A lady was shopping around in a nice mall downtown when a store called "the philosopher's stone" caught her attention, where a black night gown was in display, she started admiring it and imagining what she'd look like in it and how her friends and familly would like it, so she turned to her friend, to get a second opinion:
What do you think?
Don't you think it's too dark?
Isn't chocolate dark?
But you put on calories eating it
Doesn't coffee wake you up and make you feel alive
Caffeine is too bad for you
Aren't the stars more visible when there's no moon and its pitch black
But the moon looks much nicer
Isn't black sexy
Only if you have a white complexion
What if i have a white heart
Maybe then, it's be a good idea
Monday, August 07, 2006
She cries alone
She's alone for the first time
no more noise
no more faces
no cheers and no more games
no love just fear
was it my mistake
or is it just my life
I'm so unloved and so in loss
I need someone
I need him now
My mirror is breaking
and my life is crashing down
She's remembering
what goes around comes around
but chances are lost forever
no pity for the wicked
and no sorrow for the weak
Just cold hard hearts
cold hard faces
and a voice she heard before
Worms crawling
moving closer
covering my pretty happy face
devouring who i thought i was
every little mistake
every heart break
and every tear i was the reason for
come to haunt me ... constantly knockin on my door
The rythum of my life
the pace of my nightmare
slowing down to a wandering gaze
developing into bitter hate
How did things come to this she wonders
where are those i loved
where are the calls of anguish and sincerity
Whatever s there is allright
whoever is there is ok
I'll just take it now
i'm out of choices
I just want all the noise to stop
I want to forget
move on
move out
and rediscover who i used to be
How come they all left
i hate them all
they're the losers
they'll regret it all one day
no one is worth my tears
and i'll tear this damned door down
i'm not alone
i'm never alone
no more noise
no more faces
no cheers and no more games
no love just fear
was it my mistake
or is it just my life
I'm so unloved and so in loss
I need someone
I need him now
My mirror is breaking
and my life is crashing down
She's remembering
what goes around comes around
but chances are lost forever
no pity for the wicked
and no sorrow for the weak
Just cold hard hearts
cold hard faces
and a voice she heard before
Worms crawling
moving closer
covering my pretty happy face
devouring who i thought i was
every little mistake
every heart break
and every tear i was the reason for
come to haunt me ... constantly knockin on my door
The rythum of my life
the pace of my nightmare
slowing down to a wandering gaze
developing into bitter hate
How did things come to this she wonders
where are those i loved
where are the calls of anguish and sincerity
Whatever s there is allright
whoever is there is ok
I'll just take it now
i'm out of choices
I just want all the noise to stop
I want to forget
move on
move out
and rediscover who i used to be
How come they all left
i hate them all
they're the losers
they'll regret it all one day
no one is worth my tears
and i'll tear this damned door down
i'm not alone
i'm never alone
Sunday, August 06, 2006
The mist shall clear
The swamp is deep
getting deeper
getting thicker
with creepy crawly creatures
Walking is becoming harder
breathing is almost impossible
But it aint' time yet
IT AIN'T MY TIME YET!
I don't need colors
I don't need appreication
I don't need you
and I don't need anyone
I'm alone and shall remain that way
Bring all your armies
Bring all your nuclear bombs
All your pathetic hurt
and Demeaning Insecurities
I shall chew on you and spit you out
I shall not step on you
I don't need to
I shall not even look at you
as you eat your heart out
and life consumes what's left of you
on the river bank we shall meet again
when your broken down ugly excuse for a life floats by
when the mist clears!
getting deeper
getting thicker
with creepy crawly creatures
Walking is becoming harder
breathing is almost impossible
But it aint' time yet
IT AIN'T MY TIME YET!
I don't need colors
I don't need appreication
I don't need you
and I don't need anyone
I'm alone and shall remain that way
Bring all your armies
Bring all your nuclear bombs
All your pathetic hurt
and Demeaning Insecurities
I shall chew on you and spit you out
I shall not step on you
I don't need to
I shall not even look at you
as you eat your heart out
and life consumes what's left of you
on the river bank we shall meet again
when your broken down ugly excuse for a life floats by
when the mist clears!
Saturday, August 05, 2006
The petals of the hour clock
He walks along the railway eyery friday
on his way to a place he doesn't wish to go
he feels there maybe a mystery and things he doesn't know
he scans the ground as he goes
searching for aladdin's lamp
ticks are heard as time passes by
and has he grows he stops there on the side
sitting on a bench waiting for a bus that never comes
perhaps a chance.. or maybe romance
many silent wishes have come true
others haven't
the train kept moving
leaving behind those little moments of loneliness
maybe a pocketful of feelings are still there
mixed with the unfinished sand castles on that lonely beach
the songs he sang as he tears caressed his smiles
the pictures hanging like billboards down memory lane
as he slowly cycles beneath the winter rain
the unexpected change
he has always felt this way
always felt confined
within the vices of a human body and the suburbs of a noisy mind
he recalls the time
bedtime was the only time
time to dream
time to change
and release
faraway from misconceptions, judgement and false belief
he draws nearer
the monets his dream was realized
just to uncover a fearful smile
as it slowly pushed him back behind
its ok..he's still alive
or so it seems
the roller coaster ride begins with a bag of pop corn and anxious eyes
as you spin and turn and curl and wind
let's leave it there shall we
the lazy seconds that passed awaiting a response
from he who held answers to what i am or what i should be
the unbearable silence that engulfs every passing second with no change
the heavy feel of the seconds as they press down on his heart
the voice of the other could fix it all
the voice of he/she who cares will bring all together
or so it seems
if there were stones upon which i lay
i'd throw them into the sea
spread the petals of the seconds of the hours of his life
as he finally lays silently at rest
on his way to a place he doesn't wish to go
he feels there maybe a mystery and things he doesn't know
he scans the ground as he goes
searching for aladdin's lamp
ticks are heard as time passes by
and has he grows he stops there on the side
sitting on a bench waiting for a bus that never comes
perhaps a chance.. or maybe romance
many silent wishes have come true
others haven't
the train kept moving
leaving behind those little moments of loneliness
maybe a pocketful of feelings are still there
mixed with the unfinished sand castles on that lonely beach
the songs he sang as he tears caressed his smiles
the pictures hanging like billboards down memory lane
as he slowly cycles beneath the winter rain
the unexpected change
he has always felt this way
always felt confined
within the vices of a human body and the suburbs of a noisy mind
he recalls the time
bedtime was the only time
time to dream
time to change
and release
faraway from misconceptions, judgement and false belief
he draws nearer
the monets his dream was realized
just to uncover a fearful smile
as it slowly pushed him back behind
its ok..he's still alive
or so it seems
the roller coaster ride begins with a bag of pop corn and anxious eyes
as you spin and turn and curl and wind
let's leave it there shall we
the lazy seconds that passed awaiting a response
from he who held answers to what i am or what i should be
the unbearable silence that engulfs every passing second with no change
the heavy feel of the seconds as they press down on his heart
the voice of the other could fix it all
the voice of he/she who cares will bring all together
or so it seems
if there were stones upon which i lay
i'd throw them into the sea
spread the petals of the seconds of the hours of his life
as he finally lays silently at rest
The T-Rex cometh
due to the ever escalating number of people in the world, new jobs are created all the time that rpovide a little sense of gratification to us human beings like the simple task of fixing a leaky faucet, another may say its because our achievements aren't quantified, another may say its due to the increasing stress on vanity and the quest for the perfect personal image that leads to having low self esteem and insecure personalities.
However i believe a serious indication to such a case is the terrible state of dialogue which we had reached where we fail at seeing the other point of vie "objectively" without thinking subjectively about the person providing such a point of view, its easier for us to have preconceptions and rigid thoughts and judgements on people that guide our discussions with them, i don not believe there would ever be a totally objective conversation in this entire world ecept if two people where taking about science, and even so personal achievements come into way to try to prove who had contributed more than the other, make a change today, clap to a good idea when you hear (if you're really convinced) tie down those wild horses trying to force you to use your eyes not your ears and brain, i'm not perfect, and i don't claim to be, i just hope i get better with time, that's all that matters.
However i believe a serious indication to such a case is the terrible state of dialogue which we had reached where we fail at seeing the other point of vie "objectively" without thinking subjectively about the person providing such a point of view, its easier for us to have preconceptions and rigid thoughts and judgements on people that guide our discussions with them, i don not believe there would ever be a totally objective conversation in this entire world ecept if two people where taking about science, and even so personal achievements come into way to try to prove who had contributed more than the other, make a change today, clap to a good idea when you hear (if you're really convinced) tie down those wild horses trying to force you to use your eyes not your ears and brain, i'm not perfect, and i don't claim to be, i just hope i get better with time, that's all that matters.
The thought toilet
In a time when everyone wishes to unload his precious thoughts, feelings and insignificant remarks that may not appeal to a lot of other people, the receivers are faced with the tough decision of avoiding to react to the illogical input, which would be the natural way of things, if for instance you start bothering a cat you'll end up with a lot of scars and scratches, because it simply won't absorb your behaviour and ideas and accept it for what it is just to give you personal gratification that you're right!
however, most people try to avoid complications, struggles and problems as much as possible and this is why you have cases on TV, where people are doing extremely ridiculous things (please refer to american idol and such others programs where people publicly express a total lack of common sense) and end up making fools of themselves, just simply because nonbody around them had the decency of providing them with the adequeate feedback to their behaviour and thoughts and so their output started increasing and with time climaxing to ridiculous extents that sometime will errupt by pure laughter and ridicule!
In order to build common sense people have to give feedback and discuss together their different points of view, and if there exists no common ground, that calls for a truce, however most feedback are interprested as personality assassination, especially with a time of minor accomplishments, personnel issues and domestic and personal problems.
In a time when thoughts are treated as garbage once reality exposes itself to those who are absorbed in their own self not to notice the "signs", i believe that the best solution to avoid a conflict or accusations of personal attack is to simply have something called a thought toilet, where everyone may simply reserve the right (could be written in the constitution) to direct others to the closest thougt toilet to dump their ideas so they wouldn't become offended by their reactions!
Now i know a lot of you may say that i may need to visit that toilet myself, but at least you had the decency to give me your honest feedback, and didn't just humor me and left me pursuing an unrealistic quest which i donot know the consequences of!
however, most people try to avoid complications, struggles and problems as much as possible and this is why you have cases on TV, where people are doing extremely ridiculous things (please refer to american idol and such others programs where people publicly express a total lack of common sense) and end up making fools of themselves, just simply because nonbody around them had the decency of providing them with the adequeate feedback to their behaviour and thoughts and so their output started increasing and with time climaxing to ridiculous extents that sometime will errupt by pure laughter and ridicule!
In order to build common sense people have to give feedback and discuss together their different points of view, and if there exists no common ground, that calls for a truce, however most feedback are interprested as personality assassination, especially with a time of minor accomplishments, personnel issues and domestic and personal problems.
In a time when thoughts are treated as garbage once reality exposes itself to those who are absorbed in their own self not to notice the "signs", i believe that the best solution to avoid a conflict or accusations of personal attack is to simply have something called a thought toilet, where everyone may simply reserve the right (could be written in the constitution) to direct others to the closest thougt toilet to dump their ideas so they wouldn't become offended by their reactions!
Now i know a lot of you may say that i may need to visit that toilet myself, but at least you had the decency to give me your honest feedback, and didn't just humor me and left me pursuing an unrealistic quest which i donot know the consequences of!
fueling the fire
The fire burns consumes .. moves and disspates in the cold dark night
a little warmth for the time being... a little piece of life
you wouldn't wish it would go out... unless you were burnt alive
pinpointing labels on all that's wrong
just for you to tell me they should've been glued
ME and you
You and them
we're all here ... somewhere ... but not right now
We're all one yet separated somehow
Hate, darkness, and dotted lines separating common lines
as common sense fades into the constancy of change
evolution of the revolution into a patheticly ridicule of all that's sacred
Rest assured the fire shall burn
shall burn it all
absorb the hatered within you, absors th realities behind the ugly masks of denial
How loud and hurtful can the truth be sometimes
The fire shall burn
now and tomorrow
How loud and hurtful can lies be sometimes
The fire shall burn
now and tomorrow
harvesting the sadness and sorrow
and lighting up the darkness of hesitationa and misconception
a little warmth for the time being... a little piece of life
you wouldn't wish it would go out... unless you were burnt alive
pinpointing labels on all that's wrong
just for you to tell me they should've been glued
ME and you
You and them
we're all here ... somewhere ... but not right now
We're all one yet separated somehow
Hate, darkness, and dotted lines separating common lines
as common sense fades into the constancy of change
evolution of the revolution into a patheticly ridicule of all that's sacred
Rest assured the fire shall burn
shall burn it all
absorb the hatered within you, absors th realities behind the ugly masks of denial
How loud and hurtful can the truth be sometimes
The fire shall burn
now and tomorrow
How loud and hurtful can lies be sometimes
The fire shall burn
now and tomorrow
harvesting the sadness and sorrow
and lighting up the darkness of hesitationa and misconception
A dedication to my reflection
Good evening dear listeners, tonight i have a set of songs especially selected to satisfy my reflection on the mirror
I hate you
Big Me
White Flag
Blood Brothers
Every time i look at you
One
Believe
Letting the Cables Sleep
My friend of misery
Master of Puppets
My Way
I hate you
Big Me
White Flag
Blood Brothers
Every time i look at you
One
Believe
Letting the Cables Sleep
My friend of misery
Master of Puppets
My Way
Thursday, August 03, 2006
littering my brain
my cigarrette rests silently burning consuming breathing
as i lay there silently waiting anticipating eyes dilating
in one second in time all seems clear
the pencil wore out before i drew a picture of what it was
was so beautiful...so lonely ... and so real
gasping for breath that may turn to be my last i'm traumatized
first glance it was approaching fast...
second glance i was just lying there
feeling faint tired and sick of it all
can't take hints anymore
can't do something about the world which i abhore
i've never loved the world as much as i harbored for it hate
proximity limits my space and fuels my dormant sky
don't disturb..i wish not to sleep ..but i have to
one day you'll understand
shut your eyes and forget
vibrate, hesitate, incinerate then meditate
i'd give it all for peace
nothing anymore was it were before
just the reality i abhore
i hate you!
lock me up and bury me alive covered in a truck load of human waste
devistate, wake and tighten the nut till it breaks
a little color may help set the vibe
with solemn ridicule of many useless lives
she wears her life as she treads on the line of many gazers that await her fall
she hears herself and hates savage wars
she's not waiting ...she's moving around....dancing her little dance
in a little tub she bathes in envious narcistic romance
join us for this little dance
we're happy you see
happy as pigs can be
slimy, useless, self obsessive and derailed
painting a colorful picture of her petty trails
a walk around the round table where they curiously await
your presence turns on their faucet of hopes and dreams
to drench their realistic melodramatic destinies
its the world as it is..not as it should be
parasitic feeding on the monster's waste as he feasts on his gourmet meal
slay the little puppies they know not what roads they may lead
burn down your home into little pieces so you would no longer feel
humility comes along the way... a hitch hiker that tags along
an old hag in the bag of cheetos and marshmallow flavoured tea bags
a little kid with a petrol lighter and foolish sag
what has become of that you know what and you know who
the news stinks and melts into visions of blood and gore
that slowly turns into the reality which i abhore
close the door
confine me
i got it all down on paper
i got the records right here
and when time comes
you'll see the other side of me
my back as i'm lying face down in the dirt of my eternal home
as i lay there silently waiting anticipating eyes dilating
in one second in time all seems clear
the pencil wore out before i drew a picture of what it was
was so beautiful...so lonely ... and so real
gasping for breath that may turn to be my last i'm traumatized
first glance it was approaching fast...
second glance i was just lying there
feeling faint tired and sick of it all
can't take hints anymore
can't do something about the world which i abhore
i've never loved the world as much as i harbored for it hate
proximity limits my space and fuels my dormant sky
don't disturb..i wish not to sleep ..but i have to
one day you'll understand
shut your eyes and forget
vibrate, hesitate, incinerate then meditate
i'd give it all for peace
nothing anymore was it were before
just the reality i abhore
i hate you!
lock me up and bury me alive covered in a truck load of human waste
devistate, wake and tighten the nut till it breaks
a little color may help set the vibe
with solemn ridicule of many useless lives
she wears her life as she treads on the line of many gazers that await her fall
she hears herself and hates savage wars
she's not waiting ...she's moving around....dancing her little dance
in a little tub she bathes in envious narcistic romance
join us for this little dance
we're happy you see
happy as pigs can be
slimy, useless, self obsessive and derailed
painting a colorful picture of her petty trails
a walk around the round table where they curiously await
your presence turns on their faucet of hopes and dreams
to drench their realistic melodramatic destinies
its the world as it is..not as it should be
parasitic feeding on the monster's waste as he feasts on his gourmet meal
slay the little puppies they know not what roads they may lead
burn down your home into little pieces so you would no longer feel
humility comes along the way... a hitch hiker that tags along
an old hag in the bag of cheetos and marshmallow flavoured tea bags
a little kid with a petrol lighter and foolish sag
what has become of that you know what and you know who
the news stinks and melts into visions of blood and gore
that slowly turns into the reality which i abhore
close the door
confine me
i got it all down on paper
i got the records right here
and when time comes
you'll see the other side of me
my back as i'm lying face down in the dirt of my eternal home
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