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.

Summer Break! DO WHAT YOU WANT!

Hey guys!!

Yes it's summer and my school just ended (for two months...)!
Well I have to say that I don't have any topic today, but I'll try to write about something, so if you have nothing else to do, come and join me hahha!
Well, I have no idea what I'll be doing in the summer, back at home everything's quiet and still, nothing big's happening, but I like that kind of a still life, so peacefull and greatful. It's almost 2 in the morning, but I don't have time to sleep, I have a whole summer to do that haha!
So, I talked so some of my friends and found out, that not everybody is happy to be back home for two months, we are like from every other corner of our country haha and it's not that big (the country), I must say, but you know the distance is decent, so we don't just travel from one corner to another and it literally takes two hours to drive across, but if you have nothing to find there, why would you go haha. And you know in the capital city were I'm going to school, like I said we are from every corner of our country and now we are parted, but that doesn't really bother me that much, I mean, I said it before I have like two persons inside of me: a "party" one or "interesting" one, the the other one is that one that is writting, the still and peaceful one, so I like it when I'm alone. You know, I'm white and lonely haha and not every one's like that, some actually have a "life" that they left for two months! And the past came back, chasing them; when you're home everthing can attack you from your past, and for a whole year you could ignore it, but now where will you go, where will you hide from it?
And I think that's the big fear. Like some people are "homeboys" (if thats the right word :/ ) and some like to start again, start over all the time and both of those situations can be good, even great if you ask me, but if "homeboy" goes out, he will be afraid and if "if/then" (I used this term from the musical if/then cuz I think that is has some sama things, a person who is not sattle woth their lifes, "why should I be happy with this life IF I can live better, find new better things to live for" and that other part is THEN) person sattle somewhere he'll get upset too. And some of my friends are like that, and they met with old friends and it was like they didn't know them, like they met for the fist time all over again, and of course you won't feel good about that and it will be strange and weird and you won't have nothing to talk about or they would just talk to others and you'll be like standing there quietly.
And I think that should not ruin your summer, cuz there are so many things that you could do, just enjoying yourself and if you'll be troubling yourself with things that will get you down and try to fit in, even if you know that won't work, you just have to relax and just look at the things that are in front of you and are making you happy! You don't have to fit with anything that you don't like right now, you are free, you can do whatever you want, enjoy and be happy, go to the field and dance with the sun and you'll feel how happy you can be, cuz there is so much more to enjoy then just wait for those two months to pass.
And I know, if you are reading this you would probably think: "ummmmm NO! Everyone is happy that the school's over..." Yeah everyone is, but not everyone's happy that they won't be with their friends, some even cry and I must say, I'm not a very much of a sad and crying person myself, so I don't get really upset about leaving for two months, I mean we will still see each other in two monts, not a big deal, but for some it trully is a big deal and they just have that in their heads and everythnig else is wrong, boring and sad, even if it's the best thing, now that's a bit extream but you get what I'm trying to say right?
Some people make plans for summer and they are sad too, cuz the plan usually doesn't work, cuz you can't plan everythnig and deep inside you know that, but you still do it, cuz you wanna be organize, and that's okay, but sometimes you just have to be a little spontaneous!
I say, that you should live and enjoy things that are around you, never get bored, cuz you can do so much right now, if you are reading this and you are already bored I'm telling you stand up! and DANCE, SING, CLEAN, GO OUT AND, AND ENJOY never forget to do what you want, now's the time to be whoever you want to be and do whatever you wanna do, no metter what everyone says!
And with all that drama talk I'll just put this Gaga poster that I made for her DWYW song, to give you something that you can remember from this post.
Never forget: ENJOY! if you won't do it now, when will be the time?

And yeah I found somethnig to talk about yay! I knew there was a reason the open up Blogger!
haha so have fun and hope I'll get idea for the new post soon!

One more thing, if you want me to talk about something in particular, you can comment it and I sure will!

And I must say thank you to everyone who is sharing my blog with friends and getting me more views! Thanks you so much! And I'm glad that you enjoy it :)

Another quick thing: What do you think about new look of the blog???? Like it? Too much??

Enjoy your summer

Pa3k :D

My story

I just found out that I've never told you my story and it's going to be a story about finding happines

Once upon a time, there was this house, no it wasn't a big one, but it was very long, it had big living room, full of wonderful things that you could just look at, and in the back, there was that very special room, full of wonders, full of magic, but in there there was that special spell called love, everybody living in this house could feel it, cuz the door was always open, even the people who would visit it, were changed but this magic.
But some dark day that magic was gone...gone for good...The beautiful long house, became just a blank new page in the boring book that nobody would take down from the library shell. So dad and two boys moved out, cuz they didn't want the blank page they wanted a new story, they wanted a new world full of new wonders. They moved to this garden, it used to be called The Garden Of Colours, but there were no colors to be found, no blossoms, just empty grey....
One day, the little boy came to the door of this garden, he entered. He was holding this little doll in his hand, it was devidet in two halfs, one was bright, he named it The Kid of The Sun, and the other one was dark, almost black, he named it The Beautiful Creature of The Dark. Oh how he loved that doll! He couldn't live without it, it reminded him of that magic in this old long house. He entered the garden. He couldn't believe how could somebody abandoned it, it looked so beautiful, but still bear. He was walking along that grey labyrinth and he found out that he had lost his toy, his one and only memory of the magic and that special spell, he ran back, but he couldn't find it, it was gone...like that magic...
He was crying so hard nobody could stop him, nobody. Through the time wound healed, but never disappeared.
One day it itched him so hard, that he went to this door again! He pushed them, and entered, it was even more terrifying then before, all the spiders and the voices were there, but he grabed all of his courage and went through the labyrinth again. He was walking and thinking when he suddenly triped and fell. It hurnt him so bad, the blood showed on his knee, when he saw through what he triped, he blew all the dust away from it and found his old charm-the doll! He picked it from the groudn, and while he was getting up, he beheld a doorhandle, it was a beautiful wooden doorhandle. He cleaned the dead climber of it and he found the beautiful hand-carven wooden door. He tried to opened it but he couldn't it was locked. He was sad again, he took his doll and turned away. He notised that around doll's neck there was a string from which the key was hanging. "How did it get there?" he asked himself and took it from the doll, he turned back to the door and placed the key in the lock. "It fits!" As he was tuning the key the light started to appear from behing the door, it was so bright that he had to cover his eyes to open the door, he stepped through it! He was very curious to see where did he come to, so he uncovered his eyes and saw this magical word! It was a garden full of blossoms, colors and magic, the one from the old long house. Blossoms came to him and said: "finally the saviour came and unlocked this ugly door that was keeping us from the world, that locked us here, so the world could be blank as the new page, the sad page in the book!"
All creatures ran out on the grey garden and filled it with colors, happiness and MAGIC. The boy was happy again as all the people around him. And the magic wasn't cought in this little room or behind wooden door. Magic was free as this child was! Magic saved him, and made him happy as he was before!

The end

Heros, Our heros

I just watched The Pretty One and I have to say that the film is damn good! You have to believe me, cuz it's pass 3 in the morning and I'm still up, cuz I wanna talk about stuff, like you know I loke to do :)
Well I'll start with this.
Who are our Heros? Who are Heros...
They are people that we worship, thy are people that inspire us, they are people that we want look alike, they are people who always have place in there hearts for us, even if they don't know.
But...(there is always that but) Who are you? If I ask you who are you or is I ask you Who is your Hero, which aswer would be answered first?
I'm going to take a guess the one about your Hero, cuz you have so much to talk about his/her, cuz your mind is exploding, just when I say the first letter of their name right? But when I ask you who you are, for the first 5 seconds you're going to be quiet right? Cuz you can't find the right words. Now I have my heros and you have yours and I'm not saying that that's wrong or anything, I'm just saying that you think enough about who you are, what are the things that descripe you.
I mean in The Pretty One we see just that: A perfect sister, with perfect life, and a weird sister who cleans after her father, but when the perfect one dies the weird one becomes the perfect one and finds that she wants to know about herself by pretending that she is someone else, but that someone else is just perfect why not stick to it, why not?
I mean, some people overlook something that they become that thing, but what about the person that is trying to stand up, be something new, what about that person?
You know people have a lot of copies of other paintings and yeah I just found that out in this film the father and the "weird" (sorry I know that that weird word is horrible, but you know what I mean) sister are painting reproducions of those famouse paintings, and she isn't so good with that, as she is not so good at faking that she is her sister, cuz she is someone else, she is something diffrent, something new, something weird if you want, that nobody else is. And everyone should be like that, everyone should thing about who they trully are, what are their goals, how they want to live.
But sometimes as I sad we just forgot, we don't have words about ourselves, but so many words about others, we are pushing ourselves in some corner of our body and forgetting that this persen is still actually in there, but when something poke that person and all problems come back we just crush, we are in pieces, and who is picking them up? Psyhiatrist! Why cuz we are not strong, cuz we didn't get crushed enough to find a way to pick ourselves up, we were pushing ourselves in the corner, behing old curtains, behind the scenes where no camera can come.
And PSYHIATRIST will save us, of course cuz they are paid to do that, and we have too much money, and we are to dumb to find ourselves. I mean what kind of animal are we? A stupid one, cuz we need someone who we don't know to tell us who we are? DO WE REALLY WANT THAT? Sometimes we think we are not strong, that we are losing, that we are going to be beaten by ourselves, just becouse we are too afraid to find out who we are.
We are afraid to find a lightness in the dark, we are afraid to be that light, we are sitting in the corner and crying cuz "there is no way out", but there are open doors, through them you can find another way, another path of your life, you just have to want it. It's not about the need, it's about the want, it's about your choise, it about you!
It's about WHO YOU ARE!

another thing I will of course post a poem with it, I wrote it like last week and I winished it like right now!
it's

The Light

When I wake up in the garden of colors each day,

the world is painted all in dreary grey,

No flower nor blossom,

Nor bird has come,

To open up the paradise,

To open up your eyes,

To see, to believe,

And love and never leave.

But the time had passed before you opened up your eyes,

the truth is hidden behind all the lies.

The beauty is now gone,

even smiles,

even friendships among the men,

they've used all the wiles,

tricks, ruses, killed again,

it was all gone anon!

The darkness came and ate the bright sun from the sky,

The colors are stolen and I could die,

But I'm somehow still here,

I'm not broken.

From the darkness I can appear,

Now I wear the dark tolken,

I know what this means,

It means, that I am the light that now appears,

I am the sun, not another color, nor another blossom,

I am the one, who will make thing right,

I am the one who will bring up the light!

Be your own light, find it and shine with it!!

Darkness is you

Hey guys!

Not long ago I was looking at some of my old draft, and I found cuple poems that had the same idea, but were shown differently.
They are talking about being who you wanna be and who you are.
And we are all uncomfortable with our own lifes. I mean nobody can say that he/she is perfect, cuz then nobody on the planet would wear makeup and we would be made out of plastic and yeah believe me or not walk naked... but yeah...

We always say, we were made this way, cuz we are trying to find a way to like ourselves, it wouldn't be ok if you would wake up everyday and slap yourself, cuz you don't like your face.
And I think that that shows how strong are we actually: to find a way to like ourselves and not caring so much how are we are acting on the streets with friends or anywhere. That really is the strenght!
And I really like when people do show their flaws, cuz they tell you who this person really is and no powder, no fake/acted smile can't show that.
And that's why we are different, that's why we are beautiful in our own way. Sometimes I like to ask myself, what about animals, can they be ugly??
Well I haven't seen an ugly cat, or cow, or dog (not talking about breeds, but try to imagine you favourite breed). And I think that is because we have this perfect idea of a cat or a dog and if it has like a bit bigger snout or can't open eyes that far, or have wider face, we just don't pick up on that, cuz we see just a cat (or any animal that we like), and we all know that they are cute so nobody really gives a s*** how they look like, cuz they are cute anyway.
But we are not looking at people the same way, cuz we are not covered with fur, we are showing our skin, true face, and nothing can't really hide it (well a mask can, but I really don't believe that you'd wear a mask to a mall) But we are finding places, where our look isn't that important, like an artist paints on his canvas, like a sectretary works on the computer.
And then suddenly people are just starting to like you, because of your work and they are starting to like how you look, how you act, how you dress (like basicly, if we look at the "famouse" people they really aren't that perfect, we just make them that way, cuz we like them!) And I really love that!
Big A+ to all of you for doing that ;)

Yeah and I'll finish this post with a poem that I creatured from those different poems, and it is about finding your special place where you can feel beautiful, great even perfect!

In the garden of colours, where I stand,

I look around, I look at my hand

Red and blue and yellow, 

Are the colours that I see?

But what about me?

I'm just dark and just empty.

I clash with everything,

I don't deserve my place in the spring.

But when the sun goes down from the sky,

I see why do I have to defy.

It's not that I'm empty and that I'm stark,

It's because I'm the beautiful creature of the dark!

Have a very nice day and enjoy your Flower kingdom

Patrik :)

White world

The world
full of loneliness
Is like white.

White is beautiful,
as loneliness can be,
but white is boring,
as loneliness isn't.

You can't talk to
white,
but you can talk with
loneliness.

Loneliness is you.

You are white.

You are beautiful.

Be who you want to be,
there is nothing wrong
with WHO you ARE.

White eyes, pale sking, cold breath, warm touch, will lead you to the world full of colours

It's not really a poem, but I found it when I was cleaning my room and I think it's nice if I share it :)