You have probably heard about the Bilderberg Group, Freemasons, Bonesmen, and other Odd fellows. Typically these are groups of mostly old people drinking whiskey in their tuxedos and talking food things about themselves and blaming the outsiders for all the problems. These organizations have existed for years but their importance and influence is getting smaller every year.
It’s times like these that make it possible for something new to emerge. The latyest arrival is an organization that calls themselves “The Molle Group” after a tiny village located in Southern Sweden. The members do not want to comment it, but some sources have leaked information that the group will meet in November in Sweden.
The group consists of young, under 40-year old professionals from sectors of medical, IT, energy, civil engineering etc. to share their knowledge to be used for their common goals – that are not announced to public.
Are such groups needed? Are they threat or possibility? Why should we care? Is it always so, that we are attracted about what happens behind closed doors? Maybe they just eat, drink, whatch porn, tell bad jokes and execute secret rituals? Why is media not allowed there? What do they have to hide?
In this eternal masquerade called life,
The purest ones seem strangest and most distant.
Those few who really know themselves do not need masks
They truly know how beauty looks like
Being unique, confident and real.
People Do not dare to open the book,
where the cover reveals the truth.
People cannot stand being alone
Even if that was the only way to survive in a group.
I saw it in my dreams
She was wearing those tight jeans.
And she told me that she’s about to get a baby.
I know it cannot be true.
She could not be that much cruel.
When we met last time she promised to first to ask me.
Life is life it’s not just dreams.
Can not know of how she feels
I should go to see her, but I’m too weak to do so.
Why it cannot be like then
Years ago you just know when
I drank too much whiskey and
Then sent message: I love you
It was stupid thing to do
It was not just only you
A dozen girls got this same
message every friday.And if life is life is trueIn the end it’s me and youWe all got the powerbut are too afraid to use itAnd when I look at youThrough my sad and lonely viewI can see the smileThat once made me happy
Big ideas need teams around them to make them reality.
The smartest people are often also quiet, humble, modest and have bad self esteem. In the struggle for survival in the rough world of business their ideas are neglected by the arrogant idiots, who can not see the essence of the brilliance in their thoughts.
Too often are good ideas put down when the inventor needs some support and ask for opinion from someone who just neglectfully answers: “aha, fine, hasn’t that been done already, what is the point in this etc.”
The most successful people in the world have been the rare breed of selfish arrogant geniuses. Those are in their own class. Most of the millionaires are either arrogant and stupid or just plain lucky.
Sometimes the shy smart guys also qualify to the group of latter.
All nerds unite! Say fuck you to the people who do not understand you. Do your thing. Be successful and fund a statue with names of oll of those who did not believe in you!
Cold black sky. No movement.
Sound of drum at the distance is getting quiet.
There she stands. Pale girl in dark hair. Serious expression on her face. She is waving goodbye and then turns her back at me. Silent sad figure. She is walking away to the darkness.
The end is beautiful but a little scary.
I collapse on my knees and cry. Tear drops turn into ice.
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I have been writing down my feelings and thoughts in poems and lyrics. Sometimes I even have a melody in my mind about how the song should go. Too bad I’m not at all musical person and I have absolutely no skills of playing anything. So I tried to hum the melody and asked someone to notate that and then I gave the notation to other people to play it.
It has come
The autumn is here
no one else is near
Fine with me
I need all that space
In my head to remember every face
The story is the same
But no one is to blame
Those people in mind
But acting like a blind
From the work
I hurry to get quickly back home
There is no one waiting me
I stare at the distance to see my new best friends
But I know that they can not see me
But I know that they can not see me
I spend my life
Sitting in my cave
Lots of friends
But no one knows my name
We have fun
That no one understands
Just one day
We will rule this crazy land
I like them
But they do not know me
In my mind
They are my family
I should look
For channel to survive
I can’t swim
But i’m too proud to dive
My humming of the melody:
Intepretation from JP:
Intepretation from RB:
Intepretation from JT:
Intepretation from Phydra:
I called you again
just some weeks ago
I acted like you never left
I opened the door in the hotel
And you were there waiting for me
It just felt like it did in beginning
when you asked for me to stay
I just cannot forget that evening
But again you went away