the fire [Theme] Page 1

The fire nervously sprinkles bright,dry saliva,
Gesticulating smoke.
But we have nothing to prove.

Oh, no! Not give you sleep the poet,
He's alive line, talented and sharp
Your creations, no, I will not sink into Oblivion,
I will ignite your soul fire!
A hermit live, as of old monks
In the thick and not thinning the forest,
It's like you people to hide from fears,
Fearlessness I will bring.
For you see life like a true philosopher,
and talk, just like Socrates,
And the truth roll under his feet as millet,
But I'm not going for the truth to drink poison.
Hope to call you doubt,
But I hope, enliven the eyes
I will illuminate unexpected inspiration
And ignite your soul fire!

Campfire - night the sun of humankind. Taming the fire (fire) - the first step to civilization.

Since the Shah made the oppression of their craft,
He fanned the flames suffocate in it.
It is the fire of the Shah burn in hell
Fanned the Shah for his trouble.
Not the people, itself you are asleep,
His power, the wind started.
Who lit the fire, the fire will burn,
A pit dug in the pit itself to please,
Another burned - itself burn,
Beat bar - himself with a club beat.

Reflect, embrace,
You Wake me - real...
No offense, without the guilt
Morning alive, jangling...
Will be a day without the shackles
No my objection is insincere,
Be a night without words
And the fire with Golden sparks...

By age 25 people have solved so many problems. Mastered space. Learned to live in the world. In recent years the society has become more aggressive, but still world peace was maintained for almost a century, and is a great result. So, humanity still grows wiser and Matures. But the human emotions and psychological problems could not win. On the contrary, they seemed to become larger. Previously, probably, they had no time to think. People had to work harder to fight disease and hunger, to participate in wars. Now this is no problem, and at the forefront of everything that was previously hidden in the depths of the human soul. Sadness and fear, anger and jealousy, the meaninglessness of existence and the Heartbreak of losing children.
And as driftwood was washed ashore by the sea many thousands of years ago, and now throws every night and every morning. Ian liked to think that there is something magical that every time at sunset to walk along the sea and collect everything you need to take away. To a clearing, where on weekends, lit a campfire and sang songs. I wish all human problems could be solved as easy to take out and burn in a controlled fire.

The fire of the valley of the evening crowns
horns of the enraged deer.
Plains subsided. And only the wind
on them still prances in the distance.

Fire. It was considered the most conclusive proof of any theory in Europe in 1215-1834 years.