15:31,sun 24/09/2006
No great understanding,
No love,
No crisis,
No pleasure,
No drunkness,
No intence high from doping.
Keep on doing my endless meaningful labour job to prove myself.
Only left twisted desires implanted in my soul to supress,
life goes on,
watch a movie, read a book,
everything stay still,
I was left alone.
They say people get great inspriations from literature and Art.
millions of book have been written.
Thousands of book have been read.
History is still a mess,people get more confused.
Billions of songs have been composed.
Trillion times they have been heard.
but fewer of lyrics was understood.
Differeatness is Art,
Everybody understand,
but few people have the ability to appreciate.
Though try to make one day completely different from another one.
Social frame would not allow it to happen.
So everything repeat day by day, year by year.
People will tell you,
you are still the same,
you maybe pissed off,
but you know nothing you can do,
because you can not break the glass which protect you.
The glass wall let you see everything,
but you will never reach them.
you are afraid of breaking the glass and losing what you have inside your warm little glass hole.
Stop moaning and break the glass.
walk out of your hole and grap what you want.
The world is free for everybody,
but first, you should free yourself.
posted by fishcake @ 2:36 pm
3 Comments:
Hi man!!! I fucking love your poetry, cause i feel it and it is very poetic and emaginative. "spin,spin,spin!" thats beautiful.
Im as usual; disorder and accidents. The course is ok, but still fucking prison.
Read the book by Camus, " the myth of sithifus", hes talking about day by day and the death we cannot accept but must fight everyday without hope.
Kirill.
Hey Simon - I really like your blog and your writing. Keep up the good work!!
Take care my friend,
Val
kirill.cool, I will check the book, if you write something send to me in email.
val, thanks , I have your word.
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