UNEXPECTED THOUGHT
The hills have eyes
The mountains extend understanding
Concrete expressions
Words different from one another
The stance of Logic
Skies clear with no doubt specific
Possibilities with a tomorrow
Horizon ahead
Every day a wonder
The journey into yonder
Stepping into circumstance
Opportunity showing assurance
Step by Step
Methodology education
Theory of promise
Movement from past to present
The truth
When one thinks high and believes in one’s self
One becomes a winner when effort is made and one...
BEING, TIME, CURVE
Everything you know right now will all go up in smoke tomorrow, will be lost: the given faithful, honest words that we confess to each other's whispering ears, and later to our romantic hearts, the promise of an orphaned handshake asking for help, to which it would have been so nice to hold on, the unconditional, love that exists for its own sake - of course, if it still exists - and then everything that was once created or born and now has flown towards the Universe...
- Man hesitates, as Time passes over his head, he still stops, looks into himself, ponders over his everyday affairs and cannot understand; I wonder what could have gone wrong?! Later, everything that should have been faithfully preserved is deliberately forgotten. Unexpectedly, people rush themselves to death for a casually handed out career position, for a new car that lacks Casco, and insurance to make it cheaper, on the child's feet who knows how long since they couldn't hav...
CONFLICT OF WEEKDAYS
Consciousness acts more and more by itself as if it were an automatic machine; will or humility is at best only in the books, if it exists. Cells, molecules, bodies are all part of this manipulative, thought-out diligence. Diligent squatting, crouching in the ancient way of diligent and careful crickets and ants, but why?! If it's not the joint expenses, bills, utilities, then the petty debts that have accumulated up until now are suffocating one's goals, desires, and childish-naive dreams.
Our echoing footsteps retreating before deliberate door slams still ring continuously; the pitiful, small-scale preservation of our remnants, perhaps, in truth, they don't really depend on us anymore - we can only be little specks of dust here, who can be pulled at will by Fate, Fate, timeliness, slave ships, and the camp of pampered bosses. Understanding and acceptance seem to have pinched themselves with nettles as two separate pairs of concepts.
WRITING 101
Words that talk
Responses that stalk
Sentences introduce
Believing and illustrating having no excuse
Forever one writes
Entertain to delight
Fulfillment task
A thought that will come fast
Letter by letter
Hour by hour
Moment by moment
Precise thinking
Concept and objective4
Reaching out and explaining
Want the reader to listen and absorb
Attention phase
Mind doors are open
Writings block you get from time to time
That makes you a writer genuine
Writing 101 being your own exploration...
Movable shells
Only the color and at most the shell, if you can see it. In the seed house, the black-brown seed is soaked and dried on the sand. He looks like an outsider wanderer, at the same time confiding in him, and at the same time even luring him in with an insidious desire.
Its insidious layering is revealed by a regrown thick layer; it always escapes from your grasping hands. It inevitably dictates and interprets the meaning of Being; it casts enticing shadows in front of you.
When the comical moment comes, you can see him slapping and deceiving his peers clinging to the branches of trees: perhaps people also beat each other up in this way, take advantage of each other. Judgment trudges towards everyone with black lead weights, just like the executioner. At the frozen, silent bottom of slimy dreams, everyone can already guess that the rightly dreamed proud present is just a lie that started as a rumination!
The innocent gaze is shocked by the ...
DEFYING DISAPPOINTMENT
The silly days of senseless incoherence have long been upon us - he is afraid. The value of truths and lies is determined much more by influence and vulgar manipulations. The one-time, eternal, mischievous promise of lasting happiness probably only exists in the world of fairy tales.
From the black dice of our years, only uncertain outlines can be seen, which I would have to cling to more and more convulsively, even with my teeth and nails. Patience and empathy can rarely be enough for a wounded-hearted, melancholic will, when the universal, unmitigated waves of sadness swell endlessly.
The idyllic island of Külün-Béke can emerge from the depths more and more rarely. The rocking cradle of the deliberately uncertain Future - if it still exists at all - is less and less accessible to the average person. The eternal inexorable race of the unbridled Executioner-Times, konok Sequentiality haunts with ominous omens, like the wandering ...
IN THE PALMS OF UNINVITED SITUATIONS
The antique mahogany table, which most certainly cost a fortune, is getting beat more and more; they constantly show their snarling, cursing lion claws primarily to their employees at the bottom of the pyramid. Afraid: rebellious ingenuity - if it existed - can no longer help or protect the truth of any human being.
Annoying doubts of the Soul can be repeated several times a day, if the average person is caught in the vice of deliberate, compromising manipulations and diabolical deals; pitiful Don Qiujotes wielding rusty swords hardly conquer the ladies in the name of love-intoxicated, holy romances, who have become more and more flamboyant, more and more deliberately provocative, and the precious sacred treasure words dry up under the palate.
For awards, cheap accolades, petty and pitiful allowances in addition to wages - not so much anymore - to go on a spree, and to be crooks, who cheat for themselves?! Now that's the case! - The guide of ...
CAUTIONARY SPEECH
In the pregnant maelstrom of laboring Worlds, the shipwrecked Man stands hesitating, pondering within himself. Not only Executioner-Death, but the millstone tolerance of Existence descends as an ominous omen in the form of silent agreement. Questions and answers would sigh in jagged ears; I wonder what he should have done differently, in a different way, to be able to look into the depths of the curved mirrors a little more livably, more humanely, and to respect himself, that he stood up when he was pinned down quite a few times, kicked out, or just humiliated and he still remained a Human.
In any case, Time now projects the questions "what would have happened?" and "everything is already ruined!" - its basic formula, it is becoming more and more difficult to break free from the marble block of falling decades, to act faithfully to ourselves with free will. The crowd-man of the uncertain Future no longer carries the considered reason, s...
SIGN FRAGMENTS
I cannot exist visibly, present - only invisible. I do not bargain with those who serially break the established human laws. Rarely can I just feel that I can be a precious One among many.
I just feel that tomorrow's hell-shelter will sink me into a seething pit, humiliate me and pull me down to me, and that I will stick to it, like fly paper or stinky technocol glue, stigma marks must fall from my eye sockets.
It would have been better if he hadn't pulled a suicidal nugget. If only scattered in the human sea of ??cells and molecules - but still in something mortal in the direction of final annihilation.
I didn't want to be such a sudden must-want dust eye, who walks around in a conditional incognito for a lifetime, and yet collects deliberately scratched wounds. To suddenly disappear into infinity with a single calculated move.
A gentle, wordless culture settles in me too, and you can believe that you know it. And...
RECURRENT EVENTS OF THE WORLD
They already say - not only the wiser ones - if they still exist here on this Earth, that we will surely fall a lot, my friends! Even Existence will become more and more expensive, and as soon as one or the other willful moles-mums are kicked out of good-sounding jobs, where it is exceptionally not necessary to work thirty-six hours straight, the state of permanent-total weightlessness will still be in half of our lives, if it happens.
It's as if the external and internal gravity has completely disappeared, since deeper psychological and subconscious forces are at work there, even if anyone has any conscience left to do it. Because those who already step inside, they wander by themselves looking for a way out through a life left behind.
It is no longer possible for the creative person to simply put his head down to creative, feasible ideas, since the so-called about filthy-dirty financial sources, sponsors, and producers who, with little brai...