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How weird

• От Methuselah
• 22 Июля, 200719 г

How weird before the sunshine
We walk in different worlds
Our bodies bare in this one
Our consiosness alone

It flyes between the planets
We smile and we are free,
There's nothing there upon us
And we are free to be.

How weird before the sunshine
The dream could turn around,
Our bodies bare in this one
And consiosness alone.

It suffers thousand lifetimes
It cries outloud and scream
And nothing there to stop it
And nothing what it seems

Im not sure what it is about, but I just woke up one day and wrote it. It has been hmm, I think 3 years or so. Maybe more than that.

Enjoy.

Oh by the way some comments would be nice, I'd like to know what people think about my hmmmm art. thank you

Regards

D

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The last snow.

• От Methuselah
• 18 Июля, 200719 г

Im sitting by the window
Watching, snow falls
In the night skyes I saw stars
The snow flake landed on my hand

I saw it melting,
Fragile like a nature itself
Dying in a silance, oh well
There is another one
Just waiting for its final bow.

Hello, just another one in the line
You will understand it in time
We will all melt like this first snow

Goodbye, I will not see you again\
Life will not be the same
Without you here by my side

Oh here's the silance,
Not even a bird will sing now
And it is probably how
All these thoughts are rushing through my empty head

I thought it could be
Dreams that never, ever came true
Memories which are not to hold to
BUt heres another one just landed on my empty palm.

This is more a song than a poem, I hope you will like it.

I wrote it 2 years ago, with the music, and it is about the paste of life and how fast it passes by, your life, or somebody else's.

Regards

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Little Dragonfly

• От Methuselah
• 15 Июля, 200719 г

Little dragonfly

Was flying round and round
Trying to create, nature's little sound

Sound thatwe can't hear
This is our pact
We can onlu watch but not see the fact

Trying making way
Little dragonfly
Through another day Has to hunt and hide

We dont have to do
May be some of us
Either one or two, we have laws round us

Dragonfly on walls
Little girl got scared
Used aerosol, dragonfly is dead

WHy it died so?
Answer is somwhere
No one really knows, but the girl got scared

This is something I wrote 4 years ago, when I was 17 and angry at the world. I have to say I still am angry but it is not as bad.
It is about people and how they destroy something they are scared off, even if it is something so small, it would never hurt anybody.
It is about the world today as about the world yesterday and tomorrow.



Thank you



Regards

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My Nirvana

• От Methuselah
• 14 Июля, 200719 г

I listened to the bird that sings
And flying high above the ground
But here it is, the phone that rings
I forced myself to turn around

I looked at windows one more time
After I've finished stupid talk
I found myself about to cry
I couldnt help it - had to smoke

The bird, it lured me to it's world
I listened and forgot to breathe
It never done what its been told
THe only word I could say please.

Please show me how to be like you
PLease show me how to use my wings
It seems, I couldnt get it through
It never heard me bird that sings.

But then I saw the crows that flew
Right to the bird, it couldn't see
I shouted "They are after you"
To late... it fell behind the tree.

I had a dream, last night I saw
THe bird is falling to the ground
The crows are people with note books
And they are gathering around

And they are gathering around
And rippin off all of its clothes
ANd he is shouting, screaming there
Not understanding what is the cause

I heard the voice full of dispare
THe bird, it screamed with human voice
I couldn't listen, couldn't bare
BUt there was simply no more choice

THe suffering reflected there
ON skyes, on trees and on the ground
There wasn't drop of rain
WHich wasn't screaming right out loud

THe words which were in atmosphere
Are stuck in me like rusty nail
Its reaping off my soul apart
It left in me a burning traiol

It is impossible to write
THe words which were in atmosphere
Cause memories they are inside
And they are not for ears to hear.

THis is something I wrote 3 years ago, I hope you like it. It is the poem about one of my favorite artist of our time.
Hence the name.

Have fun

Regards

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13th

• От Methuselah
• 13 Июля, 200719 г

Hello again. This is your humble servant and yet again this means that the talk is about to begin.

WHat is this date called friday the 13th, why is that unlucky, why people are so stressing out about that?
It is an interesting occurance that this day comes about 2-3 times a year and every time people expect something bad to happen.
WHen something happens and it is just an ordinary day people call it bad luck, when it happens during celebrations they call it a disaster, but when
the occurance or an accident or, generally, something bad takes place on this day, people blame the day itself. If I was Friday the 13th I would be majourly pissed off. People blame everything on this day, and i have to say it is, rather, unpleasant.

THe conclusion of today's blabbering is that being fryday the 13th is a very disterbing thing to be.

thank you

always yours.

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THoughts

• От Methuselah
• 12 Июля, 200719 г

Hello everybody. It is 2.30 in the morning and i have nothing else to do but to write this.
As you can see this blog is called nothing about everything, let me decode this saying. Nothing is your humble servant, whereas everything is hmmm
pretty much everything that happens in the world or in my head, hence the name- nothing about everything.

The first topic of this evening would be something i have though about for quite some time. It is the idea of parallel worlds. DO you think they exist,
if yes why are we stuck in this one, I cannot comprehend that. If they do exist maybe there is someone like me, or better, myself in a completly different
atmosphere, maybe with a completly different name. How is that possible some might ask, but i belive in this possibility as everything is possible, its just some things are highly improbable.

What if you could travel to there, what would you say to yourself? would this new world be any different to something we got used to?
What if in another world , another me is doing absolutely the same thing as i am at the moment and thinking about the possibility of "me" existing?
What if another me knows another you, or loves another you or even hates you? Is that possible? I dont know. but is it facinating I would definatly say yes!

thank you for listening

regards

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