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  1. Methuselah

    How weird

    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.

    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

    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

    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

    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

    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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