Love the system

I was so young desperately seeking freedom, right after I got out of my childhood,
There was walls all around me, following me where ever I go.
I tried to run away, I found my self away from the shadows it offered me; I got scared, the sun burned my tender skin.
Lost again and forced to get in the shadow of these high walls, hating the walls but laying underneath it, sometimes trying to climb it and other times tempted to go run under the sun. I many times tried to crack those walls, it crashed my nails, and wounded my skin.
My body covered with dust my skin getting thicker, but still the situation is the same.
There was that door that I was too proud to get through it, I did not want to be similar to every one, similar to those old people getting through it.
I wanted to be like those few who I see from time to time, they have grown older, they are still on the outside but unlike me they have a smile on their face and a mysterious deep look in their eyes.
I wanted to learn, I heard stories about them that said that they are like no other humans or some said that they are not humans at all.
Staring from far, never dared to talk to them, never dared to get close to them.
Growing with time, courage grew in my heart and I walk toward these men.
Getting close to them I heard them sing a song, the main refrain was the same I grew up hearing from the people around "Oh, it's a dangerous world boys, repeat and say. Oh, it's a dangerous world boys."
Weird are those guys, they are men above men, they are singing the same song as the small men.
Yes, this is what I heard what I understood, it is the same lyrics. I felt desperate, there was no answer. I picked up my self all this distance maybe I can find an answer for all the "hows" I asked.
Time is still playing his game, I did not want to give, up I stayed and roamed for years in-vain no answer; Walked back home or better to say walked back to where I was.
Getting closer to the old places the sound of the legends was decreasing and the sound of dead was rising, yes it was the same words being singed by all... This is when I stopped, my body shivering, it truly is the same words but it is not the same song. The dead where singing again and again singing but nagging, nagging and crying "Oh, it's a dangerous world boys"; while my ears missed the singing of the legends, who were singing and shouting, screaming and celebrating the tough days the high obstacles.
Wonder never left my heart, but that breeze of an answer was caressing my skin.
There was no way I can go back now to the legends because I can't survive long in their shadows, I continued my way to my old place, now I have new eyes admiring new stuff and having a different perspective reading all what is around, but the view is not getting any more beautiful than before.
I have seen her one day playing around and giving me an attractive look from time to time, she had magic in her eyes like I have never seen; attracted me to her and got me under her spell. She pushed in my veins an extreme power that almost blew me up from the inside, I almost got an over dose, much over than what my body could ever handle. I was not really enjoying that boost I enjoyed the new experience that was taking over my mind till it got me drunk and unconscious.
I followed her steps with joy, but she was like every one heading to that mysterious door, I never like the odor getting out of it... It was painful seeing that she decided to go with the flow. It was the first time I get that close to the door what allowed me to look through it and see what sucks people inside.
Every one seemed happy. still not convinced I decided to make that step inside, because the external world became so repetitive.
Nothing surprising there, all smiles, fake smiles because each is shameful to show his boredom. But I couldn't do the same, I was smiling at the beginning everything new brings some joy to my heart. Benefit from some rest and explore the new entourage cause soon the trip must continue.
Examining the place, I found it was wilder and wider than it's inhabitants make it look. I knew that I can live there and discover the place and enjoying the daily new stuff it will offer, all this in one condition the fake smile that I may wear sometimes should not import fake feelings to my heart.
It will be the day where I will be somehow as the legends I have seen before, and hope I will sing my own song.

Allergic

In a hospital for people allergic to strawberry, it was not allowed even to enter strawberry to the hospital so it won't be someone who eats it by mistake.
One day the window cleaner who lives there and never goes out wanted to eat strawberry. That guy said to the first patient don't u know how beautiful is the color of strawberry? And he said to the second how beautiful it is the touch of strawberry... And told to the third that strawberry has a lot of health benefits.... Convinced the forth that having strawberry is a right... And so on...
At the end of the day the window cleaner stood and shouted high "We Want Strawberry" and all the patients in the hospital stood and scream "We Want Strawberry"
Then the window cleaner stood and shouted "We won't have our medicine till we get strawberry" and the echo of his words were heard all over the hospital, the walls has shaken, yes strawberry is a need and a must to be brought to that hospital.
The second day a big truck of strawberry was brought to the hospital, every one had his share and hidden it well, every one was smiling, the window cleaner enjoyed the taste, and the patients enjoyed victory... Few days later a rotten odor was all over the place.

Sharpening the blade

The Iron through it's life, dives into the mouth of the dragon that is throwing his flames, It is a destiny no escape from it. The Iron takes the color of it's enemy, also a layer of darkness occurs over it during this process.
A red hot burning tragedy hits the Iron, darkness surrounds all his body, and still silent it remains, silent because of the shock, or silent because of the extreme pain, or maybe because the Iron knows his destiny and that this process is for it's good...
Sooner or later you passing by the workshop you can't ignore the sound of the iron screaming loud, yes it is iron a fine metal, unbreakable metal is screaming and struggling. With every hit on it's deformed body a short scream is released, the iron has lost faith, it was ready to take the heat of life, living the hell before death but not to be beaten hard.
This process happens over and over again, how cruel is the heart of that man working in a dim low-light entourage, dipping it into the mouth of the dragon, letting the iron there to it's limit and at the moment were it turns to a yellow bright orange, moments before the iron turns into white moments before it's death and how many times the iron has wished death, just at that moment, the blacksmith takes the iron out and the hammering process continues...
Using different techniques and how terrifying are those techniques, seven different techniques by it names you can know how hard is that process: "drawing down, shrinking, bending, upsetting, swageing, punching and forge welding.
Again and again, time after time, and the process continues and still the iron can't avoid screaming at every hammering... Didn't it learn the lesson? Why does it keep nagging? The Iron loses hope but still screams at every beat.
Suddenly things change, a new event got involved, not an easy process but still feels like heaven comparing to the previous life. The iron now brights of joy, clean and shiny and gently has been placed on a stand so proud among others, each of those swords laid back there feeling that is the best.
And more proud they get when noble men enters and picks up those swords, they are out to the sun, where they can shine reflecting the mighty light of the sun.
Thinking that it is the eternal rest, this is what it was waiting for, but he who has been into a continuous action can't rest so long and starts to think about it's destiny... I did not get into all this pain to simply sleep at the end, but can't do anything and can't imagine what could be done for a change.
Before becoming completely bored and surrendering to it's laziness the sword finds it self held high to the sky shining brighter than ever, this time it notices that is not alone, thousands of swords shining there, some of them is not as much as others, and many already has scars on it blade. It is war but this time the good sword knows and confident gets to it, there is no fear in it's heart now knowing that this is easier than all that has passed, and it had enough rest to get into this again.
This time again we can hear the iron screams, but it is a sound of excitement and power. cleaned and brightened after each battle, the sword rests while waiting with joy it's next battle, some days it is so proud cause it managed to break some other blades that probably did not get the good process at the beginning of life.
But life is not always glorious, many times this sword has found it self laying on the battle filed, it's a loss darkness has found it's way back to the heart of the sword again red is the color of his blade, feeling that it is the end, now the sword has to stay in the dirt for ever, holding over it's blade a long history of glory that helps to keep a smile and shine under the moonlight, but this is the only joy that is there comparing to the bad feeling for this humiliating end...
There on the ground has seen many cavaliers passing near by, it remembers the old days, and feels so weak cause non of those soldiers decides to take it back to the field, it became old and ignored...
Every time this particular sword falls in his dark illusion till one day a warrior passes by this field and notices this fine sword there, only a true warrior a very experienced one can appreciate and knows the value, he picks it up and takes it to other battles of glory, at those moments the sword always remembers the words of the blacksmith saying "you my son will shine for ever, I have put you into the hardest of what I can do, and put into you the most of my experience to make you the most glamorous of all" those words has been doubted many times and will be many other times, but always proves it's righteousness.

The king and the fortress

Each time that the king walks around his fortress that is still building it's walls... Hundreds of workers working stacking rocks. It is really weird that the king himself stops many times to carefully help and work with them, he has his own spaces that only he works on it.
Accompanied with his counselor admiring this no harmony in work but there is a certain bizarre beauty, yes there was no harmony at least this was the opinion of the counselor. You can see places people working in groups and other places someone building alone, some uses dark stones others uses colored stones... Some places the wall is already too high and other places still at it's beginning. But the counselor gave up asking the king about all that is happening. Except that one day surprised by a bizarre thing seen newly he couldn't keep his silence longer and he addresses to the king... My lord aren't those the spies of your enemy? and they were supposed to be killed? You kept them alive? No no worse, you assigned them to build part of your wall... It's your wall it's your protection...

The king smiles and explains: my dear friend walls means nothing to me, cause war means nothing to me, it's just a frontier to make my visitors feel safe. But what's important is what I learned during all the history of my kingdom is to be open to all people, let all participate in building my kingdom, it brought joy to my heart and diversity to my city. As you can see I put my touch very carefully from time to time, look at it how I have drawn the limits between the different workers.

I understand my lord but still your enemies are inside your walls and they can easily plan your death, and you have great engineers who can easily make your walls high in short time.

Looking in the eyes of the counselor the King keeps seconds of silence wondering in his mind, after all these years and still this man did not understand, then he says: my enemies are so busy with planing to kill me so they can't see the easy way to get my head, and assigning to them the walls in that side of the kingdom is the best way to keep them busy, and for the rest I do not want to finish my walls now, I do not want to die early I want to keep seeing the evolution and work around me.

Not very convinced, but glad that the king is at least giving him some answers. The counselor continued maybe he will find what will heal his curiosity. Now supposing that I am convinced with what you already said, I can see also that every day new people come and work, people who you do not know, you do not know where they came from nor what they want to do, how do u assign to them where to work so you stay safe?

Enough questions for me, the questions are now, what are you doing here? you have been my companion for years and you have many security doubts but still u feel safe, ask this to your self.
My enemies fear what they don't know and they don't know what is the reason of my safety and prosperity, It is not me who assigns each where to go but it is the great power from above who I learned to trust, It is the wisdom of God. Every morning I wake up and go to the high tower in my castle and take a look on the workers and I notice their movement and how with time some leave and the others go work at the place that fits them maybe not from the first day but soon. Like you at first I was worried and tried to force my opinion but after all nothing worked except this way.

So at the end I tell you, this is all a combination of my experience that allows me to put limit to each, my good heart to accept the presence of all people in my kingdom, my faith in God who distributes each person to where he belongs and at the end the great mystery that is created by all this combination increases the love and respect of the good people and creates fear in the mind of my enemies who stays lost wondering from where to attack.

Mysteries

It's been a while an Idea is stuck to my head, I want to write about some of my experiences and mysteries in my life, those mysteries that I learned well out of it and had a lot of joyful moments and strange ones... although it caused a lot of pain but all have my big appreciation, and so proud of it too.

I will never give up trying but for now I couldn't write a single paragraph, all I can say that it's miracles. It has been months and years where I invested every moment of calm and privacy to think and try to understand this magic, but all is in-vain.
I have like a million title and thousands of verses  that seems so clear in my mind, but still did not find it's way to the written world.
It's all glorious moments, that I can feel when I close my eyes I hear music and see images, I get in the dance and Inspiration flows in my imagination. Whenever I bring those moments to the real time every single emotion in my body gets tempted, I can see Love, Glory, Pain, Irony, Madness... All are illustrated in Images and encrypted by codes that I am not yet able to decode it so I can show it to you.
I am still cleaning my mirrors so it can reflect clearly my thoughts from the abstract world to the world of shapes. Never will give up cause I have a belief that once an Idea is born in the abstract no matter what it is, sooner or later it will find it's way to the material world, one of the reasons I work to keep my thoughts colorful and beautiful, warm and joyful as much as I can with all my powers so when it's on the way to here it will hold with it a good influence on humanity.

Stand

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I have this love for taking a photo of a tree standing there by it self, maybe in the middle of nature but simply stands a bit away, or in a city standing alone with all of the cement around...
The first case represents for me the ability to stand out of the crowed, it still there in her place at home humble and in harmony with others, but still it has it's own personality that is fully clear, if you stay in her shadow you still can see all of the entourage without having the crowed blocking your view.
The second case is about resisting, the tree is still standing even that others has been killed, it still there not willing to move not accepting to die. The tree is challenging everything, they couldn't kill it so they try to modify it's surrounding maybe she falls with time, but it still stands cause it has a cause, it will remind us that this earth belong the the nature not to the cement.