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SOUL TREE When a bond of the souls is severed, the sensation is like if a tree has been torn from inside of your chest. The sensation is almost as weird as if someone with devilish glee puts your bleeding heart to arrest. Who experienced that never will trust another soul again, - it’s too much to be hurt even once. And the wounds like that never heal. And the bearers never regain what was lost with connection at once. All what’s left is forever pretend to be whole and happy and free, live like nothing has happened at all. Lie that wounds are beginning to mend. Lie yourself that weren’t a tree taking roots deep inside of your soul... - A. (Undated) ... All poems are mine PREMONITIONS I see sometimes what future holds: for others - never for myself. This limit has been set by Gods to separate me from themselves. The centuries are passing by Empires crash and Hordes disperse. I’m capable of slowing time, but cannot run it in reverse. I’m timeless and therefore alone: I see the deaths of friends and foes. Like every man I’m error-prone – a human from the head to toes. - A. (Undated) ... THE TIMELESS AIM The timeless aim is what I cannot reach. The timeless aim is not a destination,- it is a vehicle, by means of which I move through time in search of my salvation. Each year is no different from the rest – Unending challenge to my own aging. I’m striving hard to stay abreast - Unending fight without disengaging. The timeless aim is what I cannot reach. The timeless aim is path of least resistance. It’s an idea, by the means of which I justify the fact of my existence. - A. (Undated) ... I AM NAIVE I am naive. I show lack of judgement first time I’m meeting someone new. I am naive developing attachment to those who I hardly knew. I am naive by opening my soul to whole world and leaving no guard. I am naive. I lead myself afoul for being everyone’s vanguard. I am naive for being very trusting to those who don’t care much. I am naive. I will be outlasting. I am naive. I will remain as such. - A. (Undated) ... STOP BEING AFRAID They know you now and the next day they don’t: too scared to learn of themselves - they afraid of intrusion... too scared to lose what they don’t... ... don’t really have for themselves,- they live in illusion, too scared to find something awfully new in themselves,- they afraid of a change, too scared to bind ... bind themselves,- they’re becoming estrange. ~~~ It’s time for you baby to break off your cage. It’s time for you baby to use all you rage: break down your dojo, escape from your chains - break down your dojo, so nothing remains! Take breath of a freedom: you earned your respect. Don’t mind that you’re bleeding,- it’s minor aspect. -A. (Undated) ... WHY LOVE? To love synonymous to suffer. If you survive, you may get tougher, for love is never gay or fair- it’s always a one side affair. You try - you fail, rinse and repeat and down, down desperation pit condemned to stay alone & cry Unloved, Unwanted, thinking: ’Why’? - A. (Undated) ... WHAT IN THE WORLD? What in the World? I cannot understand: It seems that openness produces tensions. I am offering my open hand, but met by hopelessness of the implied intensions. - A. (Undated) ... UNINSPIRED I’m uninspired – my heartbeat had stopped with dreadful, ghastly, harrowing sensation. I’m uninspired – inspiration flopped with soul’s gruesome unexpected amputation. My flame has gone put out from a hose - a flick of flame has gone without hissing. My life is done – I paid it through the nose, but still unlisted from the dead or missing. - A. (Undated) ... All poems and photos in this video are mine. Should you want to use them - Always refrence the channel. ... The music belongs to the respective copyright owners - NO COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT IS INTENDED. #scorpions #houseofcards #AriesEdition
