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Yuna - Rocket

Saturday, February 12, 2011 [ 7:51 AM ]

for my bonch(:

Tuesday, February 8, 2011 [ 5:53 AM ]

turmoil with the wretched world
medicate the soul with written words
cleanse the mind off imbecility
where thoughts are desecrated
exposed to the harsh weathering of compliance
remain as you are, yourself.

observations tingle your mind's eye
realisations creep up, prancing about your consciousness
like a nagging pain of contempt
"look at them. basking in their inglorious ego, with opaque minds"
self-denial-- or is it mere blindness to truth?
pure disgust.

sometimes i think i am crazy

Sunday, October 24, 2010 [ 6:02 AM ]

clarity of the mind dissipates upon thought
thought-- a residue of all things unfulfilled
the veil over stupidity

think-- the balance of polarities dwindle as they waltz with emotion

reality from delusion
a stifling debate between a politician and a crack-whore

the politician is your man reality.
masculine in his strife to dominate the mind into righteousness and morality
he breathes confidence, and tortures you for all failures in life
yet, this regimented lifestyle seems almost planned
like a d.i.y kit to a controversial sense of a perfect life
ironically he would then seek comfort in the seducing arms of his mistress delusion

she is his escape from himself
a reflection of himself that she wishes to be
she is freedom
personifying the whimsical affair she has with life
where all things are in the limbo of daydreams? or a perpetual high on every ounce of cocaine?
yes-- delusion, she is an addict
an addict of a man-made euphoria
a victim to herself
a prisoner of her own mind
entrapped
truth becomes unbearably painful
she is not who she is, not who she wants to be
for she suffers from a volatile identity
playing characters to satisfy the "him" that pays for her time

him-- the politician
identifies himself with finances, stature and power
living by the ideologies he believes in
self-assured?
or merely shielding his vulnerability?
he is also not who he is, but what the world expects him to be

a twisted relationship they both share
a silent need for the other
there is no sense to this dependency-- perhaps complete nonsense
it is an innate feeling (i do not enjoy using the word feeling, for it makes everything meaningless)
a feeling that brings balance in their individual insecurities
the stiff reality and the erratic delusion

the two polarities that consummate the birth of you
your mind
your thoughts.

Monday, September 6, 2010 [ 2:06 AM ]

youre the last person i would turn to.

Sunday, September 5, 2010 [ 10:39 PM ]

ironically,
it is like a weight lifted
the resonance of such meaningless beginnings.. hover
yet,
it all seems at a distance beyond reality
like a daydream that lingers
dancing between half-opened eyelids
an interest only fueled by ideas of the unknown
where the contours of such a wonder are carved by curiosity
when questions diminish into an instinctual knowledge
everything equates to a plateau of boredom
recognising this ignites a strange painful sadness
the incapacities
that perhaps everything was nothing?
that the beauty was a delusion
for there is no sense of loss
just a queer resignation
our opaque minds....
before i bid you adieu old friend
translucence permits happiness
and willingness will follow you through till the end.

Tuesday, August 24, 2010 [ 12:18 AM ]

exposed
trampled

goodbye.

Friday, August 20, 2010 [ 10:30 PM ]

if i am the superhero, who would be the villains..
an array of superpowers i can shop for
psychic powers perhaps..
or incredible strength
or the mere ability to heal

but one thing for sure
i would not save a damsel in distress
women make my life difficult
so why ensure the sustainable existence of a splinter?