Adrian
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FriendshipA friend is a sound~
The name "Adrian" is happiness~
A word is a song~
The voices of thousands~

A dream is a wish~
The wind is a whisper~
A clock is the time~
The time is now~ GermanyThe home of many histories
The place for future mysteries
Red, gold, black
Home? Not going back!

Birds, the city, place to be
Wind turbines that I can see
Beauty in the distance far
Autobahn, I see the cars

Sunny, warm, wonderful
Everything is colorful
Miles away, mountains
Right here we have fountains

Awesome weather, movie scene
Environment, pretty green
Here minutes are many
We're in Germany! Dangerous FutureLook past the present
Further than history
Future

Something's coming
Bigger than life
Danger

Don't try to run
No way to escape
Evil

Not what you want
Don't waste your time
Now

Look around
List priorities
Focus

Breathe right in
Breathe right out
Relax

Don't mess around
Don't stop to cry
Time

That was then
This is now

Run.

GermanyIn every step taken
In every breath inhaled
In every sight explored
In every touch Felt
In every taste savored
I can feel Her essence become part of me

Of beauty and grace She is made
With grandeur that expands far beyond my reach
Her strong force combined with beauty
Her love having faced struggles

Pain and sorrow she has felt many times
Shed tears when war marched through her streets
Cried out for every child She lost on the battle field
Sheltered all soldiers that returned home after so long

Embraced each new life born to her
Kissed each new bride to be
Laughed with newly given sun bathed days
Caressed us with the breeze The Warning Part OneOne could tell that time had passed over this land, for many things have changed, yet some still remained the same. Although nature still formed part of it, the cities expanded, not leaving much of it unpopulated. Wars and flooding, even the unexpected earthquakes which affected most of the world had hit this precious land as well. Thus much of the old world had to change along with it and it shifted with the tide as they say.  With its technological advancements and the expenditures, now even mountains were surrounded by homes.

Because of this, while some people remained in close proximity to the ruins of the Old World, others had captured The Warning Part Two"Remember Adi, the seventh floor has not been n use for sixty years. It is best to stay out of that floor. Don't want anyone getting hurt. It's a mess in there not even I go there unless necessary."

Those are the words his landlady had told him the first time he'd moved in to this place, and now they were ringing loud and proud inside his dead as he took the first tentative steps out of the elevator and towards the outside into the dark hall of the seventh floor.  Adi searched for the small flashlight he carried with him at all times inside his left side pocket, after a few second he found it and clicked the round button at the top, causing

PocketsHis coat was tan
and stopped at the knee.
It had six pockets,
and a seventh,
secret,
pocket hidden behind the breast.

He left his house each day
(Except on weekends)
precisely at 6 o'clock.
The walkway was old,
like the man,
and multiple cracks in the cement
made for a challenging journey
in the cold, New York winter months.
Such a path leads to the road,
just as damaged as the walkway,
but the man takes a different route.
Each day
(Except on weekends)
he travels off the beaten path
to a dilapidated shed
where he keeps his tan trench coat,
handmade wool scarf,
and brown hat to hide his balding head.

He buys the da Never Leaving HomeThe box had been empty.  Had been, he reminded himself as he looked back down at the box.  It was the seventh box he had packed this morning, and that was just for his bookshelf.  If he knew it would take so long to pack up all his worldly treasures, he would have started days before.
The main problem was that Felix could not stay on track.  Each book he picked up sent a wave of memories.  This book he read sitting atop a mountain after a long trek through the beautiful wilderness of his country, Germany.   That book he read during high school for English.  The book he held in his hands now he had read in his early twenties when he was dabbl But he calls himself AdrianWords fell from his mouth,
streaming his beliefs at an alarming speed.
Action stemmed from the seeds of
change,
grown from each letter,
becoming a driving force with a
glittering aurora.
And so they called him Passion.

Words fell on paper,
inking themselves onto the white,
creating a chain of magic.
Lightning flashes underneath the dome of a skull,
inspiration clicking into place to create,
to create an image of beauty.
And so they called him Talent.

Words fell onto hearts,
closed bulbs of color which
open from his touch,
blooming into flowers of sorts.
Smiles flashed far and wide,
strangers helping strangers,
fighting b

A Believer's Stand (Request for Armandacyd)A Believer's Stand

Standing on a sidewalk
Watching the world go by
Hearing the whispers
Seeing the anger

They don't understand
What I'm doing
They don't even want to
Understand

Them in their little worlds
Glued to what people tell them
Never thinking for themselves
Lost in the darkness

I don't get angry when
They yell at me to leave
Or if they push me away
No that's not what I felt

I feel a sadness
One that makes me stand here
Trying to show them
A different way

A way that is real
Filled with light
Surround by hope
Glues with love

No, I won't give up
Not when people need
To hear
The message

I won't back down
W Germany - RequestBlack, red, and yellow
Mark her steady steps
Through history.

An ever-changing land
Whose fate is shrouded
In mystery.

A proud name is borne
By her loyal people
With dignity.

Respect, pride, honor–
Beyond a doubt
This is Germany. Continuing StoriesA word is worth a thousand thoughts
Once bound together to be caught
Inspiring minds forever now
With revolutions begin how
Because of books and pretty tales
Still to be reality's bail
The human mind cannot be stilled
Unless the thought for now be chilled
And yet we must owe all our thanks
To words that make our figure's rank
For literature keeps no theme
As it forever holds our dreams
So be for now our thrilling words
But stay free as those mocking birds
And as those stories do go on
It always beings thereupon...

Call From a FriendH-Hello? Hey, it's me!
Yeah, I know we haven't
Spoken in a while
But I miss you.
Lots.
...
O-Oh, really?
That's great!
...
I've been okay.
Doing what
I always do.
I really do miss you.
...
Oh!
Well, I wanted to ask
If you were free
At noon
Tomorrow
To meet me for tea?
...
Really? I'm so happy!
There's a story
I want to
Tell you.
...
How did you know?
You always
Seem to read
My very mind!
...
You're sure?
...
Okay then!
I wish you were there.
You always
Know just what
To tell me.
...
Oi! I'm not that
Predictable.
Right?
...
Oh, shut up!
I know you're
Shaking your head!
...
Maybe I am
Pouting.
AdrianHe holds his treasure in a damask cave
Behind a silver and hardened lock
That has troubled the minds of many thieves
As they cannot help but wonder
As to what lies beyond those black curtains
Shielding the treasure from the scalding sun

He has always preferred a deep violet to black
It reminds him of the haughty monarchs
That invade his everlasting peace
But what do they measure to him
 The rich one
The dark one
The unfortunately immortal one

He always wonders who he is behind his darkened mask
He knows he is not death
As his treasure holds more than measly souls
But he is not life nor will he be
As it can be told by his Commission1)     What exactly defines “true friendship?” Is it when a person appears to be there for you no matter what? Is it when two people take each other’s abuse? Do they step in when their comrade has taken a wrong turn? Do they always tell the truth? Would they be honest if it hurt the other’s feelings? And what do they gain from accomplishing all this?

    I thought I had a true friend once, but soon they broke my trust. They slaughtered my beliefs and questioned my motives, but when I tried to escape they only made it worse. It made me wonder: is there a point when friendship simply dies between two people or does it

Dear FriendAdrian turns,
He knows...
That it's been a while,
And so he goes.

He's not waiting.
Not for me.
Not anymore.
He's knows to let me be.

"Adrian,
Where have you gone?
If you won't stay,
Have you moved on?"

I can sense
That there's been a change.
It's in the air
That you're out of range.

"Won't you come back?
Won't you give me a chance?"
I know he can't stand to look
He won't even glance.

"Adrian,
Have I really let you down?
Could I do anything
To turn any of this around?"

A mere "I'm sorry"-
I know it wouldn't do.
So, "I'm writing
To try to make it up to you."

And, so, my pen bleeds
As much as my heart does
Because Adrian might hate me...



Wasteland of the Free and Hanseatic City of Hamburg







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I think some of these lines will inspire you,
whether it's for your work, life or friendships:

From Russian Tsarina Catherine the Great:

--"Without liberty all else is dead."

--"Power without a nation's confidence is nothing."

--"A great wind is blowing, and that gives you either imagination or a headache."

"If the freedom of speech is taken away then dumb and silent we may be led, like sheep to the slaughter." George Washington.

When the people fear government, that is TYRANNY. When government fears the people, that is FREEDOM. (Thomas Jefferson)

Men never commit evil so fully and joyfully as when they do it for religious convictions. (Blaise Pascal)

All that is necessary for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing (Edmund Burke)

"Although they like to call themselves journalists, that's a myth even they don't really believe anymore. They're mutts on short leashes." (Jon Rappoport)

"The business of the journalists is to destroy the truth, to lie outright, to pervert, to vilify, to fawn at the feet of Mammon, and to sell his country and his race for his daily bread. You know it and I know it, and what folly is this toasting an independent press?" (John Swinton)

"The people will believe what the media tells them they believe." (George Orwell)

Early in life I had noticed that no event is ever correctly reported in a newspaper. (George Orwell)

"Don't you see the whole aim of Newspeak is to narrow the language of thought? In the end we shall make thoughtcrime literally impossible because there will be no words in which to express it" George Orwell, 1984

"People think that a liar gains a victory over his victim. What I’ve learned is that a lie is an act of self-abdication, because one surrenders one’s reality to the person to whom one lies, making that person one’s master, condemning oneself from then on to faking the sort of reality that person’s view requires to be faked…The man who lies to the world, is the world’s slave from then on…There are no white lies, there is only the blackest of destruction, and a white lie is the blackest of all." (Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged)

Everybody’s got values . . . The thing that frightens me is the way that an eroding public school system . . . and television on all over the place is leading to a steady dumbing down of the American public and a corrosion of basic critical thinking in the population. (Jamie Raskin, American University law professor, November 2004)

We deal in illusions, man. None of it is true. But you people sit there day after day, night after night, all ages, colors, creeds. We're all you know. You're beginning to believe the illusions we're spinning here. You're beginning to think that the tube is reality and that your own lives are unreal. You do whatever the tube tells you. You dress like the tube. You eat like the tube. You raise your children like the tube. You even think like the tube. This is mass madness -- you maniacs! In God's name you people are the real thing, WE are the illusion.

So turn off your television sets. Turn them off now. Turn them off right now. Turn them off and leave them off. Turn them off right in the middle of the sentence I am speaking to you now. Turn them off!! (Howard Beale, as played by Peter Finch, during his live studio broadcast of the Network News Hour)

There is one purpose to life and one only: to bear witness to and understand as much as possible of the complexity of the world - its beauty, its mysteries, its riddles. The more you understand, the more you look, the greater is your enjoyment of life and your sense of peace. That's all there is to it. If an activity is not grounded in 'to love' or 'to learn,' it does not have value. (Anne Rice, born Howard Allen O'Brien)

"The purpose of Newspeak was not only to provide a medium of expression for the [Party's] world-view and mental habits ... , but to make all other modes of thought impossible. It was intended that when Newspeak had been adopted once and for all and Oldspeak forgotten, a heretical thought - that is, a thought diverging from the principles of [the Party] - should be literally unthinkable, at least so far as thought is dependent on words. Its vocabulary was so constructed as to give exact and often very subtle expression to every meaning that a Party member could properly wish to express, while excluding all other meanings and also the possibility of arriving at them by indirect methods. This was done partly by the invention of new words, but chiefly by eliminating undesirable words, and by stripping such words as remained of unorthodox meanings... .Newspeak was designed not to extend but to diminish the range of thought... (George Orwell, 1984 "The Principles of Newspeak")

"I live in a government safe house. I wear a bulletproof jacket. I have not walked the streets ... in more than seven years. [I am] imprisoned in my own country for the mere fact that I have spoken out against the enemies of the West." (Geert Wilders, MP, Netherlands)

We don’t need a list of rights and wrongs, tables of dos and don’ts: we need books, time, and silence. Thou shalt not is soon forgotten, but Once upon a time lasts forever. (Philip Pullman)

Many were the evenings when... she would sit by herself in the middle of the old stoe amphitheatre, with the sky's starry vault overhead, and simply listen to the great silence around her. Whenever she did this, she felt she was sitting at the centre of a giant ear, listening to the world of the Stars... On nights like these, she always had the most beautiful dreams. (Momo, by Michael Ende)

Even when people have a great many friends, there are always one or two they love best of all, and Momo was no exception. She had two very special friends who came to see her every day and shared what little they had with her. One was young and the other old, and Momo could not have said which of them she loved more. (Momo, by Michael Ende)

There are countless ingredients that make up the human body and mind, like all the components that make up me as an individual with my own personality. Sure I have a face and voice to distinguish myself from others, but my thoughts and memories are unique only to me, and I carry a sense of my own destiny. Each of those things are just a small part of it. I collect information to use in my own way. All of that blends to create a mixture that forms me and gives rise to my conscience. I feel confined, only free to expand myself within boundaries. (Motoko)

The fact that we have not yet found the slightest evidence for life — much less intelligence — beyond this Earth does not surprise or disappoint me in the least. Our technology must still be laughably primitive, we may be like jungle savages listening for the throbbing of tom-toms while the ether around them carries more words per second than they could utter in a lifetime. (Arthur Charles Clarke)

Power is not a means; it is an end.... Do you begin to see, then, what kind of world we are creating? It is the exact opposite of the stupid hedonistic Utopias that the old reformers imagined. A world of fear and treachery and torment, a world of trampling and being trampled upon, a world which will grow not less but more merciless as it refines itself.... The old civilizations claimed that they were founded on love or justice. Ours is founded upon hatred. In our world there will be no emotions except fear, rage, triumph, and self-abasement. Everything else we shall destroy - everything.... No one dares trust a wife or a child or a friend any longer. But in the future there will be no wives and no friends.... We shall abolish the orgasm. Our neurologists are at work upon it now. There will be no loyalty, except loyalty towards the Party. There will be no love, except the love of Big Brother. There will be no laughter, except the laugh of triumph over a defeated enemy. There will be no art, no literature, no science.... There will be no curiosity, no enjoyment of the process of life. All competing pleasures will be destroyed. But always - do not forget this, Winston - always there will be the intoxication of power, constantly increasing and constantly growing subtler. Always, at every moment, there will be the thrill of victory, the sensation of trampling on an enemy who is helpless.... If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face - forever. (George Orwell, born Eric Arthur Blair)

Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by heart and his friends can only read the title. (Virginia Woolf)

If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am. And I don’t want them to carry it around inside. I want them to show me, so I can feel it, too. I want them to be able to do whatever they want around me. (Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower)

Have your adventures, make your mistakes, and choose your friends poorly — all these make for great stories. (Chuck Palahniuk)















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Current Residence: Hamburg - United States of Germany (USG), or where ever I live at the time, born alive in Gdansk (Polska)
Favourite style of art: anything that catched my attention
Wallpaper of choice: outer space
Favourite cartoon character: Nausicaä, The Childlike Empress, Paul Atreides, Princess Irulan Corrino
Personal Quote: Currently? Nie ma milosci na darmo.

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