Why are we even fighting?

War Fighting
War Fighting

So much land goes untamed,

Artifical nature farms are disdained,

We are here on Earth, planning our own curse,

And hell that we create is there for us to obliterate our own kind.

We are lost. We are out of mind.

 

And yet again why are we even fighting?

The mind is so consuming,

That most of people aren’t even thinking,

They are partying and drinking and breeding,

Without even thinking.

 

We need educate our children to think like grown men,

To ask the questions that bring clarity to them.

Why are we even fighting? – is one of them.

 

We are the generous kind,

We should explore the mind,

The vast cosmos too,

It all was made for you and me.

Such is logic that you so heartedly deny.

 

People are screaming and shouting too,

People are wildlife when it isn’t up to you.

But what you can do?

Is teach them a lesson,

Of asking a question “Why are we even fighting?”

When there is so much to do?

 

Exploring Earth,

Finding solutions,

Bringing to life lost attributions.

That what should do,

And not being in a battle for what will pass away when death is due.

 

The life is so vast,

We should bring things to life.

Otherwise, we learned nothing and still are fighting to survive.

When we should learn to thrive,

When we should learn to breathe,

When we should learn to be as one,

Not the lost one,

But one that was found by himself in darkest of the clouds,

And has been brought back to cheering crowds.

 

We are inheriting this Earth,

From people vast and many,

We shouldn’t think like old men that fell,

And there were many,

We should rather ask and do,

What we can,

To make our living a better plan.

 

Adventure

Adventure
Adventure

Adventure isn’t something we should seek,

The adventure will find us when there is a need.

People who are of class,

Know how to enjoy simple things,

And make adventures out of them,

Everyday life may be an adventure in itself,

If you know how to treat it well.

 

People are running from a place to a place,

People are timing their own grace,

But adventure is something that comes from itself,

Adventure cannot be put on a shelf.

 

People are timid, people are wild,

We are all someone lousy child.

We know how to run, we know how to walk,

We all enjoy a swift chat and friendly talk.

What we forget, is at times to be open to new ideas,

That don’t lay under a rock.

We should open our hearts and minds too,

So those who surround would open too,

That is a true adventure of life,

Being open and knowing that there is more than just the drive.

There is meaning, there is life,

There are troubles as well as delights.

We are all in the same boat,

We are swimming in the direction of meeting the Satan or God.

 

Depends on you, how you treat it,

The most valuable asset, your life, and time.

Because once it’s wasted, there is no return.

Only a friendly reminder to keep going on.

 

We all have to admit that there is life beyond,

Scrabbles, hamburgers, meat, there is more than simple concerns

Of how to dress or what to eat.

We should open the door to thinking and feeling concrete.

Life isn’t jealous it’s yourself you have to beat.

 

People are standing in life,

One of them going to be the leader, the lion.

May it be you, my dear reader,

As you probably do belong in the head of the fish,

Than in a tail.

You have the right to bring on the light

To those who are frail.

We all have a role, just select yours,

And perfect it.

God has his own goals, and we are just playing a part,

So, be graceful and start! Simply 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!

 

 

 

 

Price of living

Price of living
Price of living

Price of living only goes up,

So say the elders.

I want only a bread and a butter,

Therefore I work from the morning

Up till the night.

 

I want to have clothes and music CDs,

You may call me old-fashioned,

But for me, life is not a breeze.

 

Such is the way,

I guess,

People are strangers

And walk stranger ways.

 

I believe there is only time

That can defeat us.

It makes our skin wrinkle and thoughts fade away.

I tend to be waiting for my turn to get older

Be weak and fading away.

 

Stop me if I’m wrong

Stop me if I’m dying

Peace is coming our way

Peace is coming its own time

 

People stand in disbelief and wait for God

To cease,

But the earth is not flat,

There are stories written in the Bible

That still require proofs

And time will show right

That there is a unique force

Guiding the skies.

 

Price of living is sadness

Emotions and stress,

Price of living is being beaten

And rising alone.

Price of living is an ability to fall

And fail when you want to win,

But the winner never takes it all,

There is always something left,

For loser to win back.

 

 

Dating Scheme

Dating Scheme
Dating Scheme

Every day and every night we seek for someone to make it right,

We make no excuse to those who don’t fit our tender spark,

That lits the life and there to embark us on a journey to a different start.

We are sometimes serious and sometimes playful, full of glee.

We are searching for our life partner, the person that would be there and make us a little bit more free.

 

The dating scheme in life is as necessary as gas for a car to drive,

We have to have a plan, be it a movies or night in a restaurant.

We also have to have a place where we could take our date,

For further exploration.

This method is similar to extrapolation, we care for how one part affects the other,

This way we will her or him and not another.

 

The dating scheme is an adventure in itself,

Unity of what you like with what you even like more,

And such is the game of life, we search for someone who could understand us little more.

After tests and questions and endless talks, I hope you got yourself out of the misery rock,

And were lucky enough to find not only her or him but little glimpses of the God.

As you will realize everything carries in itself a little amount of surprise.

And good will shine and make you live,

And dating scheme will no longer be tense, it would be a polished way

Of making love to that one that you have somewhere already seen,

But found closeness only now, when you stopped the dream and make the step

To better dawn.

 

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