Freedom

Creativity



There is always pain
To struggle for freedom
If we don't get it easy
It would not feel good

If we success we probably
Sue each others in the end
Still, that is cool
Just feel the vibe

What I am looking for
Is the beauty
To feel the moment
And finish the journey

That is freedom for me

Beginning of Time

Poem


The pedals of flowers are vain
Even roses do sting and cause you pain
We sat through the blossom
just waiting for the wind of change

The sun cast the last light of day
moon arrived, chasing the blinking ray
We still sat on the couch with a stare
thinking of the moment, is this really so rare

The feel, the touch on your knee
felt like a thousand years, nothing to spare
The fairness of your skin and stare
bought me to sting myself without care

That night didn't bring me to you
still separated by the distinct cove
The moment set ground on the play's set
telling our story, the story of love

Time tested

Poem


I want to remind you
of the time I saw you back then

You had your pink scarf
I was late...and I'm never late

Your smile, your lips
Your eyes, are so perfect

Had never seen anything so pure
Had to have you or to die in vain

In time you said you love me
Those words make me so peaceful
Therefore I love you

Test of Time

Poem


I've always wondered when will this moment come
The test of time, a test for some
To find the flaws in perfection
thats what we face in the end...well...some say.

Night and night you feel nothing
and my pleas count to fuel the feel
Though I've promised to hold my breath
for you until the death

This happened before, with the precious stone
far far away from my current home, so I've seen it
The flaws get sour and never heal
and my love you are lured away by this 'cool' little thing

Hide your face forever
to dream and search again
I will love you forever
And never search again

Dream and Search Forever

Poem


Hide your face forever
dream and search forever

Open your eyes, open your mind
proud like a god
trapped in yourself, break out instead
beat the machine

The look in the eye of the storm, say what are you afraid?
Smile, your eyes are the ones that meet me half way
The drops, cries, open your eyes and see
We are searching and dreaming forever

Hide your face forever
dream and search forever
night and night you feel nothing
we have to believe in what we feel

Take the first step to the unknown
Freeze the air like you do
Where my words weight a ton
but hardly ever come out right

You are the perfume in the air
I am the utopian craftsman

In that moment I will love you forever
And never search again

Better Than The Best

Poem

Why oh why are we looking for control?
There is nothing you can do
The chaos theory will prevail!

Why oh why are we looking for love?
There is nothing you can do
The love will find you eventually!

Why oh why we say something is the best?
You can't rank it like that
The best is something given your heart into it!

Dream of Forgiveness

Thoughts



What characterises the human race more, cruelty, or the capacity to feel shame for it. I'm lonelier and wiser now, and I know it isn't cruelty or shame that characterises the human race. It's forgiveness that makes us what we are. Without forgiveness, our species would've annihilated itself in endless retributions. Without forgiveness, there would be no history.

Without hope, the would be no art, for every work of art is in some way an act of forgiveness. Without that dream, there would be no love, for every act of love is in some way a promise to forgive. We live on because we can love, and we love because we can forgive.

- Roberts, Gregory David (2003) Shantaram

The Peace Is My Culture

Thoughts



I was thinking about another kind of soul, one that runs through every one of us, no matter where we come from. It's the pure, essential truth of what each of us is, and can achieve. All my life I'd been a fighter. I was always ready, too ready, to fight for what I loved, and against what I deplored. In the end, I became the expression of that fight, and my real nature was concealed behind a mask of menace and hostility.

They nailed their stakes into the earth of my life, and marked it with a new name, Shantaram - man of peace. Whether they discovered that peace or created it, the truth is that the man I am was born in those moments. The better man that, slowly, and much too late, I began to be.

- Roberts, Gregory David (2003) Shantaram

The Soul Has No Culture

Thoughts



I was falling a sleep. At that very moment she came and touched my shoulder. Reached out to comfort me; only there and then did I see and feel the torment of what I'd done, and what I'd become. My heart broke on its shame and sorrow. I suddenly knew how much crying there was in me, and how little love. I knew, at last, how lonely I was.

But I couldn't respond. My culture had taught me all the wrong things well. So I lay completely still, and gave no reaction at all. But the soul has no culture. The soul has no nations. The soul has no colour or accent or way of life. The soul is forever. The soul is one. And when the heart has its moment of truth and sorrow, the soul can't be stilled.

I clenched my teeth against the stars. I closed my eyes. I surrendered to sleep. One of the reasons why we crave love, and seek it so desperately, is that love is the only cure for loneliness, and shame, and sorrow. But some feelings sink so deep into the heart that only loneliness can help you find them again. Some truths about yourself are so painful that only shame can help you live with them. And some things are just so sad that only your soul can do the crying for you.

- Roberts, Gregory David (2003) Shantaram

Right From the Start

Poem

The world and I are not on speaking terms
The world keeps trying to win me back
But it doesn't work,
I guess I'm not the forgiving type

I saw that in her too
right from the start
the brutal determination
the cruel courage
and the lonely longing to be loved
for someone to lay next to her

So what is the best thing in the world?
Power
And even sex is about power.

Crashdown After Miami

Log

Miami was amazing. Sun, parties and pools. You can check it all at Ministry of Sound TV. However the topic refers to the nice welcome gift I received. I did love her.