Bridge

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Do you remember those stars?

Their sharp almost unreachable arms

Pierced my heart so many times

It’s now numb from sorrow.

You’re still here…

Not physically,

But you are.

Everyday…

Every second..

When I rewind the frames of my memory

Or when I sail on the river of my thoughts

Every snapshot

And every flash of light

Is you.

Do you remember the delightful mornings

On our beloved fields of gold?

Or our passionate dance

vibrating in the darkness?

Or the whispering nights

Interrupted  by the melody in our ears?

Do you remember when us two

Became one?

One perfect unity

Floating to the rhythm

Of the pulsating dance floor.

But this picture fades away

With every drop of time.

And as long as the rest of hope

Holds the bridge between us

There’s still a way back…

[Bang!]

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He was so dramatic

Standing in front of the mirror

Wearing his best black suit

With red rose in the buttonhole

He placed the instrument in his mouth

And waited until it gets warm and ready

Smiling to himself with the distraction

Of a person who doesn’t feel anymore.

He pulled the trigger suddenly

And fell like a jacket

Dropped from someone’s shoulders

But his bare soul stayed there

In front of the truthful mirror

Nodding its head and smiling with predomination

Getting lighter and lighter

With every passing minute

Mountain Dew

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Is nowhere here

Or is here nowhere?

The absolute silence is almost painful

And I can hear my breath cutting

The fresh morning air

That at the dawn is so sharp

It can virtually wound my cold skin

It seems like the place is dead

But only most sensitive

And most intuitive ears

Can hear the lively sound of Earth

And if you listen closely

You will discover the secrets

Hidden underneath the peaceful exterior

The whispering of the mighty Trees

Gossiping about the awoken Sun

Determined to find its way

Between thick protective branches

A narrow mountain Torrent

Flowing fast and briskly

Smacking all the Rocks and Stones

Across their sad little faces

Trying to bring them back to life

Drops of the mountain Dew

Hanging uinsteadily from the railing

Of an old wooden bridge

Scared of drowning

In the ominous waves of the River

Almost ready to fall

But not just yet

And last but not least

Tip of the majestic Mountain

Reigning over its fellows

Creasing its forehead as

Lashed by the ruthless Wind

And desperately trying to hide

In the soft layer of blushing Clouds

One lonely Falcon

Flying in circles

And looking for answers

To all the questionnes

That haven’t even been asked yet

Feels like I’ve been watching him forever

But only a minute have gone by

Is now the time

Or is the time now?

I breathe in quietly

Scared to interrupt

Nature’s morning routine

In my head

There are answers

And I’m not affraid

To look deeper and further

As for the first time

In a significant amount of time

I hear

I feel

I want

I love

And I am

I’m scared

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I’m scared about you
I’m scared about the wind
I’m scared about someone’s life
I’m scared because I tend to

To blow the candle
And look into the future
Ask myself a question –
– What’s next, where to follow?

To know the truth
To be blissful and learn
Not to be scared to carry on
Not to be scared to live.

I’m scared about you
I’m scared about the wind
For it to blow your dreams
And for you not to understand what you’ve had.

Wandering Soul

Desires of the eternal wanderer
Are never gonna be satisfied
Even with lakes of abundance
Endless mediocrity
Is running through her fingers

Laden with trumpery she bends
Deprived from hope she screams
Without a whit of pride she begs
And the platitudes are flying
Right back into her mouth

Somewhere on Earth poets are sleeping
Covered with their quilts of white pages
Millions and millions of blue birds
Are going to welcome you
And the tireless tornado of your memories

Fate

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Two ends of the world.
The farthest corners of the Earth.
Two people.

A girl with golden hair
Shiny blue eyes
Good heart
And pure soul.

On the other side
A boy with chestnut eyes
Dark curls
And brave spirit.

They wait for love to come.
Even thought they’re still children
They believe in destiny.

Maybe one day
Their eyes will meet forever
Maybe their hands
will meet in eternal connection

Maybe their lips
Will touch softly
And their hearts
Will beat a little faster together

Maybe that will be
Maybe… If only
It’s written in the stars.

Racism – problem or just rarity?

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Global village

Contemporary United Kingdom is very often called a ‘global village’. Living here brings a lot of different consequences. One of them is the multicultural variety of people. This phenimenon is very familiar to all the immigrants among the UK. This country, like no other, is a cultural mixture of migrants from Europe, Asia and Africa. You would think that if England is such a hospitable country the problem of racism does not exist. Surprisingly the Europian Comission against Rasizm and Intolerance has a slightly different opnion. According to their report the number of racism crimes in England and Wales amounted to 31.000 in 2003. Five years later it reached 38.000. This increase is a little disquieting, although we have to consider the fact that the number of immigrants comming to UK has rised visibly as well. Simply – the more migrants the more incidents. Not necessarily we have to blame the increase of racist attitudes among native inhabitants. FRA (Fundamental Rights Agency) the huge amount of registered racism crimes assigns to the high effectiveness in finding and punishing the criminals. So maybe the problem of racizm is so visible because it’s also extremely condemned? Anyway according to FRA United Kingdom is the country that handles problems of racism and xenophobia the best. Is that just a pretence or a fact?

Lets skip the real crime for now and concentrate on what we can observe in politics and media. First of all we have BNP. One of the most popular parties in England – country distinguished for being anti-racist – bases their campaign on xenophobic slogans, such as “British jobs for British workers”. How’s that politically correct? BNP’s leader Nick Griffin supports the idea of minimizing the number of migrants in the country. He’s also known for his racial discrimination against minorities, but manifesting it legally is a bit over the top isn’t it? Thankfully the Human Rights and Equal Opportunity Commission knew that as well and BNP ended up being sued for racial discrimination.

British media aren’t free from racism either. How many times while reading UK’s main tabloids we can fing stories and articles casting aspersions on immigrants? Cannot count how many times I found myself reading them with my mouth open in astonishment. On the other hand british government is very proud of their success in fighting rasism. For instance John Denham, the Communities Secretary, in January this year claimed that Great Britain has already gotten used to the multicultural society and the problem of racist behaviours has been almost eliminated, especially since 2000. Mr Denham also noticed that its not racism that is the danger for society but the class discrimination. The discrimination against the poor and less fortunate. What a shame that Mr Denham has forgotten to add that this poorer class includes mostly the migrant families. How to establish if the attack on poor indian family was caused by a racial or a class discrimination? The line is obviously very thin.

Bullying, discrimination or racism?

Even more often we can now hear about the intolerance among children. There’s aggression, insults, pokes or even acts of serious violence. Parents are helpless becuse even though they intervene and try to help nothing changes. Why does it happen? Why in a country where a Pole, a Briton and an Indian keep passing each other on the streets and their children are going to the same school we still can’t stop going on about racism?

Prejudices don’t come from nowhere. Children aren’t born with an already formed opinions about people’s nationality and they don’t hate another human being from the first day of their life. They get it from us – adults.
A child observes, listens and learns how to treat people from his parents, grandparents, friends or closest family. Lets remeber that, as parents, we take the biggest responsibility because it’s us who spend the most time with our children. If the child is a witness of us expressing negative opinions about other nationalities we can be sure that the seed of anger and hate might have been planted.

Lets remember that it’s not only about the racial discrimination. The lack of tolerance concerns a disagreement with any differences like religion, language, fashion, disabilities, opinions. In this matter stay in England for immigrants shouldn’t be any different than staying in other countries. UK offers freedom to anyone who’s ‘different’ in any possible way. In that case some cultural differences or manners aren’t that noticeable because they’re visible on a daily basis and we simply get used to them. It seems almost impossible for a child to experience an intolerance in such a varied society. But is it really?
United Kingdom is constantly grappling with problem of racist behaviours among youngsters in schools. And, what’s interesting, the victims aren’t always kids from migrant families but also English children. This year into the newspapers came back the case of a 15 year old Henry Webster who was bullied by a group of Asian boys three years ago. He was kicked and hit on a head with a hammer several times and still suffers from headaches and has memory problems. According to the reports in this case school is the one to blame, because they’ve done absolutely nothing to prevent this kind of incidents. The school knew that they’ll have to deal with a new ethnic group but didn’t provide students with appropriate integration processes. Aside from that, before the attack that almost ended tragically, there were incidents that should have alarmed the school. Lack of communication between schools and appropriate organisations created to deal with bullying in schools is very often a reason of similar accidents in the UK.

Kids in fact can be a lot worse than adults. They’re not emotionally mature and it’s harder for them to understand what’s right and what’s wrong. That’s why it’s parents and school who should take responsibility for their puppils.

Ill – concieved rasism

The most visible acts of racism, I think, are the ones against Asians. People are usually prejudiced and they like to blame the whole community for the ‘sins’ of individuals. That’s why it shockes me a little when I wake up and, with my morning coffee and cigarette, I sit in front of the telly to watch news and I see another embarrassing report. This time it was about increased safety and control on the airports. How all the passengers are going to be searched very carefully and, as the interviewed custom officer said, those serches concern mostly the followers of Islam. Kind of straight forward don’t you think? After the report I had a chance to listen to the spokesman from the Europian Commission agaist Racism and Intolerance, who was Asian British himself. He said that people who are going to be searched the most are mostly from India, Pakistan, Bangladesh etc. He tried to keep his face straight but in his voice, maybe I’m wrong, I could hear anger and sadness about such an injustice.

Now I do realise that among the extremists who are responsible for the terrorist attacks in London or New York were Muslims but isn’t attacking the whole community a little too much? On the other hand when I actually thought about it, those controls are really the right thing to do and maybe I’m unnecessarily victimizing the Muslim community. Where is the line between rasism and common sense?
It’s worth noticing that the idea of racism is quite flexible and in fact has evolved among the years. Lack of an actuall definition of ‘racism’ results sometimes in ‘stretching’ the facts and classifying any disageement or conflict as racism. From the psychological poin of view everone who is sensitive about discrimination and racism is going to be a victim of it all the time, at least in their opinion. It’s like there was just one word for everything. Why? Because people like to categorize. If I don’t like an African guy at my work – I’m racist, if I don’t like a gay guy – I’m a homophobic, if I don’t like that a particular religion causes fanatic actions – I’m an islamophobic. It really isn’t that simple. So, while racism is a common problem, lets not get carried away like me and think before we accuse someone of racist behaviour.

Stereotypes – foundations of racism

They’re like a plague. Even worse, because the worst disease is cureable. Stereotypes stay and influence our mindes from generation to generation. Thanks to them people seem to be less complicated and life to be easier. Stereotypes seem to be very useful because they let us build the picture of the world. Or completely ruin it. According to them British are boring, Polish are alcoholics, blondes are stupid, lawyers are greedy and every Muslim is a terrorist.

It’s hard to fight sterotypes because peole like easy sollutions and hate complications. They have very important function – they excuse us from the lack of thinking. Blinded by them we often forget about the common sense and prejudge people unfairly. Thats how racism and hate are being born in our minds – by basing our opinions about some ethnic groups on stereotypes without exploring the subject. This is one of the reasons why people devide society into rwo groups – ‘us’ and ‘them’. We have an exceptional need to belong to a group we identify with and where we feel safe. Unfortunately we also tend to dislike people from the outside, people who are different. That’s where reluctance to immigrants and the belief that they ‘take British jobs’ comes from. We all want to be accepted but don’t accept or tolerate dissimilarities of other people – what a paradox of a human nature.

” Racism is man’s gravest threat to man – the maximum of hatred for a minimum of reason.” Abraham J. Heschel

N for Nostalgia

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An autumn wind brought the face of nostalgia
Memory of his meaningful eyes stopped me
So warm, so soothing, so promising…
Strong arm around me, I found the way to embrace
Every moment like a risk I was to weak to take
Was it me or is my memory such a good illusionist?
Because somehow perfection turned into a failure…

He looked at me differently that particular day
Affraid of the unknown and the unknown was me
The battle he fought endlessly with himself
So determined to loose but prelonging the victory
He held my hand carefully as if for the last time
He gave in without any whisper of a warning
Smiled with sorrow and walked away forever.

Now all I’ve got are these foolish memories
Memories of a perfecton that failed flawlessly
Like a little boat on a stromy sea we sailed
Even when wrecked enjoying every bit of sunshine
And we both let go with a bitter aftertaste
Discouraged by the wrongness and despair
I surrendered and you have let me

FEAR

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Her cold finger
Slid right along my spine
A shiver went through me
And I closed my eyes
Not to meet hers
My eyelids fell down
But I couldn’t see the darkness
I screamed out the name of God
like a sinner battling for his soul
She’s put her rigid arms around me
And pulled without any effort
Like I was a flawless little doll
Whose eyes never looked
And lips never moved
I gave in and I’ve let her possess me
I could feel her
Spreading through my shaking body
Running through my vains
Freezing the tips of my fingers
She overpowered me completely
And I didn’t even put on a fight
I opened my eyes
Just to look into hers
Victorious eyes of Fear.

Hi there!!

A brand new blog by a not so brand new (27 years of age) amateur writer. Quite curious about the outcome of this seemingly small but oh so big experiment. Im completely new to this world of blogging and this would be my first attempt of sharing what has always been just my own. I’ll try to post as much of my work as possible and would appreciate any kind of comments or opinions. Happy blogging everyone!! xxx