A Choice – Part 4


A power to delay a Doomsday, which is rightfully hanging, is it, not, just standing there, counting, making mistakes, forgetting in her trade mark pre-dancery affectation. Leaning over our yesly paradise  – she! green-clad goddess – o! ginger! Yes, yes, yes, she’s gone, I said, not for good at all, will pour that tinto good for me. I will.





Two Gallants

A leaf drooped and then seemed to have made no effort to break away and fall before them with such an instant of effrontery. The poplar was not to blame for that – the leaf should have been more faithful to the branch it had always stemmed from and could have stemmed from for tree-time to come, had it not been for its wildeish yielding-to-temptation philosophy which eventually led it to falling victim to ever-seducing wind. Good leaf! escaped freedom, well done! They walked on…

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The Musics and the It

No philosopher – a mere observer and observed, the voice!
Let there be musics – I hear and I commit to paper. Let it be music for the present’s and the future’s ears.

If grasped, this all will push the all of you and me towards being faithful – not fearful.

Is there anyone – of course there isn’t. There’s no you to me, there is no me to you. There’s only you for me. And that’s the it of it.

I want to feel and touch and hear and say. It’s not subjective. There’s no objective. My life’s not yours but yours is mine. Aye, aye! It works with you.

There will be no enigmas in here – every little trifle and letter and syllable will be yours and its meaning will solely answer your questions. Float down the stream of these words and utterances and read your very own book.


O I am here – life exists. In me. The powerful play goes on, and I will contribute volumes.

Bollocks! Life ain’t exist – it is and lives. Amen, Aman! Women and man!

With Love From Hell to Us

Better than a display, aye?

Since the very appearance of the hellish net, all sorts of hungry, teeth grinding, wild rats, who initially belonged to the depths of the dungeons, have undeservedly found snug burrows, have formed the villages of snug burrows which in their turn formed the countries full of them. These are the countries where every perverse-minded, foolishly pathetic rat finds the likes and its own corner.

This hellish net is better known as the Internet. As everything genial, the internet is bound to do as much damage as it does good, if not much more. More than that I’m convinced that the internet has done the biggest damage that has ever been done to society. The society itself was the one and only engine of the humankind’s evolution, since the immemorial times it has contributed into the development of an individual. But now the internet impersonates all the main regulatory bodies, has a massive impact on almost all spheres of our life and is the most respected judge for, especially, younger generations.

Whatever perverse and rotten thing you might be interested in finding of – you are welcome, Google will do it for you. Any kind of behaviour that would have led you to prison a couple of decades ago, now is appreciated in numerous groups and communities all over the net. The worst things that should be condemned by society are now basically considered normal and thus able to change the society itself. The internet, to my mind, threatens the foundations of morals.

In no way, shape or form I’m trying to minimize all those numerous virtues of the internet. Without any doubts it makes our lives easier and gives us whole lot of possibilities… but! But I think it is the greatest and the worst virus ever. The more information is open to us, the more unnecessary information we get. It kills our lives and makes them shorter if not treated correctly.

Sometimes it might seem to us that it makes time stop but in fact it just makes time fly even faster. So fast that we can’t notice the movement. I’m afraid even to think how many books I would have been able to read if I hadn’t been under the spell of the net. How many fascinating things I could have got to know if I had not just been busy reloading the pages.It requires a great will power to use the internet correctly since its purpose has been forgotten for ever. Different social networks is one of the best and the worst things that could have been ever invented. They were not supposed to waste our time but they do. It is a problem that cannot be solved.

The internet. Disease. In my imagination it is a lantern that casts shadow. The worst present from Paradise, the best one from Hell.

Why am I posting it here? It is one of the main reasons that prevent me from turning my existence into life.

Cheers for reading.

 R. A. O’Rayne.

Depressing Beauty of the World

If I took a map of the world with the intention to mark every place I would love to visit, with a red pencil, it would be much easier to paint the whole map red. Our beautiful but blue planet is so full of theurgic corners and spellful black spots that I can’t but feel indescribably lucky to have been born on the Earth, so happy not to be one of those martians in whom almost nobody even takes trouble to believe (and I must confess – neither do I).

But those picturesque views, crystalline lakes, snakegreen rivers, titanic mountains and salivaless deserts might seem so cruel and merciless if you look at them from a slightly different angle. The world’s immense vagueness – is its greatest beauty and a gift to the whole human race and at the same time its one and only drawback.

At  times I find myself in the mood when every beauteous photograph makes me feel so small, irrelevant and insignificant that I have to admit I am losing that sence of purpose, feeling that there is not really anything worth living for if one cannot feel and touch everything. Our blue dwelling place is so grand and spanless that it is bound to make us feel depressed from time to time and it also gives rise to the problem of choice, one of the greatest problems we are doomed to be followed by from the cradle to the gory bed.

But those moments of incapability pass and fade away and I once again feel ready and eager to explore this planet that was not created to be explored in full.

Thank you for reading. I’m looking forward to read your comments. ‘Stay tuned!’

R. A. O’Rayne

The Return of the King

Publishing of this entry couldn’t be better timed as all Liverpool supporters from every corner of the globe celebrate the first year of our new old manager in charge of the club for the second time in history. A year of lows and highs, a year of lows and lows, a year of high hopes, a year of revival… Whatever you may call this spell of time, it will definitely be borne in mind of every Liverpool fan as a year of the second coming, the return of the King.

He was asked to take over last winter when LFC (Liverpool Football Club) were struggling to get out of the bottom part of the English Premier League table under Roy Hodgson and straight away, right from the first game at Old Trafford it became clear that Kenny Dalglish was the man who could provide the supporters both with hope and belief and with sort of stability. It felt like he reminded the players which club they were playing for. He might not have had the brightest start but what mattered back then was we could see fire in the players’ eyes. Sometimes it’s absolutely unbelievable what a massive difference an individual can make, isn’t it. Kenny raised the team, raised the crowd, lit the whole red part of Liverpool.  Turned out to be a complete revelation.

From his first day in the post of the manager he made it clear that nobody is bigger than the club. A few days later our best striker Fernando Torres left for a ‘top club to win trophies’. Every red was deeply saddened by the departure of the former Kop idol but we were hardly made to wait long for the King to unveil our new strike force – young Luis Suarez and very young Andy Carroll, the former managed to make an instant impact and scored in his first game and the latter is yet to shine, but I believe to shine bright!

We may not consider ourselves serious contenders to win the league title but top four finish looks to be quite realistic a target for Liverpool this season. The glimpses of  past glory in our game now cannot pass unnoticed. Having returned to his spiritual home the Scot is now bringing back the ‘pass and move’ philosophy and priceless principles of LFC. All the above mentioned have to set good foundations for future victories and being back on our way – the Liverpool Way. When we say Dalglish we mean Liverpool, and when we say Liverpool we mean Dalglish. He and only he seems to be the man to bring the best out of the players and bring the best out of himself to give it to the players. If you look at the team now compared to what it was like a year ago – I’d be surprised if you  haven’t noticed a tremendous difference – now we play some pretty attacking football which is easy on the eye and have one of the best defensive records in the league. The King without a doubt is someone you want to play for and it’s so pleasing to see the team being full of passion for the club and football once again. We definitely haven’t completed our quest for that winning mentality but we seem to be well on course for it. The day when we conquer our glory back won’t be long. We now have some good quality squad and a man who will lead through rains and storms. I blindly believe in the King just like he sometimes believes in his players and to me the future looks bright with this wee man in charge. The future is red. We just need a wee bit more of fortune and our eyes will see the glory.

I heard the words ‘You’ll Never Walk Alone’ a lot of times every week but never they have seemed so full of meaning to me. Now, with the King Kenny back I completely understand what our club is all about and these words will never sound commonplace to me, as I see that no-one at this club really walks alone.

Don’t blame me for being so optimistic. All our support for the club is based upon belief and hope for better.

You may all have different opinions about Liverpool Football Club but you cannot help loving Kenny Dalglish. Just have a look at his smile!

R. A. O’Rayne