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happiness as it was, as it is, as it should be

"White Butterfly" by doug88888

Has the time changed our shape of hearts, is this warmth true warmth, I am sure this coldness is real.

The discovery and appreciation of fire that warmed our homes, cooked our food, protected us from predators and gave us light. Now, we neither appreciate it nor give a thought, a minute for it, while it still helps us keep our lives off the cliff. The bar has totally changed, the red part is overcome centuries ago, while we use every “free” source to fill up the additional part, when did the other part come. Not to mention rain, sunshine, plants, animals, snow, moonlight, and other things there translucent for us, waving for us, things that could fill up the red part and still fill the rest of it.

History may say that the colors were upgrading constantly through the passage of time but in the sense of happiness, the colors were rather fading away. A single day passed unharmed would bring safe dreams, a single meal to fill up our empty stomachs, a few sips of water to kill the thirst would ensure a warm day.

One could say, the times have changed, but the time is same, ticking by the second not changing its rhythm not changing its aim, but we change, and our change was more to the unfortunate. We can blame the Fall, we can blame other people, we can blame the whole history, our thirsts for easy industry. But blaming won’t change us to what we are supposed to be.

The wishes have changed from one single step to hundred miles, from one dog house, to a skyscraper, from a cup of water to artificial lakes. Basic needs are imaginative to our hearts extends. What was used to be is not anymore. Deliberate ignorance for the neighbouring countries that are in the same ball we float in. The word balance is used only for some financial statistics in the business world, that is fake and unbalanced like the world today itself.

What good is all the literature that is drowning in a vortex when we are living in a void with artificial rainbows. One should question if new words are ought to be written, while we are surrounded with libraries of books that are fading. Are all nobels, all poets, all lunatics. Like us following them.

Is the first flight of a butterfly still surrounded by the sun. Is the newborn baby walking alone. Does he hear the whisper of his loved one. Can the mother find her lost daughter. Is turning back the time possible for the boy regretting his actions. Who said you have to walk 100 miles, while one step is enough.

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stairway to ibidem

"Bird Sky" by CubaGallery

The world as is today, a total paradise, erm, perdition, no. Why do we look like pieces from an experiment, why do we look like mices that have to find their own way between the walls that look like mirrors. Jealousy, selfish ambition, success, selfish defeat. We have it right inside of us, yet it is the furthest of in all the theory, melancholy.

Why isn’t everything so easy, smooth, why isn’t everything going as we willsh. Is there a destiny, fate, lines already created un-consciously, nu-consciously, for us to follow. Did the nobels just push us into the past future, into the cliff of sorrow.

My mom told me, i can be whatever i wish to be. And yet, i feel as my wish was already drawn at my forehead. I feel as my wish was already appointed and it is the driving force that is way ahead.

Yet, i accept the fact that it is my “heart”, my stairway, that is leading me to the never land. That is leading me to anywhere it wants to lead me. I sometimes feel as i am not the man, the hand that is feeding me, that there is something different that is breathing in me.

And yet, i follow it, without knowing anything about it, without saying hi to it. Do i have to reconcile, do i have to make him a king.

It feels like a another mystery left upon us, and who knows if we will get the answer, the approval. The key, the sword of the paladin to free us from the crawling beings that eat us, and the every thing around us.

Do i have to wake up from my pitiful dreams to see the crisis of mystery unleashed. The ultimate puzzle, the castle unconquered, the son unloved, the sun unloved. Do i have to wake up from my pitiful dreams to see the cries of misery, fake happiness. The time unchanged, the freedom rearranged, the movie rewinded, the people behind it

shape what you are supposed to be

"Contrasting Cupcakes" by Angela Simms

Its just plain luck, its this, its that, i will tell you something now that can you can either accept as something positive or negative. There is no luck, no creation of new roads, no wishes, no dreams, no dreams coming true, IF we are not a fresh human, a human with no past habits, no past wants for revenge, no hard feelings for other people etc.

You, wanting to hurt someone, you, wanting to help someone, its not really you, it is you supposed to be, but you don’t want to live a life that is supposed to be, you want to live your own life, with your own ways, tools and surroundings.

We get numerous bad habits through the life, and anytime you feel negative emotions to some things you do, accept the alarm, this is not a part of you, this is a part of you that was supposed to be, and we know how the world is distorted, what is normal is not normal.

Next thing to do is, wish for the thing you do to fade away from yourself, just talk to the air, talk to god, say, i really want to get rid of this, just like that, its that simple.

After months, you will feel the difference, after years, you will be new, being hit by a car is not bad luck, loosing on a poker game is not bad luck, it is just what was supposed to be. Evading a car is not luck, until you have got rid of all the things that are not truly traits of a human being, of a clean human being that has no negative feelings for the world and everything on it.

There you go, take the road supposed to be, but slowly make it your own road, the road that you shape, where you point the destinations, where we build our own luck… where you choose when the sun rises, not really, but you get the point.

looking for the easiest ways

"The Easier Way" by t.gruv

This is for the young ones, for the teen ones, for the I haven’t chosen the road yet ones. You wanting the best for yourself, while minding to carry that one potato bag, to cut the a bit of the burden, the hardships from the most important persons. Afraid to face the true self, the root, the only rope, that can bring you to the real top, where footsteps of the one self, true self are only welcomed, you should have came at first.

But, driven by the thirst for the finished things, for the most surest hits, for the already designed roads, where the past sweat can be felt, while being afraid, careful not to accidentally sweat a little for yourself. By going that way, by going through the way where the branches on the road are cut, you will one day meet, appear in front of the door, with an “ups” bio-metrical scanners to prove, that can be passed by the only true holder of the road.

The next thing you do is look for other possible ways inside to continue the easy slide, it is like the need for cannabis, the need to stay inside, the need to keep it in the light, not being afraid of the night coming by. When the butterfly passes by, leafs fall down, pigeons start to fly, you consider to be clever, to be you.

To go back isn’t hard, but painful because of the realization of time, the realization of never being able to turn back the clocks, it is awful, you blame yourself, it is right, lets not do it again, lets remember it this time.

Starting to build your own road, it doesn’t seem difficult, it is just that past time were such a fun round, to play, to rest. Forget about the past, it is no use, you learned the mistakes, not to abuse, to go by its own, to leave a trace, leave no mess nor pitiness.

By going forward, you recognize, the old smile, that is so bright, that comes from the deep of the heart. Looking back, being proud, of the true road you built, where only one man was supposed to breathe. Wishing for the future to come at fast, because one thing we know, is that there will be light, without any doubt.

life can be amazing

"To Value Life" by Laurarama

Look at the apple, do you see its core, you feel it, but you must eat up some more.
Rocks and stones there will be, but with some faith there will be a future you will long to live.
For the future you must rise, to make it brighter than the shiniest edelweiss.
Sweat and sweat, don’t wipe it up, until there is nothing anymore to make you stand up.

Live up to the fullest, don’t complain of being empty, dug some more and the supply will be plenty.
Be in tact with the time, and soon you will realize that everything in fact can be a rhyme.
Your start can be slow, your start can be low, but always remember that only the peak is there to be shown.
To crush our own fortress there is only one way, to put up the white flag is to show off our mighty ray.

There will be black and white days, but the root that you don’t see will stay forever anyways.
Root, green or grey, the only thing that matters is the blossoming arrays.
Even if it is not deep, even it is just weak, to be ashamed of it is a job for the freak.
Face every new clock with booming spirit rather than a rile, and the time will come when every tick will make you smile.