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varwara

30.01.2013

***
I have learnt that our minds are an endless, timeless, fruitful and limitless truth,
Void of fear, and highly pretendless, they bare love and unbounded youth.
Something higher fills our heads with wonder, wild beauty and jungle rain,
As it strokes us with untamed thunder, as it exorcises our pain.

It had made me profoundly certain, that behind all material things,
There exists something much more important, something great and unbounded by strings,
Something able to heal all soreness - vivid, vibrant and soaked in devotion,
Something pure, abundant and boreless; you may sometimes call it emotion...

***
I considered all ways and all choices, sometimes impotent, weak and in vain,
I have listened to thousands of voices, and I treated them all just the same,
And I learnt to believe in a meaning, higher force that we all disregard,
And I opened my eyes to be free now; and I called this life EN GARDE!

And my world filled with a billion choices, and it gave me a reason to be,
As it muted the doubtful voices, that hummed quietly inside me.
It corrected my inner visions, whether personal or united,
It acknowledged my higher decisions, my benevolence igniting...

It may heed no immediate meanings, for subjective it always remains,
And it ends to give way to beginnings, always passing through thinner planes.
And it chases away the shadows, from all fear and sin it refrains,
It feels guilty, yet begs no pardons, as it tares and breaks our chains.

And I lost sense of fear and treason, and I found a wisdom within,
I saw emptiness drenched with reason; I met virtue soaking in sin.
And the details really dont matter, whether sober, or dark, or sublime,
My dreams now remain unshattered - vibrant, potent, and unbounded by time...
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varwara

30.01.2013

***
I have no name and no existing cure.

Like you, I wait for little but endure much,

I rest within your mind and heart impure

And savage everything your hands may touch.

I am whatever you may hold against yourself,

I am the thought that may have eaten thru you,

I am the book you never lay upon your shelf,

I am the one you always feared truly.

I am whatever left in you, that you can still betray,

And in your happiness I stay the only shadow,

I am the god to whom you never pray,

The Christ you’ll never taste the sweeter blood of.

Most sinful thoughts and deeds I like provoking,

On wings of hatred I beset my prey,

I feed upon emotions gone astray

From shallow love to agony evoking.

As you, I live not as I wish but as I can,

Unlike you, I will never meet my death,

For I live here and in every man

That ever walked this earth, on every human breath.

I am the darker side of every angel,

The higher ground, strangely, all of you have reached,

The hidden truth in all the learnings ever preached,

I turn the best of friends in simple strangers.

As life, I stay a tragedy for those who feel

And fantasize of finding real love,

That truly comes but never truly heals…

I am a comedy for those who think above.

I am a sickness as incurable as life,

And unlike love I am a game so often called by darkness,

I am what every husband gives to every cheating wife,

I am what makes all real hero gutless.

As said above, I do not have a cure,

Yet, now I think of it, I do possess a name,

I am your ignorance you often spend in vain,

Your ego that your friends have to endure.

I have said much, and yet I have said nothing,

I have a favor you I’d like to ask,

It may not seem like such a simple task,

But you must try to chase me into coffin.

You must attempt to let your love be stronger than your anger,

You must believe in friends and learn to compromise,

With many wisdoms in your life you’ll tango,

Not many of them you will find so wise.

Sometimes it’s better to be bent a little,
But never break and never see the end
Of bitter days that aren’t all that bitter,
Of magic days, that with your friends you spend.

Each man may make mistakes,

For world was built upon them,

Just like a film may have a hundred takes,

Just like the sun and stars you’ll never go beyond now.

There is one love, there are a million fakes.

The life we live is only granted once,

But if you work it hard and love comes tough,

Your days wont pass as a forgetful glance,

Once isn’t long, and yet it is enough…
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