Fly,fly little birdy,fly...

Watch them come and go as they fly,
Never landing,only leaving,perhaps passing by.
A tornado of souls deeply uttered from within,
Striving,diving,continuously flying.

What a pity is not for those who leave to never think about
The way their lives changed over the years,
Of the so many pleasures and tastes,all of their dears,
While now,they plan on living without!

P.S.:
My intentions were pure,
And of that,I'm once again sure.

Inspiration:
Bout it(instrumental)

An endless stream of thoughts

So,as days pass on and on and on and on,I study and think of my revelation(of which I promised you all to share).
Well...in simple words (and just read before calling me crazy!!!) it goes like this:"After a really strange experience I had almost a week ago,and after long,strange and painful discussions with Byakuya/Vic/Claustrofob (AWKWARD [for those of you that don't know him,I don't even want to imagine how this sounds:P] NAME) the two of us arrived at the same conclusion.The conclusion is that somehow,during "my" weird experience,I managed to connect my unconscious with the conscious,thus leading to a more "expensive" knowledge.
Yes,I know,it sounds as if a nut man's words,but I am the living proof.My senses are more precise,my mind can make order through the titanic wave of thoughts and furthermore I am now able to understand,to digest and then calculate the probability of an event that is bound to happen in the future (almost 20 seconds to be exact).
Now...every single word I use has it's own goal in an enormous master plan that I am unable to see.I am able to govern a discussion by simply guiding my receptor to the path I wish,or,in other cases,avoid certain subjects at my will.
I am unable to reproduce what I "see",what I now understand,but,if given time,I will come up with the "right" words.
Until then (and without any further ado ) I give you today's thought (from now on,when I'm not writing poems,there shall be thoughts) :

How complicated is the existence of the people that name themselves human,I can not tell,
For humanity is presumed to be based on logic,creativity,feelings and emotions.
Yet I wonder how many have actually felt something in their lives.
Take pain for instance...a logic and common element amongst people of all ages.
I wonder,how many have truly felt and understood their own pain.
The reflection of pain on the mind is that it is something wrong,something that is supposed to...hurt.
Through my filter of vision and thinking I see pain differently,
As both physic an emotional pain are nothing but a piece of information,
Gather either by our body's nerves or our real life situations.
Its meaning is not to hurt but burn,and ass odd as it may seems,this is what it actually does.
It enters our mind,our brain,and burns our health or mood.
If people would simply accept pain,with no struggle (once again,both physical and emotional pain)
If they would accept instead of repelling it,then that difference would mean the world.
I find it wise not to explain the effects of accepting pain,as I consider it part of humanities tests,
Yet I evoke a question:
How can people call themselves human when they are unable to accept and/or respond to their feelings/sensations?

P.S.:
[Enjoy understanding this :P]

A burden now,
An ally later,
A shadow once,
People as fragments based on the same shape...

Inspiration:
Dub FX-Made
"Peace on Earth is evolution for mankind!"

In need of thinking

So,i'm going to let the poetry down for a minute and just share some of the thoughts...
Well firstly I can't wait for my FRESHMEN YEAR...(drowling in the background).Secondly,I've had this weird revelation a couple of days ago,which i plan on explaining latter(when hopefully i would have found a reasonable explination:( ).
Until then,cheers and enjoy:

I finally believe in the miracles of this world,
As both thorn and thistle,images alike,
With no boundaries whatsoever,the thoughts collide,
But now,the thoughts are here,in the night,
All so clear....

Is it not the way we percept that makes us react?
If that is so,how can we react when perception itself is only but a variable?
Who are we to tell,to discover,to reveal the truth?
Our enemy is the illusion of belief.

P.S.:
[PONDER ON THIS ONE>:P]

Blinded are those who seek,
For only the mind can choose!

Inspiration:

Rusko feat. Amber Coffman - "Hold On"

Vama Veche-Day 2

If every single day held,
So much pleasure and insanity,
All combined in a single place,
Squashed and chewed...yet lovely.

Just a moment,
Just a second,
Just a glance,
And every thing would turn to peace.

Emotions smile and wave,
The simple things we just can't let go,
Like Kirsten dancing on the wooden table,
Or james checking out every girl...

I simply smile and dance along,
As the day only gets better.

P.S.:
It's really 4:18 in the morning and I'm still not drunk:P

Lightning strike

Even when we are tossed away,

As after struck by lightning,lies only pain,

We never cease to wonder,wonder in vain,

How can lightning fall without a drop of rain.

Soon after,the sky cries with water in its wound,

Flooding yet cleansing,with clouds eager to show.

This view,only but a coin in nature's purse,

As we are all,nothing but spares in a greater plan.

The rain stops and the clouds retreat,

Thus I abbandon my shelter,standing on bare feet.

It's quiet,but the view is deceiving,

As with a thunderclap,I...

See my final light.

So what!

You all think of your lives as being complicated.Untrue!Life,as it is to you,is nothing but miscalculated.Errors that might seem hard to solve,making the entire ecuation complex,but if you draw the line,the truth is revealed...LIFE IS SIMPLE!
We waste it instead of treasuring it,as if wipping our asses off with all it has to offer.Must make quite an itch!:))
Anyhow,let this be a warning to all:
"Stop complaining and start doing and be responsible for the decisions you make(whether right or wrong) and learn to live with them.Complicated are unexpected diseases/deaths not the fact that you screwed up hell knows where..."

Live,
Enjoy,
Hate and cry,
Do everything as if in the next second you're bound to die.;)

Inspiration:
Placebo-Running up that hill

Plecarea...

-De ce pleci?intreba cu lacrimi in glas acum fetita mereu zambitoare.

O silueta se ridica atunci de pe patura pe care statea fetita.

-Nu fi copila,depaseste-ti conditia si priveste totul global iar nu local!

Oftand,simtind cum greul urmeaza sa vina,silueta de barbat facu un gest mic dar sigur,retragandu-se cu un pas in spate.

-Cand ma tineai in brate,si mima cu un gest delicat cu o voce subtire catre bratele sale slabe,altele iti erau gandurile.Acum,ma faci copila?

Oftand,baiatul se retrase cu inca un pas si continua,parca neintrerupt dintr-un discurs premeditat:

-Are sens sa-ti explic.Ar schimba ceva?

Fata dadu semne ca ar vrea sa-l intrerupa,dar mana lui ridicata,impunea liniste:

-O mie de lucruri se intampla zilnic fara ca cineva sa le observe...Oameni mor in fiecare secunda pe cand altii se nasc in acelasi timp completandu-se si deci formand un ciclu.Intelegi ce vreau sa spun?

Cu o expresie de indignare amestecata cu o ura pe care numai o minte strict feminina ar putea sa o intealeaga,fetita se ridica,teapana precum un munte si ajungand la nici o respiratie departare de el il apostrofa:

-Este o scuza jalnica si un apropo si mai jalnic.Imi spui de ciclu si schimbare dar te-ai gandit ca poate nu vreau sa trec peste tine...Poate ca tu in sinea ta poti dar pentru mine realitatea este alta.

Facu o pauza si lasa capul in jos,privindu-si picioarele de sub rochia de vara galbena pe care o purta.Incet,trase o gura de aer in piept si isi ridica fata,fixandu-i ochii si oblingandu-i printr-o forta inexplicabila sa isi mentina contactul:

-In realitatea mea eu nu vorbesc acum cu un strain care moare in fiecare secunda si nici nu astept pe un altul care sa se nasca din cine stie ce ALTA SECUNDA.Vorbesc in schimb cu omul pe care il iubesc,alaturi de care ma tot trezesc in fiecare dimineata din ultimii trei ani.Ti-am oferit totul iar acum...iti cer doar sa ramai.Oare e chiar atat de greu?

Furios,baiatul o indeparta de langa el si se intoarse cu spatele.Ca si cum privelistea ei nu reprezenta decat o pata de cerneala pe o camasa noua,doar o mazgalitura intr-un inceput de caiet nou.

-Ma vrei?

-Ce fel de intrebare e asta?

-Raspunde-mi te rog fara intrebari sau ezitari.Ma vrei?

-Desigur!

-Ma iubesti?

-Da,iubitule.

-Cum oamenii se nasc si mor,acelasi drum este impartasit si de sentimentele umane.Unele se nasc iar altele mor.Amintirile trec pe cand urmele raman,iar ceasul nostru,draga,suna a amintire.

Se lasa liniste.Dupa ceva timp fata ingenunche si isi prinse rochia intr-o imbratisara patisama.

-Ai dubii...se simte din glas.Dar te iert.Te iert acum si te voi ierta in fiecare zi in care tu nu vei fi aici,iar ura mea va fi trecatoare iti promit.

-Atunci uraste-ma tare si iubeste-ma putin,pentru ca ura sa treaca iar dragostea sa ramana.

P.S.:
Ma trezesc in fiecare zi si imi vad soarele in chip minunat,

Ce zavorat sta ascuns,in pietre,de-a pururea turnat,

Caci firele ce se intind si ne inconjoara,marunt,

De ei au fost spulberate,in rafale de vant.

Inspiration:

The Fray - How To Save A Life

Pentru tine si pentru ziua in care am incepe sa nu ne mai vedem.