Lonely Knees 2No longer lonely.A new chaos takes his place there.But, does not replace.
Not Enough TimeSo short a time,Bright Spark.So brief,your fire.Kindled too strong,Burned too bright.
Lonely KneesI have an emptyspot, behind my lonely knees.I miss you, sweet pup.
ObstinanceHere we stand in awkward silence.I look in your eyes with quiet defiance.I wait for an opening, to slip away.You search for words for what we cannot say.
AwakeSome naive thing inside,awakens on the edge of sleep.And, I wait for this to end,and you to return to me.
The BattleWhen the light flickers and the dark is closing in,Know that I am here beside you until the end.I know I promised you that I wouldn't cry; I lied.Trust me to be with you, I won't ever leave your side.And, when there is no strength in your body left to fight,I will whisper in your ear as I hold you tight,"Sweet Darling, you've been strong, now it's time to rest.It's OK to lose the battle when you've done your best."Because every new day is both a blessing and a curse.Another day with you, but you are getting worse.God knows I wish that I could stop the pain.Be your Superhero and save the day again.And when there is no strength in your body left to fight,I will whisper in your ear as I hold you tight,"My Love, you fought the battle, now it is time to sleep,And wake up on the other side no longer weak."And when there is no strength in your body left to fight,I will whisper in your ear as I hold you tight,"My Warrior, the battle's over, it's time to go.Lay down your
RepeatNothing good will last.Footstep, footstep, Misstep, gone.Don't forget to breathe.
BitternessIt is not only that I cannot be a mother.He will never be a father.
Out with the OldOut with the old, in with the new.Begin again. The year rolls around ... And again.Can I change, one more time?Will you still know me, at the end of forever,If I change one more time?How many more years will roll around, Love?How many more, My Sweetness, My Light?Happy New Year.
DemocracyIn this day and ageWe have never been more freeThe world is at its most peacefulBut that is not what we seeIn fact the countries that are "free"Need to find a way to startAddress the problems that haveThat threaten to tear themselves apartWe claim that the system is greatWe all think that it is fairWhen in reality it's anything butBut all we do is despairBefore democracy it was onlyThe king's opinion that matteredUntil the peasants hanged their kingAnd became their own mastersThen democracy cameSignalling the end of tyrannyBut democracy mad become flawedCorrupted by bigotry and moneyDemocracy is a systemThat was certainly better than the lastThe people were all freeBut that was in the pastDemocracy only really worksFor those in the majorityAnd those who suffer the mostAre always the minorityBut even the majority nowHas been circumventThe ones in power nowAre known as the one-percentI think that the time has comeIt's time to hand over the reignsDemocrac
Human Mirrors (Czech poem)Lidská ZrcadlaRuce - a nohya pod listím - hrobyz nebes - prší mdloby,však v pouhém odrazu doby.Kde se slina Země rozlévala,dnes hnízdi supi hladoví.kde kvítka zemi posévala,tam draci z kovu pásoví.Kam zmizelo jen teplo lidské duše?snad vylilo se ven do ledové pouště?hřeby v rukou, ale tasíme mečea s modlitbou se k bohu lži ozývají tišeMezitím pod mraky sochy,do stínu sedají mouchy,jejichž křídla zakrylai ten poslední kus plochy.Tak pojď člověče, k zrcadlu blížJsi sám sobě obrazem, o kterém sníš?
He SavedIs he saved, he saved by He?Is he saved as saved can be?Is he free from fear and doubt?Free to live what life's about?Is he free from evil and sin,Now he's let the good guy in?As painlessly, away are castAll ill deeds from his past?Replaced with holy guiding light,Out of mind is out of sight.A new man, born again is he,A cleared account, can't you see?Absolved of all his lesser side,Full half himself he has denied,And not the half that smiles and gives,Be assured, both sides live.But a sin knownIs a sin ungrownAnd to blindly rejectLeaves vice unchecked.Life's a long-term balance book,So be honest, take a look.Your life is yours, it's always been,Keep it close, foul or clean.And if you want to shift it up,Once a while, dollar the cup.Do some good for those in need,To be a good soul, just do good deeds.Fight the evil, if it makes you glad,Or just outnumber, good over bad.But never ever think it right,To simply cast it to the night,And say "I'm sorry, set m
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Bohemian PeopleBlessed be the outcasts,living off of what is past,not giving a fuck,of what they think of us.We go with the flow,we don't do this for the show,we got tired of living in cages,freed ourselves from the old ages.We don't follow societal conventions,and we don't do this for your attention.We Toast! To our voice they hear.We boast! To our choice they fear.We are the avant garde,and to the norm we show no regard.We are the poets without a clue,we are the artists who just do.What harm do we bring?We bring none,we only sing.We sing with our unchained hearts,readily tearing enslaving expectations apart.
PalestineBehind the wall of eyesI sit waiting for the sun to set.Peering out into the free landsmy timid heart fills with regret.Behind me are brick cells,they keep us from the cold outside.Behind me are starving men,and women with tear ridden eyes.The sun glares as it descends,and turns these houses into ovens.Where our hopes turn to ashes,and our children to their mother’s bosoms.Behind the wall of eyesthat look but do not seethat we share in our pain,our kindred misery.
Speech„Tell me, human, what does describe you?What do you think makes you different from me?The language you speak or the nation you liveor is it something you deeply believe?Country, religion, colour or wealth..I wouldn't use these to describe myself.What do you stand for, what is your dream?Is this society what does it seem?Running the circles unable to leavewhat are we chasing in need to achieve?Again and again and again and again...Ideas should be the measure of men!Your soul is telling you where you belongthe life is a journey, you need to be strong!Search for your allies and start the group!First let the mind speak, then break the loop!“
OrderManiacal Maelstrom leeching SocietyFestering Mayhem, spawn of the lazy Nation.Archaic Laws dictating modern AnomaliesPure truth, evil, pristine, void of Reason.Deriving ideas, death of Logic.A dirge playedBy children dethroning KingsGodly VoicesMasking literary creations, borderline/of Madness.All but none, ordered DisarrayDefines this grotesque AbstractCHAOS
Billionar (Czech Poem)BilionářStařec, mezi stromy křičí, třímá snářNa kompasu ručka sebou sekáZrcadlo, obraz života, sprostý lhářSmutek, růžové brýle z očí smekáV tržnici, na náměstí, teď prodávají tvářVedle rezavé cely kde postel je vždy měkkáNa podlaze, v křečích, leží obrazů žhářV rukou ho pálí rozhodnutí velkáMístnost, tak chladná, uhasíná světla zářA krev v žilách začíná být sucháV rukou křehkých, pocity, nasáklý diářVšak slova v něm tak bezvýznamně hlucháKompas na zem upadá, rozlitý kalamářJak zrcadlo osobnosti náhle pukáTvář, za sklem, na které straně
UntitledOnly sorrow comes to a societythat moulds its youth so narrowlythat young feel the need to let secrets aboundand old feel the need to break them down