Sunday, December 23, 2007


You will never understand the nature of my arrogant misanthropy
These enigmatic eyes from the skeleton smile of prudent vanity
I am content in his sanctuary of my complacent shadow
So take this aesthetic reality and throw the world out the windows


I tried desperately to restrain my corrupted perfidy
To prove I’m not just another silence face of absurdity
This smile I call upon to feed my burning abyss of emptiness
Provoke the secrecy of my tormenting credence

I grasped blindly at the pain of my self-indulged paradox
Causing my ardent memories of significance to be lost
These eerie delusions that taint my shallow mind to autopsy
Slowly dissipating the the subconscious of our fallacy

My weakened patience succumbed to myself destructing anger
Allowing the beauty of profanity to flatter
I breathed in the static hereby of twilight
To fall asleep in the blissful ache of my lullaby

Place the blame on my moral deterioration
To satisfy the pride of my placate aberration
I wonder in my deceptive labyrinth blind and broken
Keeping secret of this solitary bare

My Decadent

Thursday, November 22, 2007

God vs lucifer


What is god
For me he is very odd
,People worship him,he likes to get praise
He lives in the city of magic
Which fly on lonely clouds
xAnd we call it heaven.

He love when we say his name
He like his fame,
What you want from me
Wanted me to be tame
No, It wont happen,I am better dead.

Here comes the cute demon
You called him "Lucifer",
But he is the one I prefer
He is the person who rang the bell in hell

He is the one who walks in the night
Just waiting for the moment that will be right,
Teeth sharp and yellow,eyes glowing red
This is not the monster found under your bed.

He is fighting with god,plotting you know
And someday he will take away his soul
,He feeds on our fear,drinks in our tears
There will be a day
When he will be the only thing we hear

Pain,rage and anger invites him
Death and corpse gives him control
Soon dark and dead will be your soul

You ask what is he and who he wants
He is every memory of god that will haunt,
Those broken,scared,alone and bruised
He's the unheard voice of all those abused.

Its you who let god to rule
That all I can see,
He is the one who fills the world
With his incurable disease.

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Writer


Pieces of my soul
,Scattered on this sheet,
Moments where I faltered,
I felt incomplete.

Sometimes I wrote in happiness,
But pain, it flowed with ease,
No depths I could not reach,
When writing on my knees.

In days of old I'd run to write,
Expel the hurt I had,
Turn it into something more,
Writing out the bad.

It could be raw and very dark,
Fear was often there,
Tears running, minds were racing,
Blooms of deep despair.

Youth went by, life did change,
Love had found its way,
Breaking through this wall I built,
Hiding every day.

I came to find the words inside,
To express each facet of being,
My passion became something more,
Than something that was freeing.

It became me, held back nothing,
Emotions free to flow,
It helped me understand the things,
I never did quite know.

It helped me find a voice to speak,
Reach those held in wanting,
Voice my spirit to my peers,
In a way that was not daunting.

Now I sit and write today,
For nothing more than joy,
This call I hear deep inside,
That nothing can destroy

For even if you read my words,
And find nothing that you need,
I bared my soul and all I hold,
For more than you to read.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Together

When it comes to relationships, tragedies, or just a simple day.

I always wonder who's behind it so it ends that way.

Is it me or something else that gets to pick and choose?

Or is already written in stone whether I win or lose?

Some say fate is that one force which gets to decide.

Others say it is yourself in which you must confide.

Combination of the two is truly what I believe.

Because in the end it always takes two to conceive.

So don't you go and put all your pennies in one jar.

Because if you do then you truly cannot go far.

Bring them both together and trust them entirely.

It is always both together believe and you will see

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

strength


Strength is recognizing that you need help


And asking for it


Strength is when no matter how hopeless the battle looks


You will never forfeit




Strength is letting down your guard


And taking a chance


Strength is asking the one person you secretly admire


To just one dance




Strength is going on


Even when you don't have the will


Strength is going to the extreme


Not just for the thrill




Strength is doing what's right


No matter what it will cost


Strength is asking for help


When you are completely and utterly lost




Strength is letting people get close


And giving them the ability to hurt you


Strength is not just saying what people want to hear


But saying what is true




Strength is never giving up


No matter how hopeless things seem


Strength is making reality out of


Your every hope and dream




Strength is being able to let go


And finally say goodbye


Strength is recognizing


That it's always okay to cry




Strength is being able to laugh


In the face of fear


Strength is going down the path you're on


No matter how drear




Strength is recognizing


When you need to let the one you love go


Strength is letting


Your true feelings show




Strength is being able to move on


And learn from your mistakes


Strength is being true to yourself


Even when everyone else are fakes




Strength is finally letting


The one that you love know


Strength is recognizing your mistakes


And using them to grow




Strength is scaling every mountain


No matter how high


Strength is freeing your soul


And letting your spirit fly




Strength is the ability to forgive


No matter what the crime


Strength is forgiving and forgetting


All of the time




Strength is in not following the crowd


But embarking on your own


Strength is knowing that you're never perfect


But merely partly grown




Strength is never giving up


Even when all odds are against you


Strength is always finding the time


To do what you've got to do




Strength is sticking up for


The person everyone picks on


Strength is always looking at the pro


And never at the con




Strength is knowing who you are


And who you want to beS


trength is found in everyone


In you . . . in her . . . in me.

Sunday, September 30, 2007


If you wake up one morning

and they tell you I'm dead

don't look around in shock

you knew i was fcked in the head


if they tell you

i cut to deep this time

don't wonder how i could

it's not a crime


if they Tell you

my blood stained the floor

don't lock yourself up

slamming the door


if mum breaks down

if she starts to cry

don't join in her sadness

it was my choice to die


if mum tells you she love's me

and if you say it too

think before you do

now that my life is through


if mum asks for your help

there is a funeral to attend

for a broken boy who's life

you couldn't mend


if mum says she wants red roses

of the fcking white one

tell her i want black roses

and to be buried with a gun


if she wants to dress me up

in the white dress she bought

get my used top and denim

in white i wont be caught


if she cries at the alter

help her to her seat

her heart is now broken

will she ever find her feet


if they sing the fcking church songs

that never made sense to me

go get skillet, or my chemical romance

the real me they will all see


if they go on and on

about everything i used to be

tell em to get fcked

cause they never knew me


if they ask why i have scars

tell em i couldn't cope

let em know there is almost 200

cause i ran out of hope


if you dream of me

of what i did that night

don't worry you'll never know

cause you wont get it right


if you think about my death

you cut the fck out of yourself

you lock yourself

upit's not good for your health


if you wonder what went through my mind

as the blade went across

it was all of you my angel

and all of the loss


if you think you could have saved me

stopped me before i went to far

helped me on my feet

caught a falling star


if you say you still love me
ars to your eyes
remember I'm still in your ear

and that will stop your cries

know i love you too

and I'll always be in your heart

I'll always be with you


if one day you remember my face

and it brings tears

Tuesday, September 4, 2007

Lucifer's song







Seductive melody is invoking,calling out for dance




bloody moon's the ruler of the night




Stars cherish, like reminders on darkened scars




left to testify above the horrid minds.






Sanguinary angels forgotten, now they fade




the demons are whispering chaotic prayers,




darkened flames of the emotions cremate every thought




as entwined liquid stars sing Lucifer's song.






Fallen Gods lustfully raging afore Creators dagger




the symbol of Lucifer's victory, the descant of blackness;




broken Sun slowly dieing while eternity bleeds




the dreams of lost shouts on the world are descend.

“Come one, come all, if you dare! Enter this house of unimaginable fear. Come inside and behold the horror! Your hidden evils revealed through the mirror…”

Three little children, not a single taint. Innocent little dears, blind to their fate. One is tall, one is short, the third is-odd of a sort. One is happy, one is sad, one never showed emotions as a lad.

The evil clown entices them in, “come inside this haunted den. Inside you’ll find only what’s hidden, deep in your soul, from others forbidden.”

Three little children, not a single taint. Innocent little dears, blind to their fate. Two are boys, one is female. She likes movies, music, and sea shells. She’s always looked up to both of her brothers-well that goes without saying because obviously they’re taller.

“Are you ready to enter this den of death? You’ll perish for sure, like all of the rest. Go in and find the path, it’ll lead you to be found,” tempted the ghoulish sadistic evil looking clown.

Three little children, not a single taint. Innocent little dears, blind to their fate. They go into the place of evil intent, to find the center which the clown hath sent. Walking silently, drowning in fear, they finally discover the center…and the mirror.

“Look inside it, and be consumed. It will surely reveal your perishing doom.” Echoed the words of the evil clown, nothing else was heard-not a single sound.

Three little children, not a single taint. Innocent little dears, blind to their fate. The oldest child sadly depressed in his heart, looked into the mirror first, and screamed with a start. The middle child next, looked into the mirror; he gave no reaction, not a glimpse of fear. The youngest stepped up, but quickly looked away, the nightmare she saw-she never would say.

The evil clown lets out a hideous chuckle, and begins to stretch and crack his knuckles. “My job is done, I know they had fun. One decides to shoot himself with a gun. One starts to party and break all the rules; he drowns himself one night while out on a cruise. The little one…her fate is unclear! Could she be the one I saw in the mirror?”

One little girl, who accepts her fate. Slaughters the clown with all of her hate. Because her brothers had seen their deaths, it ultimately led them to fulfill their quests. Perhaps not knowing how life ends is what keeps it going for all of her friends. No more deaths would this clown reveal. She killed him that night and destroyed the mirror.

Tuesday, August 21, 2007


The sadness brings the clouds down low
and raindrops to the sky
the darkness streaks the start of night
and tears fallen from their eyes.
The hardwood coffin bears my name
and date of death so told
Inside's my broken body
Dead and chilled with cold
I'm carried down to earthy grave
Upon the shoulders of my friends
The blood still seeping through the cracks
As they walk another bend
Lower me into the ground
The thud of clay to wood
My shaking hands scratched off my skin
I'd call out if I could
My breath is shallow and hard pressed
Soon I'll be out of air
The poison paralysed my heart
Don't do this, it's not fair
Above ground flowers on my grave
They're dead and without love
My headstone's a small angel
Choking the life from a dove
I'm fading, giving up my hope
Relax, my time has come
Remember though when you are judged
He will know what you've done



"you know what you have done..................beacause its only you and me knows what you have done
there will be a day..yes one single day all I need
and I promise that day I will take away all your greed"






Monday, August 20, 2007

"like being in love , to feel, for the first time"


"we're both looking for something we've been afraid to find."
For once in my life,I'm scared to death.

may be I'm wrong,I'm feeling right.

like being in love, to feel, for the first time.


Tear drops splatter on my favourite guitar,As i sit here

dreamin,wondering,how you are.

your voice is the melody of my favorite song:

the lyrics help to guide through what is right and wrong.

we're riding phone lines,just to see what we can find.


wondering if my head is right;

you're the image that comes to mind

Past mistakes just melt away;

the heartbreak isn't spoken-

No one dwells on times when we were lost or broken.

So release all inhibitions;

let's just free our minds;

"we're both looking for something we've been afraid to find."

It took us too long to realize that what held was true.

How could it be anything else?

All I can see is you

Sure, there may be distances-but we're not that far apart.

May be just in miles,but never in our hearts.

So lets take a plunge and we'll hold our breath.

I'm not afraid to admit that I'm scared half to death.


But i know I'll have you to hold my hand through it all,

and i know that you would catch me,if I began to fall.

So jump in here we go, as I'm holding my breath,

For once in my life,I'm scared to death.

"you tell me mthat I'm on your mind-

well you're that's all in my head,

I smile with all the memories;

I laugh at the jokes you said.

your kisses felt like thunder,I got lightning in my veins,

Cure to all my pain.


Never have I known something can be so right.

I would never you up without putting up a fight.

Some tell me I am crazy,they don't know how I feel.

while the rest if the world is fake,you are the who's real.

So just stay here, with me and let us save tonight.

may be I'm wrong,I'm feeling right.

So we'll ride these phone lines, hoping for that day,

The day when we can finally do what we always say


And i know that soon, it'll finally be our time.

So keep me in your heart cause I could never let you go.

i just keep telling you that , make sure you know

Its amazing how i feel, i hope that you dont mind.


"like being in love , to feel, for the first time"

Saturday, August 18, 2007

Who are we


Great Times of Depression
Changing to ones of great Succession
Learning from our mistakes
Knowing that there is no retakes

Our Adolescent Misbehavior
To questioning our savior
From our birth to our death
All in a quick breathe

This is Life

The feeling of great desire
The fuel for your inner fireT
he emptiness inside
When emotions collide

Dropping everything for a single cause
Knowing they’re the one without a pause
Being there for those you need
Watching the caged become freed

This is Love

Seeing your partner leave
For another person on Christmas Eve
Feeling the stress increase
As we cry for the deceased

The nervousness and fear
When our friends are scared
Being surprised at an occasion
And laughing at our humiliation

This is emotion

Being able to fly
And never fearing to die
Not knowing our fear
With eyes dry from lack of tears

Never knowing any pain
Just the sweetness of a sugar cane
Leaving home without a care
Just to do what you would never dare

This is Dreaming

Living your life obeying the law
While criminals make cities turn raw
Always holding your hopes up high
When deep down you want to break down and cry

Questioning everything we do
To what scientists really try and prove
Knowing only what we’re told
Wondering why the world is so cold

This is Reality

Spending our lives looking for
What’s behind that hidden door
The meaning of lifeCovered by strife

You wonder about it every night
Just for it you put up your fight
It’s covered with all sorts of lies
And those who realize always die

This is Truth

Sharing all you know
To trusting a foeLending out your soul
Just to reach your goal
Going through hell to leave
To do what you believe
Having hope for oneself
And trusting yourself

This is Faith

What this is, is a great composition
Of what makes up our disposition
We feel what we do
And question what we once knew
We give our tears to our pain
Only to have it washed away in the rain
We are taught to question
Then punished for the answer we mention

We are told to believe
Even when we see the world indulging in greed
We watch time go byWe are born to die

This is who we are

Friday, August 17, 2007



If I died would you care?
I mean, what if I was no longer there?

Would the world suddenly end?
Would you mourn me my friend?

Would you feel such deep sorrow,
That you'd care not of tomorrow?

Would you somehow honour me?
Could that set your conscience free?

Would people I hardly knew suddenly claim to have been my close friend?
Would they pledge their assistance to the cold, and bitter end?

Could you survive without me?
Move on and just be?

How many people would attend my funeral service?
Would the chapel be full and the eulogizer nervous?

Who would deliver that eulogy?
Would they say wonderful things about me?

As my corpse lay at the front of the hall
Would some be planning their afternoon at the mall?

What would become of my family?
All those who have grown to rely upon me.

Would the show of support be overwhelming at first?
But slowly diminish once they get through the worst?

I would be gone, simply not here.
They'd be alone to fight through the heartache and fear.

So what if I died right here on the spot?
Trying to finish a poem but this was as far as I got.

Would I be able to write the rest in my head?
Or would I just be gone, cold, and simply put, dead.

The world would continue along without me
Others now being where I used to be.

At first my presence would still seem so strong
But then slowly diminish as they all move along

Of course they'd talk and say, "Remember him?"
But over time these occurrences would grow increasingly slim.

Simply forgotten as time wastes away
My existence more vanished with each passing day

The more that I ask, the better I see
This question is not for you, it's more just for me.

So I'll rephrase and make it concise
No sugar coating to make it sound nice

If I died, why should I care?
It would simply just mean that I'm no longer there.

Thursday, August 16, 2007

retrospection



Locked, Into deep retrospectionHind sight blinding, Interjection,Of my life,

My future waiting, of My soul,
My heart still waning.Tossed about,

Mind like stoneEvery thought thun’k, thun’k alone.
Unrequited, Dear hopes and dreams,
Since childhood, locked, Blocked byScreens.

Tasteless, frivolous, batteredReflection,
Still interrupted by livid transgression.

Captured, Mist of disarray,
Every thought pondered, caught today.
Limited by my own minds wallsSkewed by my own voices calls.

Simmering moon,
Twinkling stars,
Blood caught behind blinding bars.

Autumn moon,
In all her Glory,
Watch me over;
tell my story.Sitting here, View aghast,
asInterjection, transgress my past.

Tuesday, August 7, 2007


A Date With Death
Inside the old church,
You lit a smoke and sipped your flask.
"Have You Ever Died?"
With dead-serious eyes, you asked,
With a little laugh
To make it like you were joking.
Yeah, you were breath-taking;
You left me Gasping and Choking.

This cemetery Gets a little warmer at night.
You, me, and bottles Of Bourbon and Formaldehyde;
The mix was toxic.
You were Blurry,I was Confused
And drunk on all the lies
You tried to make sound like the truth.

We're in a Sandbox.
You're giving off Good Vibrations,
The kind that rock worlds,
Tear through schools and police stations,
and fire houses, Hospitals and the happy homes
Of neutered house-trained dogs
With backyards full of buried bones.

On a Date with Death,
And I've never felt so alive.
Her crooked smile
Makes my heart burn up my insides.
he is hot as Hell,
With horns and a lovely forked tongue
he's a devil, And he's as Evil as they come

On a Date with Death,
Painting the town blood-red for laughs.
"Have You Ever Died?"
he knew the truth before i asked


She wants to be loved
She wants to be cared for
She wants a friend
who wont judge her

She wants to be pretty
She wants to be smart
She wants a boy
who would love and respect her
for who she is

She was so strong yet sensitive
She was so perfect yet flawed
She was so happy yet sad
She laughed yet
she cried inside
She had friends yet she was alone

Monday, August 6, 2007





its raining today
feel like going for a walk
want to feel the rain touching me and her
the cold breeze,the falling leaves
we hold our hands and start walking
the water running down and getting collected between our fingers
giving birth to a new one
wet clothes becoming our skin and the warm breath of ours
i look into her eyes and she gaze deep into mine
she moves her hand on my face
her tender fingers,squezzing my lips
my tongue slurping the rain water from her fingers.
I ask do you know what i beleive?????????
she gives me an innocent look and say no....
I say babes you are my EVE
she wraps herself around me and now there is nothing in between
the lights are turning into nights
its pitch dark and both are feeling each other
and all of a sudden there is a thunder strike
our eyes meet and what i see is the wilderness in her eyes
and the mouth wide open, hands pulling me closer to herself
she's tryingg to take me in
her hands careses my skin and chiver run down my spine
feel like sitting on a electric chair
going to be dead but the moment feel like
living in more than thousands years
she hold my hand and dragged me inside
our heaven,our house and then the
drapes fall and with its our covers
there she is in front of me or I am in front of her
she is like a warrior princess athena
with sensuality like venus
she comes close to me
pouring herself on me
I hold her,brace her back
she started gasping for breath
i lay her down,exerting my preasure on her
and feel the feature on my fingers
i embrace her beauty
she pulls me closer with her arms and
I lean over her and she supports me with her love
now she rocks back and forth.
she slows down,her hands getting burried inside my flesh

Sunday, July 29, 2007

A place in Heaven for the Fallen


The night embraced the sleepy city yet again,The moon shines silvery upon this world of men.He kneeled before the cross of God – prayingFor his disease to go away, but he was not complaining.His fever was up high and he had hallucinationsAll the shadows in the room seemed like devilish temptationsAnd the air was harder to breathe, his heart was racing,But he was heroically fighting with the sickness he was facing.The wind was blowing cold putting out the shimmer candle lightAs a mistress’s silhouette walked in his room making him fright.“Who are you?” he said – his voice trembling with insecurity,But the woman didn’t answer mesmerized by his untouched purity.

Suddenly the room went cold and he felt shivers down his spine“I have come to release you from your pain and make you mine”The mistress now replied and within a second she was standing by his bed“Go away! Leave me alone!” was all that he could have said.
She paid no attention to his words and she got closer to his face“Have trust in me, my dear, and let us share eternity’s grace”And she gently kissed his neck searching cautiously for a veinTo push her fangs within it quickly so there’ll be no pain.
Before he knew what was going on his heart had stopped beating,She turned him into her kind and prepared him for fleeting Away from that place where sickness seemed at home –He was now in the arms of the undead thrown…
Many days had passed since his sudden transformationHe was now unwillingly darkness’s creation.He did not want to live forever in the gloomy nightAnd his mistress’s presence was not wanted in his sight.
Feeding with the blood of the humans that were once his kindWas something outrageous that could not be assimilated by his mind,From the start, he did not want to be part of this so called life;This was not as the woman had planned – she was now in strife.
One night he ran away finding shelter underneath a tree“I do not wish to be undead – this is not the real me!God where are you? Please release me from all of this And may that fiendish woman burn in Hell along with her mortal kiss!”
His body was weak for he didn’t feed since he was madeAs he hoped that hunger will help him faster to fadeAnd when he felt like he was left alone, abandoned by allExquisite white angels surrounded him for they heard his desperate call.
Their faces bared no signs of hate; their eyes were filled with loveAmidst doves and divine rays of the purest light sent from above.“Come, child, don’t be afraid! Father sent us to bring you in our paradise”“But I am a fallen one…” he said with crimson tears in his eyes.
“You did not cope with the creature in which you were transformed,You still strived to be human and you wanted your heart adornedWith the purity that you still keep buried deep inside your coreAnd so you are now as welcomed to our Heaven as you were before.”
He remained astonished by the angel’s words and soHe got up from the muddy ground and felt ready to go.The angles took him in their arms and they rose in God’s empireWhere darkness never reigns and peace burns bright like fire.

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

****************Hypnotic Eyes*************************




Her eyes are so hypnotic carefully plotting what she'll do caught in this web of love ...

not sure what to do next"you always want what you cant have," they say

she laughs at their ignorance

she'll do what she has to do

she wont get hurt again

ready to accept finite disappointment

No more sobbing or cryingshe'll stand strong
wont let people know what's inside
keeping a stiff upper lip...

and find it damn hard to smile

CORPSE


Preying into the night for withered bodies of deaths grace,Stalking into the darkness the strong scent of burning flesh,While watching upon the rivers of bleak mis fortunate souls,Are sinners of catastrophe waiting for a scarlet fire to burn?As the smoke rises into the sky, people watch with concern,For these animals seek food, food which they so badly yearnAs they crouch silently beneath tree branches of whispers,Shadows begin to emerge while they run into dark rivers.Like tigers hunting prey, they drag their food from murkey waters,Onto the shores as they begin to unravel bodies like starving beasts,Cries delude the night while these eager animals feast,Fighting over bones while ripping apart the human chests,As the porcelain moon of a bright glow begins to suddenly rise,Unexpectedly across merciful skies. They flee into the jungle;howling vicious like wolfs into the darkened night of lost hope,Hidden in the mist until these cannibals faces are revealed again.

Friday, July 20, 2007

::::::::::::::::::::::::::DEATH:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::



"Death!!!"
It will be with you every breath,till your last breath"
the most natural thing for man,the breed we known as a "homo.sapiens" is Death.As we know it inevitable.It has to come and it will come.As a physical fact,death is easily understood.It is departure of the life force from the body.What has animated a handful of earth as it were,is gone.What is left is dross.Is that the end of "MAN"





What is man? How did he come to be. Who created him and

Who is the"CREATOR".

What should be the relationship between him and his "CREATOR".

Animal do not ask these question question;

Man the thinking animal,does. Man is not satisfied with loving without knowing.

As said by "Brahma"
" Naham manye suvediti no na vediti vedacha" means
I think i not that i know him well, or that i know him,or even that i know him not.


"What the most wonderful fact in the world" asked by the "YAKSHA"
'O yaksha', "We see our fellow beings dying around us every moment and yet the living think they never will die.That, surely,is the most wonderful fact of all!"
Said by "YUDHISHITIRA".


Death holds terror to many,for variety of reasons;facing death come hardest for those who linger in bed but for it is unknown cause for anxiety and misery. I want to know the answer,instead of wondering why?The only thing that is true in this world is death,for some its the "beginning" and for some "its the end" its a topic that is being debated from the beginning and it will go on till eternity;;;;;;;



The chasm of death only obstructs our view.Our sorrow due to our foolish refusal to see and believe that what comes next is self existent,unborn and not subject to change death and decay.Life is like a manuscript,one can search for missing pages. Who am i? From where i have come and what the purpose of life? You are here because you were somewhere else.You move from the known to the unknown,from visible to invisible and from the seen to the unseen. No human being can live without doing karma but when he performs the "Karmas" he has to reap the fruits.If we learn to reduce all our desires to a point zero,all our motivations will be over and there will be no karma.There will be no Bondage and the human being will not be in a bonds for the fruits of his 'Karma'.Attachments seems to be the mother of all miseries.
"The wise one" said YAMA,"Is neither born,nor does he die.He is unborn,constant,eternal,primeval".
Why "GOD",if there is a "GOD",in His infinite grace does not spare the soul its endless birth and the deaths and gives it peace is not, again, explained in any meaningful way . Why having created a soul, should "GOD" turn it over to a treadmill-like future? Why should "GOD" create man and then endow him with senses and tell him not in the "Gratification of the senses, but in his disciplining them,lies Salvation."



For action without detachment has its inevitable effects.This is the law of karma. According to the principle of Karma,there is nothing uncertain or capricious in the moral world. We reap what we sow. Action and reaction are equal and opposite which is the same as the second law of dynamics. In that sense,every little action-any action-has its effect. When does that effect, reaction, as it were , cease to operate? With death?

There cannot be any carryover for the simple reason that there is no future life. But if there is future life, if the soul is indeed reborn, if the chain of life-death-life continues without end, then it is possible to assert that whatever we do in our present life will have its natural and inevitable repercussion in a later life and that the only way in which to stay the reaction is to reduce the chances of reaction to zero.

and the debate stiillllllllll goes on...........................

"Life is ecstasy and Death is eternity"























Wednesday, July 18, 2007

::::::::::::::::::::::DRAGON'S BREATH ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::


'It might be our last day', they mockingly say,not believing the words they were just so quick to say.That left a terrible picture in my pessimistic head.They laugh with joy as the dragons smoke deteriorates my lungs leaving me speechless,yet undead.I grin as the black night turns red,as they look into my eyes deteriorating not their lungs,but their spirits inside.So much unexplainable love overflows from the God given fountain,that they come to drink so frequently out of.It never stops flowing,I must keep those smiles going,its my dream that Im now finally living.So drink and be merry, and go on in glee,get drunk off of the love Im terrifyingly giving.The music from the mysterious pitremind me of the clock that ticksthis time away,and yet at the same time the clock wont stop reminding methat the music and this time of adolescence is still playing my way.Maybe if I take just a little sip of that poisonIll be better kept,maybe if I took a little puff of that acid Ill forgetall those days I regretfully wept. Im only kidding,I wouldnt be caught in such acts,but that doesnt mean my mind didnt stop to think ofthe possibilities and deceiving power in such habits as that.Where has this innocent world of ours gone?I wonder if the spiritual battle of ours will be won?Though those bags below your beautiful eyessink a little lower,and though your feelings progress just that much slower,my mothers lullaby now sings me to peaceful sleep,with even more hope then ever of this war not ending in defeat.I go on now with the smile in my eyes reaching its peak,even though I look at your imperfectness for the first time clearly.Now that is a miracle from above,against all odds,Im happy with an even better chance at love

Friday, July 13, 2007


Now there is nothing to hide
mermaid and rebel are going to fight
now there wont be the obnoxious feeling of surving
but they will be living
I know she love me
same way,the way
the mountain love the misty clouds
where the sun tries to come in between
but the love is so pure and clean
the same way you love your loved
ones in your dreams
where you will do anything
bcoz thats your world
"I love you"is the word
thats keep them alive

love had made a simple guy
into a martyr
with so much of ecstatic eternal energy
running down in the veins
and love is all over you
from your heart to brain


just think and hear the bell
and see them together
one the god's angel
and the Lucifer's son
and this time there wont be a run


the best from both the world
mermaid from heaven
and Lucifer's hell

yes,there was something wrong
but feel good,when I see her strong
there won't be anymore cries
it will be either
"we live or he dies"

but why should we die
they are together to fly
tell me why? always the god people suffer's
why not others
yes,I am not talking about me
God! he is not in my wildest dream

Hey God!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
don't give me that sterns expressions
I know how to get my salvation
you and me dont have any connection
tell me !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
what's your desperation
its my agitation
why you want me in your space
you know na nah....................
I dont like your face

The final declaration
why you want everybody down on your leg
why you want them to beg
I think about you and only one thing
I can do is Laugh
In my mind there is only one sentence
It's feel like you also "DOUBT"
Your own "EXISTENCE"










Sunday, July 8, 2007

/;/;/;/;/;/;/;/;/;/..........." Pure Darkness"............/;/;/;/;/;/;/;/;/;/




My pain is something you can not see,
it is all I see from inside of me,
my horrors are behind my eyes,
as you all want me to die.

I see things people aren't meant to see,
run away and flee,
I don't blame you for doing this,
and blood flows from my wrist.

People think I a total freak,
and pains are at their peak,
I stand in this world,
alone in an everlasting twirl.

Alone standing in the rain,
as you look into my eyes and see my pain,
you don't nothing just tear me apart,
just like my heart.

No one helps me in this place,
as you look at my pale face,
mangled and torn,
my darkness is born.

As you see the dark sky,
and soon to say good bye,
say hello to my fate,
as I am locked behind black metal gates.

With all my pain next to me,
why can't you all see,
shed some light,
it might help me fight.

The darkness surrounding my soul,
as you see a skull pole.
Welcome to my end,
and let my heart to be mend.

Let me be free,
just let me,
I want to be out of the mud,
and no more blood.

Wednesday, July 4, 2007

********** GOD--------VS--------LUCIFER************