How dare you push aside your most precious possession?
Do you not understand its value?
Its rarity? Its unique and original gifts to you?

It's perfectly clear that you don't understant.
What you hold in your hands is a treasure,
A treasure that is not commonly found,
And once lost, a it's impossible to find again.

Yet you treat this treasure like an afterthought to fools gold.
You treat this treasure as a stepping stone to something better,
When I think you know that there truly isn't anything more valuable than what you already have.


Take time, heed these words.
Youve come close to losing this precious possession once before,
And there is no way you'll regain it should you come close once more.
So tread carefully.

Best not lose the best blessing that you have ever received.

I understand that this is not the right way
I undertstand that I should come and talk to your face
But you must understand that I can't
I couldn't stand you telling me to leave you alone
to go away

You must understand
there is only one way you could hurt me more
then if you let me inside
if you don't

I know you would rather I live you alone
I know you don't want my help
you didn't ask for my help
you would rather I will be gone
and leave you alone
but

You must understant that
It hurt's me to see you lie
It hurt's me to see you fake a smile
It hurt's me every time you put on a mask
It hurt's me every time you pretend everything's fine
It hurt's me when I can't ask what isn't right
It hurt's me when you shut me outside
It hurt's me
more than anything else

You must understand that I can't
Just sit and watch you in pain
And pretend like everything is alright

you must understand
that I care
more than anything else
I care
for you

You must understand
I don't know what else I can do.

My lips turned unmannely to smile,
Even when i’m in bad mood
Whenever i see back in the past
I see some good memories with positive attitude
some clean lies and some dusty truth
I repaired the lies, and cleaned the truth
Those endless talk, out till a.m with moon,
Ohh.. its morning! Saw out of the room,
Golden shines made our dark story bright

So much planning, tired, wanna rest
But now for leaving you
i cannot afford rest as a waste...
I’m trying to coming out to be best
Love testing me, and i’m ready to give a test
New day, with old ones, top of the world,
Beyond the clouds, sun ready to spread sunlight...
Life should be like this, i belive
There’s a sun after every night,
Some of them be good, some of them be bad,
That dosen’t mean you have to hold that,
Keep good ones as a memories to bring a smile,
learn from the bad one and their mistakes,
Try not to repeat again

I speak more with a pen than my mouth can,
So always trying to make good rhyme
With relavant points
Now a haunted nights with our memories
I don’t want to keep it with me
But the problem is that i can’t forget them easily
May be you won’t understant what it feels to be

The time of creation has sadly passed,
Now I can't understant the clock,
'What time is it?', I asked ,
'None of your concern, for sure',
A crowd of timeless dead responded,
Cloaked in dark and disregarded,
He wouldn't help, but He has long departed.

Maybe now the winds would speak to me
What I dare not think myself,
Maybe now I would let me be,
Drifting on the line of life and death,
I think the light is all I see,
A dancing, singinging figure,
Close to me from far away,
Never knew I was a wizard, or perhaps she lied,
I thought I knew the rules to play,
But now I know to cheat,
I still can't read the clock,
But now I understand it.

-

who said my life was interesting? i didn't, sure as **** i remained covert, but suddenly the lies started sinking in, he started breathing fire, and i started breathing ash... we agreed that both us were to remain insomnia, or rather, live in the unconscious of the living, he would wake them, while i would allow them the circus fancies; so we watched a bit of bergman's wild strawberries, i'd mute the t.v. and watch, i'd write, what was being "said" while listening to music... he'd sit sober as a judge, while i'd drink like a jester and poke fun at the fact that: not every drunk can dis-dis-clone-dyslexicon-dyslexia... ****... SPELL! in a furore!

ernest! stay on cuba with the absinthe
and the shotgun... wait your turn, mo'fo...
cast of characters
(a) dr. isah borg
            (b) marianne borg
             (d) dr. evald borg

                  any of them, born shvine?
cheap jokes, an empty theatre
and an echoing laughter coming from
the echo and no cave...

a - where are we?
   b - the children wanted to stretch their legs
a - but it's still raining
b - i told it's your great day: they want
     to pay homage
         - slept well?
a - yes, but i dreaming; i've been having the most
ridiculous dreams lately
b - why ridiculous
a - as though i'm trying to say something
      i don't want to hear
b - what's that?
a - that i'm dead although i'm alive
b - you know, you and Evald are much alike
a - so you've said
b - Evald has said exactly the same thing
a - about me? i'm not surprised
b - no, about himself
    a - he's only 38
  b - will i bore you with the details?
a - no, i'd be grateful if you told me
b - happened a few months ago
    - i wanted to talk to Evald, so we drove to
the sea.
      - he sat where you are; it was raining then, too...

           i'm pretty sure at this point
my "plagiarism" is not really a "plagiarism"
since, Mojo B overe there is deaf as an oak
trying to lip read the movie,
as i once lip-read a nurse going to work
in a surgeon's theatre,
so i said, excuse me miss,
   can i not look into your eyes
but rather read your lips,
this clamour cackle iron hoof stampede
is doing my head in,
   can i read your lips instead?
   on a train, going from
      (DYS-LEX-IA! U.S.A! U.S.A.!
          DYS-LEX-IA! U.A.E!)
    goldersgreen (learning a karate
chop while learning to not cry
when getting kicked in
the ***** is a hard lesson to learn)
to some honk-honk outpost
for recruiting the new pool-ease
enforcers... Hendon?
                           /
d - well, now you've got me trapped,
supposed you want to tell me something
unpleasant

            (d! shh... i skipped a bit...
  don't tell Mr. Fantastic about our little:
do me tender, build me a temple
bits... i spent a good amount of
bourbon on this crap)

b - i wish i needn't tell you about it
d - i understant, you've found someone else
b - don't be childish
   d - what do you expect me to think?
   you say you want to talk to me
       - we drive all this way and i'm still waiting
   - for god's sake, marianne, tell me what it is
now
b - you almost make me laugh
     - so you think i've done a ******?
   stolen money?

           (1st narrator interlude:
   apart from me cherishing emotional
irresponsibility,
                  and having duty? yes...
you wouldn't exactly taking
a ***** donor's ***** theft, would you,
mary?)

      - i'm pregnant

   (2nd narrator interlude:
   and they lived, happily, every, after)

d - you sure
b - it's definite

        (3rd narrator interlude:
  lucky for you mate,
   the one last time, 10 years ago phoned
me up an' says: i think i'm pregnant...
     oh look... it, a clown with a sad face
but happy eyes
                                   )
                                              (
               ­                    )
                but at least it's definite,
rather than: i think i am:
i.e. it's only my indefinite self scenario)

d - so that's the secret?   (4th narrator interlude:
                                             tissues and the toilet
                                         are mine,
                                        well, you know,
                synch. if your eggs are nothing but
yolk at the end of the 6th day,
                          on the 1st day my ideas are
nothing but day, year, zodiac, 0)

    b - i'm tell you now that i'm going to have
this child

   d - you put it bluntly
    - you know you must choose between me
and the child
   b - poor Evald
  d - don't "poor" me
    - it's an absurd life; even worse to make more
  wretches... and think they'll be better off
b - don't equivocate
   c1 - call it what you like, i was an unwelcome
child, all right
       - is the old man sure i'm his son?
     c2 - very touching, but no excuses for
childish behaviour
   d - must be at the hospital at three,
  won't discuss this
b - coward
d - yes, i'm a coward...
        
    the best you can do is watch the movie...
and you already know who
C1 & C2 are...
                          
   as with b - you know this is wrong
     (i.e. "this": hard to point the blame at
yourself, isn't it...
       hard to chant mea culpa) -
by now pronouns masquarade as
gender orientations,
given the neuter: it...
                            
                          righ­t now pronouns
are more about spatial coordination than
anything else...

  but you already know who C1 and C2 are
in relation to B and D,
      as you know that A and D are related
as being father, and son...
                as much as B is related to E,
who is of course the predecesor of B in
relation to A.

if i found this text on the internet,
well, a simple ctrl c ctrl p...
               and to think i can still read my own
handwriting.