Fame

Fame, fame,
oh how minute and far from absolute.
Every minute you're gained and lost.
And when you are needed most, you are beyond grasp.
Usually they ask about the celebrities when they lie in the dirt, forgotten,
only to be awakened by the glorious mourning in the morning.

Knowledge

It has its taste, the taste of power,
be it sober pragmatism or mystical dancing of poets.
And every secret revealed in the rain of understanding
or through the eyes of different human being.
That is the beginning of the wild chase for the knowledge.

At the edge of mind lies that gray area, ready to be discovered,
mysteries uncovered in an blink of eye.

If you seek the intellect of the ages, you will find it in mazes of your brain, hidden, boiling.
Happy hunting, may you'll find to your liking knowledge within.

illustrated West African symbol of knowledge, life-long education and continued quest for knowledge; Nea Onnim

Hopelessness

Those times when nothing makes sense, when even burning incense makes you laugh,
those are desperate times indeed and you are in need of relief, in need of levity stemming from brevity of life.
Don't worry if your only necklace is made from troubles. Soon it dissolves, just don't bathe in the distasteful waters of cortisol.

By the time I am this writing I am in pinch, my friend, but nevertheless I make time to send the message of easing minds. Hope is found and hope is lost, hope is currency of motivation.
Its radiation makes fertile grounds green with lust and just people full of must.

I had to surrender this day. At least there is another one in store for me.

Conciliation

My arrogance has made more damage than ecstasy to me.
Only now I am able to see the misery which have brought my hubris,
but I will not falter to the evil brows of saturnine mentors from the past.
At last I think my soul is at peace.

It takes part brain, part inner self and part motivation, starvation of artist's fantasy.
Lazy ones will be eaten by the active and bigger fishes.
Every last one of my wishes came true. What is worse is the fact, that not every one of them
were what I was seeking.

I am looking at you from the finish line of this race, yet I know that blades of the future are behind me.
While the blood falls on my neck I am rooting for you to finish too.

There is no fear in conciliation.

Victory

What a painful road before me lies, peppered with lies of my foes.
Those who have died already or surrendered in my wake
have awakened doubt in my heart and reason to panic.
My life, static as it is, catapulted toward the emotionless abyss.

Even at the brink the of death, smile with me my friends.
There is no matter if we win or lose this fight, important is to fight.
The thought itself is so absurd, I hope it will at least make you warm
in the desert nights of spies, cloaks and daggers.

No matter how weak and sad your existence is, you are victorious till the bitter end.
Challenging the life itself with death.
Challenging the death itself with childlike courage.

Word

To apply a symbolic meaning to a sound...
how human-like.
In spite of simple noise, those words can hurt your bones,
not only sticks and stones can do that.
Sad and happy, vengeful and tranquil, they come in all colors.
As they follow the line of thought, crystalline silver cord of associations,
they disappear with actions and forgetfulness of morning sun.
They shun ignorance and build power.
The aid they make can be misused the same.
Curses and mistakes of vocal resonance.

Resistance

My stance in this stanza remains still no matter what.
Hence I am ready for anything that fate throws under tires of vehemence.
Some call it stasis or gulibility, the disparity and depravity of mind.
However mankind for some time have admired the rebel fighting against the breaths of tyrants,
Draconian advisors of ill-minded kings since the dawn of society.
Piety guide my hand as I will stand and fall to no man. Resistance in my heart.

Voice

The words themselves are only concepts
hidden behind the wall of mind.
Each sound must find its meaning
deceiving our world with symbolic speaking.

Be wary traveler, for the power of voice is not for anybody.
I dare you to listen one day what others have to say.
Not every one of them is wise, clever or strong;
it all boils down to the accented power of their voice.

And if you had a choice to follow a leader,
would you defile the speaker, who spoke so sweetly
that you buried deeply every doubt in salts of tomorrow?

Gravity

No matter if the weight is on your shoulders
or on the head of the Earth,
you will always sense that feeling letting you down
away from childish thoughts, to the core of the world.
And humans can't fly, we have lost our wings,
we were afraid to die. Now we can just smile...
Nevermind, I believe that we can find them again,
hidden under the crust of rusted dreams from our prehistory,
waiting to be rediscovered by the dark light of third eye.

Do not let the gravity kill the levity of the life, my friend.
You can't cancel the physical laws, but your mind will be free always.

Repetition

It doesn't have to be this way.
It doesn't have to be this way.
Repeating each day like an animated photocopier.
Repeating each day like an animated photocopier.
Open your eyes and inhale the air.
Open your soul and inhale the air.

Say, by the way, if I may, I will accent the fact
that it's no easy way to prevent from being this way.
But lay down the facts on me, are you happy?
Living for a dollar from day to day, keeping evil things at bay.
Like a gullible puppy hiding from the rain when world is in disarray.

The color of life has lost its saturation.

Flow

No reason in stopping now.
See that is the way the world revolved today, around you.
Have you noticed at all, that your fall won't stop the flow
of everlasting energy, woven into synergy of powers.
You have to continue, who is with me?
Pointless is to swim against the tide.
Better is to enjoy the random ride to the seaside
or just revel in the stride across the streets
where the eye meets with you, oh so tired.
Every step moves your body away and towards the salvation,
away from the prison, into the sun.
It is important to finish what you've done.

Fragrance

I have scent for every emotion,
every emotion for every pain,
every pain for every love,
every love for every hate,
every hate for every date,
every date for every event
every event for every scent.

The fragrance which you have sent,
like a bright color into my eyes.
Stays in the air which I must breath,
understanding the logic hidden beneath
the simple structure of enjoyment.

It's kind of sad, needs to be said,
that every smell must fade away.
I have to say, in every way
I miss the fragrance of my day.

Breath

Simply the breath, that currency of life

we need to be happy, so breathe with me

you will see that being is easy

as breathing.

Optimism

I love optimism. It is my way of expressing myself. However, I am not stereotypical naïve happy man, I seek the joy in the dark and unpleasant things. The so called "black optimism" of Friedrich Nietzsche shines with blacklight on my philosophical path of understanding this world with the usage of my irrational arsenal hidden inside me.
What is this kind of optimism? Well, I will tell you. You will simply accept the world as bad pile of junk, yet you will not despair, you will continue your struggle until you feel like you're at home here.
It was always hard for me to understand the rains of complaints from the mouths of darkest pessimists. There is no constructive solution, never. Everyone can nag all day long, but the actions are those which should guide our lives.

Darkness

As Dante I've stepped at the edge of hell's gates
under heavy artillery of stares of my mates.
Purgatory locked forever, hidden behind the wall
of the soil under which mortals will boil
in their karmic flavour.

But where else then in darkness can you find
the right place where the light is oh so kind.
So take up your lantern of happiness
and let's kill this grayness with saint John's help.

No point in lighting the light places, so let's dance in shadows,
under trees in Elysium meadows.

Dauntlessness

Courage is resistance to fear, mastery of fear—not absence of fear. Except a creature be part coward it is not a compliment to say it is brave; it is merely a loose application of the word. Consider the flea! — incomparably the bravest of all the creatures of God, if ignorance of fear were courage.

 --Mark Twain, Pudd'nhead Wilson

Imagine human being completely devoid of emotions, a stoic's dream you might say. Can we really label such a person as fearless? I doubt it, because only existence of emotion shows any kind of struggle which emotionless people can't savor.
Fear is the primal emotion, part of our true and instinctive nature. Father fear was following humankind in its footsteps from the very beginning, because there are simply times when there is no space for difficult computations of brain and we have to jump to conclusions. Our survival depended on it. And even though we should honor him for doing so, it is time for our growing up from education of the father Fear. We should realize that he was great mentor, yet we have already tasted dangers of the world and appreciated the risks and strings attached. The Fear gave us discipline, but we should not allow to be terrorized by him forever. Without the dauntlessness of our souls will humans never leave the puddle of mediocrity.

Preparation

Crying over spilled milk won't help you. Remember, every milk on the ground has its story how it was spilled. And most of us don't even reflect our errors and mistakes. Simply because it is not so pleasant as to bask in our successes. Professional chess players know this well (works for any competition, really) - analyze your lost games. Victories are not so important. Wisdom can't be learnt, only gained... and exactly from this. From the spilled milk.
That said, I don't believe we should act like there is no tomorrow. Responsibility and consequences, especially of other human being weighs heavily upon us. While we are not bound to be slaves of altruism, categorically there is a golden rule of ethics we should follow to maintain sane stability in this universe. This rule is a subject to flexibility, but nevertheless, it is still a rule.
When they laugh at oracles and mentalists, I get it. Yet they do not realize, that humans can really predict. It is not a magic. Not a psi phenomena. It simply is. Let's call it instinct. The less you think about your predictions, the more are paradoxically true. How does it work? I cannot say. But it saved my life plenty of times. The most noble and known label of this thing is "intuition", stereotypically bolted into the females, but really it is in every person. Some listen to it, some don't. Some have even trained to shout so loud in their head that it practically cannot be heard and intuition becomes false intuition. Know this, the most pure, quickest and simplest call from the subconsciousness, that is most of the time what we are seeking. Let's all learn to listen to that voice. We will be prepared.
And if not, at least we learn something new.