<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592907774814958111</id><updated>2011-08-24T05:36:41.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The standalone soul</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestandalonesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592907774814958111/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestandalonesoul.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mewtwo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054079397128963160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YfsjSnIBkwM/TlTwUwc5clI/AAAAAAAAAFE/HE7_QRphrqs/s220/avatar_61.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592907774814958111.post-9070236840182377652</id><published>2009-04-01T05:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T05:31:42.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Czasem dręczy mnie pytanie: "Po co tutaj jestem?". Nie mam wyższych celów swojej egzystencji. Nie wiem dokąd dążę, na jakiej drodze się znajdę. Ale wciąż idę. Jestem sobą, niczego nie udaję, nie podejmuję decyzji wbrew sobie. I nie ugnę się przed nikim. Prędzej skończę ze sobą, niż podporządkuję się komukolwiek.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A czy potrzebuję celu? Ciężkie pytanie. Bo czy cel mojej egzystencji zmieniłby cokolwiek we mnie? Wciąż byłbym tą samą osobą. Cel jedynie mógłby pchnąć mnie w jakimś kierunku. A dlaczego sam nie wybiorę sobie celu? Chyba nie znajdę takiego, który mógłby mnie uszczęśliwić.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592907774814958111-9070236840182377652?l=thestandalonesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestandalonesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/9070236840182377652/comments/default' title='Komentarze do posta'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestandalonesoul.blogspot.com/2009/04/czasem-dreczy-mnie-pytanie-po-co-tutaj.html#comment-form' title='Komentarze (0)'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592907774814958111/posts/default/9070236840182377652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592907774814958111/posts/default/9070236840182377652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestandalonesoul.blogspot.com/2009/04/czasem-dreczy-mnie-pytanie-po-co-tutaj.html' title=''/><author><name>Mewtwo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054079397128963160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YfsjSnIBkwM/TlTwUwc5clI/AAAAAAAAAFE/HE7_QRphrqs/s220/avatar_61.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592907774814958111.post-3776310529068024820</id><published>2009-03-26T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T17:22:46.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Growing up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You don't see the writing on the wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Passing by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Moving  straight ahead you knew it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But maybe sometime if you feel the  pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You'll find you're all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everything has changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Play the  game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know you can't quit until it's won&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Soldier on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only you can do  what must be done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know in some way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're a lot like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're just  a prisoner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And you're trying to break free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can see a new  horizon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Underneath the blazing sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll be where the eagle's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Flying  higher and higher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gonna be your man in motion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All I need is a pair of  wheels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take me where my future's lying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;St. Elmo's Fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Burning up&lt;br /&gt;Don't know just how far that I can go&lt;br /&gt;(Just how far I  go)&lt;br /&gt;Soon be home&lt;br /&gt;Only just a few miles down the road&lt;br /&gt;I can make it&lt;br /&gt;I  know I can&lt;br /&gt;You broke the boy in me&lt;br /&gt;But you won't break the man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can climb the highest mountain&lt;br /&gt;Cross the wildest sea&lt;br /&gt;I can feel St.  Elmo's Fire burning in me&lt;br /&gt;Burning in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just once in his life&lt;br /&gt;A man  has his time&lt;br /&gt;And my time is now&lt;br /&gt;And I'm coming alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear the  music playing&lt;br /&gt;I can see the banners fly&lt;br /&gt;Feel like you're back again&lt;br /&gt;And  hope riding high&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be your man in motion&lt;br /&gt;All I need is a pair of  wheels&lt;br /&gt;Take me where my future's lying&lt;br /&gt;St. Elmo's Fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Czy prawdziwa przyjaźń może trwać nawet po zdradzie? Czy istnieje coś takiego jak wybaczenie? Czy można odbudować to, co się kiedyś zniszczyło? Czy kiedyś dostanę drugą szansę... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592907774814958111-3776310529068024820?l=thestandalonesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestandalonesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3776310529068024820/comments/default' title='Komentarze do posta'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestandalonesoul.blogspot.com/2009/03/growing-up-you-dont-see-writing-on-wall.html#comment-form' title='Komentarze (0)'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592907774814958111/posts/default/3776310529068024820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592907774814958111/posts/default/3776310529068024820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestandalonesoul.blogspot.com/2009/03/growing-up-you-dont-see-writing-on-wall.html' title=''/><author><name>Mewtwo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054079397128963160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YfsjSnIBkwM/TlTwUwc5clI/AAAAAAAAAFE/HE7_QRphrqs/s220/avatar_61.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592907774814958111.post-370822452967783688</id><published>2009-03-22T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T05:36:24.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Call you up in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;Like a firefly without a light &lt;br /&gt;You were there like a blow torch burning&lt;br /&gt;I was a key that could use a  little turning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired that I couldn't even sleep&lt;br /&gt;So many secrets I  couldn't keep&lt;br /&gt;Promised myself I wouldn't weep&lt;br /&gt;One more promise I  couldn't keep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems no one can help me now&lt;br /&gt;I'm in too deep &lt;br /&gt;There's no way out&lt;br /&gt;This time I have really led myself astray &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runaway train never going back&lt;br /&gt;Wrong way on a one way track &lt;br /&gt;Seems like I should be getting somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I'm neither here nore  there&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im dłużej żyję wśród ludzi, tym bardziej samotnie się czuję. Oni mają swój świat, ja mam swój. I spotykamy się na krawędzi obu. Outsider żyjący samotnie na granicy... Wiele lat temu byłem tylko obserwatorem. Chęć władzy, siły i wpływów sprawiła, że zacząłem mieszać w nie swoim świecie. I gdy stanąłem na szczycie, pogardziłem wszystkim, co zdobyłem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592907774814958111-370822452967783688?l=thestandalonesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestandalonesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/370822452967783688/comments/default' title='Komentarze do posta'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestandalonesoul.blogspot.com/2009/03/call-you-up-in-middle-of-night-like.html#comment-form' title='Komentarze (0)'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592907774814958111/posts/default/370822452967783688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592907774814958111/posts/default/370822452967783688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestandalonesoul.blogspot.com/2009/03/call-you-up-in-middle-of-night-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Mewtwo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054079397128963160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YfsjSnIBkwM/TlTwUwc5clI/AAAAAAAAAFE/HE7_QRphrqs/s220/avatar_61.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592907774814958111.post-3142822989660012657</id><published>2009-03-12T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T02:12:57.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in the Life</title><content type='html'>I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;read&lt;/span&gt; the news &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;oh&lt;/span&gt; boy . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;About&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lucky&lt;/span&gt; man who made the  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;grade&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;though&lt;/span&gt; the news was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;rather&lt;/span&gt; sad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Well&lt;/span&gt;, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;laugh&lt;/span&gt;—&lt;br /&gt;I  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;saw&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;photograph&lt;/span&gt; . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;blew&lt;/span&gt; his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;mind&lt;/span&gt; out in a car;&lt;br /&gt;He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;'t  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;notice&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;lights&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;changed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;crowd&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;stood&lt;/span&gt; and  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;stared&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;They&lt;/span&gt;'d &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;seen&lt;/span&gt; his face &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Nobody&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;If&lt;/span&gt; he was  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;from&lt;/span&gt; the House of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Lords&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wszyscy robimy głupoty w życiu. Jedyną różnicą między ludzkimi głupotami jest sposób wyboru. Jedni co chwile pakują się w kłopoty wynikające z ich wcześniejszych, niezaplanowanych i nieprzemyślanych działań. Jest to najbardziej głupie z głupich zachowań: nie myśleć, robić co się tylko chce i nie martwić się. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ja zrobiłem wiele głupich i nierozważnych rzeczy w życiu. Byłem blisko śmierci przez swoją nieuwagę, skrzywdziłem kilka bliskich osób, zmarnowałem wiele szans na lepszą przyszłość. Ale niczego nie żałuję. Bo za każdym razem musiałem dokonać wyboru - i nigdy nie wybierałem w ciemno. Zawsze wiedziałem czego chcę. I byłem na to gotowy. Dlatego nie żałuję.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592907774814958111-3142822989660012657?l=thestandalonesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestandalonesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3142822989660012657/comments/default' title='Komentarze do posta'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestandalonesoul.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-in-life.html#comment-form' title='Komentarze (0)'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592907774814958111/posts/default/3142822989660012657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592907774814958111/posts/default/3142822989660012657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestandalonesoul.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-in-life.html' title='A Day in the Life'/><author><name>Mewtwo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054079397128963160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YfsjSnIBkwM/TlTwUwc5clI/AAAAAAAAAFE/HE7_QRphrqs/s220/avatar_61.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592907774814958111.post-7571753560826927466</id><published>2009-03-07T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T12:11:56.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The first one, the hardest one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello darkness, my old friend,&lt;br /&gt;I've come to talk with you again,&lt;br /&gt;Because a vision softly creeping,&lt;br /&gt;Left it's seeds while I was sleeping,&lt;br /&gt;And the vision that was planted in my brain&lt;br /&gt;Still remains&lt;br /&gt;Within the sound of silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Życie. Czym jesteś, że niektórzy tak Cię kochają, a inni nienawidzą? Jesteś darem czy przekleństwem? Rzucasz nami niczym tornado drzewami, przewracasz nas na kolana, kopiesz gdy leżymy. A my wciąż trwamy. Nieugięci niczemu i nikomu.&lt;br /&gt;Życie, nie znasz sprawiedliwości. Nie masz zasad i ograniczeń.  Pozwalasz o wszystkim decydować przypadkom jakby cała rzeczywistość była tylko eksperymentem.&lt;br /&gt;Czym więc jesteś? Wynikiem rachunku prawdopodobieństwa? Jednym, wielkim przypadkiem? Nie. Nie godzę się z takim obliczem życia. Ono musi mieć jakiś cel. Każdy przychodzi na świat, by wypełnić jakieś zadanie - mamy to zaprogramowane w genach. Zagrać rolę w przedstawieniu jakim jest nasza egzystencja i zejść ze sceny, by nigdy więcej nie powrócić.&lt;br /&gt;Jestem zagubiony. Wciąż szukam sensu swojej wędrówki po tym świecie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592907774814958111-7571753560826927466?l=thestandalonesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestandalonesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7571753560826927466/comments/default' title='Komentarze do posta'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestandalonesoul.blogspot.com/2009/03/first-one-hardest-one.html#comment-form' title='Komentarze (0)'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592907774814958111/posts/default/7571753560826927466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592907774814958111/posts/default/7571753560826927466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestandalonesoul.blogspot.com/2009/03/first-one-hardest-one.html' title='The first one, the hardest one'/><author><name>Mewtwo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11054079397128963160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YfsjSnIBkwM/TlTwUwc5clI/AAAAAAAAAFE/HE7_QRphrqs/s220/avatar_61.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
