KINGS & QUEENS

Sometimes we find ourselves so concerned about why do those bastards chase us, they supervise us, they stay behind the trees looking at us from far, they want to know each step of us... sad. I just got a conclusion about this and it's pure ENVY and LOW STEEM!

I've heard long ago from someone in somewhere that: ''If they hate us there're only two reasons. they fear us or they're envy!"

The fear many times is converted to hate when they realize their own weakness, if they have no strenght to fight and defeat us so they hate us... actually in this case they hate their own weakness... sad pitiful pieces of shit!

As long as I grew up I started to understand the meaning of this behavior, this thinking, so I could realize that THEY ONLY CHASE KINGS & QUEENS! They try to compensate their smallness, weakness, ugliness trying to bring us down, trying to steal our treasures... what a pity.

And then you ask me if I hate them? Why would a majestic lion feel hate or fear for a rat? No I don't hate them, I feel PITY...

SWEET KISSES!

Jay

GHOSTS... PALE MEMORIES... FORGOTTEN ONES...

 Why couldn't they just LEAVE... why don't they just FADE... ?

 

They are everywhere, they come when we last expected just to mess up with the natural order of the things, to interfere where they are not welcome anymore! The forgotten ones, the dead, the ghosts... in our dreams, in our lives, in our ways to re-take their old treasures which ones now got found out by us... these treasures belong to us, the living ones!

What does keep them hopeful? What does make them still wait, still to hope for the day our treasures will come back to them? Why don't they just leave.... us alone?

All those colorful days full of happiness, where they used to paint their days with the rejoicing of love, tears come through the static eyes, eyes which stare at a empty corner of the room, staring at the PAST! Sure the sweetest memories are the thing that keep them among the living ones... the memories....

Holding back those moments is keeping the ghosts between us... the treasures once rejoiced by these ghosts found a new owner and now they are the reason of someone else smile... the ''morning suns'' also turned into dark nights and got left in the past, that morning sun also became a ghost. So the ''angels'' must fade and leave the treasures fly away to the new land where the red wings of the raven are opened for them... The red wings raven is the new owner of the treasure!

So please GHOSTS, stay in the past!

PALE KISSES!
Jay