» PhylosophyHatred is too difficult to swallow,
That's why we spit it out all the time.
For people with a mind, which is too hollow,
Hatred leads them to the path of crime.
Sometimes it is politically propagated, ...
» PhylosophySometimes misfortune comes to us
As heavy rain without shelter.
Evaporates all faith and trust
As steel is liquified in melter.
And we are praying for some mercy, ...
OtherWake up and look back to the old attic days, full with memories but not talking about anything present.
Get out of bed. Drink coffee like my dark days. Going over and over again in this unreal world, calling themselves 'Warcraft', which looks as a little relief from the dull monotory of daily life.
Odys and poems,
Free verseYou have gone million light-years away
Time waved last farewell with the aeons
The white nightingale sung his song before its
tender voice to be gone forever
The seven moons' light shall be gone ...
» PhylosophyI shall never be the incurable wound
I shall be the silver sword by whom
You shall meet your doom.
I shall never be the victim,
miserable, screaming for help victim, ...
» PhylosophyIs there any value in my life
You asked me with some pain in your voice
- A lot of creatures have to strive
But staying on the Earth is your choice.
- Will I find the meaning in existence, ...
CivilianWe live in interesting times ...
Sitting on the back seat.
The world is full with awful crimes...
And everybody tries to cheat.
The Press is pouring us with news ...
» PhylosophyTo her home does't lead any trail.
Everything is grown with bushes and grass.
If someone dares her secrets to unveil,
There are many hurdles that one couldn't pass.
Her look is wicked, wicked is her temper. ...
» PhylosophyIn the spring from the top to the heel
I was fond of a daffodil.
Its beauty meant the world to me
It was all my eyes could see.
In the summer I flew with some sparrows ...
Odys and poemsAppearing as an apparition
apart from a parting decision,
there lies a momentous vision
beyond the realms of imposition.
As I lift my head towards the sky, ...
Odys and poemsThe flame of old is kindled with a burning passion.
The hopes and dreams return in a blinding fashion.
The watcher sees through the flaming fields of smoke,
beyond the veil of the heart which in countless pieces broke.
Words fall short and stiff like a coward on the edge of a cliff ...
Odys and poemsA pernicious petrifying choir of perished souls
from the depths of Hell the lonely wanderer calls.
With words long dead and whispers of the unspoken,
truth is laid to rest and the deceivers are forever awoken.
With the cunning Luciferian tyranny of the rational mind ...
Odys and poemsFear not the words of beautiful liars,
of snakes and of time-consuming vampires.
Fear not the slithering creatures in your feet,
fear not the monsters in the darkened street.
For fear is the most vicious mind-killer, ...
» PhylosophyAs the sun sinks gently into the waters,
as the sky darkens and light falters,
sleep and passion lay over the world,
beings entangled and souls unfurled.
At these serene and precious times ...
PhylosophyToday's the day you seek, not tomorrow.
There is no future time for you to borrow.
Smile right now through pain and grief
even with empty hands, but a firm belief –
not a blind fool with eyes and ears shut, ...
» PhylosophyAs the scales fall from your eyes
and you see the world though its disguise,
waves of terrible emotion emerge
and in a perfect storm they converge.
Your heart goes wild and restless, ...
» PhylosophySome are truly blind to beauty,
others can't possibly fathom duty.
Some can't help but push the borders,
others are bound to issue and follow orders.
The two can rarely find common ground, ...
PhylosophyThe glistening leaves in the spring sun –
their miraculous life has just begun.
The songs of birds liven the sky so vast.
How long shall this harmony last?
People madly rushing in all directions, ...
» PhylosophyTo observe is to perceive,
to unveil those who deceive.
The see the demons within and without,
to discover the weakness of the proud.
I peer into the depths of the ocean ...
» PhylosophyThe hardest things, in life, to handle
are exactly the ones on which
the mind and the heart can't get along...
And the hardest part is the choice we must make:
Is heart more important than mind? ...
» PhylosophyAll of us are storytellers,
whether to ourselves or our fellows.
Narratives we live and breathe,
some to reveal, some to deceive.
As Shakespeare once wisely said, ...
Free versepoetry has rhythm, it has heart
but only when the writer does his part
emotions flow and emotions go
in the unconscious down below
thought is left so far behind ...
OtherThrough the darkest roads at night
As light feels trapped within the thoughts...
I realized... Love rearranged my light...
It had come from me, from the inside...
I know I have found my peace, ...
OtherOpaque black orbs of a material unfathomed
Of make and origin transcendent,
In city streets, more labyrinths, they’re shining
but the napless, noxious light can’t make them suns.
In a manner of speaking, they’re dead, ...