Monday, August 14, 2006

A dedication as promised for the one whom I seek :)

Name, a beautiful one she has

Under no circumstance to be forgot

Reigning queen of my heart

Regal lady of my dreams

In you is what I buried

Love heavenly beyond retrieve



Hail the lady smart and young

In purity of a dreamy heart

Restless and trapped in a cage

Freedom untasted she yearns

Ask her what she wants

Never will her wish I deny

All the care and love that exists



To her will I give

Heart and soul

Eloquent lady of mine,not



Of radiant beauty

Nirvana's trophy

Evening suns and midnight moons



I present you



LOVE

Sunday, August 13, 2006

Move.

Newton's first law of motion states that an object at rest tends to stay at rest and an object in motion tends to stay in motion with the same speed in the same direction unless acted upon by an unbalanced force."


It is the natural tendency of objects to resist changes in their state of motion. This tendency, is aptly named inertia.


Inertia = the resistance an object has to change in the state of motion



Contrary to popular belief, forces are not needed to keep an object in motion. Forces are what put objects in motion to rest.


This world we live in is filed with friction. Everything that moves is met with an opposig force that tries to slow it down. Everything accellerates and decelerates thanks to the existence of forces.


Forces exist in many forms. There are contact forces such as friction, heat electricity and kinetic forces as such. These forces are obvious to sight and only transfer directly from one subject to the next upon contact.


Then there are the stranger and more perplexing invisible forces of nature. An example of which is gravity and magnetism.


All of these forces, pushing and pulling against the constant inertia of existing matter, are much like the lords of motion and our reality itself.


These forces are the ties of fate that binds us together. These forces are what pulls us apart. They are the commanders of change. They are what brings the world to life, as well as the ones who kill it.


These forces have been around since the beginning of time. Everchanging hands, ever moving and never ending. Power and energy in this universe, like matter, can neither be created nor destroyed. Merely transferred from one source to the next.


Such is the case, since the Big Bang, and as such the case will be still till he Big Crunch. The universe, forever recycling through its endless cycles of movements.


Intricate indeed is this giant clockwork realm that God has made for us. Marvel at it.

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

The Book

Trailing the pages of time a day at a time. What can you learn from it? Leading an introspective life. Is there any good in it?

Everything happens for a reason. Good and bad both has its place in the world. All that happens brings teachings to be gotten.

Is there any truth in the aforementioned mantra?

If one lives his whole life trying to latch on to every single message that is written within the pages of days, will one find true bliss?

Does heavenly joy lie hidden amidst the thick pages of everyday normality waiting for the day it would be uncovered? Does joy abide deep within the writings of destiny, slowly being uncovered amid history's unfolding? Need we decipher it?

Existence. The story of life. Existence is an empty page. The page upon which the story of life is written. Where destiny is built on. Where all purity resides. Empty pages.

With the flowing tides of seconds passing is written a story. No. Many stories. A poetry universal and layered within a language complex yet simple.

Can life be read? Be existence an open book? Is the written story of time within comprehension?

Turn back the hands of the clock and you will know. The key lies within history.

Each passing moment recorded in the book of our years adds up. A long tale shall be spun with each letter that marrs the page. No matter which way the story goes, the story will be told.

will the book find its end? Is there a closing chapter? Perhaps. Yes. There has to be. Every story has to have an ending. Every tale needs it.

Once that finality has been reached and the line drawn, past pages will matter no longer. The book of life, once closed, will no longer need be opened.

Upon the fields after the end of days will you then wait. Wait for the book you've written. No. The book the world has written for you to receive.

Will it fall in your right hand or your left? Who is to know?

By then all that you know will be judged. And all that you don't will be revealed.

Should one live constantly trying to derive meaning, or should one attempt a carefree life simply soaring upon the wings of the moment?

How do you read your book?

Sunday, August 06, 2006

Scars

One scar for every day
A trickle of blood
Only a bit of pain
not enough to cry


A thin cut upon the skin
Barely a scratch
A mere few inches in
Enough to bleed


the prick of steel
Biting against flesh
Coldness on warmth
An innocet form of harm


The hurting of the body
Self-mutilating acts
A mental addiction
A devilish pact


Pain to counter pain
Heat to combat flame
Taste of fresh blood
Lingering upon the tongue


Remnant of unshed tears
Flowing from open wounds
Palatable fears material
Born of doubt-filled years


Litter the earthen soil
Send back life from whence it came
Through much grief
In torment find relief


I cut
I burn
I bleed
But for myself I'll never weep


Live by the knife, die by it
Dare to cut, dare to bleed
By the scars I here inflict
I douse my pain in physicality
For no ache could hurt more
Than the hurting of the soul
God I beg thee forgive
For now in etching my skin
I have sinned
I'm sorry. I had to.

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

Lost

The spark of a thousand fires/

Burning with the passion equal to the dark of night/

Buried in battle amid flaming pyres/

Are traditions lost in the invading light/

Candles of past teachings slowly fade/

Losing their fervor with the passing days/

With the coming down of a new era/

Morality has changed to a darker plethora/

God dictates with eternal mandate/

Yet few answer His calling/

Men have lost themselves in sin/

And women hide behind their material awnings/

All is gone; to never be found/

Furious is the night for being robbed of heaven's light/

Much to the Devil's delight/

The men remain unaware of thei plight/

Lost indeed is heaven's light, replaced by the mean glows of evil disgrace/

The spark of a thousand fires/

Burning with the passion equal to the dark of night/

Strayed off is the path of man/

And God willing we may never find it back again/

Kill the passion and douse the flames/

Seek only what divine light ordains/

Return to the light and lose yourself never again/

:::amid the shadows of trancendence:::

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