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Thursday, October 29, 2009
When The Cold Wind Blows. It reads 2:40am on the clock. 0240hrs. 20 minutes before 3 in the morning. 40 minutes after 2 in the morning. Time is told in so many ways, it's a wonder that man never gets confused with 'it'. The weather is chilly. No, it isn't pouring. It isn't even drizzling. But it just is cold. Chilly to be exact. The temperature, rather, lack thereof sends a chill down the spine. You'd think that switching off the fan or donning a sweater would help. But this cold, isn't a cold that can penetrate the skin. It's a cold that's emitted from what we scientifically call, cellular membrane. It comes from within. No, you won't experience frostbite at your extremities. You experience it within your body. You heart seems to have been set in water that's slowly freezing to ice. Each beat is slower than the other, and it worries you. It's probably just mental - that's what we all want to think when we feel sick. Bodily aliments aren't really physical but psychological, you want to believe that; you will believe that. It's a fine line between a real illness and one that's just concocted and executed in the mind. You really can't tell what it is now. Cold, just so cold. A hot cup of tea? Maybe milo or coffee. But no it doesn't help. It never does help with inward chills. Maybe a stick? If one won't work magic, two just might. But no, the glowing ember still proves futile. Hiding under the sheets? Pulling it right up to your neck, just below your chin. You're supposed to feel warm. Well, not warm per se; but warmer for sure? You just don't. And you're starting to feel as though your life and soul are slipping away from you. You want to panic. You want to cry for help. But it's a sense of futility that tells you not to. No one can save you now. No drug can. And so your body finally gives in to the chills. Your eyelids fall shut. Your breathing deepens. There's nothing else you can do. It's all in the stars, beyond you as all things are. On nights as such, only love can work the miracle you want, crave and wish for. Wednesday, October 14, 2009
A Priceless Game. When there's too much to be lost, You don't think of winning, You only fear losing. Tuesday, October 13, 2009
The Exorcism of Demons within. In the Name of the Agape and of the Philia and of the Eros, Love. Let Love arise and let its obstacles be scattered: and let them that hinder it flee from before its presence! As smoke vanisheth, so let them vanish away: as wax melteth before the fire, so let the troubles perish at the Presence of Love. Judge Thou, O' Love, them that hinder me: overthrow them that prevent me. Let these insecurities be confounded and ashamed as they make me doubt thee. Let them be turned back and be confounded that devise thoughts and worries against thee. Let them become as dust before the wind: and let the power of Love straighten them. Vanquish the way of their thoughts and presence: and let the power of Love protect we from all assaults. For without cause they have blinded and clouded sane judgement and trust: without cause they have upbraided my heart for thee. In the Name of the Agape and of the Philia and of the Eros, Love. |
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