Archive for September, 2008

Obsolete jobs

Sunday, September 14th, 2008

I have more and more problems deciding how to earn money for my living.
If you are aware of the fact, that the most important task for every people is to get food somehow – then the most important jobs are all these food connected. The same importance goes to these that provide tools to the food providing jobs.
All other jobs can survive only because someone is able to produce more food than for himself.
But now comes the point.
In this age, one farmer can produce food for thousands of people.
But how is it possible? Because of some energy – oil.
If person is really aware (conscious) that mankind is preparing dead land for future people (not really so future, because it will affect us already), how can he do 99% jobs around?
All these jobs are somehow connected to the worse future, maybe the end of the civilization.

Then tell me, how to live in this world?
We all need money, but what’s the most correct, the best “being in harmony with the Nature” way, to get the money?
Please, really tell me your opinion in the comments.

To do nothing is sometimes better than having lot of dreams and trying to realise them.
It seems to me, that sometimes we need to suppress many of our dreams, because we could achieve them only for the price of other people being poor, withtout food, shelter etc.

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4 Hero – Loveless

Saturday, September 13th, 2008



As we await
sister Sun’s arrival,
child stars you’ll listen
to my tale, please stay.

As it was told to me
by my sister afar.
Earth her name
and this, this is her story:

Sister Moon
hear me now,
I feel my end too soon, too soon!

My wounds
are deep,
gaping,
unhealing

Can’t believe, refused to believe
my children had no feelings
for me.

See
them sealing a fate of early death and destruction,
watch my my foolish daughters and sons,
as they
kill me,
slowly
kill me,
quicker
kill me.

They’ve loved me as would an unfaithful lover,
part-time and half-assed,
Now unmasked
is their deceit.
No more sweet,
sneaky thrill seekings.
Tomorrow brings
nevers and nothings.
Ended days
for my world
and its unchanging ways.
Now,
apocalyptic truths
of revelations hasten our omega
my children’s and mine.
Each time
my breath, skin and tears are polluted and poisoned by their careless games and toys and
this is only the beginning
of my children’s sinning.

My power is fading.
You suck, brother,
mother earth’s now a plaything
for the ungrateful child,
so cold.
Ten billionfold,
my tears.

I long for the once adoring embrace of my children
their prayers, their care and
tenderness
has now turned loveless
The embrace
now an anaconda’s grip
unmerciful and swift
swift with the killing.

Killing is a sport
Fun with fire and my wondrous rainforests reflect the neglect they have for their main source.

They slaughter their sibling blossoms and beasts like the first murderer, Cain,
their pure sister oceans will never be the same due to daily spoil and brother sky’s choked from oil
refinery factory smoke
Your mother earth found me, dying, note who’s crying
now.

My power is fading.
You suck, brother,
mother earth’s now a plaything
for the ungrateful child
so cold.
Ten billionfold,
my tears.

But I’ll continue to spin,
until my curious home sapien
offspring pay the price for their sins
against my tainted tears, my breathless breath and once-fertile skins
My sons are million-murderers.
They kill – I kill one million plus.
I never wanted to hurt my children but our creator makes me take revenge.
It’s the circle of life -
or at least,
it was.

But now it’s the end.

No, no it’s too late for repentance,
accept your death sentence.
I’ve given you all I can.
Such beauty and life
you’ll never have again.

Now it’s the end.
Now it’s the end.
Now it’s the end.

Now it’s the end.