illusions
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
breathing...
trying to be....
i am worse than any being in this world...
having been giving so much free time...
and not having a single drop of worth......
meaningless existence...
what's the use?
trying to be....
i am worse than any being in this world...
having been giving so much free time...
and not having a single drop of worth......
meaningless existence...
what's the use?
Friday, March 24, 2006
Fleeting through each day...
as time does not exist.....
drinking to much of sweet nectar....
eating to much ambrosia...
sucking to the bone....
so many unworthy pleasures...
what could be its price?
Monday, March 13, 2006
there are somethings that could be or just is
so it often makes me wonder if i truely hold my life
"so it is written"
so it has been decided
i have no freedom
i am eternally doomed to whatever is instore for me
but who said it is written in ink?
no one
as long as it is in pencil
i can decide
so it often makes me wonder if i truely hold my life
"so it is written"
so it has been decided
i have no freedom
i am eternally doomed to whatever is instore for me
but who said it is written in ink?
no one
as long as it is in pencil
i can decide
Sunday, March 12, 2006
Raven
Once I came across a wounded raven. Pitiful, it seemed to look; trying not to cry. I took her home. That strange little raven was somewhat fated to be with me.The days passed by and by each passing her wounds healed. She was such a lovely little bird. Beautiful black, enchanting eyes, If I didn’t know any better I’d say she was a crow but no this bird is said was different. Her eyes are deadlier than her claws.If only I knew that we were soon to part I would never had nurtured he back to health, for I never knew that I would have to let heal a wound that is irreparable.That sweet little bird’s eyes enchanted me with her spell and left me with a scat deeper than any claws could make. I wished I never had let her go. But I had to be stupid and believe in saying without realizing the hypocrisy that I was doing. I did not want to do it, I am not being selfless but I was being more selfish for I did so not for her sake but for mine. Lying to my own self was the only consolation I could have for letting my raven fly away.Time passed by and raven came to me. She no longer remembers who I was to her. She had forgotten that if it was not for me she would have perished along with the wind. I looked into her eyes and thoughts gushed through my mind.Those black eyes that I am staring at now are the eyes who taught me numbness. How ironic is it not? The one thing that taught you possession was the one who taught you lose. This bird is the Raven that I held dearly; her enchanting eyes made me a sympathetic fool and with her flight I crumble.
Once I came across a wounded raven. Pitiful, it seemed to look; trying not to cry. I took her home. That strange little raven was somewhat fated to be with me.The days passed by and by each passing her wounds healed. She was such a lovely little bird. Beautiful black, enchanting eyes, If I didn’t know any better I’d say she was a crow but no this bird is said was different. Her eyes are deadlier than her claws.If only I knew that we were soon to part I would never had nurtured he back to health, for I never knew that I would have to let heal a wound that is irreparable.That sweet little bird’s eyes enchanted me with her spell and left me with a scat deeper than any claws could make. I wished I never had let her go. But I had to be stupid and believe in saying without realizing the hypocrisy that I was doing. I did not want to do it, I am not being selfless but I was being more selfish for I did so not for her sake but for mine. Lying to my own self was the only consolation I could have for letting my raven fly away.Time passed by and raven came to me. She no longer remembers who I was to her. She had forgotten that if it was not for me she would have perished along with the wind. I looked into her eyes and thoughts gushed through my mind.Those black eyes that I am staring at now are the eyes who taught me numbness. How ironic is it not? The one thing that taught you possession was the one who taught you lose. This bird is the Raven that I held dearly; her enchanting eyes made me a sympathetic fool and with her flight I crumble.
Saturday, March 11, 2006
the world in itself is a concept created by man's context's
reality is state created by a convention made by man's inconsistency
all these things do exist
other things beyond also exist
but are not acknowledged as existing
for anything beyond man's prowess
is a creation of the imagination
reality is state created by a convention made by man's inconsistency
all these things do exist
other things beyond also exist
but are not acknowledged as existing
for anything beyond man's prowess
is a creation of the imagination
