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Everything Is Gonna Be Alright

"Everything is gonna be alright".
A simple writing stared at me from wall.
Somebody drew it. Why, for whom? Don't know.
And what they meant by it, if anything at all.
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A busy day, its noise - tried push me out.
I had to rush, fulfill, complete and run around.
How many times we're busy making someone happy.
Forgetting us, allowing be somebody's puppy.
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Forget it all. I stood and watched, amused by simple phrase.
And getting warm inside remembering old days
Few silly words became highlight of day.
Brought smile, optimism. Continue? You may.
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A pause in life. Relax, refresh, review.
Continue wiser - now happiness in view.
How cool it is to write and throw rope,
To those of us who needs a boost of hope.

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Lill Cookie, Lol

On one lonely night my "other brother" wrote:

My nature made of body and a soul.
They're quite different two brothers.
Soul whispers me - don't even think, don't sin.
The body, however, wants a lill cookie ;)

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Everything Is Energy

Created on 2/21/2016. 
Everything is energy. E=mc^2.

A day is over and Sun is down.
The lights are out. We dream on clouds.
In couple seconds will see the "movie".
But won't pinpoint that crossing moment.
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We dream alone when we asleep.
We dream together when we don't sleep.
The fading lines, confusing feelings.
Where truth or lies? Fake world of being.
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We think that touch helps make it clear.
We think that sight removes the fear.
With hear, smell, taste we think we know,
What's real or not, what makes world go.
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Illusion enforced by narrow mindness.
We born and placed in box without kindness.
The Universe exists without limits.
But our box dictates by our feelings.
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Interpretation is our limitation.
But genius described in one equation.
That Universe is light, but we're so stubborn.
Interpreting the light as rock and carbon.
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The matter equals E, in big amount.
So Energy - is only what's around.
The world is not what senses are approving.
We see just single frame of film that's moving.
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But even in the box we are not helpless creatures.
We have the brain with thoughts. It's future.
It's energy, it's our magic potion,
To rule reality as dreams in single motion.
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Faith and Science

I miss the snow ... well, not really, just a little.
A snowflake's long flight from birth to death.
But is it end? To serve to our amusement?
Or transformation, that's not for us to get?
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A snowflake, a human, God ... whatever.
Of course, we can just quantify in all directions.
But other stuff, that we can't touch and such?
Well, rules apply, but some with nice exceptions.
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The life and death. The tree and stone.
It seems so obvious to us and set.
But future of a tree is coal, it's stone.
And plants will rise from dirt, I bet.
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The circle was, the circle is and will be - no changes.
For billions of years and billions ahead.
The line of life and death, as we can see, is fading.
The good news is - we comprehend all that.
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First step is made. The second? I don't know.
It all depends on me and you.
Too much responsibility? The load seems too heavy?
Well, you arrived on Earth. Just tell me aren't you?
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The faith and science - the war was waged forever.
Where science failed, our faith was taking over.
But how far we get without knowledge?
So, reaching to the stars, beyond would be, well - never.
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With fading lines, the circle, quantification,
The second step will be realization
That our bodies, souls do live together,
So, other Pinnacles continue in combination.

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Magic of Massage

Sometimes we take a pill.
Sometimes we take a nap.
But there is simple gift -
The magic of massage.
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The magic of a touch, 
Amazing healing motion.
Relive from stressful day,
And negative emotions.
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Before we learned to speak,
Our mothers hugged us sweet.
It's language of the Gods.
We get it, no buts.
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To be a part of this 
We should be grateful with
The diligence and skill,
Great attitude and will.
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To heal, we touch a body.
Next step - to touch a soul.
So, lets start from the Matter,
To heal ourselves as whole.

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Drunk Pilot

The flight two-o-seven is three hours late.
Drunk pilot exchanged all the maps for his bail.
The lions and tigers will be more than just happy.
The plane has successfully touched Serengeti ;-D

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Angel and Devil

An age old battle I am watching,
With flaming interest again.
Who wins who loses - Angel? Devil?
I feel for both, I am terrain.
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Result of battle is important.
But is it Only what we seek?
Or maybe deep inside we searching,
Where we belong to. Isn't it?
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Angelic life is so righteous,
And most of us look up to it.
The Devil's fire is magnetic,
In Earthly life some get too deep.
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Are those "labels" that we follow,
Because somebody is watching us?
Or our true nature is unshaken,
By all affects and sits in guts?
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The Good or Bad. The wings or fire.
Did I miss something - Black and White?
Oh no, thanks God - life is richer,
A whole blown rainbow is above us.
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Our Earthly life - full of temptations.
And there's reason for this design.
The Angels - soldiers. Are we? - No.
We not recruited but we choose.
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So, every battle 'the two' are waging,
We not the only ones who watch.
The faithfulness is not by order.
Experience, make educated choice then move.

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Money Tree

I saw a dream, the one in color.
That made me wonder if it's real.
I felt desire and felt purpose.
While steering boat made of steel.
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There was an island on horizon.
And waves were calmly hugging shore.
The Sun was shining, clouds smiling.
And joy pierced air ever more.
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So unobtrusively inviting
That island called me - "Welcome in".
The Angels sang and fish were jumping.
My heart felt like in ... well, in dream.
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So, as I paddled little closer
I came to see a tree in sky.
With mighty roots impaling ground,
Thick leaves, ripe fruits and branches high.
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The quiet voice without tremble
Kept whispering - "man, this is it.
Just look at leaves and fill your pockets.
They are same green as bucks and greed".
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And suddenly, the Sun was winking,
The fish and crabs became a stew.
The closed doors lost all the lockers.
Unreachable got in foot or two.
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The life got easier and joyful.
So many friends are rushing in.
The popularity, butt kissing
Shoot through the roof. I'm loved like king.
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Then I woke up. The fading patches.
The joy inside but pain in heart.
Conflict of animals and Angels.
Feed Soul or Body, that's our fact.

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Don'T Ever Give Up

Don't you ever give up, do you hear me?
Even if you don't see sense in fighting,
Even if you are filled with sad tears,
Don't you ever give up, do you hear?
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There are predators maybe behind you
There may traitors and liars betrayed you,
It may seems like whole world is against you,
Don't you ever give up, don't surrender.
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Sometimes it's so difficult breathing.
Sometimes feels like - that's it, it's the limit.
You can learn and get over it, trust me,
Just don't ever give up, wise and rise.
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Grab, grasp, hold all your will in a fist,
Life will show a way and its wish.
Cross on those who left you behind,
Be above it and fight to survive.
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Dig inside, find force, find God.
Swim against, it may seems so odd.
You must know - life is 'play' and a test.
So, don't ever give up, pass with best.

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Become God

There was a time, few weeks ago,
When young girl asked me things like these -
What is our life and what's its purpose?
What are the reasons we exist?
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The fire crackled and night was down.
The camping site was full of laughs.
Our looks were up in hopes this August
Will show rocks that flew through skies.
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So, maybe air or star gazing
Made us to think about sand.
How small we are, how lives are fading.
Humility, with stars at hand.
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The answers rushed from all directions.
All grown ups seemed so wise.
Socrates, Dante, Quantum physics
Were called to help us in a tie.
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It took the years of 'sits and searches'
To fill our brains and our hearts.
How to expect from wings not stretched yet,
To fly and dive, absorb all facts?
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As usual, the truth is simple.
They made it harder to a fault.
We are the Gods, well, quite not yet.
Become a God - that's our goal !
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It will take time and incarnations.
Experience and hardest work.
To have the Ups and to have Downs.
To criss-cross good and criss-cross bad.
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To burn and kill, revive and heal
Yourself or someone, it's your choice.
To learn and fall, to rise, get wise.
To lose and win, to love and feel.
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The list can go on, we know.
This life was chosen to level up.
The Gods can not be dumb or shallow.
Do all your best and go up!