Tea Forever For Me!

I have nothing big to talk about, just want to show you something!
When I heard that Lady Gaga have the song called Tea, I was wondering about what could it be (uuuu a rhym ;) ) If I can't hear her's I'll write my version, my idea of it and I opened a Word doc and typed the name Tea. Then I had no words...It was a blank canvas looking at me and I have no colours to create something of it. And i was so devastated that I saved that file with just a name Tea. It was hanging there among my files and one night (of course it was night cuz I'm a night owl and yeah then I have inspiration) and I got this idea of The A Team from Ed Sheran but still nothing tangible and I wrote the first verse among other very bad lines and it was she's my tea. Now why is she my tea? how can person be like a tea? Cuz she's that hot? cuz she tastes that good? cuz she smells that good? I was left again with those thoughts and I left it standing stearing at me. And I couldn't imagine ;), but I was drinking tea when I realise that she is like a tea, because I couldn't live without her. The first stanza (what a word!) was written it was sweet and lovely, but if you read my stuff I always like to fall a bit into dark upppsss I'm sorry. But it has a happy ending! yay me!!! And of course love, love, love, I want your love!

Tea

Everytime I see you on the floor,

Everytime you close another open door.

I start to wonder if it's true,

But I believe it is just you,

Nothing can dry your tears,

Nothing can turn back the years,

But when you are with me,

Smile and be free

                                         

You are like a tea,

Warm, good for me,

You are like a tea,

Running free.

And with every look I can see through your eyes,

And with every touch the cold inside of me dies,

And whenever she's with me!

She's my tea!

Now that we are apart we are blind,

I try to focus but only you're in my mind,

I'm feeling cold when I'm alone,

I feel bear as a broken bone,

Leave me alone in tears,

I'm lost in all heaven sfears,

But when you were with me,

I was happy, I could see

You are like a tea,

Warm, good for me,

You are like a tea,

Running free.

And with every look I can see through your eyes,

And with every touch the cold inside of me dies.

And whenever she's with me!

She's my tea!

I have to stand up and remember,

It's snowing and it's cold out in december,

I want to smell fresh tea leaves,

I need love for my heart that grieves,

When I feel that cold breeze,

When the phone rings, it's you please!

But when I hear your voice,

I have a second choice!

You are like a tea,

Warm good for me,

You are like a tea,

Running free.

And with every look I can see through your eyes,

And with every touch the cold inside of me dies.

And whenever she's with me!

She's my tea!

So hope you liked that! :) It's a bit wintery, but I don't care I don't live in time, but in imagination so I don't care! :D

Poetic Human Beyond The Worlds

So lately I was thinking about this film that I watched like two years ago Hugo. It got me thinking about the relationship between the boy and the machine-the  robot (i don't like that word) let's say that is mechanical human. And it got me thinking- the mechanical human couldn't work, because his heart was locked the boy had to find the key to find what mysteries he holds inside.

A body is just a mediator, composed of little wheels, pistons, tanks, circuits. A body is only like a hanger on which you can hang a hat, coat or lean a walking stick against it. A body has a pair of wings, they are strong, full of light feathers, that are raising the body up to the sky, clouds, dreams, dimensions. The wings are the heart, that gives you sensuality, that gives every touch softness or wrath.

A body will fly, wherever mind will take it. Mind isn't some kind of material that is building or running the body, mind is a product that arises, like a reaction, when one of pistons move. When the mechanical body is running, the smoke is twisting out of it, smoke that is ascending up high, that smoke doesn't have any limits like mind, that is taking you on a journey of life.

Sometimes things get lost, sometimes you lose everything you have, but there is always an opportunity that you stand up, there is always a signpost standing in front of you that says "Second Chance". Not everybody can see it, some see only the darkness.
I think that sometimes is okay, that things get lost; I think that is okay, that we let tears out of our eyes; I think that is okay, that with every move and every word we can start over!

Even if every word doesn not stay, even if every shape doesn not stay, it's sense stays. It's important what we do with that sense: Can sense fall into oblivion? We can forget about sense, but it won't dissapear, it will come back when we least expect it and it will put you in mind and it will make you cry.
I think that is okay that sence, that could be called a soul from the pulpit, but not as a soul that human has, not a soul, that takes you to heaven or wherever or maybe nowhere, I'm talking about a soul, that is designing you right here where you're standing, I'm talking about a soul and sense, that you usually forget about. When you have a chance, when sence is still holding on, to your shadow TAKE IT and saw it to yourself and show what that sence is about, give it new words, enrich it with new ideas and give it a new life!

Come with me beyond the worlds, I think it's going to be marvellous!!

Hope you're having a great summer

Pa3k

Be A Better Person

I should be sleeping, but my mind isn't letting me.
I will talk about a person whom I know very much...
I'll say that is he. He at first was very very okay, like that person that you know can make you happy, and you can just understand him.
People think that world is just a staight board and they can just walk and walk on it and there will be no problem, they are as perfect as a crystal, and even if they don't think about it, they are exactly like that. They can laugh, they can be funny, they can hug you, they can help you, they can like you, but what do they really think about you?
I'm more and more disappointed with him, he is always close, and I would think of him as a family, but no not any more, cuz everything is so hard, hard to help, hard to listen, but it's really not hard to talk and talk and talk about yourself right?
I maybe sound like a total drama queen, but let me just say that I believed in him, I saw a friend in him, I saw a part of me in him and now that's gone...I don't even know what to think...

People say they like somene, people hug you, but you can't see their face, what they think about you, and what do you think about them. I know and understand that you have to feel good in your body and you can make yourself happy I'm totally sure of that, but I think that you have to be looking around you, you have to see things, you have to learn to accept them, you have to see what are they bringing into your life.
Do you agree?
And if a person that you like that you think you know stop caring and forget about your interests and forget about your life and they see just themselves even in you and see all mistakes and do everything to show your mistakes in public so....I don't know what do you wanna say with that? WHAT!? that I'm that terrible? really? I think that life is more that just complaining and thinking that you are the centre of the straight board that you're living on. I think that life is more than words, more than likeable facade and lovely look.
What about behind those beatuful eyes? I see huge mess there that you are just storing there and trying to clean it with I don't know dusting and scrubbing everything every minute. With that you won't clean your head, that won't make you happier, no! Cleanliness won't clean you of your guilt, it won't make you a better person it won't make you likeable...

Words can be lies, but eyes never lie.

Think before you say anything and remeber to make people happy whenever you can, coz it will make them happy, it will make you happy, and don't clean too much coz that won't save you.