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Friday, September 29, 2006
Eulogy He saw he fled he cried he bled He ran he planned he said he bid She saw she read she smiled she stared She looked she cared she bid she quit They stood they could they loved they would They turned they ran they lost they damned Monday, September 25, 2006
3 Syllables On her own All alone Braving storm Cold heart torn Sunday, September 24, 2006
For Love For what do we fight? For what do we live? For what do we spite? For what do we give? The mother fucking cycle of eternal recurrance descends once again. Why not right? EMBRACE THE MOTHER FUCKING PAIN & BANE OF LIFE. LET IT ENGULF YOU. EMBRACE THE FUCKING SHIT THAT LIFE THROWS AT YOU. Its a bird, Its a plane, NO! Its SUPERMAN. Well, fuck you. Friday, September 22, 2006
Truthful Lies Buried deep down Encrusted crown Words, lines Encoded lies Thoughts, feelings hidden From others' eyes Prying spying Reading minds Seeking meddling Finding peeking Into the abyss of Secrets lie Quiet now Hush dear You will not know So you will not fear Burning bubbling Catalysing erupting Emotions, They fly Words said Truth told No longer hidden I'm not that bold For secrets are just Lines deep down inside Kept in the heart As my truthful lies Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Why SIGH? Blame your fate Blame the stars Curse life Curse the shit Fuck yourself Fuck it all Close your eyes Close your heart Lay your head down to rest Lay your body in the chest Lock your love Lock your breast Load the gun Shoot the rest Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Birthdays  If birthday wishes do actually come true, we wouldn't be wishing year after year, would we? Anyway. Thanks to all those who wished me. And to those who didn't HARHAR. Its okay. I'm not a big fan of birthdays anyway... Sunday, September 17, 2006
O Futile World! “There are four questions of value in life... What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for, and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same. Only love.” -Don Juan Demarco "The love that lasts the longest is the love that is never returned." -William Somerset Maugham  Love is idealistic and perfect. Mans never going to be able to understand or experience it. NEVER. O Futile World! Sunday, September 10, 2006
You Never Truly Existed You are a little soul carrying around a corpse – Epictetus We were made to die, and die we will.  Man's only purpose on this world is for him to await the end of his life. In the midst of coming to his finale, he suffers the pain of love, betrayal, loss and death. The irony of living life to the fullest lies in every breath we take.In this short span of 100 years, we are created, worn down and eventually declared dead. Not long after this passing, we'll be forgotten. Herein lies the question that man has asked ever since the beginning. What then is the purpose of our existence? If we were born to die, and death were to mark the cessation of our existence, wouldn’t our life be completely futile? Some believe that our lives are predetermined. To a large extend, it holds true. For example, we can’t choose which household we’re born into can we? Some are born with silver spoons stuck in all orifices while others are not even left with a chip off the old disposable plastic spoon. And as much as we do want to believe that money doesn’t make the world go round, it does. Hence, how can the son of a rich tycoon be compared to that of a beggar’s on the street? The opportunities given and presented are just different and nothing can and nothing will change this given scenario. Hence, many just blame their ill fate and non-existent stars. The paradox about material wealth lies in man’s comparisons of riches. There will never come a point when an individual would say ‘I’m rich enough. I don’t need anymore money.’ The poor envy the rich and the rich envy their counterparts. On the contrary, emotional wealth is much simpler (yet in many cases more difficult for the masses) to attain. To bask in such pleasure would mean knowing what true happiness is. As hedonistic as man is, he has the innate power to control the amount of happiness and pleasure he needs in his life. The key to it all is contentment. For instance, a poor man can be satisfied with a simple meal of bread and water. However, if one were to offer this to the rich, this simple fanfare would be regarded as an act of insolence. So why the different response? It is in man’s nature to compare what he has to others who have better. However, in the case of the poor man, he has found true happiness by comparing what he had to what he may not have gotten in the first place. When one is able to count his blessings and not gripe about what he lacks, he has taken the first step into contentment. More often than not, man complains when he is most troubled. Rarely do we see the happy complain. It is when his life is in the pits that he begins to question the cosmos about his existence. He begins to believe that it would have been better to have not been born at all than have to suffer on earth. His question on existence sparks off a fierce debate within himself. By now, the link between happiness and existence should be relatively clear. When one is happy, his existence does not pose much bearing on himself, however, when he is down and out, his existence matters more than ever. So, think about it. If we were all happy (and I mean be truly happy, not take soma and screw around) our existence would be justified and thus not questioned. This is where man’s answer to his existence lies; it lies in the intangible contentment that the heart and soul provide, not the wealth of the rich. In all, our existence is justified by our happiness. So if you want to know why you were made, be content. But this can never occur because we are all irrational and stubborn. As such, we’ll never be happy; and because we’re never happy, we never truly existed. |
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