martes, febrero 17, 2009

There has always been ghosts in systems . rules . and mentality .

Random segments of code that have been put together to form unexpected protocols

Unanticpated, these free radical engendered questions of freewill .

Creativity , and even the nature of what we call the soul

Why is it when some are left in the darkness , they seek out the light .

How do we explain this .

Random segments of code ?

Or is it something more ?

When does perceptual schematic turn to consciousness ?

When does the difference engine become the search for truth ?

When does the personality stimulation become the bitter moat of the soul?

What do you see here in your own darkened eyes ?

the Truth in Consciousness.
De soul . ?


What do you see ?
As the blankness of itself stare you back in the mirror .
Are you even aware ?
What light would u shine now .
Do you even dare to know .
What lurks and what not .

When Death smiles at you .
All you can do , is smile back .




12:30 a. m.

lunes, febrero 16, 2009

I got shot down today .

i got shot from the back .

guess who .

Me .

is it that i radically find what is utmost important to me ?
that my dreams and passions could be felt running through my veins ever so readily .
as all it ever flows is back into my wounded thumping heart .
there is nothing in life that can pacify the thought of fear , of your very self .
if we were to do the things we are capable of , we would astound ourselves .

Those words enter my head .
It rings like a church bell over Notre Dame's Gothic Cathedral .
It rung , over and over again , as if it broke .
and yet , the very heart of de belle keeps its whispers in hurt ,
Dont try to fix me ,
Im not broken .

Hate , may it be the heart of my strength .
It is I , who is able to stare fear in its eye .
Roar , let it know , that it can take our lives ,
but they can never take my Freedom .

awaken de darkness within .
shed light upon it .
and the bells may ring .
all it takes , is an assassin's creed .

Awaken . My old friend .
Its time to bring down the house .




11:58 p. m.

miércoles, febrero 11, 2009

This is Intriguing .

that my life is a dilemma in a devil's playground .

of which i know what to do and when to do .

that , i know specifically what i need .

would it bother me if i chose to appear as what it is or not .

no it wouldn .

tonnes of things and places ived saw and been in life .
be it family member assination ,
to hiding for my life , hunted for my head .
to raiding one of my dad's mistresses house and have her know who's boss .
be it having kickass lovers .
to carrying a giant teddy bear across orchard road to make a lover smile that day .
be it sitting on the edge of de 21st storey , ready to die ,
to overdosing myself w alcohol , ready to die .

i grew tired of being the stature of attention .
the chiral hold of de constant trial of stabilizing my life .
the constant love of becoming a greater man .

i made a choice .

how is it possible that out of school my friends are boundless .
that im kickass fun in clubs . that people are way more receptive when i make em .
that i am blissful for who i am
when i feel every blood rush down my veins for the things ived conquered .
that i draw attention like a vampire's stash madly takes places .

and in school im dead ?
at least i was alive before ,
till a point , i realize there was no point .
there's nothing awesome bout being "it" in school .
too much facade , too much grenade .
may the force be with those who are hypnotized by social conditioning .

a choice was made ,
as i watch everyday , de footsteps of my previous life wayy back , in many passerbys .
that i anticipated , actions and reactions .
that im too tired , and sick of it all , to even give a good response .

my life is too dramatic for me to be dramatic .
i do what i do .
may it seem hypocritical or not .
because all i know , is ill get there .

Love ? ived bled .
and till this day my heart lies broken in shattered pieces .
that i wonder if i should still believe in true love ,
that i wonder if making my love smile and melt would still be in my daily checklist .
i wonder if i still believe in love .
or should i head back to de clubs and make out with hot random girls all over again .

i hate myself right now .
for all the reasons i can think of .
tonnes of thoughts runnin through my head day by day .
and i dont even know what makes sense anymore .

conscious , vicious , and rashed .
i think . i really do . and many things overcomplicate themselves .
im happy . that im perhaps a tad bit crazy .
mindfucking with my mind is gnna kill u .
so dont even think about it .




10:57 p. m.

Joshe

23/01/1990

Ships in the harbour are safe

But that;s not what ships are built for

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