people hope,

Making up the world.

 

Every time I look into your eyes

I see a glimpse of home,

Resisting to disguise,

Every time,

Every time,

I know there is that light.

 

People are insane and sane too,

People work their hearts away,

Never letting the misery they take

To persuade their way.

I know it isn’t simple to stay true,

Isn’t simple to stay humble too.

But discipline makes us stronger,

And we may live a little longer.

Such is the way,

Such is the truth,

If you a meritful, you will know the truth.

 

Every person that has hope,

Will know the way.

It’s not hard to hope,

It’s hard to obey,

But people who are wise,

And walk their path with simple stride,

They know how to find the sparks

To what is true and what is made for you.

 

Such is life.

Such is the wonder.

Such is the merit.

Such is the thunder.

 

You walk that way and know you are alright,

You walk that way and it makes your light.

You walk,

At times alone.

That is all the walk was made,

For every man that is known and unknown.

 

Bear inside the mercy too,

Those who deserve it will prove it right.

Those who don’t  will crash upon the rocks and bricks,

Of little shrines.

 

People are wise,

And people are foolish.

The rubbish will cast itself away,

The rubies will shine through the dark to call you home on any day.

 

People are smart,

And people are stupid,

I only know that each one has his own bullet.

The bullet they don’t mind to speak.

The bullet some of them shouldn’t even keep.

But that is life, that is the journey.

There nothing stranger than a stranger with no hope.

 

Fraction of a fraction

Fraction of a fraction
Fraction of a fraction

I stand here still and wonder,

Of a time I took a quill and my hand, stand still,

To make a dot in time,

To make the passage rhyme.

 

And every time I think of you

You are somewhere where no one knew,

You would be and make it true.

 

The loneliness of my knights keeps me away from different sights,

I only wander through the past and find pillars there are no fallen,

And I a bug upon this earth that wanders,

But is not yet swollen.

 

So many things to say,

To convey on white pixel paper.

So many hidden meanings in this play

Of rapid typing and as rapid thinking,

It’s only a fraction of a fraction,

That matters now.

I’m the poet the behemoth of feelings

Who shedding them into this post,

And only time will turn me into a ghost.

 

Every time someone wanders along the riff

In Tenerife, I splendidly surrender to their drift,

Cause I hadn’t left, with no surprise

With charming melody covering my eyes.

 

Now that I know,

That all is lost,

That end is near,

I do not succumb to nonsense fear.

I stroll in quite pace towards the grace of death itself,

I know I was not a Lord, a nobleman or even worthy

To hear out you confess,

But there is one thing I know for sure,

It is the truth of those who yet remain pure.

I know it’s so,

I know it is.

I know it with the go,

I know it with the breeze.

 

The red sea wants to devour my flesh,

But in return, I throw little shallots of a stone,

Into its depth.

Such is the life,

Such is the fraction of a fraction

Of my disguise.

Goodbye!

Now I depart.

Without knowing ‘why’

Or ‘why’ I even had to start.

 

 

Chat with Eve

Chat with Eve
Chat with Eve

Chat with Eve.

When I find myself a girl named Eve,

What would I chat with her about?

I really don’t know…

Maybe Biblical stuff?

Adam and Eve, kind of stuff?

I don’t know.

All I really wish is to squeeze the girl and make her squeak.

But it is considered brutal, and not too humane, not too modern,

Against the law.

 

Chat with Eve.

My true nature is outlaw I guess,

A bastard who want to play checkers, not chess.

I want women for their flesh,

As they want me for the cash…

Absurd, don’t you find?

We are both brutal in that sense of mind.

 

But society keeps talking about love.

What is it really? If not acceptance of wildling in your boyfriend or girlfriend,

Within the limits of Gov.

I know.

You know it too.

We are both vandals and brutes, but they won’t show it,

As they show gentleman and ladies of the Victorian age.

I don’t understand really when I try to be nice they see it as weakness,

When I am precise they see it as dullness and savage act of demise.

Am I an elephant or am I a mouse?

I don’t want to talk you into that doubt.

Try and balance the extravagant gent with almighty vandal you care in that hat.

Or chat with Eve.

Chat with Eve.

After all, there is nothing objective between all those who try to thrive.

Every time I think of her, the vandal in me takes as a vandal should, that is for sure.

When I’m laying on a beach and think of myself as of a civilized man who can ignore

Half naked women running around the shore,

I turn into a loser, who is too weak to feel the grasp of nature

That made us the way it did, and what should do is breed. Breed!

Event the bible inquires that. But we are savages dressed in tuxedos driving in limos,

Who aren’t afraid of the threat that rather afraid of multiplicational debt!

 

 

 

 

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