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Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Deviation

For the sole sake of consideration, a hammer and a gun are nothing more than tools. Its purpose and the intent of it is what defines it. For instance, if you take the gun to hunt and forage it becomes a tool or moreover an instrument of survival. But if you take the hammer to kill your fellow man, it becomes a weapon.

Saturday, June 22, 2013

Clothes have more effect upon us than we imagine. Our deportment depends upon our dress.
Jerome K. Jerome (1859-1927)

Leather suit?

Monday, June 17, 2013

Tea? Coffee? Cigarettes?

Brittle, prattle little china,
Sitting shiny in a huff,
It is tea and sugary,
Sip my dear and answer,
Is the world entire in a cup?

Brown almond eyes, red lips
Rose petals, dove white snow
Quick as lightning, silver tongue
Simple woman, mother of pearl
One kiss, summer in dreams.

Faces long, tired and anguished
Nobody knows where they go
As time slips and it ebbs
Deeper within as the blood flows
Like always, sheer silence in pretense.

Bread sticks, and tomato soup
Bit of butter to make it better
Always warm, always fulll
A strangers hand though be sour
But love's touch be ne'er wrong.

Red I Pray, Blue I Stay

Roses have wilted with the coming winter,
much of life has withered and died.
I have been sitting here for sometime now,
Waiting and watching, reckoning on
Everything that I gaze upon, strangely;
The world itself seems turning blue
Breaking into my sight of very reality.
Before I am too far gone and lost;
Even the chimes of church bells once jubiliant,
seem to echo the throes of a widows tears,
if there be something as nothingness.
It is still enough for any of us to hold on to,
on my purpose, and no hope nor prayers;
can stop my breath as it turns to
a rattle of that life, all which is left.

Friday, June 14, 2013

Grand Finale

So today was the last act for me and the final day at school. What I haven't mentioned is that I've been studying theatre and drama for some time now. My last act....

http://freedrama.net/tbi.html

Yes. That was my last act and it came with many realizations...

One. I'm tired. So tired of even trying. Even though I met some good people.

Second.

I'm all alone in this world. It doesn't matter if I have some intelligence. Its nothing more than a defense mechanism.

There are no friends either. Fact is, they'd eat your food, drink your water and still abuse you on your face. Nothing really matters...

As far as I'm concerned...

Tonight, friday night... sitting sober for a first is anew. Here comes my beginning... may I be born again...

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

The Most Epic Love Story

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6chxuovrbCI

I'll see you on the server! :D

Monday, June 10, 2013

Bored, Bored, BORINGLY BORED!!!

Somebody get me a gun and a hollow point!


Thursday, June 6, 2013

Creatures of its own Misgiving

Isn't it marvelous that animals are simply ruled by their instinct and have no sense of time or its limitations, whereas human beings on the other hand; highly evolved and at the first rung of the chain take their entire lives looking at the clock, a fallacy of their own invention. Forever in fear, governed by an empirical constant, living with the knowledge of death with every breath.

Even the development of the mind and intellect seems nothing more than a defense mechanism, and we be farther and steadfast had we lived for the moment we look for which is the simplicity of impulse and sponteneity. Maybe I could go far enough to say that the human brain, reasoning and thought is nothing more than a hindrance. Considering the collective information it is ruled by, even the individuality is lost to duality of hypocrisy and that originality we seek is stoppered by the very question why and what.

My vow lies in a simply understanding where I am to live as if I'm already dead and I know when that moment comes it would be nothing more than waking up from a dream.