nimic

 gandurile mele ma tortureaza,pentru ca le aud in fiecare moment al vietii mele si nu ma lasa o clipa sa ma odihnesc.Gandurile mele vorbesc mai mult si mai tare decat poate cineva sa isi inchipuie;la fiecare pas pe care il fac aud "de ce fac asta?" , "ce rost are asta?","ce inseamna asta?" ,"de ce sunt aici?","de ce nu am murit cand am avut ocazia sa o fac de atatea ori?","de ce ma gandesc la moarte ca la o eliberare?","care ar fi cel mai bun mod de a muri?".Cand adorm... ma mut intr-o lume paralela.Nu exista noapte in care sa nu visez...intalniri cu oameni pe care nu i-am vazut vreodata,intalniri cu oameni care au murit si care m-au lasat aici,langa lupi.Si atunci....de ce sa ma mai mir ca nu sunt niciodata odihnita?Ma trezesc tipand din somn,stergandu-mi sudoarea de pe frunte si zicandu-mi ca a fost doar un vis.Dar nu stiu sigur ce e vis...Poate viata asta e un vis,iar noi trebuie sa asteptam ani lungi si grei ca sa ne trezim.

Dumnezeu nu scrie destine,El asteapta doar sa-L recunoastem

Dumnezeu a creat..
mai tarziu a adus potopul si a distrus poporul din timpul lui Noe lasandu-l doar pe el si pe familia lui sa traiasca crezand ca din ei vor lua nastere oameni buni care-I vor da ascultare.Nu a fost asa.Poate ca nici nu a crezut asta in fond...ci noi am interpretat gresit lucrurile.
Dumnezeu e acolo..e de fapt oriunde,dar Dumnezeu nu scrie destine asa cum credem noi;nu exista acea "carte a vietii"-pe aia am inventat-o tot noi pentru a ne absolvi de orice culpa.Noi toti suntem copiii Lui,iar el,ca parinte nu poate sa impuna drumul pe care fiecare sa si-l aleaga,asa cum tu,ca tata sau ca mama,nu ai dreptul de a alege ca fiul tau sa studieze medicina daca lui ii place filosofia;poti doar sa-i deschizi drumuri.Acelasi lucru e si cu Creatorul nostru...ne-a aruncat in lume-asa cum imi place sa zic-iar noi nu avem decat sa ridicam capul din multime si sa-L recunoastem pe El.

Inca o data:

• Dumnezeu nu scrie destine,El asteapta doar sa-L recunoastem
• daca destinul ni-l cream noi inseamna ca suntem pe deplin raspunzatori de actiunile noastre
• nu suntem singuri cand simtim ca suntem singuri
• "PRIVESTE CERUL"

(ma intreb cine a impanzit Bucurestiul cu "PRIVESTE CERUL",de cate ori citesc indemnul simt ca ne priveste El pe noi)

Despre oameni

 Cand urma sa trec intr-o alta etapa a vietii mele,cineva s-a uitat in ochii mei si mi-a zis "sti...nu cred ca o sa te descurci".Din intamplare,am intalnit persoana respectiva dupa doi ani si a constatat ca sunt mai bine decat imi propusesem.S-a bucurat,dar nu avea dreptul asta.Era una dintre acelea persoane care mi-a tradat asteptarile.

  Cand a urmat etapa urmatoare s-a intamplat la fel.Numai eu stiu ce simteam.Acum urmeaza o alta...iar cei care nu cred in mine si in puterile mele sunt multi:de la mama pana la cel mai neinsemnat amic;E mai mult o lupta ce vreau eu sa fac..lupta de a avea un vis,de a lupta pentru el si pentru a-l implini.Cand voi ajunge la implinirea visului meu,voi,nu mai aveti voie sa va bucurati;nici macar sa-mi adresati un cuvant.Nu ati crezut in mine.

Puteam sa plec,sa-mi sfasii mirosul tau de pe pielea mea si sa trantesc usa fara sa ma uit inapoi!Cand ti-am spus ca te iubesc nu ti-am cerut sa ma iubesti,dar nici sa-mi rupi sufletul!

Why I Hate Religion, But Love Jesus || Spoken Word

What if I told you, Jesus came to abolish religion?

What if I told you getting you to vote republican, really wasn’t his mission?

Because republican doesn’t automatically mean Christian,

And just because you call some people blind, doesn’t automatically give you vision.

If religion is so great, why has it started so many wars?

Why does it build huge churches, but fails to feed the poor?

Tells single moms God doesn’t love them if they’ve ever been divorced

Yet God in the Old Testament actually calls the religious people whores

Religion preaches grace, but another thing they practice,

Tend to ridicule Gods people, they did it to John the Baptist,

Cant fix their problems, so they try to mask it,

Not realizing that’s just likesprayin perfume on a casket

Because the problem with religion is that it never gets to the core,

It’s just behavior modification, like a long list of chores.

Let’s dress up the outside, make things look nice and neat,

Its funny that’s what they do to mummies, while the corpse rots underneath,

Now I ain’t judging I’m just saying be careful of putting on a fake look,

Because there’s a problem if people only know that you’re a Christian by that little section on your facebook

In every other aspect of life you know that logics unworthy

Its like saying you play for the lakers just because you bought a jersey

But see I played this game too; no one seemed to be on to me,

I was acting like church kid, while addicted to pornography.

I’d go to church on Sunday, but on saturday getting faded,

Acting as if I was simply created to have sex and get wasted.

Spend my whole life putting on this façade of neatness,

But now that I know Jesus, I boast in my weakness.

If grace is water, then the church should be an ocean,

Cuz its not a museum for good people, it’s a hospital for the broken

I no longer have to hide my failures I don’t have to hide my sin,

Because my salvation doesn’t depend on me, it depends on him.

because when I was Gods enemy and certainly not a fan,

God looked down on me and said, “I want that man!”

Which is so different from religious people, and why Jesus called em fools

Don’t you see hes so much better than just following some rules?

Now let me clarify, I love the church, I love the bible, and I believe in sin

But my question, is if Jesus were here today, would your church let Him in?

Remember He was called a drunkard and a glutton by  “religious men”

The Son of God not supported self-righteousness, not now, not then.

Now back to the topic, one thing I think is vital to mention,

How Jesus and religion are on opposite spectrums,

One is the work of God one is a man made invention,

One is the cure and one is the infection.

Because Religion says do, Jesus says done.

Religion says slave, Jesus says son,

Religion puts you in shackles but Jesus sets you free.

Religion makes you blind, but Jesus lets you see.

This is what makes religion and Jesus two different clans,

Religion is man searching for God, but Christianity is God searching for man.

Which is why salvation is freely mine, forgiveness is my own,

Not based on my efforts, but Christ’s obedience alone.

Because he took the crown of thorns, and blood that dripped down his face

He took what we all deserved, that’s why we call it grace.

While being murdered he yelled “father forgive them, they know not what they do”,

Because when he was dangling on that cross, he was thinking of you

He paid for all your sin, and then buried it in the tomb,

Which is why im kneeling at the cross now saying come on there’s room

So know I hate religion, in fact I literally resent it,

Because when Jesus cried It is finished, I believe He meant it.

Cand v-ati dus la vot ati votat tot pe Basescu,acum ii dati in cap.Si va da si el ca sa fiti chit.Voi ati inceput.O societate primeste ce merita.Raul trebuia taiat de la radacina ..nu sa stati acum sa plangeti cainii vagabonzi sau SMURD-ul.Niste copii batrani sunteti,iar noi,astia care crestem din mainile voastre o sa fim ratatii societatii.Pentru ca ne-am nascut din voi!Voi,astia care va vindeti voturi si voi astia care votati cu orice numai cu ratiunea nu.Mie mi-e rusine ca m-am nascut intr-o lume postcomunista...Da da...asta nu e democratie..E pseudo-democratie.
 N-aveti decat sa va rupeti coatele muncind.Un popor pus pe bascalie..asta e.
Mi-e mila de Romania.

Tudor Arghezi - De-abia plecasesi

De-abia plecasesi. Te-am rugat sa pleci.
Te urmaream de-a lungul molatecii poteci,
Pân-ai pierit, la capat, prin trifoi.
Nu te-ai uitat o data înapoi!

Ti-as fi facut un semn, dupa plecare,
Dar ce-i un semn din umbra-n departare?

Voiam sa pleci, voiam si sa ramâi.
Ai ascultat de gândul ce-l dintâi.
Nu te oprise gândul fara glas.
De ce-ai plecat? De ce-ai mai fi ramas?

Nu mai pot!

O piatra.
Intelegi?
Cineva a aruncat cu ea..
stiu si cine,
dar nu stiu de ce tocmai in fereastra mea.
Si nici macar nu vreau sa-l prind
sa-l invat minte...
N-am chemat pe nimeni sa faca curat,
 iar eu nu ma pricep.
Vreau sa vina sa-si ridice piatra macar,
nu am putere sa o ridic si sa o expulzez
Dar tu ?Tu ce faci?
De ce mergi descult prin gramada de cioburi?
Abia tin piatra,iar tu esti greu..
nu-ti lua chirie si tu in sufletul meu.

Cred ca am murit pentru toti,iar pe mine nu ma cheama Iisus ca sa ma reintorc dupa trei zile..