Ignoring everything else we begin from within.
Love, Hatred, Anger, Fear! Such strong emotions that can destroy galaxies, I held in a single brittle heart.
These emotions nail me to the cross because I can ignore everything else which makes me human, but it is not possible to ignore myself and be God.
Cheap, dispensable thrills help me to lose myself and they think I'm mad, something to laugh at, an amusement.
I know what they are 8D . They can't ignore themselves so they have to shift and assert their egos on others, a sort of parasitic existence. They're not secure, content or satisfied with themselves and are drowning in the disgusting mess! Such fearful SHITS!
I could laugh at them for this but I'm mad, i don't know anything right?
You point at any part of these lobe-evolved monkeys and they think there is some flaw there; so much Fear! Everyone! The population's self-centric truth!
Your just one speck in the infinity of life, what makes you so special?
The answer - Yourself. The excessive importance you give to your meaningless and self-indulgent ego. Ignorance is bliss after all.
Monday, November 16, 2009
The Eternal Silence
Whisper it gently into my ears, all of the pain you know.
Manifestations of all our fears. Upheaval as we grow.
Across the mountains I have seen beauty that is so serene, everything has lead me to this place.
If this second does not hold, everything that it has told, You and I have lived a dream today!
Enter the darkness the void in my soul.
Life is a mere pulse and death is the goal.
All things significant just crumble away.
Building emotions have lead you astray.
Manifestations of all our fears. Upheaval as we grow.
Across the mountains I have seen beauty that is so serene, everything has lead me to this place.
If this second does not hold, everything that it has told, You and I have lived a dream today!
Enter the darkness the void in my soul.
Life is a mere pulse and death is the goal.
All things significant just crumble away.
Building emotions have lead you astray.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
She
Reminiscent of the past... the nostalgia morphs to melancholy. How is it that i found complex and strange comfort when you gave it to me, simply? How is it that i feel this sickening itch and more misery coarsing through me than before you, now that you took it away just as easy?...
In her arms all was found, like salvation, like destiny, like heaven in death!
In her arms all is lost, but there was no confusion in the wilderness, I belonged...
Now that its just an inexplicable memory of the past, I decided to name the emotions, the thoughts, the memory i never quite understood... I named the memory "You".
In her arms all was found, like salvation, like destiny, like heaven in death!
In her arms all is lost, but there was no confusion in the wilderness, I belonged...
Now that its just an inexplicable memory of the past, I decided to name the emotions, the thoughts, the memory i never quite understood... I named the memory "You".
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Art - The Shadow of a Ghost
A walk down the hall revealed it all. The spectator morbid but in a humble quest to attain the understanding, salvation of art.
‘There are many characters here’, he thought though their eyes fought.
A painting very peculiar was noticed;
A baby held in the engulfing hands of his father, being caressed with the thumb by the cheek;
The baby innocent to the spoken queries of life and process, staring astonished and rapt by the sky, the clouds, who knows what else?
The father guilty, staring at the child with eyes that held unconditional love and amazement as well. The brow spoke of irresponsibility and fear of what is chanced.
The lips had a subtle smile waiting to glide when the ears heard a solid prophecy of greatness.
The spectator consumed with melancholy made it visible with his saturnine appearance.
Then came a gray haired madman. At the sight of this boy consumed with misery he asked him ,’What was your purpose boy?’
Spectator: To realize the meaning of art. I do understand the feelings of both the father and son, and they do sway me. What I do not realize is what it was meant to mean.
Madman: If you empathized with the portrait, then you have understood art. As art is in the eyes of the beholder. To be at the plain of understanding of another, at the same level is salvation, not preaching or sitting beneath a tree.
Now boy what is your purpose?
Spectator: To preach my new learned salvation.
Madman: Naïve youth, I just spoke of ones individual and sole understanding. Life will teach you.
‘There are many characters here’, he thought though their eyes fought.
A painting very peculiar was noticed;
A baby held in the engulfing hands of his father, being caressed with the thumb by the cheek;
The baby innocent to the spoken queries of life and process, staring astonished and rapt by the sky, the clouds, who knows what else?
The father guilty, staring at the child with eyes that held unconditional love and amazement as well. The brow spoke of irresponsibility and fear of what is chanced.
The lips had a subtle smile waiting to glide when the ears heard a solid prophecy of greatness.
The spectator consumed with melancholy made it visible with his saturnine appearance.
Then came a gray haired madman. At the sight of this boy consumed with misery he asked him ,’What was your purpose boy?’
Spectator: To realize the meaning of art. I do understand the feelings of both the father and son, and they do sway me. What I do not realize is what it was meant to mean.
Madman: If you empathized with the portrait, then you have understood art. As art is in the eyes of the beholder. To be at the plain of understanding of another, at the same level is salvation, not preaching or sitting beneath a tree.
Now boy what is your purpose?
Spectator: To preach my new learned salvation.
Madman: Naïve youth, I just spoke of ones individual and sole understanding. Life will teach you.
Monday, June 1, 2009
Introduction of the Grey Shade
It is not wise to venture into the unknown when you know the darkness will haunt you...
If the shadows give you comfort then hide in peace, if the sunlight gives you solace then burn in peace. Its your haven or hell that you choose to be in.
That said....
Not everything is black and white. Grey is a good colour too. Being independent with most belief in yourself takes you far along the rainbow road, though if your stopped then you have nothing else to blame but the nomad. Your hard to be perceived by others when in the pool of gray. Neither God nor the Devil, just yourself to be spiritual to, Heaven and Hell fight a lot so one cant decide sometimes. Its cold upstairs but its hot down below, steam in the middle. Restless and intangible but goes with the flow.
If the shadows give you comfort then hide in peace, if the sunlight gives you solace then burn in peace. Its your haven or hell that you choose to be in.
That said....
Not everything is black and white. Grey is a good colour too. Being independent with most belief in yourself takes you far along the rainbow road, though if your stopped then you have nothing else to blame but the nomad. Your hard to be perceived by others when in the pool of gray. Neither God nor the Devil, just yourself to be spiritual to, Heaven and Hell fight a lot so one cant decide sometimes. Its cold upstairs but its hot down below, steam in the middle. Restless and intangible but goes with the flow.
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