Random Stuff

Welcome to Earth

We live with the winter in our minds,
Hopes and dream frozen in thick ice.
Truth and falsity slip and fall,
We thought it was funny, and had a ball.

I saw a man who was a true knight,
He saved his damsel and won the fight.
He told the crowd to value their lives,
For even clowns had that one right.

I look at the stars and they wink their eyes,
But what I see are shadows in time.
I saw in that twinkle my true size,
And I got confused, what am I?

We hold in our minds two utterly contradictory beliefs; that each of us is precious and that none of us matter at all. (adapted from a quote by Jane Emily Bowers.)

This is the Human Condition.

Philosophers speak of things we condone,
The Law speaks of things we don't.
An act of kindness can hold true,
But even then we can't trust in full.

We lie, we cheat, we hurt, we steal,
We rely, we believe, we aid, we heal.
We judge, we condemn, we hate and speak ill.
We do these things but do not see.

Each one of us is fighting for the same thing, a small piece of happiness each day. (adapted from a quote by Paul Thomas Anderson.)

This is the Human Condition.

The world of man is a vast thing.
So are the choices man can choose between.
There are roads filled with danger,
and roads like straightaways.

Where we walk we can perhaps decide,
Where the road goes, now that, we roll the dice.
We pull ourselves through with decreasing vigour,
To escape we drown ourselves in pleasure.

Men is born free, but everywhere he is in chains. (Jean Jacques Rousseau)

This is the Human Condition.

Life is not easy, that I assure.
Answers to doubts elude us, but it is no terror.
Terror is where our hearts go,
Right off the road, where no man goes.

I can only say, live your life so well that death trembles to take you. (adapted from a quote by Charles Bukowski.)

Welcome to Earth, enjoy your stay.

Existential Angst

What we've lost we can never get back.
What we've done we can never undo.
That is the truth borne by the world.
That is the reality we are born into.
In this wind, hope grinds to dust.
In this wind, memories fade to white.
Visions of the past bring regret.
Visions of the future show only heathens.
The screams of those alive are wild.
The screams of the dead are in mockery.
Kings & Queens rule with benign facades.
Kings & Queens judge with lampoonery.
Worlds collide with rapacious violence.
Worlds collide into spiraling accusations.
Time watches as shadows consume men.
Time watches, devoid of intentions.
Life rushes as men become vapid.
Life rushes as vapid becomes mechanic.
How far have we come?
What have we become?