Beauty

The beauty is when the sun breaks up with the trees and everywhere is covered with their tears. Then the winter comes and cheers them up with lots of marshmallows..

Boring poet

Life is a long way as every boring poet likes to say.. You learn, you grow, you step forward and you move.. You fall down, you look up, you try, you cry.. Sometimes, after something really big, you find yourself walking next to the beach with your best friend.. Pitty is that your best friend is your only friend; and then you realize that you are actually walking alone, as the boring poet like to say..

Goodness

"Goodness" is like the water trying to find its way through the stones.. It eventually finds its way out of all the bad and ugly.. And sometimes it just pops up out of nowhere and makes you smile in your heart as never before..

Not me

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Some have smiled, although they were not happy,
Some have cried, although they were not sad..
Some have made hearts, although they didn't have any,
Some have lied, although they weren't bad..
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They told me to do, because I could,
They wanted me to understand, because I would..
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Some said a word,
Some spared a sentence,
Some looked away,
Some stared silently..
Some spoke too much,
Some told too less,
Some didn't open at all,
Some confessed..
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They have been,
They are,
They will be..
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Not me..

Dreamer III

Will it ever be different, thought the dreamer. Not with the big expectation to have all dreams to come true, although this would be "priceless".. Just some couple of times, some of them, some of those; no, no, just even one of those would be different.. Or maybe the dreamer has "to force to get a reply" from them, those or the one, if any.. "ha ha".. "All the best" said the red, one would be even enough, all would be "crazy". But the silent stayed silent today as well.. Tomorrow will be another one of those.. Nothing special.. Nothing and special.. "Word porn" is what the red likes, "wortsalad" was in the highschool, no porn yet.. But the big one only speaks of it, one word, one for all.. Those makes the dreamer tired, not the facts but those, who don't even know themselves.. But while "who will be the king of kings" is the question of these days, the one question still remains: Who is the queen? Yet, the answer shall be "priceless"..

Surprise

One day, I so much wish, that somebody, anybody, any living human being, surprises me, destroys my intelligence and does something that I couldn't foresee, that I couldn't guess, that I couldn't imagine, that positively makes a difference, that would prove that not everyone, not every single person is boringly "the same"! pff.. never mind..

Dreamer II

"This is crazy!".. The dreamer started to think about it. There has been times when the dreamer was in the thoughts of "if it is worth of what he's doing". Or is it even just the things to be done that are worth to be done, the dreamer asked. Long thoughts like lying on the floor so long, even if it is cold and dirty.. "What's to follow then?" said the dreamer in holly quietness. Follow the disprovable instinctive thoughts or just to follow sense making, logic craving, mind driven paths? What's going to happen then to "what if"s; like what if "one morning, as Gregor Samsa was waking up from anxious dreams, he discovered that in bed he had been changed into a monstrous verminous bug." Will it be too late for Mr. Samsa or it will never be too late for Gregor to be what he might ever been.. Dreams, said the dreamer in a relaxed and unexciting voice, dreams are the best I do. So, for now and forth, yet but still, "thank you a million" for those dreams which are the only "only mine"s, madly and sadly nothing else..

Dreamer

The dreamer didn't know what to say. Two stars were shining there like the excitement of the dreamer was not enough to erase all the words, so, the time froze. Awkward moment would they call it, if necessary to call at all, but the smile was there too and took away the awkwardness slowly. Then the fog just continued as if that moment never happened. Before the dreamer could get awake, there was the moment again, just one-two simple words and that hand was disappearing from the scene slowly, the hand that touched the old fellow. So, the time froze. The dreamer didn't know what to say..

Good one

Good strategy of productivity includes dreaming, thinking, planning, assessing, modeling, prototyping, testing, applying, production and after support. And.. Good strategy of best possible work result lies in good planning, successful application and continuity of results without the dependency of the work producer. Aha! Nash claimed (let's be safe on proof): "The optimal outcome of a game is one where no player has an incentive to deviate from his or her chosen strategy after considering an opponent's choice. Overall, an individual can receive no incremental benefit from changing actions, assuming other players remain constant in their strategies." Well.. Meanwhile at the parallel universe the good guys Dunning and Kruger has theorized and practiced: "The miscalibration of the incompetent stems from an error about the self, whereas the miscalibration of the highly competent stems from an error about others. (Niisiis ebakompetentsete väär kalibreerumine tuleneb veast enda suhtes, samas kui kõrge kompetentsusega isikutel tuleneb väär kalibreerumine veast teiste suhtes)." Hmm.. On one hand Gandhi states a different path: "“First they ignore you, then they laugh at you, then they fight you, then you win.” But.. On the other hand, maybe, just maybe, it is time for the final countdown.. Or.. As she perfectly concluded: "Have a good one!"

Note

Something to note:


The power of suggestion in combination with the willingness to believe could make human beings do simply anything!

Stop

If you go to bed after a tiring day but you cannot close your eyes and fall sleep, If you want to listen to music so loud that you cannot hear your thoughts, If you don't want to answer your phone or you are nervous that it could ring, If you cannot tell what you had for breakfast or if you had at all, If you find yourself trying to run away from everything and everyone, If you scream inside your mind but you cannot hear your voice, If you believe that everything will fix itself in time, If you try to question every single thing without a reason, If you cannot totally trust to any single person, Then you have to ask yourself "what am I doing wrong?" .. If you cannot give an answer, then what you are doing is that "you are thinking too much!" .. Stop your thinking and start "do"ing something!

Question

Question is "what's on your mind?".. Answer is "you, you all, this and everything else".. Wish is "I hope there is someone out there who can hear my inner voice, who can respond to that, who can get along with that, who would like to keep that".. Reality is "despite of the fact of it never being too late, time just goes by, as it has been before, as it always will".. Conclusion is "move on, this or that way but some way; or just wait for it but do not complain".. Question is "what's on your mind?".. Answer is "nothing"..

Home

"Home" is where and next to whom you feel "yourself".. So, ask yourself, when are "you" coming "home"? :)

Yet

Yet.. No matter what and how happens.. No matter if you are there where you wanted, or distances are closer than ever.. No matter if the dream has become real, or the real has become a dream.. No matter if there is hope left, or the hope is long dead.. Just to appriciate the moment that you had, at the end, life is beautiful..

Easy

It's easy to let it go, Challenge is to keep it going.. It's easy to step careful, Challenge is to care.. It's easy to understand, Challenge is to make yourself understood.. It's easy to get interested, Challenge is to keep it interesting.. It's easy to fall in love, Challenge is to be the one to beloved.. It's easy to be, Challenge is to become..

When

When you are curious, they say not to ask too many questions.. When you are silent, they ask if something is wrong.. When you are open and direct, they tell you to keep it private.. When you step carefully, they warn you that you will miss it.. When you express as it is, they criticize you as an offender.. When you step back, they see you as a coward.. When you want to try, they warn you to be careful.. When you want to discover, they show you the limits.. When you stay in the circle, they bring up what you miss.. When you don't do nothing, they call you shy and low.. When you go for it, They tell you to be slow.. 

Sometimes

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Sometimes,
Things that you really want from the heart does not happen..
Sometimes,
The feelings that you really feel right does not correspond..
Sometimes,
The moment that you think you had may not be that moment..
Sometimes,
The dream takes over the reality and it does not taste so sweet..
Sometimes,
You feel like you have done the right move,
But sometimes,
It does not result at the time you expected it..
Sometimes,
Even if you believe that it's never too late,
It makes you feel like, you lost it and it is gone..
Sometimes,
 It really goes away,
Yet sometimes,
It comes back when you never expect it..
Sometimes,
The feeling of loss makes it; yet sometimes,
The unexpected makes the life interesting..
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Half of the way

In the country I am originating from (not mine, never felt a real part of it), there is this known poem starting with "age 35, half of the way".. According to this at 23:15 on 09.09.2015 I have spent already one year from the second half of my life.. I do not want to make any poets sad with my plans of living up to my 104, or with my inner child who stopped growing after the age of 16, but I would like to appreciate all the efforts of everyone who tried their best to make me feel like a grandpa today!! I wish the good, the better and the best for all who has good in their heart, youth in their soul, passion in their mind and endless hope in their eyes..

Simple kiss

It's a call that you hope for, It's a message that you wait for, It's a program that you want to get rid of, It's an entry that you wish to read to, It's an email that you are impatient about, It's a paragraph that you would like to quote of.. And then, after all, It's just a smile that makes you forget all of these, It's just a look of an eye that puts you to dreams, And, It's just a simple kiss that changes everything you look for..

Sözlerimi geri alamam

Sözlerimi geri alamam, (I can't take back my words)
Yazdığımı yeniden yazamam, (I can't write again what I wrote)
Çaldığımı baştan çalamam, (I can't play again what I played)
Bir daha geri dönemem.. (I can't go back again..)
Akıyorsa göz yaşım kurumasın, (If it is my tears dripping, let them not dry)
Coşup seven gönlümse durmasın, (If it is my heart that is bubbling, let is not stop)
Dost bildik anılarım çağırmasın, (Let my friendly memories not call me back)
Bir daha geri dönemem.. (I can't go back again..)
Hiçbir kere hayat bayram olmadı ya da (The life has never been a festival or)
Her nefes alışımız bayramdı. (Every breath that we took was a festival)
Bir umuttur yaşatan insanı. (It is the hope that make the one live)
Aldım elime sazımı.. (I took my "guitar" to my hand..)
Yine aşınca çayın suyu boyunu, (Once the river goes over your height again)
Belki yeniden karşıma çıkacaksın. (Maybe you will come across me)
Göz göze durup bakınca göreceğiz, (When we stare to each other we will see)
Neyiz ve nerelerdeyiz.. (What we are and wherever we have been..)
Bilemiyoruz şimdi.. (We don't know now..)

Real value

The real value lies in courage; that you can stand up for what you believe, even if you know that you may never sit down to your position again.. The real value lies in honesty; that you can tell the truth, even if you know that you will not get what you want when you tell.. The real value lies in fairness; that you give everyone what they really deserve, even if you have to make yourself unliked.. The real value lies in openness; that you don't hesitate to speak out your mind, even if you know that you may get hurt.. The real value lies in decency; that you be someone proper, respected and appriciated, even if you know the people around you don't know to respect and appriciate.. The real value lies in every person; when they take off their clothes, masks, fears, egos, lies, plans and scenarios, after they put their heads to the pillow, right before they fall asleep.. The real value lies in being as "naked" as right before sleep, when you are with others and totally awake..

Empty

Why to share it on f....ing Facebook, when I feel so hurt deep down in the soul? Is it a cry for help like a baby or a next generation expressionism? In a world of two faced people full of curiosity, tricks, tactics and cheats; why to bother trying to find trustworthy, valuable and good ones, while being a bad person himself once in a while? Is typing on a broken screen phone with a soul with all its doors open without any expectations balance the confusion towards life? Or not putting out the feelings on some shared text pictures makes them less readable and even less interesting? And who cares? Who cares about a foreigner with the lack of language on an independence day of a proud population? Who cares about someone typing some unnecessarily and maybe dangerously open words from his soul to a social media which he rejects? I reject the reality and replace it with my own.. It's just not as easy as it looks like to be there alone..

Mosfet

If you think, that a small power mosfet on your netbook motherboard could not make more noise than the hard drive or even the desktop pc on your table, then, think again!

Difference

Here is something to remember, by Albert Einstein:


"The difference between stupidity and genius is that genius has its limits."