Is this love?

Since the begining of time people seem to have the need to be in control, not only in control of their own life, but in control of those around them. There’s a big difference between being a part of someone’s life and tearing apart someone’s life.

My entire life I have been told that I was different, but when people used that term to define me, it was more often than not in a negative way. Why? Well, simply because I never followed the “rules of crowd”.
What are the rules of crowd you may ask? Well, the rules of crowd are the rules of living life what majority considers normal despite the fact of the said thing perhaps not being normal.

An example, 50 years ago if you dressed what people dress like today, you would be called any name in the book. If you dress today what people dressed like 50 years ago you are considered weirdo.

So what is normal? That brings me to next question – What is love?

Is love having to text your partner 100 times a day, check in just as many times? Is love having to have passwords to emails, facebook and other social platforms within first 3 months of relationship to determine whether or not someone is cheating. In my opinion that alone is asking for trouble.

Love is build on trust, respect and understanding. My girlfriend and I are as of moment ocean apart. We do trust each other. We do communicate, but we don’t obsess if a day goes by and we didn’t get to talk or text.

I have another question, does it mean that you don’t love someone when you don’t reply with I love you or I miss you when someone expresses and confesses to you.
It seems that lots of relationships, relationship of any sorts, business, friendship, intitmate relationship, family relationships have turned into passive-agressive controlling behaviour where it’s always about YOU! and no one else.

When someone dies, first thing you think about is how are you going to live without them. Did you notice? It’s about you “Oh, poor me!”. You didn’t for a second think about the life of the other person how they felt just moments before passing away.

How many times have you heard “My partner makes me feel good about myself, he/she is encouraging, loving, caring”. Rarely anyone ever considers how their partner feels and how it affects their emotional and mental well being and then you end up surprised when someone calls quits.

The bottom line is – It’s always about you and how you feel and your needs. Learn how to leave the egoistic emotions aside and for once think about someone else, maybe then, just maybe, you will really understand what love really is.


IF I WERE A GARBAGE BIN

If I were a garbage bin I would want to be that bin that sits in front of the Parliament.
I would get washed every day with prime liquids so I would always smell nice and look like a knight in shining armor.
If I happened to stand in the middle of some politicians drive way I would be wheeled back and forth by personal staff.
Lazy day I know…But I could afford it.

If I were a garbage bin I would want to be that bin that sits in front of the Parliament.
I would get fed every day with finest and freshest ingredients off the market.
Only at the Parliament cafeteria you can eat steak and shrimp for $3 dollars
then throw half of it just cause you couldn’t eat anymore.

If I were a garbage bin I would want to be that bin that sits in front of the Parliament.
I would have personal security 24/7. You’d never see graffiti on the outside.
If someone tried to vandalize me, I’d have SWAT squad at the snap of my lid.

If I were a garbage bin…
If I were…

I gotta go file my taxes. Someone’s gotta keep those garbage bins looking good.

TRUTH ABOUT LIES

You hate them,
Yet you tell them
You won’t  buy them,
Yet you sell them.
Sometimes even
You decide to buy
Instead with truth,
You  settle with a lie.
Why do You do it?
What’s there to protect?
Trying to leave an impression?
Or to gain false respect?
If You get busted
Truth can be dusted
Because,
When truth is bent
The lie causes dent.
You say
“I don’t want to be lied to.”
Then again,
Like others,You do it,too.
You swear You never told a lie,
You swear You always speak truth.
No, you don’t, You know it.
No, you don’t, You know it.
Even Mister who wears
Black suit and tie
Works for the people,swears,
By selling pretty lie.
You may even lie for a reason,
Who cares!?
You’ll be charged with a treason.
No longer you can tell,
What’s right and what’s wrong,
It all sounds beautiful,
Like a favourite song.
You can shoot, You can miss,
Is it a curse or is it a bliss?
You can hide,
By telling beautiful lies,
Someone gets wounded,
Perhaps, even dies.
You can lie responding with silence,
Then you go through emotional violence.
You smile because
you were told a secret,
Now, You lie because you sworn
To keep it.
When truth becomes a lie,
The truth is no more
You’re getting high
Just by watching it grow.
When lie becomes truth,
No one asks for proof,
But when You tell the truth,
No one believes,
They demand the proof.
Lies can protect,
Like house without roof.
Honesty became a lonely word,
When you tell truth, will it be heard?
So what is it?
So what do you want?
Truth or a lie,
Sick in bed,
Waiting to die,
Now you hang at the end of the rope,
To be forgiven,
Now – that’s a Hope.

BEAUTY OF THE BEAST

I starred at myself,
Then I looked in the mirror.
I saw nothing but bones covered with flesh,
Covered with soft pale skin.
But then how soft it really is,
Or as a matter of fact
How soft am I?
Day in and day out,
I see people die,
They kill each other,
No fear, no guilt.
It seems that humans are losing senses
It’s scary when you realize
Your thoughts can be read
From anywhere, everywhere.
It’s scary when you realize
That what you once had
Is no longer just yours,
It’s everyone’s.
You see people get murdered
Simply for saying things out loud.
For trying to protect others.
Humans are consumed
By being civilized,
By their own ideas of perfection,
By the hunger for money,
By the power of false…
Humans want to improve nature by killing it,
To improve health by destroying it.
Then I woke up realizing
It was only just a nightmare.
I woke up grateful knowing
I’m just a beast.

SHINE LIKE TOASTED ALMONDS!

Shine like toasted almonds,
Shine like toasted almonds!

Serving Pie with Earl Grey Tea,
I chew to be happy,
Stirring now, stirring now,
Creamy filling for the pie.

Sugar, lemon, Vanilla beans
The filling also needs,
Drained cherries, from a can,
Toss the almonds in the pan.

Pour cream in shells
And bake them right away,
Oh,Right away!
At first touch I knew
The cherry pie was almost baked
I want more colour on the crust.

So cut right, first slice, then plate up
Then sprinkle sugar over the top.
I chew now the first bite,
It’s beautiful, delicious and it’s light.

Shine like toasted almonds,
Shine like toasted almonds!
It’s beautiful, delicious and it’s light.

Cherry’s Queen of pie universe
When it’s glazed it shines beautifully
Feel the heat,it smells right
Add some almonds in the pie.

Put some anise star, you’ll see
For pies, it is an ecstasy
When you probe it, steam comes out
Toss some almonds on the top.

Pour cream in shells
And bake them right away,
Oh,Right away!
At first touch I knew
The cherry pie was almost baked
I want more colour on the crust.

PAINTER’S CONFESSION

I wish you can see more than darkness,
I wish you can hear more than silence,
I wish you can feel more than just pain,
You know, it doesn’t have to be that way.

I can draw lines, turn it into art.
I can play music straight from my heart.
I can offer you a hug or two,
I can love you. Can you love me, too?

I am an artist. Please, let me show you.
You’ll be impressed. It is only for you.
It will be perfect. It will be honest.
It will be like you – beautiful, flawless.

I can offer more than the best
Will you be friend or just a guest.
I won’t hurt you like others do.
Right to be loved. You  have it, too.

TOUCH.

Shuttering dreams,
Nightmare – It seems.
Hanging. Waiting.
Social approval.
Perhaps,it is removal.

Standing alone,
Watch people go by.
Unnoticed beauty.
Action is neutral.
Reaction is brutal.

Words you offered
Are promises slaughtered.
It gets better.
Life was given,
Sins forgiven.

In public. Awkward.
Reading a book.
Lunatic. Yes!
Oh my gosh! Look!
Moving forward.

Wait there.
Broken glass.
Shattered screen.
Destroyed mass.

Wake up. Wake up.
Is it too late.
Once real.
You were great.

Wake up. Wake up.
Let’s be friends.
Forget the screens.
No!? That’s where it ends.

QUEEN OF HEART’S

Candles are burning.
Pages are turning.
A journal you sent.
Passion. Lust.
Honesty. Trust.
Is that what it all meant?

Holding key to your heart.
I worked hard. You are smart.
What I want from life is you.
Desire.Respect.
Shield. Protect.
Yes Sunshine, I need you, too.

My Queen, My Queen
Beauty unseen.
You turned my life into bliss.
My Queen, My Queen
Step on the scene.
Come on closer, I’ll give you a kiss.

Give it some time.
Our love is not crime.
Step by step, it may seem slow.
This isn’t affair.
Love, I declare.
Love everlasting, forever will glow.

WILL YOU COME BACK

Will you come back?
Please do!
I’m waiting for you.
This winter.
Again.

I don’t want to
make a snowman, alone.
I just want us to
chase after snowflakes, together.

Will you come back?
I pray that you do!
I’m waiting for you.
This winter.
Again.

You don’t have to
walk in the snow.
I will carry you,
As I would have before.

Will you come back?
I hope that you do.
I’m waiting for you.
This winter.
Again.

I will protect you
While you sleep.
Wake up, son,
It’s snowing…

There goes another year.
I’m still waiting.

HUNTSMEN TALES

We were up in the mountain,
Hiking ‘n’ huntin’,
Huntin’ deer,
After gallon o’ beer.

First shot it was a miss,
I saw deer blowing a kiss,
Was it true or was it not,
There,I missed another shot.

Buddy shot another time,
Missed it and there he lost a dime.
Clever – it seemed to be the beast
We won’t stop, until we got us a feast.

Bullets were ready,
My arms were steady,
I’ll get it this time,
It will be mine.

Needless to say it was a miss,
Im going home, I dont need this.
Buddy said “Wait a bit more!”,
He turned around and shot a boar.

I looked around ‘n’ grabbed a beer,
Damn, there it was – another deer.
I got closer, I saw its tail swirl.
Oh scerew this! It was a squirrel.

To shoot or not, I was eager,
Off I went and pulled a trigger.
Cheers to that, give me a beer.
Bang! Again! I got me a deer.

CRYING JUSTICE

If words could tell,
I wouldn’t yell,
Fallen fell
To living Hell.

If money can talk,
Bullshit can walk,
Creeps can’t stalk,
Behind the lock.

If guilty innocence pleads,
Justice! A wrongful needs.
Heart only bleeds.
Gone with ill deeds.

Why, oh why.
Another lie.
Promise you’ll try.
No one will die.

Happy life.
Beautiful wife.
Gone with a knife.
Let him serve life.

Give me Hope.
No – not dope.
No – not rope.
I said Hope.