יש כתבה בערוץ 13 על הפגנה לשחרור פלסטין בוושינגטון יש שם אחד שטוען שחמאס הם לוחמי חופש כי טרוריסט לאחד הוא לוחם חופש לאחר אז טענתי שאין בעיה אני חושבת שדאעש הם לוחמי חופש ששואפים לשחרר את הגוף מהראש יש כתבה עוד מעט שאומרת שהולכים לייקר את העוף והביצים אני: אימא לכי לקנות ביצים דחוףףףףףףףףףףףף !!!!!
Jester Jester is not a comedian because you can have respect to a comedian but you will never have respect for a Jester a Jester is a pet not a friend , not a companion, not your equal a Jester is someone you keep for no reason at all a Jester is someone that can be gone tomorrow and it won't make a difference and the Jester Will never make you smile, not truly smile and that is why i hate this word because this is how this world see me makes matters worst this is how i see myself from the day i was remember myself this world was disregarding me opinion from countless reasons the dreamer the forgetful the one that always joke around the naive the inexperienced and so many more, and it happens till this day you think i don't know what i am talking about you think i am not fluent in my manger most of the time it doesn't matter, i just past me by but every once i a while, some thing will slip through the cracks and you see yourself as the world sees you you start thinking your
We spending most of our time pretending
pretending that we don't need anything except the two ear plugs hanging on our neck
The plugs linked directly through our soul
With the plugs and our being interact
a wave goes through our body and spreading
Spreading wide and far
Something strange always happening when we put those ear phones in our own soul
A beating starts
Our beat is our own , and although he can be similar to others he never the same
All beats are unique
But not all souls beats freely but this is a story for sad days under a glass of wine
We go through life pretending
pretending our ear pluges to our own soul is enough
Our min
The office was empty
Standing the the highest floor of the building
The director floor
Her floor
Standing in the entrance with two large cups
He looked at his watch and smiled
Counting backwards
The doors opened and she stormed in and grabbed a cup
“ I am going to kill you !
I really don't know what i was thinking hiring you “
She kept talking and he was walking behind her
Smiling down has he loved this mornings with his direct director
He followed her into her office when he finally had a chance to respond
He asked “ so i take it the date did not went well”
She stopped and raised her eyes
Burning a hole through him
No one knows how much the will of the mistress important but goblins
But we see it for what it really is
The raw undying fire that make us is
Goblins do not born
We do not even live , we ae created
It's our minion nature
Every mistress has a bound with her minions
It's seems a bound of one direction
But most of things in life not what they seem
Only the most powerful sorceress live to understand that bound and let it grow
The bound is not command of will
The trick is to let some of the chill of the goblins flow in
And with the chill comes their voices
A true mistress listen to their voices try to understand them
And then the light of will
Lead by example
the words lie on my lord sword , the sword he took an oath not to draw
She lies at the far away room in the castle
Locked among other things ….. hoping the dust will nullify their meaning
My lord still remembers her corrosive touch , he could not even touch the handle
Will the memories of old going to spread us , his knights
I cannot say , I always feels a small red flame burning
When I face the knowledge that there is nothing we can do to fight it
Do we really need to ?
but I get a head of myself
I am an ordinary knight I travel my lord far and wide
I assumed he didn’t knew who I am
But I was wrong , my lord r
What do we see when hope is lost by ArAsius, literature
Literature
What do we see when hope is lost
It was a long day
tiring day , the boss up her ass
the costumers leaching at her every drop of hope
Feeling lost and unsure
see walked through the door
not bothering even to close it after her
The heavy boots was cast near the sofa
placing herself in front of the mirror
and it was like the doubt is an illness that waits when the body is weak
slipping past her wall and defenses
Clouding the knowledge from experience
She felt the doubt already in
And she could not fight him
She was so tired
She felt like nothing left in her
Nothing in her mirror image gave her
the hair , the height , droopy eyes
the millions and one problem she had with her
יש כתבה בערוץ 13 על הפגנה לשחרור פלסטין בוושינגטון יש שם אחד שטוען שחמאס הם לוחמי חופש כי טרוריסט לאחד הוא לוחם חופש לאחר אז טענתי שאין בעיה אני חושבת שדאעש הם לוחמי חופש ששואפים לשחרר את הגוף מהראש יש כתבה עוד מעט שאומרת שהולכים לייקר את העוף והביצים אני: אימא לכי לקנות ביצים דחוףףףףףףףףףףףף !!!!!
Jester Jester is not a comedian because you can have respect to a comedian but you will never have respect for a Jester a Jester is a pet not a friend , not a companion, not your equal a Jester is someone you keep for no reason at all a Jester is someone that can be gone tomorrow and it won't make a difference and the Jester Will never make you smile, not truly smile and that is why i hate this word because this is how this world see me makes matters worst this is how i see myself from the day i was remember myself this world was disregarding me opinion from countless reasons the dreamer the forgetful the one that always joke around the naive the inexperienced and so many more, and it happens till this day you think i don't know what i am talking about you think i am not fluent in my manger most of the time it doesn't matter, i just past me by but every once i a while, some thing will slip through the cracks and you see yourself as the world sees you you start thinking your
We spending most of our time pretending
pretending that we don't need anything except the two ear plugs hanging on our neck
The plugs linked directly through our soul
With the plugs and our being interact
a wave goes through our body and spreading
Spreading wide and far
Something strange always happening when we put those ear phones in our own soul
A beating starts
Our beat is our own , and although he can be similar to others he never the same
All beats are unique
But not all souls beats freely but this is a story for sad days under a glass of wine
We go through life pretending
pretending our ear pluges to our own soul is enough
Our min
The office was empty
Standing the the highest floor of the building
The director floor
Her floor
Standing in the entrance with two large cups
He looked at his watch and smiled
Counting backwards
The doors opened and she stormed in and grabbed a cup
“ I am going to kill you !
I really don't know what i was thinking hiring you “
She kept talking and he was walking behind her
Smiling down has he loved this mornings with his direct director
He followed her into her office when he finally had a chance to respond
He asked “ so i take it the date did not went well”
She stopped and raised her eyes
Burning a hole through him
No one knows how much the will of the mistress important but goblins
But we see it for what it really is
The raw undying fire that make us is
Goblins do not born
We do not even live , we ae created
It's our minion nature
Every mistress has a bound with her minions
It's seems a bound of one direction
But most of things in life not what they seem
Only the most powerful sorceress live to understand that bound and let it grow
The bound is not command of will
The trick is to let some of the chill of the goblins flow in
And with the chill comes their voices
A true mistress listen to their voices try to understand them
And then the light of will
Lead by example
the words lie on my lord sword , the sword he took an oath not to draw
She lies at the far away room in the castle
Locked among other things ….. hoping the dust will nullify their meaning
My lord still remembers her corrosive touch , he could not even touch the handle
Will the memories of old going to spread us , his knights
I cannot say , I always feels a small red flame burning
When I face the knowledge that there is nothing we can do to fight it
Do we really need to ?
but I get a head of myself
I am an ordinary knight I travel my lord far and wide
I assumed he didn’t knew who I am
But I was wrong , my lord r
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in this days
to be unique is to fail
creativity is to fear from
imagination is just a disease
intelligence needed to be monitored
art is a waste of time
risk taking is over rated
individual mind is less then a whisper
and hope is a myth
i am maybe not like all of you
i refuse to dress by your codes
i refuse to think the same as you
and if you give me the chance
i would probably defy you
all over agian
yes i know you could brake me
and i know in the end you will
but you haven't broke me yet
just not yet