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Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Gollum like

The opposites talk and the opposites nod.
The sanity remains and the insanity disappears.
The legs work their way.
And the rot materialises.
The purpose is undefined.
And the like are not to be found.
Who are you?
Is what I heard in my head.
There is no answer.
There is absolute nonsense.
There is irrelevant gossip.
It hurts me.
It pains.
I feel like Gollum

Monday, June 29, 2009

Hollow Spaces

She calls out to me each night.
Just before I fall asleep.
I can hear her
And I know she is with me
But tonight I am alone.
It is for the best
I say to myself
As I look out the window
To the vast spaces before me
To the hordes below me
I hole myself together and pacify myself.
All shall end soon
There shall be something else to cry about each night
Do not worry that everything will be fine.
Nothing is ever ok
There is always something to new to worry about.
I am sure you know that.
You are pretty enlightened yourself.
The grass always seems green and for a reason.
Not all the dimensions are always visible.
Each is flawed.
All is flawed.
I for one am alone.
And I need a hold.
I need an anchor

Rising asleep and falling awake

Lying on my bed
Counting the hours
When shall the sun arrive?
I cry in my bed
And my pillow is wet
There is no one around
Just me and myself
Wake up to face a new night
A new day and a new cry
The dream was a dream
Nothing happened
Nothing happened I feel.
I fell asleep and my body was in pain
I saw the stars through the roof above
I saw the ground as I flew around.
My neck cracks whenever I move it.
Things have changes and things are the same.
Everybody still talks.
They still believe what they believe.
There is no solace to be found.
Just sleep
A belief of regaining strength.
To face another useless sun.
To face another useless sun.
To believe that things shall become fairer.
And I will finally fall awake.
The ground it shook.
The day that I thought I fell awake.
I cry today as I write this.
I cry today as I think of all.

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Travelling through words

Laugh away - for you are ignorant.
Smile cause you are blessed.
I do not know where the sun will rise tomorrow.
It may not be visible at times.
Sometimes I do not know where I sleep.
Sometimes I do not know where people think.
People walk and people talk.
They smile and they rejoice.
The belief is all that people possess.
There is nothing out there I know.
Talk and talk.
And one day you shall rest.
One day you will smile.
For you believe that one that it will end.
Dread that day cause that is all that you are programmed to do.
There is nothing that you are really capable of.
A belief is all you have.
The ones who let go I see flying each day.
I see them flying.
There is a known belief of knowledge.
Of success.
And I don't know how people die.
Death is a light.
A light that beckons us.
I do not care what it leads to.
It is absolute methinks.
Absolute is absolute truth.
The truth is not belief.
The words are just jumbled.
Incoherence is absolute.
Meanings are formed.
Beliefs follow.
Complacence is desired.
Death is desired.
Sleep is far away.
The road is long.
And the road is crooked.
The road is black and
All shall fade

Monday, June 15, 2009

Epic

The bricks are lined up to form a structure that supports stupidity. I find it appalling because, well, it is. I do not understand the farce of the structure. Or even all that it is supposed to stand for. I do not like people. They stand in a line. They talk to each other. They act surprised. They walk in a group - lost in their own thoughts. Pretending to love. Pretending to trust. Wielding their sticks. Ready for combat. Jumping to their destination. Jumping to their origins. Believing that there is a higher power. Believing in a greater truth.
I just dont buy it you know. I know you do not get me - you are pretty stupid yourself with your 6 eyes and your swinging arms.

Go back into the abyss. The dark beckons.
The creations they fall into the ground.
The rubble gathers as the scavengers approach.
The fight begins and the first victims are marked.
The blood is in the air.
the beauty is in the eyes.
The victorious cry foul.
And the injured lie in the dust.
To be trampled over.
But I said to them - as I stood above.
Who did win?
There was silence as they looked around.
I believed that nobody won.
I believed that they all died that day.
They cried and they screamt.
Out came the liquor to drown their miseries.
There was no light where they saw.
No ground where they stood.
No platform to count a scale.
The light shone above as the moon approached the earth.
And there descended a proud creature.
They knew not why but they knelt then.
The creature screamed and bellowed.
A melody it was.
A rainbow they saw.
The rain it fell.
They did not fight the rain.
They drowned that night.
Not a sound was heard.
Not a scream remains.
All is lost.

All shall fade.

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

The Flight

There he drifted through the green layers
Strolling away and looking at none.
I said to him - O kind sir, spare a minute for this stranger kind sir.
He looked at me in disgust and asked me
"Why should I even think of a lowly creature as you?"
I said to him, " O - I know not why kind sir . . . May be I love you because of who you are. "

"But how do you know who I am?"

" O - I know you kind sir - you are the one who strolls in these gardens every night.
You look not like any other human I always see. You move like you are free. It is a trait not well seen anywhere I must say. "

" But what's so great about that you stupid kid? "

" Well, you see - and this is the truth - I aspire to be you one day.
Nothing related to what you may have achieved.
Rather, these plain 15 minutes when you walk the grass and sit in the rain.
The time when you sit alone next to that statue.
When you mumble to yourself and remember a pleasant time.
When you smile and you gaze. "

" Wow, you have been stalking me for quite a while haven't you? "

" Yes kind sir.
It has been long. "

Monday, June 1, 2009

Run through the jungle

I see the skies through the rectangular windows.
We believe that what lies beyond is real.
But how can one believe that?
What if it is actually an advanced imaging unknown to the human race?
What if we are controlled rabbits inside a maze?
Will you ever know?
When I see the classroom writing in unison and obeying instructions,
I see a mad world.
What is insanity?
And what is detachment?
Will we ever know?
The wrong path, the right path, the left path?
I see a man yawning because he is tired of studying.
I see a pair playing catch on the green outside.
Somethings look picture perfect.
May be better than a picture.
Why do humans like relationships?
Why are humans scared of the unknown?
What is it that is worthy to be afraid of?
I shall never know.
I see the need to drive in one's own car.
I see the need for sexual pleasures.
I see a need for excellence and being distinctive.
I see a herd.
I see a need to call a bird flying in the sky, beautiful.
If you stare at the clouds long enough - you realise how vast they are.
If you look at a book of astronomy and if you believe what you see,
You feel minute.
If you believe that time is immeasurable, and that reality is a belief,
The possibilities are endless.
Decorum, cleanliness, water from a bottle, food from a plate, lights aligned correctly, house with walls, artificial temperatures, connectivity to others of our kind.
I say -- worship the Roarks and the Supertramps.
Why?
Because we will never be then.
One thing I crave right now is to fly from a skyscraper,
Another is to jump into the ocean.
Another is to get lost in a forest.
Another is to feel raw pain without the option of relieving myself of it.
Yes.
When confronted with no option.
That is when the ends of the bell curve are tested.
That is how the tails are fatter.
I grow tired of living upto your ambitions.
All I need is death.
Death and all my friends.
All I need is a bed.
A bed and warm food.
In a house of love where all that one can see is nothing.
A dark night in the company of beauty.
The sky above and mankind far away.
Thoughts far away.
Possessions far away.