29.10.10

the way i feel can not be expressed

I have something to say
But I can't find words
Chaos in my mind
I need it to rewind
Words don't stick together
But you don't bother
One dream by every night
Shows me some sunlight
A little missed piece
Impossible things
Can't change a thing
I'm just a human being

24.10.10

we can burn

In this darkness
Heavy mystery in room
Music sound
Played with broken violin
I breathe in
I breathe out
Candle tries to stop
Flame slowly disappears
Voices in my head cheer up
Say you didn't know
Say you had to hide
Sparkling ideas
No not anymore
Freezing cold
Frost all around
Just untied, crazy 
I pass by the border
But I have to freeze
Gotta give it all away
Look for one more chance
For last sip
Drain out and leave
Leave it cold, messy, dark

16.10.10

happiness brings my inspiration


Each morning when I open my eyes I say to myself: I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today. I can choose which it shall be. Yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn't arrived yet. I have just one day, today, and I'm going to be happy in it.

Optimist: Person who travels on nothing from nowhere to happiness.

Most people are about as happy as they make up their minds to be.

The amount of happiness that you have depends on the amount of freedom you have in your heart.
 
Happiness is a perfume you cannot pour on others without getting a few drops on yourself.

My life has no purpose, no direction, no aim, no meaning, and yet I'm happy. I can't figure it out. What am I doing right?

It is an illusion that youth is happy, an illusion of those who have lost it.


When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has been opened for us.

Gratefulness is the key to a happy life that we hold in our hands, because if we are not grateful, then no matter how much we have we will not be happy -- because we will always want to have something else or something more.

People spend a lifetime searching for happiness; looking for peace. They chase idle dreams, addictions, religions, even other people, hoping to fill the emptiness that plagues them. The irony is the only place they ever needed to search was within.
 
Success is not the key to happiness. Happiness is the key to success. If you love what you are doing, you will be successful.

I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, it's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope. Which is what I do, and that enables you to laugh at life's realities. 
 
Never tell people how to do things. Tell them what to do and they will surprise you with their ingenuity.

I am imagination. I can see what the eyes cannot see. I can hear what the ears cannot hear. I can feel what the heart cannot feel.

"Imagination is more important than knowledge. For knowledge is limited to all we now know and understand, while imagination embraces the entire world, and all there ever will be to know and understand."

"If you can imagine it, you can achieve it; if you can dream it, you can become it."

"My imagination makes me human and makes me a fool; it gives me all the world and exiles me from it."

"To know is nothing at all; to imagine is everything."

"We live by our imagination, our admiration s, and our sentiments."


"The quality of the imagination is to flow and not to freeze."

15.10.10

so many words in the world

Light so bright
That wasn't that tight
Moon in the room
Do we need a golden spoon?
Tree so free
What would it be without me?
Do you like these games?
Word games
I do
Brightly express me
Slightly have some sense

please don't take me away from myself

That flipped coin
What is lost
Will never be found again
These gone emotions
Once survived
But now forgoten
Lost somewhere
And I don't know where
Empty spaces in memory
Huge holes of possible mistakes
Who makes them disappear?
Who collects these lost things?
And flipped coins

01.10.10

If only I could go to Paris and feel that magic air of love

I want to go outside
And run
Through autumn leaves
Through winter snow
And Stop
At sunny spring
I want to see the sun
And walk through Paris streets
To see the love in city
And dance in amazing Rome
Till sunrise in the morning
And meet new friends in London
To have some inspiration
I want to fly out high
And see the moon
Be aware of winters doom 
To dance in midnight
And laugh about the runners
To draw a little picture
Of me in boundless world
To dream a little more
About these thrilling journeys
Forget what I'm saying
Today I'm lying
I'm not going to go outside
Today I'll stay in warm
And enjoy the flame
Flame of passion dreams

23.09.10

let the sun shine

Colours of the life
Little simple things
Easy words
We can see it every day
These rainbows after rain
Warm sun after winter
Autumn yellow leafs
World is not made out of black and white
It's not as grey as you see
Open your damn eyes
And see this world in diferent sight
Take one white paper sheet
Make it colourful
Use all the colours
Paint your life 
Make it bright

free to be who I am

It's dark and white
But sometimes pink
Then whole world stops
And turns around
Scent of magic beans
And it's hard to crawl
I start to believe in world
Words in mess
No sensible toughts
Little fairy sings to me
The song I know for ages
The bird that knocks at the door
And silence
It just disapears
I have no other choise
But let the world come in
There's no sorrow in my heart
Not a hole in soul
Just let it all to go

12.09.10

Ūdens trauks

Kādai vecai sievietei Ķīnā bija divi lieli trauki, kas bija iekārti kārts galos, kuru viņa nēsāja sev uz pleca. Vienam traukam bija plaisa, tajā pat laikā otrais bija nevainojams un allaž pārnēsāja visu ūdeni. Garā ceļojuma laikā no strauta līdz mājām ieplīsušais trauks bija tikai līdz pusei pilns.
Diendienā tas turpinājās veselus divus gadus: sieviete uz mājām pārnesa tikai pusotru ūdens trauku. Protams, ka veselais trauks ļoti lepojās ar saviem panākumiem. Bet nabaga ieplīsušais trauks kaunējās no sava trūkuma; viņam bija žēl, ka viņš pildīja tikai pusi no sava darba. Pēc diviem gadiem visa tā, kas tika vērtēts kā rūgta neveiksme, vienā dienā viņš avota malā uzrunāja sievieti.
«Man ir tāds kauns, ka plaisas dēļ manā sānā ūdens nemitīgi izlīst, ejot pa ceļu uz mūsu mājām.»
Vecenīte pasmaidīja: «Bet vai tu esi ievērojis, ka tavā takas pusē aug ziedi, bet otrā trauka pusē nē? Tas ir tāpēc, ka es allaž esmu zinājusi par tavu trūkumu, tāpēc iesēju puķu sēklas tavā ceļa pusē, un katru dienu, atgriežoties atpakaļ, tu tos laisti. Divu gadu laikā es varēju vākt šos ziedus un izpušķot galdu. Ja tu nebūtu tāds, kāds tu esi, tad nebūtu arī šī skaistuma mājas izpušķošanai.»
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