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Alone in the elements i train, i prepare my mind and body.
Always a student never a master.
My spirit ignights, heart beats faster.
I must advance, my skills must improve.
Shadow boxing the night air, i picture my enemy.
I cant defeat him right here, he is always one step ahead of me.
Its my mirror image that i battle.
Is it possible to defeat the self?.
Under rainfall i move steady, my stance must not fall,
Hour after hour, i begin to feel heavy.
My clothes dry off from movement alone,
I must complete what i came to do,
Before i return home.
My shoulders feel the stress, the sword is part of my arm.
An imaginary swordfight, reality Vs illusion.
My opponent is a mental image, but his attacks strike my soul,
Because i know the truth, here on earth i will never reach my goal.
Alone in the elements i train, i prepare my mind and body.
Always a student never a master.
My spirit ignights, heart beats faster.
I must advance, my skills must improve.
Shadow boxing the night air, i picture my enemy.
I cant defeat him right here, he is always one step ahead of me.
Its my mirror image that i battle.
Is it possible to defeat the self?.
Under rainfall i move steady, my stance must not fall,
Hour after hour, i begin to feel heavy.
My clothes dry off from movement alone,
I must complete what i came to do,
Before i return home.
My shoulders feel the stress, the sword is part of my arm.
An imaginary swordfight, reality Vs illusion.
My opponent is a mental image, but his attacks strike my soul,
Because i know the truth, here on earth i will never reach my goal.
this is a poem that i wrote a while ago.. as of yet it doesn't have a title.. i just can't think of anything that properly fits the emotion of the poem.. well it's really long.. but here it goes..
In Baby's adoring eyes, Daddy is a hero
A strong, loving man, who's always there
In Baby's naive mind, Daddy says "I love you,"
When he really means "I don't care."
And through her rose-coloured glasses,
Baby looks up at him with Mummy.
They look like they're in a fairytale,
Daddy looks handsome and Mummy looks beautiful,
Just like the prince and princess in one of the books
That Mummy always reads to Baby.
But one day, Daddy is going, walking out
On Mummy and their little Baby.
Baby sees Daddy's back as he walks away.
The slience following the fight between
Mummy and Daddy is deafening.
Baby wonders where Daddy is going,
And when he comes back,
Will he take her to the circus in town?
But the circus leaves, and Daddy is still gone.
And now heart-broken Baby knows,
She might never see her Daddy again.
And she cries for her Daddy,
And she wishes for her Daddy,
And she screams for her Daddy,
But crying and wishing and screamimg,
Won't bring Daddy back again.
Daddy leaves Baby's life, while leaving
A gaping hole in Baby's trusting heart.
But it wasn't Baby's fault,
And she shouldn't have to live with the pain of not knowing,
Didn't Daddy love her?
Or wasn't she good enough?
Why was Daddy never there for her
When she needed it, especially now?
Baby's finding it hard to remember, it's been so long.
And her heart's gaping hole is now filled with cement.
Cold, hard cement... not that different from Daddy's.
Will Daddy's heart ever soften?
Will he ever want to see his Baby again?
Baby doesn't know.
Many years have passed since Baby last saw her Daddy
She's finding it even harder to remember
What did Daddy look like?
What did he sound like?
Did Daddy have his own smell?
Baby still can't remember.
Then one day Baby breaks down, and once again,
She cries for her Daddy,
And she wishes for her Daddy,
And she screams for her Daddy,
But crying and wishing and screamimg,
Still won't bring Daddy back.
One day Baby knows that Daddy will wonder
He will want to see his Baby again.
But then it will be too late,
Because by the time Daddy is interested,
Baby would have already lost hope.
And Daddy will just be another thing in Baby's life,
That she just can't depend on...
In Baby's adoring eyes, Daddy is a hero
A strong, loving man, who's always there
In Baby's naive mind, Daddy says "I love you,"
When he really means "I don't care."
And through her rose-coloured glasses,
Baby looks up at him with Mummy.
They look like they're in a fairytale,
Daddy looks handsome and Mummy looks beautiful,
Just like the prince and princess in one of the books
That Mummy always reads to Baby.
But one day, Daddy is going, walking out
On Mummy and their little Baby.
Baby sees Daddy's back as he walks away.
The slience following the fight between
Mummy and Daddy is deafening.
Baby wonders where Daddy is going,
And when he comes back,
Will he take her to the circus in town?
But the circus leaves, and Daddy is still gone.
And now heart-broken Baby knows,
She might never see her Daddy again.
And she cries for her Daddy,
And she wishes for her Daddy,
And she screams for her Daddy,
But crying and wishing and screamimg,
Won't bring Daddy back again.
Daddy leaves Baby's life, while leaving
A gaping hole in Baby's trusting heart.
But it wasn't Baby's fault,
And she shouldn't have to live with the pain of not knowing,
Didn't Daddy love her?
Or wasn't she good enough?
Why was Daddy never there for her
When she needed it, especially now?
Baby's finding it hard to remember, it's been so long.
And her heart's gaping hole is now filled with cement.
Cold, hard cement... not that different from Daddy's.
Will Daddy's heart ever soften?
Will he ever want to see his Baby again?
Baby doesn't know.
Many years have passed since Baby last saw her Daddy
She's finding it even harder to remember
What did Daddy look like?
What did he sound like?
Did Daddy have his own smell?
Baby still can't remember.
Then one day Baby breaks down, and once again,
She cries for her Daddy,
And she wishes for her Daddy,
And she screams for her Daddy,
But crying and wishing and screamimg,
Still won't bring Daddy back.
One day Baby knows that Daddy will wonder
He will want to see his Baby again.
But then it will be too late,
Because by the time Daddy is interested,
Baby would have already lost hope.
And Daddy will just be another thing in Baby's life,
That she just can't depend on...
I am a dreamer, I dream you
Hovering above my own reflections I cast unto this world
Wind caressing the feet, rain washing away the scars
I am all alone flying right beside you
Silence be your wishes
Empty world to make in palm of my hands I can offer
Laying beside us are beautiful clouds
Dream of this beautiful world without past or tomorrow
Hovering above my own reflections I cast unto this world
Wind caressing the feet, rain washing away the scars
I am all alone flying right beside you
Silence be your wishes
Empty world to make in palm of my hands I can offer
Laying beside us are beautiful clouds
Dream of this beautiful world without past or tomorrow
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it is wonderful poem, except do you really believe so?
Chechnya
Ya vernusy
Ya vernusy iz temnoty
Ya vernusy iz etoi proklyatoi voini
Ya vernusy iz belosinego ognya pod kotorim pogibaet Rossiyi sinovya
Ya vernusy i popodu k sebe domoi
mozhet mertviy ili, ili dazhe zhivoy
No vernusy i uvizhu krai Zemnoy
I will return
I will return from this darkness
I will return from this war
I will return from cyan-white fire under which Russia sons die
I will return and return to my home
maybe dead or just maybe alive
But I will return and I will see the horizon of Earth
Ya vernusy
Ya vernusy iz temnoty
Ya vernusy iz etoi proklyatoi voini
Ya vernusy iz belosinego ognya pod kotorim pogibaet Rossiyi sinovya
Ya vernusy i popodu k sebe domoi
mozhet mertviy ili, ili dazhe zhivoy
No vernusy i uvizhu krai Zemnoy
I will return
I will return from this darkness
I will return from this war
I will return from cyan-white fire under which Russia sons die
I will return and return to my home
maybe dead or just maybe alive
But I will return and I will see the horizon of Earth
A little song.
Seek me out in space,
Seek in outer space,
Seek me out in space,
Very deep in space, dark and cold place.
Radioactive place
Just like my own race,
Gamma rays and supernovae
Are my childhood friends.
Seek me out in space,
Deep in outer space,
Dark and terrible place.
Full of wonders, full of life,
Full of deadly life,
Just like my own race;
Seek me out in space!
Seek me out in space,
Seek in outer space,
Seek me out in space,
Very deep in space, dark and cold place.
Radioactive place
Just like my own race,
Gamma rays and supernovae
Are my childhood friends.
Seek me out in space,
Deep in outer space,
Dark and terrible place.
Full of wonders, full of life,
Full of deadly life,
Just like my own race;
Seek me out in space!
We see our hands small -
flesh and bone and blood,
we see ourselves fall
down and down in mud.
For ends the stream of life
with each decaying fight,
and come and come the years and come
till death is all we become.
But locked in flesh are the stars of night
and the essence of our birth and growth and life,
and if we turn our sight to inner light
we shall drink from the fountain of eternal life.
flesh and bone and blood,
we see ourselves fall
down and down in mud.
For ends the stream of life
with each decaying fight,
and come and come the years and come
till death is all we become.
But locked in flesh are the stars of night
and the essence of our birth and growth and life,
and if we turn our sight to inner light
we shall drink from the fountain of eternal life.
Curiosity
Poison laced into a drink.
Blades pressed to the throat.
No one knows what to think
And prayers go unheard.
People join and cast a vote.
A group they have made
To keep a sinking world afloat.
And trap the evil inside.
Later generations grown unafraid,
Of the sins inside the box.
Ignorance is bliss inside the blockade.
Curiosity changed the world forever.
Men unlocked the dreadful box.
Opening their world to the evil.
Their world kept safe with the locks.
Now the evil is back and peace is gone.
Poison laced into a drink.
Blades pressed to the throat.
No one knows what to think
And prayers go unheard.
People join and cast a vote.
A group they have made
To keep a sinking world afloat.
And trap the evil inside.
Later generations grown unafraid,
Of the sins inside the box.
Ignorance is bliss inside the blockade.
Curiosity changed the world forever.
Men unlocked the dreadful box.
Opening their world to the evil.
Their world kept safe with the locks.
Now the evil is back and peace is gone.
I am a preacher my word is law
You get what you give
you give what you get
Never regret the things you don’t get
Always give up the things you regret
I am a preacher my word is law
Things you don't get I give to you raw
Bullet of truth strikes your mind
Silence between words makes ideas bind
I am a preacher my word is law
Bow before my beliefs and crawl
Right is as wrong, unless I say so
Right is as left, but you take the blow
I am a preacher my word is law
I am a preacher my word is law
I am a preacher my word is law
Right is as wrong, unless I say so
Right is as left, but you take the blow
You get what you give
you give what you get
Never regret the things you don’t get
Always give up the things you regret
I am a preacher my word is law
Things you don't get I give to you raw
Bullet of truth strikes your mind
Silence between words makes ideas bind
I am a preacher my word is law
Bow before my beliefs and crawl
Right is as wrong, unless I say so
Right is as left, but you take the blow
I am a preacher my word is law
I am a preacher my word is law
I am a preacher my word is law
Right is as wrong, unless I say so
Right is as left, but you take the blow
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Obsession
At times, a darkness
You can see it in their eyes
Where the snake slithers silently
The stony-faced stares of demons
Darkness envelops; taints blood streams
And veins filled fast and furiously with hate
River-less glaciers; burning bright
Pupils expand and shrink back upon
No light; darkness envelops
It is the sweat on their skin
Traveling those terror-filled trails
Tracking muscle and sinew
Sign me, let me feel it beneath you
You with the blood on your hands
Hand it over; gore stained knife
Kneel, sacrificial, palms extended
Towards penniless preachers
Who offer no chance of redemption
Render yourself incapacitated
Needle punctuates your veins
Water whispers down your throat
When words cannot
How dare you say these things?
I can taste the fury on your body
Built barely stable
They stitched your head back together
Death rolls in like thunder; thick and venomous
Relish the darkness that envelops
R.I.P. C.J.
At times, a darkness
You can see it in their eyes
Where the snake slithers silently
The stony-faced stares of demons
Darkness envelops; taints blood streams
And veins filled fast and furiously with hate
River-less glaciers; burning bright
Pupils expand and shrink back upon
No light; darkness envelops
It is the sweat on their skin
Traveling those terror-filled trails
Tracking muscle and sinew
Sign me, let me feel it beneath you
You with the blood on your hands
Hand it over; gore stained knife
Kneel, sacrificial, palms extended
Towards penniless preachers
Who offer no chance of redemption
Render yourself incapacitated
Needle punctuates your veins
Water whispers down your throat
When words cannot
How dare you say these things?
I can taste the fury on your body
Built barely stable
They stitched your head back together
Death rolls in like thunder; thick and venomous
Relish the darkness that envelops
R.I.P. C.J.
[Dream]
Where was I born?
I don't remember It never happened.
What was my first word?
I don't remember It never happened.
What was my last death?
I don't remember It never happened.
Whom did I kill?
I don't remember.
Whom did I love?
It never happened.
I am now, what I know,
I am not, what I knew;
I am empty to be filled,
I am silent to become.
Where was I born?
I don't remember It never happened.
What was my first word?
I don't remember It never happened.
What was my last death?
I don't remember It never happened.
Whom did I kill?
I don't remember.
Whom did I love?
It never happened.
I am now, what I know,
I am not, what I knew;
I am empty to be filled,
I am silent to become.
don't hate them, there are guns to take care of things.
love them, clean it everyday, steel does not smell of rust.
steel smells of blood, from victims fallen
A long time ago there was a legend; a soccer goalkeeper by the name of Shilton
He dove like the wind and kicked the ball like no one had ever seen
Then came Zenga, then came Keller, and then came Casillas, and then came many more
A lot of people think it’s easier to be a goalkeeper
Excuse me, it’s not easy
Goal keepers can decide the game at almost every time they touch the ball
They get kicked, abused, pushed, and spat on
Day in, day out, they put on their mitts and march on to the field
Day after day, they put away their own interest
Me, I haven’t met a goalkeeper before, except for the ones in the daily park
Those kids might be little but they stand as giants with the professors
Many think soccer keepers pretend at every foul
Excuse me, it’s not easy, it’s not for the faint of heart
While you are busy minding your business, some minion is coming at you with a flying elbow
While all the other players share responsibility, the goalie has to own up at every turn
There is only one team mate for the goal keeper, himself
Lion meets elephant in the heart of the goal keeper
Some people, including coaches call them the generals of the field
You can hear them screaming at you from the bottom of their gut
The lucky ones can only see them scolding at the defenders, or directing traffic before a free kick
Others miles away from the arena can feel their energy and adrenalin at every crucial moment
Life is a lot like goalkeeping; it consists of long moments of waiting and watching on others, followed by few but important moments of your own.
Goal keeping- keeping you out of trouble for the ninety
dedicated to goalies of every sport everywhere
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Thoughts. by Walt Whitman
1
OF these years I sing,
How they pass and have pass’d, through convuls’d pains as through parturitions;
How America illustrates birth, muscular youth, the promise, the sure fulfillment, the
Absolute
Success, despite of people—Illustrates evil as well as good;
How many hold despairingly yet to the models departed, caste, myths, obedience,
compulsion, and
to infidelity;
How few see the arrived models, the Athletes, the Western States—or see freedom or
spirituality—or hold any faith in results,
(But I see the Athletes—and I see the results of the war glorious and
inevitable—and
they again leading to other results
How the great cities appear—How the Democratic masses, turbulent, wilful, as I love
them;
How the whirl, the contest, the wrestle of evil with good, the sounding and resounding,
keep on
and on;
How society waits unform’d, and is for awhile between things ended and things begun;
How America is the continent of glories, and of the triumph of freedom, and of the
Democracies,
and of the fruits of society, and of all that is begun;
And how The States are complete in themselves—And how all triumphs and glories are
complete in themselves, to lead onward,
And how these of mine, and of The States, will in their turn be convuls’d, and serve
other
parturitions and transitions,
And how all people, sights, combinations, the Democratic masses, too, serve—and how
every
fact, and war itself, with all its horrors, serves,
And how now, or at any time, each serves the exquisite transition of death.
1
OF these years I sing,
How they pass and have pass’d, through convuls’d pains as through parturitions;
How America illustrates birth, muscular youth, the promise, the sure fulfillment, the
Absolute
Success, despite of people—Illustrates evil as well as good;
How many hold despairingly yet to the models departed, caste, myths, obedience,
compulsion, and
to infidelity;
How few see the arrived models, the Athletes, the Western States—or see freedom or
spirituality—or hold any faith in results,
(But I see the Athletes—and I see the results of the war glorious and
inevitable—and
they again leading to other results
How the great cities appear—How the Democratic masses, turbulent, wilful, as I love
them;
How the whirl, the contest, the wrestle of evil with good, the sounding and resounding,
keep on
and on;
How society waits unform’d, and is for awhile between things ended and things begun;
How America is the continent of glories, and of the triumph of freedom, and of the
Democracies,
and of the fruits of society, and of all that is begun;
And how The States are complete in themselves—And how all triumphs and glories are
complete in themselves, to lead onward,
And how these of mine, and of The States, will in their turn be convuls’d, and serve
other
parturitions and transitions,
And how all people, sights, combinations, the Democratic masses, too, serve—and how
every
fact, and war itself, with all its horrors, serves,
And how now, or at any time, each serves the exquisite transition of death.
Tragic necessity when life must be protected through death
This is what’s kept us all alive in the past
Warring sides, you can see as it glistens in there eyes
A thousand lies, politicians holding on to pride
While soldiers die in given all they got for us
Politicians lie, self-serving bureaucratic shit
Wake up America, people open up your eyes
There’s another war, and its right here on our shores
For how long can we keep the killing war, from coming home?
Soldiers die and still propaganda wages on
There’s no way we can continue on this way
Divided we fall
We must unit, together we must stand strong
Or we will fall
There’s no way we can continue on this way
Divided we fall
We must unit, together we must stand strong
Or we will fall
Wake up America, people open up your eyes
There’s another war out there, and its right here on our shores
In our own backyards, please don’t ignore this fact
How ever are we to survive if we can’t even unit
For how long can we keep the killing war from coming home?
While soldiers die, political parties battle on
For the land, that the people truly own
There’s no sense in a divided stance
But if we unit, together we live on
All this energy that’s put into choosing a party
Could be time better spent
If only we were one
Just think how much more would-be done
This is what’s kept us all alive in the past
Warring sides, you can see as it glistens in there eyes
A thousand lies, politicians holding on to pride
While soldiers die in given all they got for us
Politicians lie, self-serving bureaucratic shit
Wake up America, people open up your eyes
There’s another war, and its right here on our shores
For how long can we keep the killing war, from coming home?
Soldiers die and still propaganda wages on
There’s no way we can continue on this way
Divided we fall
We must unit, together we must stand strong
Or we will fall
There’s no way we can continue on this way
Divided we fall
We must unit, together we must stand strong
Or we will fall
Wake up America, people open up your eyes
There’s another war out there, and its right here on our shores
In our own backyards, please don’t ignore this fact
How ever are we to survive if we can’t even unit
For how long can we keep the killing war from coming home?
While soldiers die, political parties battle on
For the land, that the people truly own
There’s no sense in a divided stance
But if we unit, together we live on
All this energy that’s put into choosing a party
Could be time better spent
If only we were one
Just think how much more would-be done