Burial

The edge

Look

Far

Far

Far

Below me to the end

Earth calls out soft

With cushion of sand

A Deep___________Cavern

Giant_____________Depression

Big______________________Hole

My_________________________Grave

___________Fall___________

I'm not a virgin anymore ='(

Diamonds

Where lies the price in a diamond. How do you judge its worth?

Is it in its weight? The heavier the diamond the better? Or in its color? Or perhaps within the perfection of its cut. How do you judge the value of a diamond?

Weight. Is a larger diamond worth more? Would 10 smaller diamonds of equal weight be of equal worth to a single significantly larger diamond? Is a 5 carat diamond worth twice the value of a 2.5 carat diamond?

Could the same be said of the value of a man? Would a bigger stronger larger man make for a better person? Could brawn be a significant determining factor of the value of a man?



Diamonds come in all shapes and sizes. Diamonds come in more than one color. Could the value of a diamond lie in the purity of its color? Is a diamond white and true the only one of great value?

What of colored fancies? Diamonds that come in colors as intense as the night. Diamonds bright and red as the early morning sky; or blue as the surface of the sea. Or one that is green as the leaves of the finest trees. Which would you say is worth more?



Perhaps the true value of a diamond is in the cut. A sculpted piece of stone holds within it more beauty and worth than a layer of earth. Take a piece of stone. Cut it into a fine design. Measure it. Bring symmetry and give life and rarity to a normal piece of stone. Create a masterpiece. Therein lies the worth of a diamond.

So, it takes the hand of a man to give a diamond its worth?

Every diamond is born of earth. Buried under layers of stone, created in the dark, away from the pryings eyes of man. And each, is as rare as it is beautiful. Man, has come to treasure that rarity above all.



It is the nature of every diamond to be unique. For within every diamond, lies inclusions that become a natural fingerprint that sets one diamond apart from another.

"Nature ensures that each diamond is as individual as the person who wears it." - http://www.adiamondisforever.com

Every diamond, is like a person.

How do you judge the value of a person?

A little something I drew up :D

A lonely journey

Tap...Tap...Tap...

Footsteps echoed in the backdrop of silence. The scraping of gravel upon the feet. The heels clacking upon loose stones, an endless rhythmic tapping that mirrored the constant beating of the heart.

The essence of time and space itself, seems lost. Trapped somewhere within the recesses of the mind, caged in the monotonous rhythm that now permeates the empty road.

Tap...Tap...Tap...

The journey he made in silence. There was no need for words. There was noone around to listen to them. No other sound, but the beating of a heart - his heart. And of course the tapping of his feet.

His downcast gaze fell upon cold ground. A rough, cold, lifeless gravel road. An earthly silence decorated by dim twilight. All that moved, was his shadow, walking in tune to the rhythm of his feet. His only companion. Always there in the dark of night or the bright of day. His shadow, noticed or otherwise, always there. Just like the rhythm of his feet.

Tap...Tap...Tap...

How lonely he felt. Upon an empty road, traversing across a long journey to nowhere. Led by footsteps left behind by a stranger. Yet...

Tap...Tap...Tap...

He felt at peace. Under the silvery sheen of heavenly bodies, he'd never felt more at one with himself. Just like the quiet air that swum with him through his journey, so was his mind in harmony. It made a monotonous beat. A slow, deathly heavy beat that echoed his footsteps. On and on, till the end of time.

Tap...Tap...Tap...Tap...

A Fool I Am...Just A Fool....

Thoughts. My thoughts. A hundred and one abstract concepts that run through my head like the gush of water from an open tap. All of them meaningless philosophies. Few of them even directly beneficial to my everyday life. So why do I think about these things?

The hidden meaning of life, reasons why things happen, words of wisdom and random bits of information that have little to do with myself. Why do I think about all these things? Trying to solve puzzles that need no solving. It's an addiction. But why do I do it?

Aren't I better off tackling the more urgent troubles in my life? Why do I not, instead, concentrate on the emotional trauma and mental distress that is really plaguing me? Am I just trying to escape from my problems by directing my attention onto other things? Am I just being a coward?

I had thought it wisdom to be asking these things. But really, am I seeking enlightenment, or behaving like the fool that I am? Wisdom is the search for knowledge to better understand and love life. Yet now, I feel absolutely no love for this life. No hatred, but no love either. Just an empty space.

Again I continue to digress my thoughts away from me. Has my insignificance made me unnoticable even to myself? Or perhaps, I'm searching for an antidote for the troubles that haunt me by looking out to my surroundings. Seeking solace in this little playground God has put me in. The very same place that has been the source of all my scars. Indeed I am a fool.

Blood

Blood. Boiling lava coursing through my veins.

Burning red scars; Imprints of life upon sheets of reality.

The red elixir of life; The color of pain.

The messenger of life. Bringer of tranquility.
~


Red paint accompanied by blackness.

Warm streaks of lightning upon the cold.

Fissures piercing an empty canvas.

The harbinger of change.
~


Red fires of burning passion.

Purveyor of justice and wanton destruction.

The sacred ties abinding.

The primordial judge
~


You. The keeper of knowledge.

The mentor of old.

The grim wise sage.

Death bringer and life giver. The master of forms.
~


You. Surrounded by mitigating fumes of undeath.

Filled with the decaying stench of life.

A squirming ooze filled with power.

Trickling away from my hands like sand. Blood.
~



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Within the deadly silence of the night, when all that you can hear is nothingness, you are alone. The world stops moving. Everything dies. And that you can hear,is the sound of your heart beating.

That silence, snaps you back to reality. You awaken to the sound of your blood pumping in your veins. What had once seemed to be emptiness, now exists a fog. A whirring blaze of ooze that runs through the tunnels in your veins.

The more you listen to it, the deeper you enter into this trancelike state of silence. Your heart beats. Once. Twice. Three times. It all goes into a crawl. Nothing. Everything just became nothing.

And within the empty blackness of your mind, It begins to paint a picture. The thumping mirrors your soul. Within the calm serenity of the night, your blood is the only thing that is screaming.

The silence. It accentuates nothing, and everything. As you listen to blood, pumping through your veins, you will learn. Learn from the heart that beats within you. Read upon the red scrolls that run through the tunnels of your soul. Listen to your blood, screaming from within. One. Two. Three.



Hushhhhhh......

Qis...as i promised....

Vodun (spirit)

An African religion. A belief in the spirits and the existence of dieties. The belief in the power of the otherworldly to manipulate our very existence. A tradition having existed over 6000 years ago."Vodun".

The belief in spirits called "Loa". Spirits of people whom have left the physical world. Exceptional souls who have been given dominion over certain aspects of our lives. Spirits such as:
   - Agwe: spirit of the sea    - Ayza: the protector    - Ezili: the female spirit of love    - Sango: spirit of storms

The art of voodoo, is as real as ghosts and the devil. As real as angels and djinns. It is as real as the dark arts of the bomoh and the spiritual prowess of the taoist priest. And just like those very examples, it is something that can be practiced for good or ill. It is a belief.

Similiar to most other unseen arts that are practiced the world over, voodoo has been interpreted by the mass media and made to look evil and ugly. It has been linked to the worship of dark beings. Satan and other mystical faerie whose love for the gross and unholy corrupts the practitioner. But how much of this is true?

A voodoo practitioner channels his will through voodoo dolls, invoking the spirits to do his bidding unto others. Wishes are granted. Wants are given. Needs are satisfied. And all of these done by spirits?

Stories of people harmed by voodoo and dark rituals plague the Hollywood scenes. And yet, there are more traditional views that border upon white magic surrounding voodoo. Its potent healing powers aid Africans in their time of need. When ailments haunt them and spiritual well-being is threatened. When their diety comes down, possessing the bodies of priests in order to help those who seek it. How much of this is real?

Are these things naught more than placebo effects? Tricking and toying the mind to achieve results. Conning the blind and rooting down believers in its mystic arts. Could any of this hold even a ring of truth?

Yet, truth only exists in our eyes. And the truth of voodoo lies in those who believe. Perhaps, it is belief that drives and gives it power. A harnessing of the power of the mind, channeled through a doll, calling the powers of beyond to take heed. Or perhaps, there really is a hidden power that comes to the aid of a voodoo practitioner. Just like there is a djinn that is said to accompany the bomoh in his escapades.

What is the truth of the voodoo doll? You be the judge.

Silent Night

Lie down and look up at the ceiling. Turn off the lights and just stare. What do you see? Look closely. Then listen. Open up your ears and listen. (this works best at 1:00 a.m when the rest of the world is mostly asleep)

The empty screen, the low hum of the world, the silence all brings you to bear. Your thoughts and feelings all revealed and unveiled.

How many among us do find ourselves pondering on our fate and current state during the moments before we lay ourselves to rest?

There are those among us who cry before falling asleep. Tears of sorrow, loss and pain never fails to invade our eyes and heart when we're all alone.

There are also those who smile as the lay themselves down to rest. A million smiles and thoughts of love could surround them, chasing away the clammy claws of the night and wrapping them in a blanket of soft warmness like no other.

When darkness is all that is around, and the coolness of the night is the only thing that caresses your soul, that is when your feelings shine out. When you're all alone.

Painful thoughts, flashbacks, visions of the future and dreams. Deep thoughts emerging from the subconscious that we tend to bury in the brightness of sunlight.

Meditation accompanied by the ebony silence of the night brings out retrospective thoughts and a moment of self-reflection. It is the only time when our true feelings can flush themselves out.

During the silent night.

to want and to need. what is the diference?

To want and to need. What is the difference?

Want: The desire for something one feels is lacking.
Need: The lack of the means of subsistence.

We all need to want, yet very few among us want to need. For to need something, is a sign of weakness. But to want something shows character. The desire gives stability. A reason to live. It makes life more palatable. Adds flavour.

A want comes mainly from envy. It is a desire for something which we do not truly need. Something perhaps we could live without. A car, a big house, riches and perhaps even friends.

Needs encompass whatever we can't live without. Food, drink and even the air we breath. All things material that would kill us if we're deprived of them.

Yet, if you think about it, besides the material, we also have psychological and spiritual needs that require tending to. Friendship, love, closeness to the divine. Because living without these needs satisfied would make for a miserable life. A life not worth living.

The link between wants and needs is very complex. Wanting to achieve a certain goal could change your needs to better fit your ascension towards that particular goal.

We're like spiders spinning our webs.

How the spider weaves its web changes according to the location of its choosing. A spider in a corner of the wall spins its web differently from one in the branches of a tree.

Our wants shape our needs the same way the location shapes the spider's web. Thus do our needs morph as time passes.

For example:
A person who wants to have love in her life would need a man. Trustworthy, loyal and a romantic.

A person who hungers for riches beyond compare would have less need for a loved one than a competent business partner. Someone who's more intelligent in the ways of business than love.

So what's the difference?

The difference lies in satisfaction. A need can be satisfied, but watns will keep on coming back. Because a need sprouts from the urge to fill up the emptiness in ourselves; while a want is usually the product of envy. A want creates emptiness.

So the next time you think you need something, or someone, take a step back and ponder on it a bit. Is it a need or a want?

Hmmm...

Death

Behold, the death of a star. Beauty at the end of life. An eye looking down upon us from the heavens. In death, is born life anew. Creation at the hands of destruction. None could portray this cycle of life, better than a star.

We've all seen death and destruction at work. Some of us seen more than others. But how many among us has seen life at work? It's no more ugly nor beautiful than death. Life, brings about suffering which death puts an end to. As it also brings joy, which death puts an end to. Death, is the eye opener. The cause that awakens the sleeping mind and soul. And one day, it will happen to us. For one day, we will become like the stars above.

the duality of life....

everything exists in pairs....this world...or as i've learnt to see it, this duality of existence....this temporary reality....much of it is wrapped in darkness and light.....or a mixture of both....wreathed in a gradient of wonder and temperamental beauty.....the contrast....the difference.....between the beautifully elegant as well as the notoriously ugly and menacing....the soft as well as the gross and harsh....it all exists in a balance of the weak and the strong.....the giving and the receiving.....the pushing and the pulling......we all live busying ourselves in work as we search for an avenue of escape to find for ourselves a better life.....a more....how shall i say it......valuable life.....some of us become singers....others writers.....yet others....lecturers....all that to what purpose?.....some, to satisfy their mental and social needs, others for money....and others still, for some other reason that only they could think of.....but at the end of it all, have we ever thought about what exactly is the REAL reason that hides behind those surface thoughts and emotions?.....there has to be an underlying current beneath the surface......an.....inner programming.......i've seen dozens of people who exist to please.....to satisfy the wishes of their significant others......in so doing also satisfying their need for something/someone to serve....they told me that it was like 2nd nature to them....like they'd been born to do that....like.....it felt right to do that....maybe it's the truth.....maybe they've found the 2nd half of the whole that was created when they were created......the 2nd half.....the anti-matter....but these relationships these people got themselves into.....generates also, another realm of existence.....one that has its ups and downs.....one that in its own right.....is another duality of existence....a duality of life......and further does the principals of cause and effect continue in its neverending cycle of positive and negative.......an everlasting change and rippling effect that continues on till the end of time......too bad we won't live to see how the continuity of the pairing up of life will be ended......God alone Knows....for great indeed is the wisdom of the Creator who's made us....may his blessings be upon us.....

Me...

yeah...that's me there....the one on the left....no no...the left....right at the end there....ugly smiling freak of a monkey...thank god i love myself....