Long time No see

The irrational consequences that enrich the mind are all but bigotry. An uncontrollable desire to believe in things you can't understand. Through the ever changing mediatory circumstances a life so insipid, you only aim to live once. But then thinking and valuing the beings that dwell amongst you is what you crave for and make a purpose of. The question still remains, as to why are you here? To believe in something or to create something for others to believe in. A never changing psychological endeavour towards meaningful existence. A making in the mind and a source of conviction through life changing circumstances. Live it or get free!

Says Aristotle...

"To say of something which is that it is not, or to say of something which is not that it is, is false. However, to say of something which is that it is, or of something which is not that it is not, is true."

- Aristotle.

Treachery

Man its tiring to always keep on comprehending your past, and its essence. I could do that forever, all day long. But it dosent do me any good except for the fact that it occasionaly makes me cry, which is good i think. But when you start to find the deeper and higher meanings you come to the conclusion that you cannot justify it just by knowing the past, but rather living the present and then probably analysing a part of you, that is hidden, destroyed, inhibited or forgotten. When you achieve that you will find that there is nothing more secure and obscure than that.

Although i would add that certain things will definitely make you wanna kill yourself but that can be overcome given the fact, not all judgement arises from good but rather good done to you by others. Making you think and rethink the idea of obscurity and then having to match your thoughts on that wavelength, which is even tougher but you will achieve eventually and make the most out of it seeking deeper prospects of sureshot success. Only to be established by an already existing idea and thus allwoing yourself the freedom, justice, pathos, energy, solitude. etc. that one needs to find the right kind of answers. Thus making contemplate the justice of your soul.

Now this is known as crap:

Now I am waiting here tonight, for what? The world to end and reborn as a soul, discreet of its good.
Making changes that are sound, the clock is wound,
That goes round and round and round. Oh! How insane the pain we bound.

It hurts, to be hound. But believe me its better than the feelings which surround.
Scorching inconsistence, all or nothing to the future, cast by spells of despair.
Ageing me slowly is the splinter in my head,
It feels like a pillow under the bed. The ability to be held, close to city’s bend.


All I see is fear, hatred and revenge. How I crave for the bench,
Bring the money, Lets burn it honey.
Make a free dummy, save me a penny. All across its funny.
But I am dark and bunny, blues around the world making you edge towards the bright day sunny.

Chitter, chatter of humans, worse than the deacons.
Felt down by the beacons,
I’ll kill all just to be free, under a tree. Me, myself and thee,
Just us the three, How insecure the lead.

Beauty is just a need, of the mind towards the seed,
Through surmounting feed, it beckons the fruitless deed,
Hoards of boring deals, of what one feels.
So sure, you are near seals who laugh at the kneels.

Of photographers who steal, their innocent meals.

Whoever he was...

Walter Kaufmann described existentialism as "The refusal to belong to any school of thought, the repudiation of the adequacy of any body of beliefs whatever, and especially of systems, and a marked dissatisfaction with traditional philosophy as superficial, academic, and remote from life.

Poem in distress:

Engaged in a self involved conflict,
I stare at the empty eyes of people who are known as friends, never to gain never to reign...

Impulsed by the fruitful desire of love, thoughts proved sufficient enough to disapprove...


Blinded by wounds of the heart, Scorched by the meaninglessness of life, Bound by the power of hope I stand, sinful and sorrowful, amongst whispers and curses I breathe,

Knowing the fact never lose hope; Life seems to fade away, only to reappear as an illusion, nothing is worth living for, but there are something's worth dying for...

Fascinating

Throughout history man has evolved into being able to see and believe things that are beyond his understanding. These standing out feelings are the only things that determine our existence. We believe in a self assured and all loving world, whereas in truety its a world caped in lust, greed and needs and breeds of selfless mismanaging individuals. Though the idea that man overpowers is a fact, it is a myth. It becomes believable only when all the future is maniacal and wants to make a statement, which deals with a life long melting of your borrowed feelings. we never engaged in an idea different from ours, but are living with it day after day never once questioning our existence. Why???What is the purpose of all this???Where do we go from here???