Esi dzejnieks, taisi no nekā

Kuries, 

slīpā lietū mana uguns

kuries.

Buries,

pāri senču kauliem,

mana sirdsapziņa,

buries.

Kur ies

mana tauta,

mana dūša

tur ies.

Turies

debesīs un zemē, 

mana nolemtība,

turies.

Couldnt be done

Somebody said that it couldn’t be done

      But he with a chuckle replied

That “maybe it couldn’t,” but he would be one

      Who wouldn’t say so till he’d tried.

So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin

      On his face. If he worried he hid it.

He started to sing as he tackled the thing

      That couldn’t be done, and he did it!

Somebody scoffed: “Oh, you’ll never do that;

      At least no one ever has done it;”

But he took off his coat and he took off his hat

      And the first thing we knew he’d begun it.

With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,

      Without any doubting or quiddit,

He started to sing as he tackled the thing

      That couldn’t be done, and he did it.

There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,

      There are thousands to prophesy failure,

There are thousands to point out to you one by one,

      The dangers that wait to assail you.

But just buckle in with a bit of a grin,

      Just take off your coat and go to it;

Just start in to sing as you tackle the thing

      That “cannot be done,” and you’ll do it.

Haply I may remember, And haply may forget

Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.

I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget

title

Whoever said that love is sweet
Did drink too much whiskey

Quest

spark-a-dark,
where’s my sire?
will i lay me?
will i stay me?
bless this camp with...
...fire

need more

First comes smiles, 

then lies. 

Last is gunfire

New Chapter

"There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore.
There is society where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the universe, and feel
What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal"

Childe Harold.

Creep

I will be the first man to kiss you, to bed you, whether you come willingly or not. You will be mine and mine alone, do you understand?

/Red Necklace

elpošanas vingrinājumi

Not everything you want will be
let it
be free

cant wait

we are venom

Speech

not everything that counts
can be counted

and not everything thats counted
truly counts

the moon

He says he's jealous of the moon, because you look at it.

He's jealous of the sun, because it warms you. 

He says, "I feel you, even when I'm not feeling you. 

I talk to you when I'm not talking to you. 

I love you, even when I'm not loving you."





The moon is always jealous of the heat of the day, 

just as the sun always longs for something dark and deep.

not my day

Im so bad at so many things
Like caligraphy or talking to people
Or people
Swimming

But I like most of those things
I dunno what is this for
Maybe its my anthem
My anthem of fucking life

Rockfull mood

Long days and pleasant night!
/TNT/
Been thinking to make changes. Be rocky, be rolly. Have fun.
Take whats get you going.
Keep simple and dont forget that you are always free.

Korg is my spirit animal. Feel free tu judge me.

Be crazy and lazy. Be true. Stand. All the rest..

I hate

I hate the way you talk to me 

And the way you cut your hair 

I hate the way you drive my car 

I hate it when you stare 

I hate your big dumb combat boots 

And the way you read my mind 

I hate you so much it makes me sick 

It even makes me rhyme 

I hate it 

I hate the way you're always right 

I hate it when you lie 

I hate it when you make me laugh 

Even worse when you make me cry 

I hate it when you're not around 

And the fact you didn't call 

But mostly I hate the way 

I don't hate you, not even close, 

Not even a little bit, not even at all.

pirmdiena

In the end we will remember not the words of our enemies but the silence of our friends

Dzīve bez apstājas

Mākoņi iet, es palieku.
Vai nav zudis kaut kas?

Rozā debesis un ledus uz upes. Vai nav zudis kaut kas?

The day when I was looking for love poems

“I love poetry, and I love poetry about love!”

Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

Macchiato friday, new office and comfy workday

fn.

I only act like I know everything, Rogers.

satraukumam nav pamata

Es mīlu to, ko es daru, neskatoties uz to, ka viss reizēm ikdienā sakrīt uz nerviem jau pāri malām.
Un tad, kad darba ir par maz, tad arī nekas neliekas rāmjos, tad nekānedarīšanas ir par daudz.
Bet ir tie brīži, kad ir tieši tika daudz darba, tik daudz pienākumi, ka jūtu, ka viss iet uz augšu.

Got this feeling in our souls we carry
We gonna be legendary

One stone

In the middle of difficulty lies opportunity

Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow.
The important thing is not to stop questioning.

Logic will get you from A to B.
Imagination will take you everywhere.

If you want to live a happy life, tie it to a goal.
Not to people or things.

pirmdiena

feeling the itch feeling ir now

dont star a day with an itch

Tony

We create our own demons. Who said that? What does that even mean?

HM

There is nothing either good or bad
But thinking makes it so

Every one of us

Every villain 

is a hero

in his own

min.

Fate and warriors

Fate wispers to warrior: “You can not withstand the storm”
The warrior wispers back: “I am the storm”


But no matter how far we sail
The worst monsters are those
That we bring with us

Viss mainās pa minūtēm

Nekas nav pastāvīgs.
Mēs visi maināmies.

Made me laugh

“rather than being a lost asgardian prince he’s more like asgardian pirate”

Sonnentanz

Esmu iekāpusi tādā kā burbulī.
austiņās acoustic *sun dont shine without you*
Ielu laternu gaismas slīd garām, ir dienas bez nakts, ir naktis bez dienas.
Es mēģināšu aizbēgt. Pavasarī. But dont ever let it go.
Domas gar ausīm aizslīd kā naktstaureņi uz gaismu.. spuldzīte nespīd. Ir beidzies kaut kāds periods un iestājies cits dvēseles stāvoklis. Es gribu lidot bet palikt. Lidot un atrast. Lidot un saprast. Būt vai nebūt.

V

Remember, remember, the 5th of November
The Gunpowder Treason and plot;
I know of no reason why Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot