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This visitor is not welcome

2007-04-05T05:13:00.000+05:00

If death brings happiness
Then i welcome it with open arms.
And if life makes you feel bad
Then i'll die for you.
Just give the word and these veins are cut
These tortured thoughts.
This dispelled soul.
I feel the serum seeping in as each day passes me by.
Knawing at the ankles of my sanity,
The poison flows more rapidly.
A rising gray fog decieves the mind,
And my eyes adjust to the abrubt change of scenery.
I recover, but the endless quaralling inside my head continues.
"Kill yourself, if not for you, do it for them, they'll miss you so."
This is what has been spoken.
But this visitor is not welcome.
Gratitude fills my heart,
For i've finally got the answer.
The voices in my head die tonight.

My Suicide Note

2007-04-04T20:32:00.000+05:00

I don't really know why I'm writing this, nothings gonna change anyway. Have you ever been ready to give up? Just say fuck you and walk away? I'm there. I can't figure anything out. I'm watching time slip away. nothing matters. I feel empty. I can't numb my pain. Yet still, I can't figure out what is exactly wrong. I think I'm worthless. A failure. Constantly letting everyone down. Nothing for anyone to be proud of. Lonely. But, then again, whose fault is it? Mine. Why do I bother. Fuck it.

My suicide note

I don't know why I'm hurt,
feeling so insecure

These feelings consume me,
Alone inside my head

Feeling no love from you,
Seeing only your mistrust

"It's time to grow up,
stop being so uselezz"

The advice makes me sick,
Your words are so vague

I'm givin up now

I'm sayin goodbye

Understand what you see

Believe what you've read

This is what I've wrote

It's my suicide note

I wish I could protect you,
Save you from this cruel world

They pushed me to the edge,
stole my fuckin life away

I'm sorry I have to go,
Please remember this

None of this is your fault,
Your the innocent one

My blood is on they're hands,
I'll love you always

I'm givin up now

I'm sayin goodbye

Know now what you've seen

Believe what you've read

This is my life

It's what I have wrote

I'm sorry for this

Yes, it's my suicide note

This is not a real suicide note. It's a song I wrote bummed out one day.. Tell me what you think

Ideally Imperfect

2007-04-01T11:15:00.000+05:00

What were we taught?
Think about what we know.
It was all created by us,
Language and society.
All of it is conceptualized by us.

A baby is born into the world
We nourish, teach and love
We raise it, as we were raised
Sometimes different,
But most with good intentions

Sometimes along the way
A path is crossed
A child ventures the wrong direction
That child in the future misguided,
Misguides another
This cycle, vicious as is
Is Life

It takes One to eat from the forbidden fruit
It takes One to lead the wrong life
It takes One to teach the wrong message
It takes One to corrupt a beautiful mind

But alas, all is not lost.
The soul is pure,
The vessel is tainted
To live and learn the lessons of this Life

We teach based on word of mouth
We teach based on basic principles
We want to achieve good

Point being
We know what we were taught
We accept what was given
We trust what has been spoken

What if we question life?
What if we change one part of our existence
What if we train society to be less of what it knows
End the vicious cycle of want and unnecessary needs
Begin a new existence
Utopian Visionary
Ideally imperfect
Life

Name Tattoos - 1

2007-03-31T15:30:00.000+05:00

Love Letter

2007-03-27T22:42:00.000+05:00

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION

Names, characters, places, and incidents are either a product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Dear Loabz,

Today would make day 41 of our break up and day 19 since the last time I heard your voice. This is one of the hardest things I have ever had to go through. I was never happier with any person in any relationship than I was with you when we were a couple. When things got bad they went bad quickly. I won't point the finger because we both had our faults. I know what mine are and were as I'm sure you know yours.

I miss what we had and hope this it is not forever lost. I sometimes sit in my bed at night and even in the morning and wonder what you are doing. I think to myself: has she thought of me? Does she still care what I am or am not doing? Did she ever? Is she dating again? Does she still long for me like I long for her? Would she be receptive to hearing my voice? Would she care that I still love her more than I have ever loved another? These are just a few of the questions that play on my mental records every single minute of every single day.

The situation that occurred at your place on the 6th; I must admit, I did initially believe you were somehow involved. There are just too many things that pointed in your direction. However, on the next day when YOU CALLED ME, not when I talked to you in the morning…I KNEW YOUR HANDS WERE CLEAN! I FELT IT! That is what prompted my call on the 9th. I wanted you to rest easy knowing that you were no longer involved.

Speaking of the 9th…there are a few things I would like to clear up about that day too. I am so sorry for being so stern and heartless with you. You sort of had the same attitude toward me, but I guess we both had to remove our emotion and feelings from the situation. The fact of the matter is that I know you would never do anything to hurt me purposely and I said those things out of fear, anger, hurt, disgust, but not with you, with the situation. I wish I had the patience to go into detail but I don't want to relive that again if I don't have to.

As far as how my family feels about you: They all still love you the same as before. They ask about you and wonder if we have reconciled and have told me that they miss seeing us together. I have been told by several people that I never looked happier than when I was with you. I know it's the truth, because I was never happier than I was during our time together.

I want to talk to you. I want to see you! I want to work things out. I know we still have a chance. I know how I feel. I know how you once felt. I remember all the promises we exchanged and I know you meant everything you said, I did as well. The only problem is...is 41 days enough time apart to change? We never really had any extreme problems. Just small things that we made much more than they really were.

When things started to go badly is when I started feeling second in your life. It wasn't always that way with you and I. At one point I felt like nothing was more important than what you and I shared. Then...all of a sudden...I started getting these horrible feelings that you were seeing other people. When I attempted to talk to you about it, you shut down…only perpetuating my beliefs. I thought we could and would recover but, things got progressively worse. So bad that we wouldn't speak for days on end or would sit on the phone in total silence and, worst of all, we would see each other for 1 day every 2 weeks. That wasn't much of a relationship.

I feel like you gave up on me…like all of a sudden I was not good enough for you. I was all about the compromise. I would bend and stretch as far as I could to try to compensate for you. I don't feel like you did that for me toward the end. I feel like you were so comfortable with how things were that you felt like there was no reason for change. There is always a need for change. HAVE YOU CHANGED ANY in the last 41 days? Did I in any way effect or affect your life and the way you have decided to live it?

I was once presented with a question of "What did I like about my relationship with you?"

At the time, I couldn't answer it. I have the answer now. What I liked about our relationship was the ONE thing that every relationship needs...BALANCE. You were my balance. Just to see your face would make everything better for me, even if only for a moment. When I saw you…when I looked into your eyes, I was happy. You were yin to my yang. You made me feel complete. I have never dated anyone that made me feel complete.

I know that there is more that I want to say yet I feel as if I had said all I should and NEEDED to. My thoughts are running away from me faster than I can type at this point so that's normally my cue to stop.

Final note: One day, during an argument, I sent you words that explained to you that you meant the world to me. That still holds true in my mind right now today, yesterday, and only God know how many tomorrows. I don't know what you're thinking or feeling about me or our past situation however, I want what happened to stay right where it is; in the past. I would like to meet, have a dinner out somewhere and talk things over. I don't want to make any decisions on the future based on that night. I would just like to see how things go. I would love to have your feedback; if you feel up to it. Send me or give me....something.

I Love You Forever and A Day!

Poem

Missing You

There's an emptiness in my heart.

A feeling that I won't deny!

How I miss so deeply in my soul,

Having you here by my side.

I find it hard to carry on,

With thoughts of you clouding my mind.

I thought our love was meant to be

And it would stand the test of time.

I can't even fathom how I can go on living without you buttercup!

And I choose not to imagine life without you as my baby now and I…

I want to know

Where did I go wrong?

What did I do or not say?

I need to know

If I will have you back in my life one day soon?

I got to know

Is there something I could do

To get me back with you?

I need to know

'Cause loabz...I'm missing you!

Loss

2007-03-24T16:32:00.000+05:00

A tear falls
Time crawls

Memories pass
Emptiness lasts

Shadows grow
Sadness shows

My loss profound
My soul unfound

Who cares?

2007-03-24T16:21:00.000+05:00

I am an opimist that has hit a wall. Something inside me has switched off. The hole in my heart has stretched to my stomach and is enveloping my soul. Not too long ago I suffered a great loss. All my friends and family at my side. Now time has past and just like time so has everything else. Who cares what is left after the fact. Is there a proper mourning period? Are we supposed to feel different after a day, a week, a month, or even a year? Do we ever regain the same state of being?
Who cares…to be truthful, we can only focus on someone else for a short period of time, then it is back to the ordinary.

Cat Diary

2007-03-24T14:54:00.000+05:00

Lol...this was just too funny not to post...dont ever underestimate a cat...:p

Cat Diary

Day 983 of my captivity.

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.

They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed
hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet.
I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly
demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made
condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Bastards!

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was
placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I
could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement
was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how
to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my
tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this
again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches.
The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird has
got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe.
For now...

PS: I lurrv cats...they are awesome...and cute too

Wandering Soul

2007-03-20T07:18:00.000+05:00

In the beginning I sink
Deep down into an abyss
A feeling…
I feel incomplete
As if pieces are missing from my soul
Panicking I feel holes in my heart

All I ever needed
I misplaced along the way
As I backtrack
I miss the path

Further and further I go
I can not find my heart
I can not find my soul

I scream, scream, scream
My screams are muted
Muted by a place that is beyond sound

Movement in the distance I see
I run, run, run
My legs moving as fast as permitted
In this place there are no rules

I see over the hills
Pieces of my soul are there
The holes from my heart

But the darkness produces shadows
I want to see clear figures in the sun
I want to dance with the shadows of the moon
Simultaneous and Impossible
I need to complete my soul

Every moment of my dream recaps
In a world where there are no boundaries
In a moment that spans a lifetime
I understand

My dream culminates with a solution
Just in time for the journey back to my slumbering body
My soul weary
Solace found in my souls completion

Words

2007-03-14T17:23:00.000+05:00

I love words.
The meanings, elaborate combinations of letters that can hold so much.
There are so many words that make smile.
So many words that make me cry.
So many words that piss me off.
And so many words that leave me in awe.

Language has so much potential.
If words are formulated in the right equation it could mean the difference between

Right & Wrong
Good & Bad
Night & Day
Life & Death

Who knows the power of vocabulary?

Words can bring in the new light this world needs. Happiness is in the mind of the beholder, ready to be spread through the language of the world.

Here are some words that mean something to me.
Good and bad…they make me feel.

Believe…Life…Happiness…
Live…Empty…Pain
Knowledge…Possibility…Reality
Passion…Guilt…Empathy
Shame…Genocide…Selfish
Thoughts…Silence…Empyrean
God…Heaven…Ignorance
Murder…Suicide…
Why…Unknown…Consciousness
Cause…Theosophy…
Weltschmerz…Pantheism
Synchronicity…Truth
Communication…Evil
Angels…Infinity…Theodicy

I could go on…

Why

2007-03-09T15:19:00.000+05:00

Understanding life is one thing, asking questions and expecting answers is another. We can assume all we want that there is a purpose, a meaning and an answer. I believe there is, but why?

Why?

That is the question. Why is there Life? The meaning to the purpose to the question. Why is there Life? I don’t want science to tell me of the randomness, the probabilities, the unique and unlikely circumstance of it happening. I want to know why.

Here is a thought. Is the answer to big? Or the thought too small? Can we fathom the question, or understand the meaning? Or are we simply answering ourselves? Questions keep spinning until…we stop asking. Our minds not equipped for the infinity of the question. It keeps going, infinitely circling in our minds, until we forgot what we asked.

Why?

Such a small word, such a large possibility.

Depth

2007-03-08T04:50:00.000+05:00

Who would want to live a life without sadness? The ability to feel pain is what makes us alive.
Pity falls on one who can not feel sorrow, for without that depth of pain, one can not attain the height of happiness.

Time is a Thief

2007-03-07T02:22:00.000+05:00

Ever conceptualize time? Not mathematical, or scientific, just time. We are given so little, and then when we realize what we have…it is gone. We live our lives not alive. We try to make something out of nothing that matters. Our careers, money, power…What are we doing?

Is this life? Is this living? Do we not need fulfillment? Do these things fulfill?
Time is funny. We blink and then we are 25. Blink again 45. Is time a thief?

One could assume so, blame time for our wasted lives. Wasted opportunities. Why not blame ourselves. We could look back on the past, what we know of it. We could see that humans have been around for thousands of years. Life has been present for millions of years. And we are given 80(if we are lucky)years. That is a blink. If not a blink, a thought of a blink. If that.

We blame and not accept responsibility for our lives. We make and create what is apparent. We live and want what does not matter. We breathe and take for granted the air. We are not seeing the possibilities. We wait for something bigger to come along. We don’t say what we need to say,because we think, we think we have another day. We think we have it coming to us. Then what? We awake and we are 65. What have you then? Waste, such a shame.

Is time a thief? I think it is we who steal from time. We take and take…waste and waste. And want more, blaming time for taking the things we want most away. In that sense. It is you and I who are the thieves. Time should not be blamed anymore. Let it be. We need start living. Taking in what has been given to us…For no matter how long we have, we have it and so many don’t.

Life, Love and Happiness

2007-03-03T05:03:00.000+05:00

What of life, love and happiness? What of dreams.
What is a dream?
Dream/ 1: a series of thoughts, images or emotions occurring during sleep 2: a dreamlike vision 3: something noted for its beauty, excellence, or enjoyable quality 4: ideal
Dream/ 1: to have a dream of 2: to indulge in daydreams or fantasies 3: imagine

During night or day, during sleep or relaxation, we drift… sometimes we see another world where our lives are different…sometimes we see our lives perfect…or simply we dream. We dream of ideal circumstances… believing in all, and all believing in us as if everything we believe doesn’t exist at all.
They say we need our dreams, that short time when we slip into unconsciousness, we need that time to take hold of our emotions and funnel them into the belief that there is something else that exists.
The truth of the matter is we dream, we visualize and conceptualize life, circumstances upon circumstances which in most cases makes little to no sense at all. Yet, we are told to, “read into our dreams”, “interpret and analyze” the hell out of them, until we see an elephant as an admission of guilt for hating our mothers, or something as ridiculous as that. Dreams are an escape, or a gateway to that life which we seek. Dreams enable us to be that hero we naturally are not, to fly which naturally we can not do, or to be as we would never be. I live for my dreams; they are my gateway to heaven.

A dream so full of passion…unconventional passion.

Passion/ 2: strong feeling; also Pl: the emotions are distinguished from reason 3: RAGE, ANGER 4: LOVE; also; an object of affection or enthusiasm 5: sexual desire- passionate.

Where else would a word hold such a large variety of meaning? One definition would capture the huge scope of human plight and want all at once. Passion is what we seek for fulfillment in life, whether it is passion for what we do and create or passion for what we are and who we love.

This dream is simple, I wish to feel passion for love, passion for life, I want to know of love as in the stories, I want to meet the girl of my dreams, simply because we all need love. We all need to feel. We are given such a short time, before the sun sets on our horizon we need to reach for more, forget about loss and capture what there is to gain.

I believe in love,
What is love?
Love 1: strong affection 2: warm attachment 3: an attraction based on sexual desire 4: a beloved person
Love 1: CHERISH 2: to feel passion, devotion, or tenderness for 3: CARESS 4: to take pleasure in

Simple enough, defined in fewer than twenty words LOVE… what we all want.

The types of love we seek daily, love from…parents, lovers, classmates, friends, and even strangers.

See, we seek love everyday, we need to be felt for the way we feel for others. Even the most cold hearted will feel love for something, crudely put, an example being money if nothing else.

Sometimes you need to see the truth in order to move forward. This is simple. I believed that there was no love out there, only what you read about or saw in the movies. In the past it seemed that there was a possibility for love, chivalry and romance. In today’s society there is only desire for sex and emptiness in romance. If love songs and movies are for the dreamers and do not exist out of the scope of these fictional things, then answer why we listen or why we watch or why everyday we hope.

I had a dream about true love, my soul mate with whom I will never be with aside from in my dreams, and a person whom I believe exists. I believe that there can be love, love in life between lovers and friends, and I believe that you can be with someone other than your soul mate, simply because of fate. You can still love and achieve happiness with this love, but there does exist another, it is simply impossible to believe that there is not a perfectly compatible soul for each and everyone out there.

Questions to God

2007-03-01T03:57:00.000+05:00

If you were to have a conversation with God, what would you say, what would He say?
Here is a list of questions worth addressing.

Q 1 Why are people so different and yet so the same? Of all the wants in the world I would say what people desire most would be love, affection, and a meaningful purpose.
On the other hand there are some that don’t want those complex emotions; there are some that simply want food, shelter and health.

Q 2 Why is it that those things are not granted to all? Why are some people (myself included) philosophizing about God and meaning, when there are so many dying before our eyes every minute?
And with that in mind, while people are suffering, there are those who dedicate their lives to helping, why aren’t more people opening there eyes to the world?

Q 3 Why are there people who do not recognize others as themselves? I believe that most people today do not see themselves in others; they do not recognize the same features that link all of us into one species, and one race. Who are they to dispute genetics, science or a simple thing called life? It is so disturbing to know that we are all made up of basically the same materials, we are all breathing practically the same air, and yet we do not think enough to share the same mind, body or soul.

Q 4 Why then is there Hate? If we share all these wonderful gifts, why then do we not see past the physical differences? Why can we not accept different beliefs. They say hate arises from the deepest part of our subconscious, so is that to say that there is no cure for hate, or is it to state that hate is the alter ego to love. If we were to ultimately eradicate hate, would that in turn kill love? Would it be worth it?

Q 5 Why Religion? Why Faith? Why would God allow all this in His name?

Where are we going?

2007-02-27T10:12:00.000+05:00

Somewhere in our subconscious we all know where we are going. We understand life and know what we are doing, it is not as mysterious as it seems. We are one and are on the same path of life. You read my words and I try to read your thoughts. Do my words have meaning? Am I reaching the imaginary with my words? I am trying to reach your path, because ultimately you stumbled across mine.

I will look back and say thank you to all the people that crossed my path, because they are the reason for my choices, and my life. Think of yours, the roadblocks, those difficult decisions that you thought you couldn’t get through. The nightmarish situations, the horrid circumstances. Wanting to give up, throw it all away, and yet you held on…
This is why you are where you are. This is why you are who you are.

I picture things and am clear in my vision. We will learn the truth one day. The picture will fall into focus. The clarity felt seldom will overtake the doubt.
Who knows, except the force that is guiding us. That presence that is with us.

When I wake in the morning, exhausted and ready to fall apart, that presence makes me go and keeps building.
We all have that force, some of us ignore it and stop, because they are scared. I am not scared however, I KNOW THAT I WILL WIN. I know because if this is a situation of win or be conquered by circumstance, the answer is simple, I have to win. And so then, so do you, you and I. We are one. We are on the same journey.

In Simplest Terms…

2007-02-24T19:36:00.000+05:00

In simplest terms…

Life n. 1. Capacity for growth, functional activity, and continual change until death. 2. Living things 3. A period during which life lasts 4. A state of existence as an individual 5. Individual’s actions or fortunes
As we know it…

Change n. 1. Making or becoming different 3. New experience or variety 4. Substitute for one thing for another (change of scene)
As we’ll have it…

Chaos n. 1. utter confusion
As it truly is…

Existence n. 1. fact or condition of being or existing
As it very well may be…

Exist n. 1. have a place in objective reality 2. occur; be found 3. Continue in being; live
As we do what we must…

Reality n. 1. What exists or is real or underlies appearances
As we try to understand…

Life as we know it is an amazingly beautiful chain of events. Those who can grasp its potential are especially fortunate. For most people will live without question and without wonder and accept the simplest terms without hesitation and want. But those who want are more than most; they accept and encourage the road ahead, and with open arms welcome change.
Change is an important part of our existence. Over the centuries and our lives we have evolved as people and have welcomed the coming knowledge each day brings. Changes we face day to day offers guidance. Guidance is offered without our requesting it, and although sometimes we feel as though there is no purpose to the chaos, we find its beauty buried within ourselves.

As we awake everyday and face each hour without certainty of what will be, we make certain choices and accept certain things as they are. For those things are what life is, they are larger than you and me and are essential. Life, is larger than the individual, it is huge and yet it is so small as to connect each and every one of us on the most basic level.

Life as we know it, change as we’ll have it
Chaos as it truly is, Existence as it very well may be
Exist as we do what we must, reality as we try to understand

Grant Serenity

2007-02-19T06:44:00.000+05:00

I get so scared
I doubt what is real

I don’t want to see pain and waste
Moments of loss

Until this emptiness leaves me
I try to dismiss the pain

Then all I know returns
From within, without my mind

I believe in fantasy
I see truths that can not be

I reach out from my soul
I see my world as whole

I wish for things that can not be
I am a dreamer

I dream for a beautiful life
Love

I wish for greatness
I wish for strength

I wish for my dreamland
Heaven

I wish to see the light
I want to read from the book of my life

I want to believe in people again
As a child believes

Ignorance or innocence
This is my dream

A smile

2007-02-13T07:28:00.000+05:00

A true smile
A gentle flex of the fragile muscles surrounding the mouth.
Are we too busy to notice? Have you ever shared a smile? Try it, try to share, spread a good feeling between strangers. We are all strangers, we all need to feel. Let me feel your smile.
Sometimes I am amazed at the way we treat each other. Mostly too busy to notice the tears. Mostly occupied with life’s trivialities. Take a minute. Lend a hand. Share a smile. Hold a door for a stranger. Live in the same time with the rest of the world. We must do little things, not only for personal gratification, but for the world. Share yourself. Don’t be scared.

Is there life in a smile? What do you think?

Disguise

2007-02-05T09:05:00.000+05:00

You see beauty?
Can you see in?

We wear beautiful masks
Exhausting tasks
Question the purpose?

To hide negative emotion
To conceal deep feelings
Repress sadness and anger

Why must these be disguised?
What is wrong with these
Life is based upon complexity
As are our emotions

To feel shame of sadness
Is to feel shame of being alive
We were granted the right to feel
The amount of sadness felt
Leaves the possibility for reciprocated happiness

Judgment

2007-01-26T04:55:00.000+05:00

Who are you to judge me? Do I live up to society? Do I live up to your standards?
Do you know me? When you see me, do you assume to know how I think? If you look at me and judge, shame on you. Shame on all who assume to know how it is to live in another life. We all pass judgement. We all assume to know.

I wonder…
Who is to say what normal is?
To me, normal is a person who thinks about others and displays generosity and empathy towards them. Is free to live the way they chose. Who believes in God and Life as beauty. Someone who does not let society dictate how they feel. Normal to me is quiet, loving and willing to learn, open minded and simple. Has morals and is not afraid of Life. Idealistic yes, but of course.
I say that is normal…but that is me. How can I pass judgement on people when I do not let them pass judgement on me?

I am sure that we all think about others as being different, there is no such thing as uniformity in people and thoughts. That is what makes life wonderful, we can spend eternity learning from one another. Why spend that time passing judgments that are created by a society who shows no mercy…We are trapped by our “ideals”. The lust and envy our society has filtered in our minds.

Why do people judge? Are we God? Only He can judge. How would you feel to have your inadequacies brought forth for others to ridicule? Do you not suffer the shame of unaccomplished dreams on some level? How does that feel? Now amplify that feeling towards all who are different. We share the same feelings, cry the same tears and breath the same air of relief at the days end for the day is over. I believe no one can be content in their lives…there is always the desire for something more…

To desire something more is natural. Life is so much more. Do not pass judgments on those who are different. We are all connected by a common thread. We are all connected on so many more levels than we can imagine. Do not judge others until you can accept judgment upon yourself...

Ask of me

2007-01-23T07:03:00.000+05:00

Emotions new
Memory due
I ask of you

Talk to me
Walk with me
Share with me
Be with me

You ask of me

Love me
Want me
Hold me
Flaunt me

Now you want
Then you taunt

You see
You agree
You think
You haunt me?
No
I haunt thee

Weep for yourselves

2007-01-20T02:31:00.000+05:00

“One cannot weep for the entire world. It is beyond human strength. One must chose” -Jean Anouilh

When we wake and the dawn brings us our thoughts anew, what have we to do? A new day to bring a new way. Each day marks the possibility for greatness. And what do we do with it? Forget as people have done for years. We chose our battles, attribute our strengths and transcend our failures onto the next generation. When will this stop, the endless cycle of ignorance and contention?

Is it true we must chose? The pureness of the innocent who know not what the world has become. The misled who follow under false pretense the chosen path of few wise men? Who can we weep for? Ourselves perhaps? The cycle continues…nothing resolved…nothing achieved…the beginning at hand…the end perhaps. Do we all recognize man kind for its faults? Or do we see perfection in a mirage? We need to disturb our eyes, and suffer the Earth. Feel the Earth… “Do not weep for the entire world…weep for yourselves, for the cure is hidden and it takes but one to see and the rest to believe”

Believe
Believe
Believe

You will see

2007-01-09T10:16:00.000+05:00

What have we done to the world
What have we done to each other

We have damaged
And broken one another

We feel the pain
We feel the woe

When will we understand
When will we accept

Something to be done
Not sure how to start

Pain we can endure
We are meant to face

Like it is meant to be
Like it is said to be
We must begin to see

Build through the damage
Rummage through the waste

We can make it
Things could get better
We could be better

All this endless hate
All this wasted energy

Imagine what it would be
If we made it be

Imagine what it could be
If we make it be

We need to achieve
We need to accomplish one thing
Unlike anything we have ever done
We need to make it be
What is it?
You will see…

Love

2006-11-30T03:02:00.000+05:00

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Love. Does true love exist?

Does true love exist as depicted in countless stories, or innumerable actions or infinite works of art?

When the emotions that come forth under the perfect circumstances make you feel more alive than before, is that not a sign?

The perfect words, the perfect setting as if an uncontrollable force that is driving for true happiness and love is alive.

Alive and well.

Almost chaos.

That is love.

If the emptiness felt when I read these words or imagine the setting is a glimpse into the unlikelihood of it happening, and the reality that happiness like that can never come forth, then what reason is there to hope for true love?

Truth be told,

deep down in the pain,

there has always been hope,

it comes with the soul.

If hope comes with the soul,

embedded within,

how is it possible to feel that much pain and want?

The want for nothing other than the perfect love.

For the soul can have only one perfect love,

and that perfect love is unattainable.

Or is it?

Welcome to the Gothikel Blog

2006-11-07T20:37:00.000+05:00

Welcome to my mind…my visions…my soul. As we beging on our Journey towards achievement. As we travel together, if I only touch one soul, my journey would be a success.Let us begin.