- End Of The Story
Wake up on leached land. Deep sad eyes now. That's the only fruit of your improved generation. You've created my genereation to serve and to stand your standards of progression and of perfection. The children will try to reach out their dreams. A child will try to reach out his dreams, in his wounded soul. I see the blood flows down your mouth. Face to face with the barrel of a loaded gun. Do you hear the victorious song, do you? The trees have fallen, I'm the fool. I've fixed myself in a frail soul.
- Individual Gallery
Clarity is in front of my eyes. Darkness surrounds my soul. Unclosed skies all over my head. I fall in the deepest hole man ever dug. But i've got no wings to fly. Someone push me. It could be you. Presently, I'm still falling in, trying to build my little wings. Somedays I fall faster, somedays I don't. It depends on which level i'm depressed and until I live my life alone. Instead of suffering with you. Why do I wake up everyday? My eyes are blind. My thoughts are blank. After all, I'm losing my time cause you'll close your eyes, turn your head and pretend that you don't see.
- Karysun
Fly away to touch the sky. Today life means something. For the first time of my life. I let you play with me, my love. My heart, my eyes, my toys, my soul. my soul is trapped in your beautiful eyes. We were flying to touch the sky. Please don't dry the tears of the past. Please let me touch your hair. Angel hair, drifting against my anger. My soul is trapped into you...Caress her silky hair.
- Toddler
Stop. You shout. It's all a lie. Star motion and one big bang..or was it out of nowhere? I am one too. Am I one too? Everyone's control on this poor globe. Circle of rivalry. Where's the sun? Where are we? The answer will come out of nowhere. The day still short. I'm not me. And it's not wrong. And it's not right. Really. Not really. Really wrong or really right? Feel the golden rule. The law of love. Giving flowers in theirgame..feeding the golden rule. The law of love. Freedom of choice has gone to hell. Measure yourlove with those who live. Measure your greed by what you posess (Kill me). Now it's the time. Urgent the need. Gather together. We had learned from our mistakes. Created. Felt pain by those. The words are clear and the message is true. You know it inside. Please don't pretend. Self-conscience and truth to win in the end.
- Wilf
I saw millions of people working. Not for themselves but for someone else. I saw millions of people doing. Not what they themselves want to do. But what someone else wants them to do. I saw the depressing evidence of a people who have externalized and institutionalized- in fact, have tried to standardize- the very nature of humanity. I saw a whole people who've lost the way of life and in its place built a mechanical monster which does most of their hard work. Carries their water. Delivers their food. Was running wild. Totally out of control. Ripping the land. Spreading poisons. Filling the air with filth. Dumping garbage and shit in the rivers and lakes and oceans. I saw all that. And I saw the people. Millions of them. Crowded together in cities. Living side by side in towns, villages, rural areas. But I didn't see a single community.