Combatant Tenant

It's so important where you grow;a wealthy family won't guarantee children grow properly;the dynamics of issue is more complex;too much dependent to outdoors;social contacts;school,etc

Talking about Iran the things become more complicated ;

Various social classes with deferrent levels of attachment to Islam(i mean dominant ideas theorized in politics,ethics,economy,...) find different kinds of encounters with public sectors.For some it turned out to be an ample opportunity to imprpve.

If i want to reduce it to personal matters,i have to say I faced a harsh dualism in ideology indoors/outdoors;(later in my life in turned to inside/outside clash)i hoped years of university will close this gap but it got worse.

Too much pressure for solely being someone Normal...

Approaching your inner desires,equals being mentally harassed , openly insulted , mercilessly marginalized.

This's where i live and whenever i use the holy word of Life i must add a word of superior worth;"Fight"

Yet no one elese i want to be,million times i evaluated social diversity of ideas(so-called) ; the way they live,the way they educate kids at schools, the way they preach,the way they make families,making love under title of Fortune,making children as"a MUST"if u want your marriage last!!,in a word everything;

Obedience?

No,I'm the man!

I hate so much;i can feel this arrogant trends hurt each simple cell of mine.

You might call it destitute adaptation skills,but i call it fighting for minimums of my humanistic rights to excel ;

There's an ongoing restless pursuit of perfection inside my mind which knows no boundaries.

image : Travis Smith (artwork for Katatonia album VivA Emptiness)

Hours of Folly Hours of Wisdom

well.well .well ; it was a frustrating day for me till suddenly sth. caught my eyes;words of magic and pure wisdom ; i had a hell of joy with William Blake's poem this evening;here's " A Memorable Fancy"(summarized)

How do you know but ev'ry bird that cuts the airy way,

Is an immense world of delight, clos'd by your senses five?

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In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.

Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of the dead.

The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.

Prudence is a rich, ugly old maid courted by incapacity.

He who desires but acts not, breeds pestilence.

The cut worm forgives the plow.

A fool sees not the same tree that a wise man sees.

He whose face gives no light, shall never become a star.

Eternity is in love with the productions of time.

The busy bee has no time for sorrow.

The hours of folly are measur'd by the clock; but of wisdom,

no clock can measure.

No bird soars too high, if he soars with his own wings.

A dead body revenges not injuries.

The most sublime act is to set another before you.

If the fool would persist in his folly he would become wise.{---->i disagree(P.) }

Prisons are built with stones of law, brothels with bricks of religion.

[.........]

Joys impregnate, sorrows bring forth.

The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship.

What is now proved was once only imagined.

[......]

The cistern contain; the fountain overflows.

One thought fills immensity.

Always be ready to speak your mind, and a base man will avoid you.

Every thing possible to be believed is an image of truth.---->{i don't think so}

The eagle never lost so much time as when he submitted to learn

of the crow.

He who has suffer'd you to impose on him, knows you.

The tygers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction.

Expect poison from standing water.

[.....]

The weak in courage is strong in cunning.---->{Wow;awsome ! }

If others had not been foolish, we should be so.{it means breaking kinda vicios cycle? }

To create a little flower is the labour of ages.

Damn braces; bless relaxes.

Exuberance is beauty.

Improvement makes straight roads; but the crooked roads

without improvement are roads of genius.

Sooner murder an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires.

Truth can never be told so as to be understood, and not be believ'd.

Enough! Or too much.

What is the price of experience? do men buy it for a song?

Or wisdom for a dance in the street? No, it is bought with the price

Of all that a man hath, his house, his wife, his children.

Image ; Hecate or the Three Fates by William Blake

The Great Stabilization

http://www.economist.com/opinion/displayStory.cfm?story_id=15127608&source=hptextfeature

Haunted

[Verse 1]
Dias enteros caminando en silencio.
Apuro mis pasos para dejar todo atrás;
Busco en la soledad el espacio para olvidar esa voz que me atormenta.
[English translation:
Entire days I spend walking in silence.
I hurry my steps to leave everything behind;
In solitude I search for a space to forget that voice that haunts me.]


I live in fear when the shadows reappear,
Unleashing all their might.
I never thought I'd face the demons on my own.
Make it stop! Haunted, hunted.

[Verse 2]
Un suspiro que penetra mi alma,
Un pensamiento constante e hiriente.
Sé que estás ahi, aunque no puedo verte,
Nunca he podido escapar del yugo de tus ojos.

[English translation:
A whisper that digs into my soul,
A constant and upsetting thought.
I know you're there, even though I can't see you,
I was never able to escape from your cruel eyes.]



[Verse 3]
With every breathe I take,
My heart beats faster.
No matter how hard I try to unwind,
Tears keep falling from my eyes.
Haunted, hunted, I'm down on my knees;
Forever I'll mourn the loss of my innocence.

Stream of Passion

pic : Marcela Bovio

Dilemma

Last week must be considered as an ethical turmoil in my life ,

doing sth odd against my old personal criteria,without a dark label , without acquainted feeling of guilt , it seemed the accustomed sense is vanishing inside of me

This change caused alot of concern and raised pivotal question in my mind;

Am I on a right track or has my common sense began to corrode?

Have i gained kind of insight about surpassing acts used to ba called as sins or;

i've simply given up the fight and all this approval is a defence mechanism.

Right now i don't know the answer but one point is definite;

i don't feel happier living this way.

at the Baird school

"...I have come to the cross-roads in my life. I always knew what the right path was. Without exception, I knew, but I never took it.

You know why?

It was too damn hard.

Now here's Charlie. He's come to the cross-roads. He has chosen a path. It's the right path. It's a path made of principle that leads to character.

Let him continue on his journey"

Undone

it seems all these bitter moments,

all the hours of grief,

all these days i longed for an embrace,

passed me by

seconds,

counting seconds,

turned to decades...

and I,

I

turned to ashes

but you don't get it,do you?

Leaders come
Stand in line
Reveal your true self & conform
I sold my song
Crossed the borderline
I found something I'd never adjust to

Come here
I've Paid up for you
I have sold my weakness too
Come here
I split my heart in two
But you don't have it in you
Do you

Carbon soul
Transparent & played out
See you soon in non-fiction
I sold my song
My mouth was sewn
but it's coming undone & that's why I sold out

Katatonia

song' : Leaders