Eye of the Darkness

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  • Gift

    Eye need no high-end gifts

    Just take me to the meadow 

    And bury me

     

    There

  • Eye

    -Mid….mid…mid…- the duvet kept repeating.
    -Yes…
    -Lift the cover…

    She lifted one eyelid and one duvet
    Discovering two little hands
    Hiding

    -There you are,- she smiled.
    -That’s not me…

    The hands slid off the red cap

    -I see, there you are,- she giggled.
    -No, you still don’t see…

    So she pulled the red cap off
    Discovering Yoda
    And his ears

    -Gotcha this time, Ear green!
    -Still not I. Which reminds me that a very first picture I’ve ever taken on my iPad is that of Freddie’s ear.
    -Hm, I’ve always wondered why you love his ears so much 🐥
    -That’s simple. Because they are artistically perfect. Take that layer off…

    She did as he asked
    Looking at smiling Ossie
    Squeezing his eyes shut

    A kiss
    Landed on Duckling’s forehead

    -There’s no escape now…

    Yet he just shook his soft feathers
    And said

    Quietly

    -The eye is the last layer…

    💚

  • A void

    The land of dark

    Got deleted
    By a touch
    That of a divine spark
    For a fleeting moment
    Enlightening
    Two
    Ends
    Of one
    Double twisted soul

    Defining
    Two
    Sides
    Of one
    Nonexistent
    Void

    Both of them dreaming
    In vain
    About the other

    Suddenly
    The mighty heavens shook the Earth
    Throwing Him
    Towards Her lalaland
    Restoring
    Ever present peace

    Ending
    With his intellectual piece
    “Make no mistake, I’m here to conquer, love”
    “Sure, they grow right over there,”
    She said
    Pointing

    Back to the void

  • Eclipse of picturesque

    -It is the darkness that enhances the value of light..
    -Said who?
    -Can’t say, they would call me harsh once again.
    -Why?
    -Because VALUE does not exist. Neither does the meadow enhance a marigold, nor does it exist vice versa…

  • Butterfly

    -What is it about? You know my level of command of your language😁
    -Well, he’s writing that only love gave the touch of a machine such softness it was able to protect even the wings of a butterfly. And to the robotic mind, developed to accumulate information only, the ability to let go.
    -Love? It sounds like a bug in the program🤧
    -Yes, love, an error in the system it truly was, because instead of collecting quotes about love, the robot moved its finger. Not with an aim of dissecting the butterfly, or to analyse its flight. It was just decoding its heartbeat.
    -Why did it move that finger then?
    -To set it free, love. To set the butterfly free..

  • Us

    Humans still don’t comprehend Earth is one whole system, keeping itself in a perpetual balance.
    If they did, they would comprehend the nature is disappearing as a result of human faith aka their beliefs.

    Humans believe they need to have X children as devoted Christians, Jews, Muslims, Catholics, etc. Because only their offspring they consider “human”. They also believe they have right to do anything, including killing, in order to protect them. They call this bestiality ‘True Love’.

    Humans believe they need to have X children as patriotic Slovaks, Americans, Indians, etc. Because only their offspring they consider “human”. They also believe they have right to do anything, including killing, in order to protect them. They call this bestiality ‘True Love’.

    Humans believe “the old Earth is dying” therefore they decided to create “the new Earth” by helping the planet “to make it”🤧

    Hence Humans believe.
    And in that made up belief, there is a true core of their selfishness, violence, cruelty, ignorance.
    The more ideas are morphed into reality, the bigger part of nature is gone.
    The bigger part of Dead gets a chance to exist, the bigger part of Life will be gone.
    So much for human dreams of Zombieland🖤

  • Π

    The secret of Life is encrypted in Peye🙃
    Music lovers sculpt it in the form of a tone+1👍
    For poets it lingers on as a scent of a hot apple pie❤️
    And that’s exactly where the sway of a paintbrush has begun🙏
    Spelling 2🔛
    Meaning 1💙

  • Liberté, Égalité, Fraternité

    Some decades ago, in one land called Germany, there lived real Plain-chest Snitches and real Star-chest Sneetches. In a matter of days, that insane idea spread to other countries.

    The wheel of time hasn’t stopped there.

    Neither has, the disturbed human mind.

    Offering still the same non-existing difference, just this time in a form of a jab, to those who hunger…

    For MORE

    “…yes, first we created the sterile habitat full of rules, punishments and restrictions, in order to make our guinea pigs long for freedom, equality, opportunity, close relationships, etc.Then we offered our vaccine as a free ticket to that land of freedom. To that land of equality, fraternity, and many, many more empty phrases…”

  • Being lonely

    …A low pressure is approaching from the server, which usually brings precipitation in the form of…
     
    People are strange creatures.
    They have called self-pity by various names, e.g. Loneliness, Sadness, Depression.
    The latter name was recently declared a mental illness, and they are inventing x therapies for it.
     
    This careful care has led to people being proud of having Depression. 
    And why shouldn’t they be proud, right?
    They are different.
    They F E E L, even more than those without depression👍
    And because Depression seems to be blooming in many heads, not stopping, on the contrary going on and on, they called the 21st century the Age of Depression💪
     
    In order to preserve the “uniqueness” of their own isolation, the depressed ones claim that others are unable to understand what the depressed ones feel.
    Depka thus gains the mandate of immunity that of politicians, or of venerable faith🙏
    Consequently, a simple remark “the feeling of loneliness is in fact ordinary selfishness” is considered an act of aggression in today’s age of polarization.
     
    Because the martyr, suffering from indefinable sadness, is something that is presented as desirable, exceptional, valuable, strumming a chord of salvation, melancholy outlining the aquarelle of the intellect of Joseph II. ,and as such, it is cementing the melody of enlightenment of the future.
     
    While the fact of SELF, obsessed with themselves, revelling in the tangled theories of their own value unappreciated by others, no longer sounds so spiritualistic.
    (For those who like to object, I will just remind you that every person’s action is free and motivated by pleasure, therefore the term ‘revelling’ only dutifully copies reality.)
    So much for the feeling of loneliness💙

  • Tonight or 2.34am

    Seagulls

    In the North

    Kept gliding above my head

    So effortlessly

    Full of grace

    Amongst the stars

     

    The Moon blushed

     

    Deeply

    In the West

    Caught in her free fall

    By the pre-eminent

    Embrace

    Of gravity