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  1. Methuselah

    How weird

    От Methuselah,

    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
  2. Methuselah

    The last snow.

    От Methuselah,

    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
  3. Methuselah

    Little Dragonfly

    От Methuselah,

    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
  4. Methuselah

    My Nirvana

    От Methuselah,

    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
  5. Methuselah

    13th

    От Methuselah,

    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.
  6. Methuselah

    THoughts

    От Methuselah,

    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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