Sunday, December 25, 2011
When I become neutral to beliefs, and have absolute disregard for every generalization, I do not understand what else everyday is about. As a being, We've evolved into nothing but animals looking for enthusiasm, to look forward to do something. Yet if I have beliefs, I can look at the same thing as the only reason for my existence. If humans are evolving intellectually, then why in the most demanding situations does man become an animal and resorts to violence or submission? Why can't a game of chess solve issues between two countries? We've moved too far into the complexity of our race. It has turned into a disgusting system of belief-run profits and that kicks you back in a cycle.
When I think about the extents of belief, there are doubts. Is the moon artificial? I just believe it is not and it is making my life a whole lot easier. Looking for extra-terrestrials when I myself am projecting the whole universe in the back of my head is like playing hide and seek with my shadow. Yet, if it interests me and I am enthusiastic about it, my life's purpose is met.
How much outside this system of beliefs can I get? I want to exit the system and look at it from a lighthouse. A sinister projection of colours from a fourth dimension constantly distracts us from the hopeless entanglement we are in. At most, I can imagine that my existence is unreal and my consciousness is nothing but memory, and that I'm an undefined portion of a blind network constantly being fed with information and as I process it and perceive it and project it outside myself and build my own frame of reference and believe that I exist in it, something is watching me.
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
there is an animal, wounded
it has fears, a leash around the neck
the forest is on fire,
courage burns like the leaves
in ravenous orange glow
the clouds feign strangeness
whispers of distant rains
the leash has an other end
it cannot drown, cannot burn
it smells of wet earth
pain is a leaf in the maelstrom
storms die after the kill
leaves tell you the story
leaves guide the turbulence
like smoke in a light beam
the leash dissolves in memory
the leash is an animal
changing in form and time
it is the memory of an animal
a wounded animal
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
I've always clung to mildness, felt safe and comfortable, but what significance does it hold if it lacks definition? Where do I stand if where I fall is unknown? Where are the extremes?
All phases I've been through have been unworthy of the extreme. Then she called. I fell down, I defined my extremes in desperation. I've let my instincts take over, I'm engulfed in the smoke of change. Hope has transformed to faith and belief. What is truer than what I believe?
Mildness dissolves into nothingness, leaving me exposed, vulnerable. It is impossible to be unreactive while being instinctive, further unrevealing. And in the end, it is not even about myself.
strange how the balcony calls me to the city, gives me a desire,
to jump into the vortex of routine that I once detested.
strange how I cannot conclude that the weather is brilliant,
strange how it would have been better if it had rained,
stranger how it would have affected.
strange how my hope has not deterred,
stranger how there could have been no need for it.
strange how I crave for a time machine,
stranger how I wouldn't want to travel.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
soul fastened to a dying animal...
singularity, a point of override. a point when artificial intelligence surpasses human intelligence. what is conquered? or what is lost?
...because his body, which you can always conquer, gives so little purchase upon his soul.
what do you fear? or what do you fear admitting? it prevents you from thinking. it stops you from exploring and finding courage. you need courage to act, action kills fear, are you afraid of conquest? you cannot stop the advancement, you cannot kill the scientists to stop progress. progress is darwinian, it will find its own means to exist. think of what you can conquer. does it disturb you to think that you can conquer death? will it question everything? the one conquest which will defeat you, the victory in which you will lose.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
A form divides you and me, sets us apart, on the two ends of the universe. I swim across and reach you, only to find that the universe moves along with you and me. Nevertheless, you have left behind your radiance, your presence, maya, it cannot be moved, or removed , even by the heavens. I sink into your presence. I can see you across at the other end. I am no longer myself. I can see you see me from the other end, but you see yourself across the universe. I have lost my identity in your splendour. I can only experience, I cannot express, the sinking feeling when your outer form dissolves and I am blinded by your brilliance, shattering the darkness. How foolish of me to quantify! A brief moment of oneness, I am taken over by you, a moment further can crush me to dust, but it is no longer than eternity.
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Monday, February 7, 2011
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
1. Where will you take me?
2. What if I die before the transaction?
3. How much do I cost?
4. What if no one wants to pay for my release?
5. Is there a ransom at all?
6. Will you cover my eyes and take me in a fast car?
7. What is your intent?
8. Why do you answer my questions?
9. Are you in love?
10. Will you kill me after the money?
11. Can we be friends after the money?
12. Where is my cousin?
2. What if I die before the transaction?
It doesn’t matter, because no one’s going to know. The transaction will happen in the belief that you are alive. In fact, I’ll make sure that you are dead before I get the money, so that I can ask for more without feeling guilty.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
the white cow has criminal history
flashlights wake up silence
you look for the old man in the corners
but you find only silence everywhere
silence stares at you like a stranger
the wind carries an unmistakable stench
the walls freeze to your fingers
you wait for your senses to betray you
silence echoes in your head
the corners taste like a white cow
you talk to the people in binary
they dread the white cow
but they never talk about the old man
they never talk about silence
they do not carry flashlights
the tomb intimidates you
as silence stares at you from the top
it stares as you talk binary to people
it stares as you look for the old man
you do not want to look back
the tessellations bear no evidence
you do not check for repetitions
the carvings on the stone wall scream
skill never betrayed the old man
he was known for his work
you remember the night he left
the people no longer cared for him
silence was his only companion
but silence never spoke and he was deaf
silence will not tell you where he is
the white cow appears in front of you
your scream shatters silence
you realize that the old man is no more
you knew this day would come
your knew your existence would be at stake
your life is about to be taken
there are no tombs where you can lay
there are no carvings that bear your name
there would be no memories of you
not even silence
you lay dead on the walls and corners
your body consumes light like vacuum
the stench fills the air and coldness on walls
the old man was invisible and dead
he was the king, the carver and history
some people ready to work
invisible flat sole
liquid tracing paper
unguarded railway line
second hand ufo
pump action shotgun
Monday, January 24, 2011
What do you know about fear?
I do not know about fear, it is always behind me.
What do you know about love?
I do not know about love, it is always ahead of me.
What do you know about hatred?
I know about hatred, hatred is addictive.
What does that mean?
Love is ahead calling; fear is behind pulling me back. But whenever I stop,
hatred comes along. Hatred is enchanting, charming and disarming.
Hatred makes me stay back for a long time.
Do you feel lonely?
How does that matter?
One last thing, I have a request. When you come to take me, burnt or buried, please don’t take me to a better place, or worse, a worse place. Instead, accidentally lose me in you chambers of infinite vacuum.
Deep Inside Me.
escape possibilities to no avail
what can I say? but understand that I go numb
at your beauty; realize that I wish to know
what I am doing; hope grinds strangeness
I do not mean to be sad, I do not mean
to dance in the dark; but I do
prepare for the storm, battle cry and show down
it's alright, no one's asleep; say it again
that there's more; the great dipper is a dream
of multiple consequence and lies,
it lies there like the wind, you die,
I'm right behind you to give you back.
in the end all that matters are memories
depth shows truth, the steps to the past
but do you care how it turns out or where I live?
behind the fence and beyond, there is nothing
there is music, there is the sea
the graphic overflow and the routine
incessant heartache doesn't drown you
it doesn't change you; why do you live?
chance will imprison shadows
the open road is haunted by music
delayed contraption won't give you babies
but the lunar murder gave him away
in staccato, regret and swing
the other galaxy made no sense
and swept, but lived.
That’s everything I need, I’m ready. No, I’m not going out. I haven’t come from anywhere, not in the last two days. I thought I was going out. I like the walls and the fancy pictures put on them. Do I like the chairs and the tables? Let me sit down, why am I not going? I should go. People are waiting. But I don’t want to get up. I want to look to my right through the window, one last time before I pass out. If I do, will it make sense? Or if I pass out, will it make sense? All the wood that is lying dead around me has been here all along may be to make sense just for this one moment. And the detail on the ceiling at which I’ve been staring for so long, has it made me think about all of these? Has it been there just for this one moment to tell me that time is fleeting?
She lives in the apartment facing the fountain. She steals eggs and sells them. She betrayed her boyfriend. Now she is committed to her umbrella. She does know about facebook. She has paper fans under her cot and also a trunk full of old hats and eye liner. She freaks out if you pull your chair along the floor. When no one’s watching, she juggles owls. The fragrance of wet earth is what she has in her spray can. She eats ball bearings for breakfast.
But Love, we were just dancing
Escaping through the bars
She was coming from darkness
And going to shadows
And let dark light show you the way
By the chains bearing you down
I will not let you go
The short time madness
I’ll just be the watcher
Why did I look away?
Has it been there just for this one moment,
To tell me that time is fleeting?
- collective evolution