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« Reply #3480 on: February 20, 2021, 17:09:33 »
Love

If love is a competition
Of which body is prettier
And who gives more pleasure
And satisfaction

Then it’s doomed to fail
As each body wreathes away
And every pleasure dims
Out
And every satisfaction
Becomes less and less
Satisfying
As a thing in and of itself

If love is a partnership
Then no mystery remains
As the best partners are those
Who function smoothly
At all moments
Ideally
They merge into one
Brain
There’s so little space for
Feelings

If love is
Only a set of sensations
And dreams
Then more dreams
And more sensations
Will always appeal
More than what can be real

When you love someone
You want them to grow
Be strong and happy
You want to get to know
Them and how they’re evolving
What they can teach
Your soul

Love cannot be pleasure
Alone
But it gives life to pleasures
Gives meaning to life

Love is
The greatest gift of humankind
But we are praised to lust after
The mirage
Of pleasure that is to last
Forever

But nothing like that
Can be on this planet
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« Reply #3481 on: February 23, 2021, 16:20:43 »
***
I close my eyes
The mountain creek
Starts noisily
Pulling down the crystallinity
Of water

Taking with it
The ideas of glory
I read so many things
About so many people
Did they ever feel sorry
For what they had done?

I close my eyes
Life is but a fleeting moment
This truth is often first discovered
When you feel doomed
There's no race
For love
It's not a war
It maybe is a truce
Of hurting egos

At least in how this world is made to run

I close my eyes
I recall
Things I had known
What I experienced
These sensations feel so real
How the water ran crystal clear
How hot it felt on my skin
When I swam in it
Or rather
Held tight to the shore
To not be washed down and away
By its powerful stream

So many lies we swim in
Or rather
Are carried by into the future
Not so many have the strength
To even ask themselves of
What would they like to see in it?
How this future should be?

I close my eyes
Yes, I often live in my dream world
Or rather, I see how dreams could be
Alive and dancing
Bouncing
Off a tree to a word
To a melody
The magic I discovered to save my soul
We live in our fantasy when we have no control
Over painful reality

But the real social world
What is truly real about it?
At times it feels like this cold powerful stream
But I know that it ends in a waterfall
Through many a sharp stone and turn
I don't want to be carried there
Willingly
If I can simply walk along
Or sit on the warm shore
Observing
How it carries on
Until I decide
Whether I want to go
And where
When things go bad -- do something good.

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« Reply #3482 on: February 25, 2021, 08:31:16 »
It is never outwardly spoken, but isn't our society still following social Darwinism? I've been inspired by stumbling upon people casually confessing such matters (a rare but mind and soul crashing thing). There are way too many such people than one might think from how things look like. Please, do not hurt yourself, whoever reads that, if anyone  :'( :'( :'( you're not alone in feeling this way. It's not you and even if to some extent you, this can be changed and life can be better.

Scars
So many laughing people
Hide white thick scars
Under their clothes
Sometimes masked
By tattoos
Sometimes
Just so
Sometimes
Not hidden
Sometimes covered
With words

"In my youth I fell onto some broken glass"

So many people
Look at the world
Through the dark clouds
The healthy competition of life
(Who called it healthy and when
And by which right?)
Disorients them
It saps
On their life
They hear of how much they lack
This or that
Compared to someone else
A beautiful image
A sparkling mirage
But you have to compare yourself
To not be an awkward fool
To not give yourself too much air

Then comes a societal clue:
Leave your money there
Change what you don't like
Buy what you wish you had
Or the hope of it
Enter our dreamscape
Look at our goods


You wish to escape
We provide you with the routes
Give us all you have to gain
A token of a more lovable you

So many people
Hide under their clothes
The atrocity carried out on their souls
That they or others splashed onto
Their bodies
But if they show themselves
Without their clothes
The shapes would mean more
Than the truth of their bodies
How beautiful are they?

As if they're slaves to be bought
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« Reply #3483 on: February 25, 2021, 13:01:24 »
***
Mirror
I am a mirror
All of us are

We affect and are affected
By the world around us

The river of time
Mirrors everyone
As it is made of mirrors

The river of time
Runs through you

The river of time
Is you

The river of time
Carries you

In a sense
It carries me through you
And you through me

The river of time
Is timeless

Our time in the river of time
Is limited

We are nothing but
Streams   
In its body
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« Reply #3484 on: February 28, 2021, 11:26:27 »
It's of course none of my business but I feel so angry when people delude themselves and others and package it beautifully, so beautifully that they themselves start believing it, that maybe my insignificant try can at least reflect how damaging it can be.

To C****

As for the world, the job, the war
I ditched them all to love you more


Doesn’t it lull me into believing
Your words? Doesn’t music
Make everything look as if
So true and real?
Maybe it was what you chose
Believing
But the truth can be glimpsed
Even in this song
And if you look long enough
Into the very words
You would see it plainly

Your beauty ruled me
Though I knew
‘Twas more hormonal than the view


What love are you talking about here?
I know I address a ghost
I know some would find me
A nobody attacking a maverick
(If this ever is to be read by anyone)
From the dirt but that’s the catch
What does fame give to people?
What does skill give to people?
Shouldn’t we pick apart
The artist in his greatness
From the man in his cruelty?
Or then we can grant everyone
Skilled enough to awe us
The permission to do anything they want
With the consequences of the world falling apart
Not like it doesn’t always seem to be one leg in hell

I maybe am
Angry

Because it’s a distorted mirage and a lie
A fake story
Which brought much pain
And maybe made others follow
The same path
A reflection of our whole society
In a nutshell
How connected we are with
The actionable reality
How we believe in what we want to see
So we fall short of seeing for real
And acknowledging our part in it
Maybe some believe it was true love
But no, it wasn’t

I can’t forget
How she said she lied there playing dead
While you went away with some beautiful model
Just for an entire day
And she just dreamed of being dead
On this beautiful sun-kissed island
The woman you said you loved
And your friends were coming
Asking
Is she ok
And she just played dead
For just an entire day
She kept playing dead

I loved your moods, I loved the way
They threatened every single day


Maybe it was true love in your secret
Heart of hearts, in the dreamscape
You cherished inside
With the other you and the idea of her
But if we take a step back
Did you ever know your own heart
Enough to speak of loving anyone?
You acted as if you wanted women to fight
For you
Betrayed the loved one in a single moment
Letting her disappear from your mental sight
To immerse in the joys of being desired
Was it the only closeness you could digest?
I feel cruel in how I assume and dissect
But the world is cruel and your cruelty is its product
And as you harmed a ghost once
In the way her bitter wisdom became yours in the public's mind
I will just reflect it all back
What I'm seeing

Your muses were real people
With souls and feelings
Bleeding hearts and minds
I’m not sure you were noticing

I'm not sure you ever looked inside

I wonder what such songs do
To the word love
Love becomes a dream
Chased forever and never staying
It doesn’t become an action
You don’t care of how the loved one
Can feel
You don’t care to learn their heart
You’re too busy with the pictures in your racing mind
You’re too busy with what you can find
And how you can satisfy
Your hunger

But the music makes the ugly beautiful
The prosody and timbre lull our senses
We believe what we are told in a golden tongue
I wonder how we can blame Eve
When even the most gifted believe
More in their own sweet songs
Rather than in what they themselves did
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« Reply #3485 on: March 01, 2021, 17:50:41 »
An alternative story

In a world with a different
Definition of love

Where it wasn't a word
Thrown about
Carelessly

In a world healed
From the traumatic loss
Of childhood

Free from children paying
For the crimes
Done against now adults

In a different world
Where no one would've been sold
To another
Or bought
For pleasure

Where power wouldn't have become a shield
Against wondering how could another really
Feel

So a sheepish smile of fear
Could be taken as genuine

In a world where there'd be no blood
Spilled
In the name of glorified
Elevated words

In a world with a different
Definition of love 

She would have been hurt
He would have given his word
To help himself
And help them both

She would have obtained her own voice
They would have been growing more and more in love
With each other
And the world
Daily
Fighting for each other's souls
Lovingly
Watching how everything evolves
And blossoms
And withers away
To impregnate the earth
For the new offspring
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« Reply #3486 on: March 02, 2021, 15:48:17 »
Free Will

I maybe only now understand
The notion of free will
But even that maybe is wrong

In my idea
Of how the world runs
If we knew everything
There wouldn’t be really a choice

How can you deliberately harm
Someone
If you know
How it hurts?


But maybe free will also means
You can choose
To be evil
To not heal your wounds
To react angrily and use
Others
As substitutes
For what’s hurting
Within you

I breathe slowly

If that is free will
Then it’s sadly funny
The freer one is
The harder the ropes
On another

The freer one is
The harder it is to feel
How another feels
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« Reply #3487 on: March 02, 2021, 21:09:33 »
Clowns

I watch a funny emotional man
Dressed in different colors
With his hair parted and a painted smile
On his face
And yes, he is funny
And he made me smile
With his sincere liveliness

To want...

I recall someone
He used to be a friend
Before he died but
I remember how he said that
When he was a child
He was so afraid
Of clowns

Isn’t there something that simply
Makes you dread
Them?


Maybe
There are clowns and there are clowns
Maybe some force smiles from themselves
And others
And some children sense it
And dread it
As the ultimate torture

Maybe some know
How effervescent life is
When you pay attention
And how soon things wither
And that pain can dissipate
If only for a while
If you give the world a smile
Your sincere but safe emotion
A funny sight

There is laughter and there is laughter
And it is so important to laugh
And to want
And to want to laugh
And love
And one can’t help but be inspired
By the world’s sunshine
And the kindness of hearts
Of those clowns that plant
Seeds of lightness in us
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« Reply #3488 on: March 05, 2021, 12:17:29 »
Music

Music is waves

Waves are water

Vague words

Make lyrics stronger

Because we search for

Our own reflections

The vague words are like calm weather
For water

Each one sees their own feelings
Reflected

Each one is drenched in their own emotions
Like under a torrent of rain

It's a dialogue with each one's self

Music is waves

I was born for swimming
In the rhythm of things

To hide from the merciless sunshine
Under its shade

I am seeing
The edge of one wave sliding
Upon the other

I sense with my feet
The rocks underneath
And the scuttling fish
Make me snicker

I can build my own space
From these waves
Or I can dive deeper
And maybe see
What was being said
What shines underneath
All the coverings

I often do not want to
I can lose
My dreams and hopes
If the words prove
The well-hidden coldness
Of childish cruelty

Because you can't really hide the truth
You can only avoid looking into its eyes

But maybe also
Under all the disguises
It is possible for a soul
To really connect with someone
Else's

Floating within the waves
Mesmerized by their magnificence
Magnified by the full silence
Within

Listening
Closely
Simply listening
And reflecting
Letting it in
And becoming
One

Once
I let myself drown
In a beautiful sea of dreaminess
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« Reply #3489 on: March 06, 2021, 12:30:19 »
***
With my eyes closed
I recall the figures of pure white light
Surrounding me

Maybe these are the gaps
Between the figures of my loved ones
Standing between me and the sunlight

And the joy of the soft peaceful warmth
All around my sleepy body
I maybe recall how it felt like
Being a little baby

When you scare people they regress into being a child

I maybe just look at my own mental processes
I am maybe able to draft a map of the dark recesses
Of my fighting for sanity and tranquility mind

And the warmth
Something soft and tender
Holds me tight with my eyes closed
So I fall asleep

Doesn't it bring peace?

We are falling into our memories
Into our childish bliss
When we were one with everything
Because we didn't fully exist
As a separate entity

We are falling into our memories
I am sorry to break my dreams to pieces
Everything I sought could have been just my own
Childish memories

But yet it wasn't my mind's play in seeing my dreams
In you
We may not see how we entwine and are interwoven
In the fabric of reality
But there's nothing random in me
Connecting my soul with you

In a way, it was predicted by things beyond me
Beyond any of us
The truth is, only the feelings were planned
Nothing except dreams
Arising from this was ever determined

With my eyes closed
I recall the figures of pure white light
Surrounding me

We all strive
To relive the memories of our childhood's selves
The more lost and abandoned we feel
The stronger we long to them
In their warmth, love, and peace
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« Reply #3490 on: Yesterday at 12:35:16 »
Darkness

I remain in the darkness
Which I didn’t choose
Which I know would pass
But I am not running from it
Darkness is darkness
Light is light
If you run from darkness
You make it darker
For those behind
I have to stay in my darkness
Until it can subside
I describe it
So maybe others could see the light
In their darkness
Or value the light they have
Until it’s also consumed
Temporarily
By darkness

Because darkness means there was light
And so light can return
I just need to stay in my darkness
Until I know where to turn
To see the exit
When things go bad -- do something good.