Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Bang Bang (Open Wound)

Close the door
Shut my eyes
They'll never hear my lonesome cries.

In the wake
Of sorrow flows
The agony of those who chose.

Don't you dare
Perpetuate
This tirade with your endless hate.

I've had enough
Of your lies,
So shut your eyes.

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

"[This] situation may be expressed by an image: science without religion is lame, religion without science is blind."

- Albert Einstein

Monday, February 25, 2008

“Not only is songwriting a bitch, but then it goes and has puppies.”

- Steven Tyler

Friday, February 22, 2008

Friends, Quiet in the Corner

I dreamt of a land
That flowed sky to sea
With other dreamers
Just like me.

We slid through channels
Plotting cautious course
Eyes full of chaos
And remorse.

What silence we shared
Quietude given
To one another
Eternal.

Some fools want only words
But the quiescent are fulfilled in one another
For noise does naught for none.

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

A Fantastic Reason to Bugger Off

It downright
Pisses me off!

That I can laugh
At the ignorant
In a throng
Of intellectuals
But a single word can put me on their level.

Who dares presume to know me?

Only the most foolish
Know before
They learn
Before
They experience
Before
They believe.

For from belief comes all things.

Monday, February 18, 2008

Caiphus: Logic is the epitome of humanity’s intellectual ability.

Moralam: That is incorrect. That which you refer to is faith.

Caiphus: This is impossible – logic and faith are polar opposites!

Moralam: Again, you are incorrect. Without faith, logic would not exist.

Caiphus: You will have to go to great lengths to convince me of the accuracy of this foolish statement.

Moralam: Reason is based off of an inherent faith in both the absoluteness of logic and the supremacy thereof; therefore, faith is the basis of logic.

Caiphus: But by your own reasoning your argument, and therefore your conclusion, could be flawed!

Moralam: This is the paradox of human existence. Nevertheless, I have faith in mankind.

Friday, February 15, 2008

“Every time an earth mother smiles over the birth of a child, a spirit mother weeps over the loss of a child.”

- Ashanti proverb

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

"Millions long for immortality who don't know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon."

- Susan Ertz, Anger in the Sky

Monday, February 11, 2008

Obeu

Yeah I'm a man.
Call me a chauvinist,
But I don't think it's wrong
To take the passenger seat
And my feet
Can't find a place
But I'm carefully watching your face.

Well maybe it’s wrong to feel weak
So I try not to let my emotions leak
But it’s been so long since I’ve cried
That sometimes I wonder . . .

So how can I expect you to love me now?
How can I expect you . . .
With offhanded smile
And casual assurances
To accept my façade?

Do you think I don't notice?
I can’t stand it when you look away
Because I’m not the reason you stay
I’m just another loser friend
A testament to your
Dead-end life.

You’ll never realize how close we came
To making it, to winning this game
Because you're too wrapped up
In the perfect body, perfect smile, perfect life,
To tear your way out.

I don't doubt.

Sunday, February 10, 2008

Emotional Control or Confusion

Okay.

If I see you and we talk, but I go away feeling disheartened because our conversation isn’t quite what I expected, who is in the wrong? Are my standards too high? Are my parameters too narrow? Perhaps my preconceptions aren’t as perceptive as they are pricey. Maybe the cost of fitting into my mold is uniqueness in any form other than the brand that I’ve created.

Here’s a better question: how do I relax? How do I convince myself that this life is but a dream when its concerns shine with a patina of importance? It’s a lot harder to think rationally when your stomach is all tied up in knots, or when your heart is palpitating, or when your every sense is trained on one thing around all which all else revolves. At what point will I become capable of feeling at ease in my ignorance?

When the most basic tenets of your ego’s dogma fold in on themselves as stubborn petals and refuse to show their true colors, what do you rely on? If not others, for others are as fickle as you, then who? What is the consistency of life? Where does ultimate truth lie? I long for an idea that possesses such gravity that I am, willing or not, drawn into its orbit.

Saturday, February 09, 2008

Must the initial implementation always be awkward?

Tuesday, February 05, 2008

Freedom Asphyxia

Where would you go
If the earth and your feet
At your command only would meet
And struggle,
One with another
Like sister and brother?

And when would you wake
If your smile was fake
When your loves were at stake
And easy to break?

Would you fall on your knees
And beg from your friends
The mercy to bring
My debt to an end?

For in your malodorous monologue
Every breath is death
In the form of
Freedom asphyxia.

Monday, February 04, 2008

D347|-|

Part I: Violent End
The inevitable closure of an ongoing process - this is the cruelty of death. Even the most wretched of lives may fail to embrace death. Why? Because they still believe that life is hope. How foolish to think that one moment could forever alter their presence on this earth.

Part II: Awkward Change
The absence of life is the nature of death. Who among us does not forget that absence and believe in the presence of the dead? Even if only for a moment, we are prone to forgetfulness, especially in regard to those to whom we were close. This is the real power of death: that it can deceive us into believing in life.

Part III: Artistic Device
Death makes us think. What we think is really irrelevant to the nature of our introspection. Whether we chuckle or weep, we have reacted; thus, our pondering has led to some conclusion.

Part IV: Idea
Death represents ____.

Sunday, February 03, 2008

Never What?

I looked to the sky
For signs of the weather

And saw that today
I wouldn't have it together

And maybe you won't
Be with me forever

But does that really mean,
That we should never?

Friday, February 01, 2008

Pleasure is naught but the meaningless excess of enterprise.