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Sunday, September 05, 2010
Short moment of euphoria
For as long as i can remember, i've been searching for treasure. I saw a bar of gold lying on the floor, as i contemplated picking it up, someone else caught sight of it first and took it away.
that brief moment of euphoria i felt, encouraged me. Maybe there's treasure all around me but i just failed to see. whatever it is im grateful for this lesson.
Thank you for saving me bar of gold.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
The broken lyre
No more shall the lyre mimick happiness
No more shall it sing
The beautiful tune it once displayed
Becomes a tune not to be said
Once golden and bright, a grand spectacle
But rustic dentures covered its magnificent oracle
Fear came and tainted it's soul
Fear came and took his world.
Feelings once harboured, took sail away
Fear once rooted, led life astray
Despair and pain his closest friends
Emptiness tied the remaining loose ends
Strength and will leaked from
His ears
Wisdom and knowledge regurgitated
Determination and passion manually ejaculated
Character and honour disappeared
In one fell swoop his life was taken
Like a silver bullet through the werewolf's head
Evil intentions knocked and taunted
Life, his greatest mistake
Laughing hysterically he cursed his maker
Screeching loudly the lyre played
The soft notes danced to it's ironic melody
Mimicked the tune "end of the world"
Saturday, June 05, 2010
Man in the mirror
My hands, my face, my legs, my hair
reflected another on its shiny vessel
inverted, reverted it stays in the fair
appearing only to the lesser
Fear not the dark doth i he says
but disappears when light dies
feel not disdain nor pain he claims
but what he mirrors is lies
Integrity stripped and honour a tomb
a thief without his hood
a figurine where darkness looms
in fantasies he deludes
Where people fear darkness
he welcomes the black revenant
only in darkness he feels calm
only in darkness he starts to smile
Reject me not he strongly dictates
embrace me for i am you
but how strongly i hate
the me in the mirror
Where once white wings sprouted
evil intentions corrupted
where once white wings sprouted
they become leathery black
A smirk covered face with a crown on his head
he demands recognition and respect
but I’ll only provide an empty plate
served with a slivery knife to dissect
Before manhood before long
will i stand or will i fall
to kill the man in the mirror
or to let him kill me
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Rain of pain
Darkness desended murdered the day
Black blood covered it's orangey fray
Wrapped in agony and oozing pain
I have slayed my caliban
Hysterically laughing advocates
Seized the moment proliferate
Procrastinate not death nor pain
They've come to reap my bane
Seraph of hell dragged me Down
Spread his wings profound
Attempt to corrupt my burning soul
I rejected thee
Treading in circles never ending
Eternity a dream ascending
I picked the light Excalibur
And smited me
Darkness funeral six chimes
The bell signals new beginnings
Broken free of my fate no more shall hate
My mirror and my servant's me
I hath murdered me I hathe murdered sleep
Sleep no more sing no more for life is dead
Never shall I sing and sleep
Untill my mirror mirror's me.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Some thoughts.
Beauty, the manifestation of pleasure. All things beautiful are all things pleasurable. Beauty is both a blessing and a curse. Beauty needs no reason, it is by itself a reason for any course of action taken because of its boundless influence. Beauty ends the moment an intellectual expression is evoked as intellect is but an exaggeration of one's expression and distorts the harmony of any face. is beauty everything?
Time, jealous of the attention the beautiful receives, steals the only blessing a beauty has which is its beauty. Left only with the curse of the lost youth where it was once adored for. A beauty without beauty is nothing. A beauty cannot be intellectual because of the company it receives. A curse to roam the land with wolves hungry for a taste of its youth. A beauty does not meet or harbour the company of the intellectual because, the intellectual would soon be a fool when emotions gets in its way. In the end, a beauty's gift is limited with time where all glory is lost when the theives strike its place.
Strength, powerful, dangerous, an attribute to be feared. Strength draws blood and breaks bones of the weak, dominates all except the intellectual. Strength alone can shake nations, but strength is weak. Unlike beauty strength is not a reason but a toy. Strength is like a weapon, useless without a user. Strength is easy to manipulate easy to pull, he who has strength cannot have intellect for he who has intellect would not bother having strength and instead employ them.
Strength without its strength is nothing. a strong person would be worthless without his strength likewise a gun without bullets. It is not he who is strong who rules the world, if that is so, we would be governed by lions and elephants who's strength reigns on land. The distinction should not be the strong and the weak, but the intellectual and the unintellectual.
Intellect, weak, ugly, the attribute with no distinct physical personification. Those thought of to be intellectual are thought of to be weak and morbid in appearance. But it is the intellectual who are the kings of this world. Humans, weak, small, insignificant in size compared to the whales, but capable of killing them. There is no animal in this world that cannot be destroyed by a human. intellect should be the epitome of fear where by he who can think is to be feared. intellect manipulates and plays with the strong and the beautiful. Intellect is the greatest weapon in the world where by if one was not bounded by the chains of emotions one could rule the world. Sadly the intellectual are like the grey areas of a picture, dull and easily forgotten. but without the intellectual there would be no distinction, no form, no backbone. Emotions are the chains that hold and restrain the wild beast of the intellectual.
In this world, i believe perfection lies in being balanced, when one is too beautiful one would be weak and foolish, because of the praise and self exaltation, when one is too strong one would swallow in their own strength and open the doors to self destruction. When one is too intellectual, one would feel out of place and alienated from the rest because there is no one that can understand and relate to their genius. I believe that beauty lies in humanity and character, strength lies in determination and intellect in wisdom. I seek not superficial pleasure but something greater. I do not harbour shallow love for people. But would you understand the depth of my devotion? i am sincere i can show you what it means by being true, but fear compels you to reject my proposition and it cloaks your conscious and subconscious nature. it is that fear i need to eradicate, so that you may open your heart to life's blessings. You do not believe only because you fear, if everything can be achieved without hardship then nothing is worth achieving. I'm willing to fight for it but it can't be done alone. if you are willing to join my fight and strive for happiness, i believe it can be done but if you give up and try to influence your weakness, then there is no fight worth fighting for anymore.
i'm ashamed how my thoughts divulged into another hopeless romantic reasoning, i am motivated by romanticism i am a romantic. And a romantic without romance is but the moon without the illumination of the sun, just another rock.
tidal waves are crashing
earth quakes are killing
my world is falling
but i fight on because my quest for love is not finished
scorn me, laugh at me, jeer at me if you will for my purpose. I do not care, for i am me and this makes me happy. You can be an idol you can be a star, you can be popular but in this life, if you do not have happiness you do not have life. you can only live once and a life without happiness is worthless.
embrace life, i love thee
i'll fight for you my withered tree.
Monday, March 01, 2010
Slaying the dreamer
I'm a priest for the poorest sacrifice
I'm but a raft in a sea of sorrow and greed
You bathed in my wine
Drank from my cup, mocked my rhyme
Your slit tongues licked my aching wounds
Put a stake through my heart!
And drag me into sunlight
So awake for your greed
As you're slaying the dreamer
Swansong for the Wish of Night
God it hurts, give a name to the pain
Our primrose path to hell is growing weed
Blame me, it's me
Coward, a good-for-nothing scapegoat
Dumb kid, living a dream
Romantic only on paper
Tell me why you took all that was mine!
Stay as you lay - don't lead me astray!
Wake up, mow the weed
You'd be nothing without me
Take my life if you have the heart to die
You bastards tainted my tool
Raped my words, played me a fool
Gather your precious glitter and leave me be
The Great Ones are all dead
And I'm tired, too
I truly hate you all!
- Nightwish -
Saturday, January 30, 2010
i wish i could be more in your eyes, i wish i was someone else.
but since i cannot be, what then do i let go?
somethings dont change and in my heart she dwells
but i'll be nothing more than a speck of old forgotten gold
i may not understand, but im only human
i cant read your mind because im not a woman
why am i being lectured on how i should change soon
i love you for who you are and i wish you'd see me too
i dont know what to do and what to say anymore
but that aint gonna make me giveup and fall
so much can be said about stability of the mind and emotions. but its hard to keep calm and stable when something that you cherish so much in life is going to fade away from you. something forbidden yet permissible in the hand of others. nothing can light me up more than you do.
fuck my thoughts. everything is so messy. never had so many crossroads. never had to express my inner thoughts explicitly. but who gives a shit. fuck people. selfish fuckers who only care about themselves. tck, if only i could just drift away. find my own dimension of zen. i guess its time i meditate and think properly.
What i do in school
hahaha lectures are boring like fuck.