Straight Curve

Straight curve “Impossible!”
circle can’t be square
nor square can be triangle.
How can then a curve be straight?

Vexing at the notion
of geometrical commotion,
brain cells sent into overdrive
abstract shapes twisting inside,
now there’s no fixing the broken line
parameters of mind’s box come crashing down
erasing the well established
boundaries of space and time.
Universal crime committed
all the books rewritten-
Aristotel, Pitagora, Archimedes
fools following the straight line
dying out to new paradigm
angles, vectors- meaningless!

Scholars cry out in pain
from the abys of space
witnessing the abomination
of rules set in stone
now crumble to pebbles of creation
reforming the foundation
atoms in state of tension
rewriting code of life
no longer they obscure
possibility of a straight curve.

Fifth king

Bridge monologue news anchor
Lies and tries the fifth
Heavy headset rumbling
Pantless actor’s face
Words blasphemy roll
Fear the enemy no 1
Danger we all face
Heartless jerk in mic
Eyes empty on the cup
Thoughts on a coffee sip
News anchor sitting up
Weather forecast amiss
Raining lies wash away
Truth in it’s making
Realise the bridge monologue
Of the puppets and a puppetier
Strings and strands
Pulled by the fifth king.

You CAN change

Society. The trap we all fall into. Ever since we are born, we are molded into whatever our parents, teachers, therefore- society wants us to be. No wonder why we cry soon as we leave the womb.

So you have probably heard something about the rising of consciousness, holistic way of life starting to gain momentum across the world challenging the status quo. You are probably wondering if those scrawny wacked drug abusing hippies were right all along.
Yeah, they were. But not entirely. You see, their message of love and peace was in fact a formidable one, and a correct one. We all need love and peace in this world as soon as possible.

They’ve gone too far though. All love, sex and drugs is wonderful, don’t get me wrong, but they did pretty much nothing about it. Why?
Well, they pretty much did nothing about themselves. Not all of them though. There were still intellectuals that understood the way it all worked.

You see, you won’t change anything outside if you don’t change yourself inside. It’s very easy, really, when you look at it. The more you change, the more your perception of the world does, therefore your experience also. I know you are probably thinking : “But how do I change?”

Well, for that you don’t have to be spiritual or zen or whatever and that is precisely my point. If you understand spirituality even better, but I think that we all have the capability of changing ourselves for the better and unleashing our enormous potential.

You have to see and understand your brain for what it is. How it functions, how is it connected to your body, and the world around you. You need to know how to rewire it.
Yes, you can rewire it. It’s not going to be easy though. Your old bad habits and patterns have to be eliminated. Yes, I mean eliminated. Everything you know deep inside of you that is a bad habit, but you don’t want to change it, has to go. Such as : sitting on couch all day and watching TV, overthinking every situation and so on. We all have our own types of bad habits we have developed during our childhood and even our adult life.

There is a reason for all of this and it’s called subconscious mind. Subconscious mind is storing every single thread of data we encounter during our lives. Every single memory, feeling, it’s all stored somewhere deep inside the subconscious mind.

I know many people think it’s too hard for them to change, or just move their asses to better themselves, but it’s only their brain that doesn’t want change. It does what it thinks it’s the best for you, given all the time you spent in your life doing the same things over and over again. Your brain is hardwired for you to survive, and to be comfortable. It will not accept easy the paradigm shift you bestow upon it. It will fight, making you doubt yourself, making you doubt what you are doing, making you not do anything. You see, the reason why a lot of people can’t start changing in a positive way is because they don’t understand their brain. They think it’s them who are calling the shots, when in fact, it’s not. They are only along for the ride, when their brain is in the driving seat. It seems strange enough, but it’s the point of life really. The whole reason we think we are who we are is our brain and it’s perception of reality that was forged by our experiences in life.

You can change your habits and your previously learned behavior by programming your subconscious mind. I am not going to give you exactly how to do that (you can check that online) but I just want to tell you that you just have to start. Bit by bit, habit by habit, and there you are, leading a whole new life.

Remember, you will not struggle or find it hard once you make a habit out of it. If you want to better yourself, you must change your “destructive” habits and start constructive ones instead. You can even try meditating, do some reading, or whatever you find constructive.

You just have to realise the way your brain works, the way it stores information and controls your behavior and then you will have the power to take control of your life.


On the path of now

I follow the same path
in the day in the night
followed by silver moon
or heated by the glaring sun.

I walk step by step
that disappear with every stride.
I only look ahead
my eyes see only light.

I don’t ever turn back
i can’t see in the dark behind.
i walk the path of now
choosing my own way.

I am aware of the wrong turn ahead
yet my feet lead me straight.
I don’t ever look back.

With each and every step
I am better than yesterday.

Majestic butterfly

You realised by now it’s all a lie,
adults have told you despite the cry.
Yeah, you cried, you knew who you are,
but the tears have dryed out
replaced by a fake smile.

Wired from early age
groomed to live in cage,
you knew somewhere deep inside,
you heard that sorrow cry.
Borrowed personality becomes hollow,
you start to crash, you start to wallow.
Twists and turns, turmoil occurs,
now the truth becomes hard pill to swallow.
Placebo it was you start to realise,
lie no longer cures, no longer suffice.

You are on a new path now
walking the edge of reality,
gravity of universe pulls you inside
to remember who you are
to reveal your true light
that soon will shine over dark
when you realise you are now but a
caterpillar transforming in majestic butterfly.

Do you believe?

In the small corner of a slightly dimmed room, Harry struggled to find words as his memories and imagination alike played around inside his mind like a disobediant toddlers not following his commands. Blue light emiting from the laptop, of an empty microsoft word page, stabbed him in the eye reminding him of his incompotency.

No, I can’t do this! Screen of a laptop swiftly dropped and closed in a thud as Harry pulled on it, his frustration winning the battle over his rational mind. He covered his eyes with his hands, his elbow on the edge of the table, wallowing in self pity, frustrated.

Harry was a writer, despite his current condition. His main goal was to get published. He knew he had a gift. He wrote several short stories which he had shown to his friends who complimented his original way of thinking. He also gained an online audience which, after some constructive criticism, praised him on his originality. He was satisfied with himself. He has now decided to try writing a novel. A full length novel, which would get him recognized in writer’s community and hopefully to the general public, skyrocketing him towards his goal of becoming a famous writer.

His mind was blank. All the imagination seemed to have evaporated from his mind, all the creativity left him for dead. Harry was now facing a failure. His own mind had started to trick him to believe he wasn’t good enough, that he will never ever reach for the stars. His experiences in life could not possibly match to his wish to write a novel everyone would read.

No! No! No! Harry shouted more loud each time, until he abruptly stood up, sending his chair spontaneously wheeling backwards hitting the couch behind.

I will not fail! Harry yelled at himself, loud as he could, appearing as though he was fighting with an invisible enemy. At that moment, Harry heard a soft voice. Soothing and relaxing, yet at the same time, assertive and authoritative. He felt a feeling in his heart, glowing warmth discipating through his entire body. Bright light lit up slightly dimmed room in front of him. In the middle of the room, in front of Harry, what he immidaitely thought was an angel, stood an entity eminating light from it’s celestial body.

Overwhelmed by the intensity of light, and the warmth he felt inside of him, Harry dropped to his knees, his gaze locked on the entity in front of him.
“Harry, you are a writer. Don’t be intimated by the unknown.” Divine, relaxing voice echoed throughout the room, into Harry’s heart and soul.
“I am, but I haven’t lived a life of one. I have no experience in life. Only my imagination and that is not enough” said Harry, looking down at the glowing floor, resenting himself.
“Let me take you on a journey then.” said the angel, reaching his celestial hand to Harry.

First, Harry froze in place, quickly going over the possibility of going mad, but everything he was hearing, seeing, even touching was too real for it to be imaginary. He agreed, hint of hope in his eyes.

Harry reached for the angel’s hand and found himself in the desert with three great pyramids in sight basking in the yellowish glow of a rising sun. He bewildered in amazement as the angel beside him, looked upon him, reaching his hand once more. Harry took it. He now found himself in Stonehenge. Under the silver moon giant monolithic stones aligned to form a great mythical place. They looked as if they have just been planted there. He must have gone back into time, he thought.

Journeys he was on were filled with great landscapes, vast green fields of flowers, towers and castles, majestic blue oceans and mighty rivers, white, snow covered fields stretching for miles on end. Harry’s eyes wide open with each and every gaze upon the beauty of the scene in front of him. Excitement took over his entire body. Experiences he lived will surely give him something to write about.

Amazed, his heart pounding, beating out of his chest, he looked upon the angel with amazement and admiration, and asked where would he lead him next. Angel looked at him, and said. “Wherever you want to go.”

Harry thought over it in a second, and quickly, euphorically he yelled. “Space!” He remembered that he has always tried to write a science fiction. This would be a great experience.

Angel reached with his celestial hand once more to meet Harry’s and they found themselves in the midst of a vastness of space, filled with shining stars, planet’s orbiting around the glimmering sun.
Colorfull display of planets and bright glimmering of the stars, vastness of the nothingness and the glow of the sun, captivated Harry so much that he started to glide across the eternal void of space itself. He wanted to visit planets to see if they harbored any life. He would be first to discover it, and then he would become famous. Thoughts of being famous and money started their enchanting dance inside his mind, and quickly, he foundhimself back in his room, kneeling infront of the angel.

“What happened? Where are we? Why are we back?” Harry reached out his hands, almost in a pleading sort of way towards angel, begging him to go back.
“We never went anywhere.” Angel stated.
“What do you mean?? The pyramydes, stonehenge, space? We weren’t there?”
“No. We weren’t. You were.”
“I do…n’t under…stand, what do you mean??” His eye browes frowned, and his eyes teared up close to a brink of a flood.
“You see Harry. Places I have led you exist only in your mind. We have traveled only in your mind, which has no boundaries of time and space. Everything is possible there. You just have to believe.”

Harry gazed at the palms of his hands, questioning reality more and more, simmering flame of anger burned inside of him. His head fell down, and his back arched as he relaxed completely. He stood there, kneeling, watching the palms of his hands.

Only the shelves on the wall filled with books met his gaze as he brought his head back up, to meet angel’s once again. Angel wasn’t there. He found himself kneeling at the floor of his room, contemplating all that has happened. Could it have all been real? Thoughts rushed through his mind as he stood up, pulled his chair back to his desk, opened up his laptop, opened a blank word document and started typing.

“I believe.” He said as the words started to fill up the once blank white page.

When we found ourselves stuck, ideas absent from our mind, we only need to see that everything is inside and if we believe it will all come to light.

Careful through the thorns

Rose to a feet to say “hello!”
braced his fists enunciating
– peeling a shell of a placid being.
Word’s opulent toxic charm
– the way of a warrior’
grand gesture, what he had in mind.

Enchanting rhymes of dulcet thoughts
growing red rose of hope inside
but the thorns grow that go along
like the bright day with gleaming sun,
the silver moon with darkness night.

Yet warrior sees with eyes
blind to but petals of his doing
while thorns razor sharp
lurk in the shadow poignant,
thirsty of warrior’s blood
unwilling to let go
shadowy shell of a being.


Affairs of the brain

Affairs of the brain
strain the mind of the ones
only lies can they see
in the knowledge of few
much like the earth was once flat
set it’s course for today’s round view.

Affairs of the brain
difficult to understand
pig that flies for when
ignorant calls out mad
the one who threads,
walks the other way.

Affairs of the brain
shape the life paradise in hell
spent dwelling under the knife
that is lingering to fall
above the top of your head.

Affairs of the brain
the play written
nothing else than that
premiere of the show
when ignorant calls out mad
unknowingly giving away
all the dreams he once had.

Affairs of the brain
mystery of time
crime against the man
blessing of the kind
not yet found to be
the link between all
the link between
the universal mind.

Shards of memory

I am not good enough
I feel empty an unworthy,
all the feelings that
stem from my memory.

All I have lived before
it is with me now,
in the present moment,
but do I have to bow?

Do I give in to my memory
let past have control
or do I make piece with it
forget and let go.

All the traumas and broken hearts
are nothing but glass shards of memory
dug into present moment,
all the thoughts I have now
are bleeding into worry.

Everything I am today
only analysis of my brain
of past that defines me
now in the present.

Will I let the shards
illusions of future and past
will I let it destroy all I have
because all I have is now.


Winners & losers

Let go of everything you know, something hard to believe, yet make it so.
Fail, but stand up, no one hits like life greatest boxer you will ever know.
Gloves are on, fight is on, do you bend the knee or do you fight back,
In ring of life there are no rules, it’s all white and black. Winners fail but prevail, losers give up after first try. Then blame it on others. Fate, witches or god.
it’s not that they are cursed by witches, it’s their clear skin without stitches.
They are afraid to move, remain in the same place, comfy in bed, when alarm goes off they snooze.
That is why they lose.
Not because of destiny or some shit
I’ts their dreams, that are killed, knife through a heart of their own will.
Look at others provides comfort, the hype of masses strings them along.
Yet, do you choose to live from nine to five, seize to believe, that you are a star
yet, you don’t shine, nor will you ever if they bring you on their level.
People are lunatics, that’s what you find when you stand out. When you follow your dreams, not giving up.
Winners are self made, fear and failure, made them that way, to see life like a challenge, a game.
They play, until the game is over, but the loser stays, when it starts to get hotter.
When loser breaks a sweat the game is over, the winner is hell bent, to make himself stronger.