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Tuesday, December 24, 2013

That Silence

That silence. It is deafening, to most people not to me. That silence says more than you think it is saying. People speak the truth when they are silent. In their voices is deception, in their silence is the truth of what is truly in their hearts. But you, you are different. You are truthful, silent or not. But you are not the subject. The silence is. Sometimes, I just drown the silence. The truth can be overbearing and the lies are comforting.

Sunday, December 8, 2013

The Finish Line

That finish line is just an illusion. It is the beginning of another race. Of a different temperament, another class. But it will be a race nonetheless. And it will be tougher, harder, more fierce than this one. And then after that there will be another race, starting at this ones finish line. In the end you will understand that it was all just one big race, and there really was no finish line. Just illusions that you established to satisfy yourselves. This ain't a sprint, its a marathon... there are no winners, just people who are satisfied with the run and those who will end in regret.

Saturday, December 7, 2013

Remorse

I feel bad after doing something wrong. But it does not mean I won't do it again. I will do it again. Does this mean that I felt remorse, or is it just one of those things.

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Make it end

A storm rages in my mind,
Vexed I feel, I am blind,
Why does this life not rend?
Bring this existence to an end,
A poetic death, just being wishful,
Make it end, I feel blissful,
My mind is shattered, broken, torn,
My soul is torn, no one mourns,
Now my dear, make amends,
Make it end, just make it end.
 

Saturday, November 9, 2013

Ethos, Mythos, Logos

Every story has three parts... the ethos (these are the facts, the dates, the names, the labels), the mythos (the story itself, the actions, the movements, the deeds), and the logos (the feelings, the ideas, the motivations).

Throughout my life (although, it has been quite short) I have observed people skipping over the mythos and the logos, just to focus on the ethos. It isn't just the people, it is the whole system. We are made to remember the names, the dates, without giving a second thought to the story and the intentions.

I have always focused on the mythos and the logos. I used to think, this is a weakness that I have, an inability. But the closer I looked, the more apparent it becomes. It is not my inability, rather it is the people's inability. And it is not their fault. They have been made to believe, throughout their lives, that they need to find facts and stick to them.

To the people, facts provide them stability. Validate their existence. What they cannot fathom is that the facts can be manipulated. They cannot be erased, but they can be changed and they are changed. The mythos and the ethos are underplayed, because they define the story... the story that tells the truth.

I learn the mythos, the logos.. cause to me they define the story. The ethos can be overlooked because they can be changed. They mythos and the logos are necessary, they are fundamental to the story, they are the story.

A Story II

Learn, learning is fundamentally humane in nature.

The story of our lives are written by us. Fate destiny are all illusions, apparently... To be honest, I for one believe in fate and destiny. They are by-products of our actions, our thoughts, of us.

To rewrite our stories we must rewrite our selves, our attitudes and beliefs. Rewriting is not that easy, it may be the most difficult thing any of us do.

So where do fate and destiny come in. They are by-products, inter-connected, inter-woven with us. Destiny is the path that we take, the path is not determined... we chose it. We follow them. We are them. Fate are our choices.

We are our fate and destiny, they are not alien to us.

You never know what part of your story you may be writing right now. 

Sunday, November 3, 2013

Haiku XXVI

The little lights blinking bright,
Down the memory lane take a right,
The fire burning through.

Saturday, November 2, 2013

A Story

This is a dream, this is a story. This all will end soon. This is nothing but a temporary phase. We have thought like this, at one point in time or another. Just right now I was hoping that my life be a story. Written by a master writer, some magician with a flair for the theatrical. Then I realized, it isn't a story written by someone else. It is my life, being lived by me. We must all understand and realized at one point or the other that our lives are ours, they are not stories or fairy tales being told to someone else. 

We can't really blame the world for this, nor god, nor the universe. It is us. And even we are not to blame. We just need to change a bit. Evolve. In a sense. Grow. Learn to accept our lives as they are. And live them. We all hate our jobs. We hate the hard work that we have to do. Some of us don't. Kudos to you guys. No seriously, well done, you have touched the zenith of your existence apparently and are content with what you have done.

I know. I am not content. That is why I wish I were in a story. A beautiful story. An enthralling story. A mesmerizing story. But then I realized something. My life is good already. Your life is good already. The thing is, we just don't remember the good times. We remember the mundane times. It's nothing to be ashamed of, this is human nature. This thanklessness just makes us humane. It would be more humane if we were thankful, but... well, you gotta work with what you got no.

I just realized, my life is no less exciting than any one else. I just hide those parts. Keep them a secret from the others. I don't know why I do it. Maybe just 'cause I haven't found any one to share them with. You wouldn't want your story to be written by any writer would you? of course not. You'd want that best writer, the prize winning writer. We all will share our stories when we find the person to share them with, and those of us who don't I wish you the very best writing your own stories, some stories just cannot be written by alien hands.

Friday, November 1, 2013

Letter I

Dear D,

Consider this a typed letter, because mailing is not possible for some reason. I have been meaning to write to you for quite some time. The thing is, I just didn't get around to it. It's not that I didn't have time or that I thought to writing and then I stopped. I just didn't get to writing you a letter. And here I am now, writing it. 

So! how have you been? I have been hearing some pretty interesting things about your part of the world lately. Oh no, not the news. The news are boring and mundane as usual. It just hear things, chatter, gossips, rumors... you know the usual stuff. Any who, you were not mentioned in any of those so I am guessing that you are in the clear. And even if you are not, oh well! life, it always is short :P

As for me, its the same old boring life. Office home office home, and so on and so forth. It is quite boring. But like you said, enjoy life for what it's worth, yes no, yes of course. You know what, I'll write you another letter soon. Your know, short ones, Not these long tedious ones. I liked those.

Yours,

D

Monday, October 28, 2013

Haiku XXV

In a world with so little to gain,
A place filled with so much pain,
Wait for it to rain.

Sunday, October 20, 2013

Bored or Tired, I can't decide

I feel sick. I have lost my voice, in a way. Soar throat. But in a way, I can't recover. I just don't know why. I can't recover. I feel tired. I feel broken. This isn't depression. I have been depressed. Clinically depressed. Not that cool, hipster type of depressed... mind you. This... this is tiring. Or I may be bored. I'd like to think I am eccentric. But the truth may be more mundane.

Tuesday, October 1, 2013

They say...

It could have been worse they say. You could have suffered more they say. At least you have your health they say. You are better of without it they say. Don't fret over it they say. You have your whole life ahead of you they say. Please smile they say. Don't be rude they say. Live for others they say. Your life is yours to live they say. You are what you want to be they say. You have to consider what the people will think they say. You have think of the norms they say. You are part of the society they say. You have a lot to look forward to they say. You will find something even better they say. Time is the best healer they say. Time is the worst teacher they say. Your beliefs are yours they say. Do not be insolent they say. Be happy for what you have they say. You are lucky to have her they say. It is good she left you they say. He was a brute they say. But he hurt you they say. You will make us proud they say. You will make your family proud they say. People look down upon you they say. People look up to you they say.

They apparently say a lot of things.You, my dear, must understand this. You have to do. So do it.

Monday, September 23, 2013

Evolution

Evolution is real. It is natural, it is necessary. A static life form will wither and die. Evolve to grow. Evolve to survive. It really is quite simple. Evolve or perish. You do not need the so called evolutionary pressure to evolve. It is your will that allows you to evolve. Ironically, it is will that inhibits evolution. Learn. Grow. Evolve. Nothing evolves in isolation. Each and every step that you take is evolution. I have told you this before, I will say it again. And again. And again. Until you learn too. To evolve is life. To evolve is sustenance. Know this. Learn this.

Saturday, September 14, 2013

Not so trivial

The idea, it was stuck in his head. It gnawed at his thoughts. It wasn't that girl that he saw earlier today. Oh no. He had seen one with mesmerizing eyes the day before. Those thoughts never bothered him. He had become used to those, conditioned to them in a manner of speaking. He will confess though, the first girl he ever crushed on. She still haunts him, sometimes. Otherwise, these thoughts really don't bother him. What was it, was it that movie that he saw earlier today. Naa, such trivial things do not bother him. Or may be they did. When they are not so trivial. What was it, that idea. Oh yea, a real rock and roller. Or as they said it, 'A Real RocknRolla'. Want it all it said. That isn't a trivial thought at all.

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

The Painter

An off handed style. With wild strokes. Placid colors. Or were they upbeat. I am not really good with words. But her painting. It was breath taking. The painting itself was amazing to say the least. That would be least. It was other worldly. It didn't just calm you or soothe you. It drew you in. Tugging at your very soul. It didn't yearn for an escape from this mortal hull. It became content. Something surreal happened when you looked at that painting. And, well, seeing her paint. That was something else entirely. It felt like cheating though. You were not admiring her, rather her work. Which she would like, but it would be cheating with her. But she will forgive that. But even if she does forgive that. It still is cheating. Well, I was never a saint to begin with. And she knew that.

Monday, August 26, 2013

Unbalanced Verses

Walk in the darkness, bask in the blight,
You my dear were never ever right,
Now toil and rot, for you are naught,
A pigment, a figment of someone's imagination.

That is how life is,
That is what the truth is,
Nothing is real,
This is a just a dream,
The blight all around.

In despair live the people,
Walking, talking, thinking as they do,
Their whole souls hollow husks,
Words they seem seep through you,
But you just babble on.

Keeping in line with tradition,
You too will give your life,
To the bloody gods of yore,
And the one encased in the black tomb,
He will rest, until the end.

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Damn the gods

Right when I was in the middle of writing my first creation myth, bam! I get sick. It wasn't one of my best works, it wasn't even good. But c'mon! how many of you have ever written creation myths. It takes time and practice, even the ancient creation myths were written over centuries and centuries. Whats more, I wanted to write one where humans weren't the centre of the god damned universe. And what do I get for trying to tell an accurate account of the universe being created, I get sick. That is just unfair. Makes you wonder though, what really really happened at the start.

Friday, August 16, 2013

A Creation Myth II

So all was happy and cheery in the world. That is until the gods got bored and so they mad angels and demons just for fun. But they were single minded beings and so served to provide single minded entertainment. And the gods got bored. Now even the gods are mortal, in a sense. They are immortal, but death will take them too, one day, it claims. So being mortal, they made a mistake. They felt compassion and pity and made. Being that were made unto their own likeness. Humans they called them, or Children of Adam. You see both these words mean the same thing in the language of the gods, children of pity or being of compassion, depending on which god you are. And so they made humans and gave them knowledge and other gifts. Thus the gods made their own bane.

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

A Creation Myth I

When the world was made a new by the god and this servants, it was quite and empty. Hollow as they had kept it, they had a plan to make beings. The beings along with other objects and sphere would fill this hollow. And fill it they did, with all the glee that they had. It wasn't called glee back then for it was alone and there had no need of a name. Nothing needed names in that time. All the beings knew the objects and the spheres; and the sphere knew the objects and the beings; and the objects knew the spheres and the being. Together, they made serene music; which we now remember as celestial songs, angelic songs, hymns to the gods and by any other name which we can concoct. And the colors were more than based on three and all the beings and objects and sphere bathed in them. But there was no man. No humans. No mortals. Rest assured the universe was as peaceful was peaceful could have been in the heavens themselves. It was after a long long time that man came into the picture.

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

The Suicide Note

I can't write anything meaningful. Forget meaningful, I can't even write anything. This is not a writers block, writer's blocks are not this often. This is an end to creativity, what little I had anyway. Now I too must lead a mundane and boring life. The life that people so willingly lead. I did not want to lead that. This life is useless, vile, and sketchy to say the least. The inability to express what goes through your mind, how do you people even live with that. Don't your pathetic existences writhe in agony at the horror of this existence. There is only one logical conclusion. Two really. I either can act like a mad man and go out into the world. Or I can just end this pathetic meaningless existence which you people call life. I think I will choose the later and take a few of you along with me in the process.  

Haiku XXIV

The yellow god of scorn,
Lost deep in thoughts forlorn,
Awakened from his slumber.

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Manifesto of Anger and Vengeance I

Let it fester and boil. So while you toil, it grows. Such should be the nature of anger and vengeance. Those fanciful fantasies that you have. They just waste you. And your thoughts. Do not keep it trapped. Let is run through your veins and be pumped by your heart. Vengeance and anger must consume your mind and soul to manifest in their true form. Otherwise, what you see it just a weak imitation of the true form. The true form is chaos manifest. Those who see it shall tremble and for those whom it is meant, they will perish. Such is the true form of anger and vengeance. Both are similar, neither better than the other or worse off. There is no cost to great for the satisfaction derived from anger and vengeance.  

Phased

You know how you aren't focused yet you are. Like when you see double and can't quite ascertain the real object. That's how I am most of the time. I need to find a way to focus. I don't know half the time whether to go left or right... or up or down. Its confusing... quite confusing.

Monday, July 15, 2013

You be me and I be you

Such a confusing world it would be. If I were you and you be me. No sense of direction then would prevail for heading towards you would not prevail. North would be South and East would be West, West be East, and oh well, the rest as well. Such a confusing world it would be, if coming and going were all the same for every dame would be copying another dame. We would all be same so it would appear and originality would have died out. Searing and tearing would hold no meaning for they would be as if healing. And healing too would become a bane, for it too would abstain. In this world up would be down and down be up. Lo behold! its all fucked up!!

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Little Boy Billy

Trapped in a box little boy billy,
Thought his life was all fulfilled,
Lost inside his little boxes,
He never even saw the foxes,
Or the rats and sharks,
That roamed free in the corridor,
It was they who he adored,
Unknowing, the little fool fed them,
Bit by bit, pieces of his soul,
Then one day little boy billy,
Was naught but a hollowed box,
Much like the ones he adored.

Monday, July 8, 2013

A situation where the only way to get things done is the wrong way and there is no right way

You know one of those moments where the only way to get things done is the wrong way and there is no right way. When you come across a situation where the only way to get things done is the wrong way and there is no right way, as people we are often faced with a myriad mix of ethical and philosophical propositions. But then again, there are many situations where the only way to get things done is the wrong way and there is no right way. This is partly because it may appear to be to compulsive or just plain gibberish. Then again, such a situation might not exist and even it it did, it does not do so in this paraphrase. 

Thursday, June 20, 2013

Something Anything

It is another one of those posts where I proclaim that I was going to write something deep and thoughtful and intelligent. But, then again, it isn't. I just wanted to write. Something. Anything. Something other than work and life and thoughts and something something. This is a post about something anything, not about something something. Something something is over rated. Something anything is freakishly underrated. People need to appreciate the beauty in something anything more. I think the main reason why peoples' lives are miserable is that they have stopped thinking about something anything and focus more on the something something. The something something is just a distraction. It causes the people to over think and stress out and fuss and cuss and what not. Now what not is an entirely different thing to write about. What not is quite interesting on its own, but combine it with something anything and the what not takes on a whole new level of beauty. With something something, the what not does not make sense and it becomes something ugly and deadly. An abhorrent being. Coming back to something anything, now this in itself is a thing of beauty. And combine the something anything with something awesome the world becomes a place of beauty. This, right here, is not a something something. This is a something anything. You are a something anything, unless of course you do not believe in the existence of the something anything in which case you become a something something thus implying that you are fugly. The beauty in the something anything can be better observed in isolation. Well, it won't be true isolation because you will be with the something anything. Something something leaves you alone. The point being, something anything is good, beautiful, awesome. 

Friday, June 14, 2013

Isolated

Have you ever felt that feeling of being isolated. From the world. Completely. The feeling that the people are blind and deaf. Too oblivious to the reality of the world. They cannot see without help, they cannot hear without guidance. They are weak and frail. And you, being a person too, are weak and frail. But then again, this isolation is a blessing. You do not see the world and hear its sounds in the way they do. You see differently, you hear uniquely. And all because you were isolated. It may be that the world is not the problem. Rather you yourself are the cause of all the sufferings and joys around you. Then again, you are adamant. Steadfast in your belief that the world is wrong, that the world is blind and deaf. Your belief makes you adamant and arrogant. You too become oblivious to the truth, the reality. In your pride and arrogance you forget that you are not alone in your isolation. There are others with you. Some others as well, not with you. You see, you are never alone. You were never alone. It was your pride that made you blind, and in your wake you saw nothing. The truth of the matter is that, there are people always with you. Caring for you. Helping you. Supporting you. Then there are people who see you, the way you see the world. They see that you have become blind. They hear that you are deaf. So, you were never really along or isolated.

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

River Styx

A drank from the river Styx,
And made myself undead,
Now my feet planted,
On the earth I am a walking dread

Friday, May 24, 2013

That the world

Let's make sure that the world
Is free of your curse;
Let's make sure that the world
Is a little better place;
Remember to keep a mace
In your purse just in case,
Let's make sure that the world
Is going all right;
Let's make sure that the world
No longer gives damn!
How you ask, do we do this
It's quite simple like a kiss,
You take a man
Until the woman throws a fit,
And throw her in with him
and go see they work it out Kim;
But know this and it is true
That I do not care for you.

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Unstate

Melancholy is in the air apparently. I couldn't quit get what that word meant. I knew the meaning, but I didn't know the meaning. Today while browsing for themes for chrome on my work station, I felt it. In an isolated location away from the world. Those cool rain drops reminded me of something. A strange sickly sweet feeling. Melancholy - a sickly sweet feeling. Melancholy - the feeling of wanting and not wanting. Melancholy - I would say it is an unstate of being sad. It is not sad, but it is not not sad either. It is not happy, but it is not not happy either. It is something in between. An unstate. Melancholy - something beautiful.

Monday, May 13, 2013

A Scribe Writes

Turn the world of ashes right; they deserve to rot in blight; bound they are in eternal night. Just a simple scribe writes

It should be...

Sudden. That is how it should be. Shocking. Mocking. Like a wrath of God. That is how this should be.

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

I live in uncertainity

I live in uncertainty, Thus bound in insanity; There is a bit of vanity, If you remove the profanity; You will see some clarity; And may, just may be... You may feel the chaos.

Monday, May 6, 2013

I Guess

I think it's time to confess, I won't regress. People should die I guess, Less of a lie I guess. I won't back down unless, Until you end this distress. People should die I guess, Less of a lie I guess.
 

Sunday, April 28, 2013

Obsessed

You know you are defeated when you cannot get that measly thing out of your head. Nothing, and I mean nothing takes its place. That is when you are defeated. That obsession will be the end of you. I need to end this obsession.

Thursday, April 25, 2013

Dark and Blightly from Derp

You, of all the people I knew, are the most interesting person I have ever come across. I actually mean it. I say this to a lot of people, but I never mean it. But this time, I mean it. You are one person of whom I will never get bored. Seriously! why so blighty and dark. Leave the blightness and darkness to me... or to some other schmuck! Personally I am thinking of leaving it completely... You know like never come back to it kinda forever like. And you were my inspiration. Please don't go all dark and blighty on me... not at this point. Please!


Yours Sincerely,

Derp

Monday, April 22, 2013

Reversion

People say that progress is only possible if you move forward. I know it is also possible if you move back too. You just need to control the regression to come to the desired point. The regression won't be regression, it will be progress just in a different direction. As you grow, you will feel the growth and  development. The moment you don't feel like you are growing, whether you move forward or backwards, you are wasting your life. Even being at the same level is not a good thing. Reversion is another path of growth. 

Saturday, April 6, 2013

Assorted Ornaments and Other Valuable Stuff

I don't feel older, neither different. Maybe back on track... maybe in the right direction again, but that too just because I do not have anything else to do at this point in time. You see, the world is filled with assorted ornaments and stuff. You can either waste your time trying to find them, or you can just go around doing what you like and find some ornaments and other valuables along the way. In a matter of luck kind of a way. But here is the clever part, it won't be luck. Those things that you find along the way, they would be the result of your toil and labours. You didn't even know it and you did it. Just leave that stuff behind. Go forward, do something else.

Monday, March 25, 2013

Dreams

We have all dreamed. At some point or the other, even if we do not remember it. People keep journals to remember their dreams, and revisit them. Some people remember them. Others, simply forget them. At times, you don't forget them; you let them go on purpose. You make new dreams and follow through on them, or at least try to. Then again, you may seen dreams as being wasteful and stop dreaming all together. But, we all know this is just a lie. You cannot not dream. You have to dream; dreaming is a quintessential ingredient of life. Your dreams may be vivid, they may be realistic. Or, they may be fleeting, mystical. In either case, in what ever the case, you are dreaming. You cannot stop dreaming. Just keep on dreaming. Write them in your journal, remember them; or simple forget them. But they will happen. And they just may come true.

Saturday, March 23, 2013

Unique

Not in the mood to write these days. Read a few beautiful pieces today though. Their beauty stemmed not from their literary qualities but from the fact that they were unique and truthful in  a way.

Monday, March 18, 2013

Without an Afterthought

You can tell me it's a crime, while drink from the Thyme
You my dear are just divine, You can tell me it's a crime
I am a juggernaut without an afterthought,
I am wrought to remain uncaught.

You can tell me it's a crime, while drinking from the Thyme
You can tell me it's a crime, before we run outta time...
In this world of rhyme, You taste like brine
All bitter and no sweet, but I am inclined

You may wonder why is this so, and all you need to know
Is this, I am a juggernaut without an afterthought
And in this world of crime, we are all short of time
The key, is not to hit the rime...

This world is always on the brink,
All it will take is a clink
Your heart is not a commodity,
I that for a fact, verily

You can tell me it's a crime, while drink from the Thyme
You my dear are just divine, You can tell me it's a crime
I am a juggernaut without an afterthought,
I am wrought to remain uncaught.

Incentives to Unity

The world is vast. Despite its vastness, it is quite divisible. It is not only divisible not only along the physical lines. The world is based on qualia and these are divisible as well. The divisibility of the world is quite startling. It is terrifying to say the least. The divisibility is, however, not inherent to the land. Rather, it is the people who can be divided. The unity among the people may be bred but that is not durable. The most durable form of unity is observed through controlled provision of incentives. In order to ensure that humanity is able to achieve its potential, governments must work towards promoting sustained unity among the people.

Saturday, March 9, 2013

Short Thoughts

Sometimes blight, is not so right. To watch in these moments, the truth sink in. To the abyss, it has gone. Lost forever, to be found again. In another time, it would seem it is. The things that we lost, were not ours. In a world where death begotten, the world forgotten. It is not my place to speak ill, of the deeds of the past. My deeds too will become the deeds of the past. For those who come, will see what we do. They too will experience, what we create. Not for them, but for ourselves. The deep crevices of hungry and pain, filled up without a gain. The hollowness around us, in reality is us.

Saturday, February 23, 2013

Vicious cycle of something

I think its a seasonal. I enter a regretful mode right about this time. Reevaluate my decision later on and then make a new decision only to wind up making a similar decision again this time. This is like a vicious cycle of something. If you I know what. Anyone know a word for this vicious cycles of something?

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

A Deep Insight

I had this deep insight about a topic which I have now conveniently forgotten. It would appear that the manner in which the topic appeared to me is now forgotten. Oh wait. I just remembered. The essay thusly begins

It would appear that man is a multi-talented animal in addition from being a social animal. However both these appearances are illusions. Man is neither a social animal nor is he a multi-talented animal. He is a rut, a rusted cog, fixed in a machine. The machine is not a thinking machine, it is a machine. The machine moves and the people are forced to move with. Some cogs are placed above other cogs and that creates the illusion of being important. An illusion that is accepted as a fact by the other cogs. The cogs on the top are no more important than the cogs in the bottom or any other place. These cogs like the other cogs will rust and then rot off into the rut that is the past. Coming back to the issue at hand, being multi-talented. While most cogs only move a few other cogs, some cogs manage to move more than few other cogs. These cogs, that move more than a few other cogs, appear to be doing a lot of things to the cogs who move only a few cogs. Thus the myth of multi-talented people was born. Now you see, the cogs are used to doing what they were doing and the cogs before them were doing because they cannot do anything new. That is the way they were in the machine and that is the way they have become conditioned to be. The conditioning makes the cogs believe that they are better off or that they can be multi-talented. But the truth is, man is just a cog which moves in just one direction. And that is all that we will ever be. life

Friday, February 8, 2013

Blight

The world is dark, demented even. It would seem that the world is making sense but it is not. It is filled with people who make it difficult, complicated the simplified life. It would appear that the world in itself is a trap, an abyss in which the people must fall to their inevitable end. Even souls rot here is left long enough. Some are tainted the moment they come into this world. The world is a messed up place. It is not good, it is not fun. It is dark and filled with blight and all the acts and action that you undertake and perform in order to make it better are futile. This is all an illusion. A dark and demented illusion in which we fall and jump and rot until the world consumes us rips to shreds the small soul that we have. This is utterly pitiful.

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Muddled Affairs

Sometimes the world just keeps spinning and the people think that you are spinning with it. But the truth of the matter is that you are not spinning with the world, its just that the people are and they think that because they see you almost everywhere, you too must be spinning. Strange it would appear how life is. Paths cross and then they retract, but the paths they remain almost always in the same place. As far as walking a new path is concerned, some walked it that is why it exists. Its hasty, you don't need to be. Things happen in time, and in time you learn control.

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Takes Time

It takes a long long time. Almost everything does. I need to get used to the idea. I know I can bear a lot of time, I just need to get used to the idea things too take a lot of time.

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

Haiku XXIII

Underneath the cold morning sun,
An auburn sky on a misty shroud,
A traveler lost in doubt.

Friday, January 4, 2013

In Time

I followed the saying in time, but I never understood that it meant. Now I do. It feels good to know these things. Also, please note that the people in your head are not real people. li

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Peace

It is what we all seek, not many realize where it lies. Some realize; most of those who do, do so too late. Only a blessed few realize early on and make the change that is needed. But to be honest, it is never to late. It is always around the corner, we never walk past the corner.